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Updated my To-Do list. I'm pretty sure I got everyone, but if you're not on the list and need a reply from me, hit me up, and I'll jot you down! :)

Thanks again for being so patient, everybody!

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To all my RP partners;

I wanted to put this out there for the people I owe replies too.

I haven't forgotten you. I've been sick for the past week or so; my allergies have clashed hard with my chronic illness, so I've lost a LOT of motivation to write.

I am also going through some things IRL - not BAD things, just changes, so I might need some time to get your replies out.

I'm not going on hiatus or anything, but replies are going to be more sporadic as I try to get my passion for writing and RP back.

Thank you for being so patient with me.

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Question:

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Hudson scoffs as the two walk away, "Typical," he can't help but mutter, earning him an elbow from Memphis.

"Hey! Daisy!" Memphis calls, her voice filled with anticipation, "If you're free sometime later this week, we'll be at The Last Drop! It's going to be a blast. Meet us there sometime!"

The other Crows in the group bid Daisy farewell, their voices filled with a warm mix of jest and affection, either saying the word or waving if they can't.

"Your sister is welcome to come too!" Memphis added, her tone teasing, as a playful jab to Lute, knowing she wouldn't likely back down from a 'challenge' such as this, "See you then!"

Memphis looks at Lute, eyes narrowing, "And you're talking to the Deputy Commander of the Crows, second only to the seraphim Azrael, or Philza as he's known now. I'd watch your tone,"

As Memphis and Lute glared at each other, a deeper, new voice spoke up, "Nobody is trying to tell you what to do," A Crow with purple undertones and an eyepatch stepped forward. Unlike most angels, Crows take pride in battle wounds and scars. To them, it's proof they lived, that they tried. However, it also reveals that Crows are not as invulnerable as Exorcists.

While Exorcists cannot be harmed by anything other than angelic weapons. Crows can be harmed by any weapon, but said weapons do less damage. If Daisy and Lute looked, they'd see the different scars covering the Crows, none of them trying to hide the wounds.

The one-eyed crow, Hudson, speaks again, "So let's all calm down,"

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Stolas gazes at the queen, his eyes wide with a mix of concern and anticipation. Should he reveal the latest drama? The tension in the air is palpable as he weighs the consequences. He didn't want to risk Ozzie or Fizz's safety, but the truth needed to be told.

Lying to the queen is much worse, right?

"Okay," Stolas sets down his teacup, his voice tinged with indignation, "Fizzarolli, a talented imp clown, was ruthlessly exploited by Mammon. This demon, in his greed, withheld the rewards of Fizz's hard work, leaving him with nothing but mistreatment and despair,"

Stolas's eyes dart around as if expecting someone to materialize out of thin air and overhear their conversation, "Here's the kicker, "He whispers, his voice barely audible," Fizzarolli has been entangled in a clandestine affair with Asmodeus for quite some time now. The tension between Mammon and Asmodeus reached its peak one night on stage when Fizzarolli, unable to bear the abuse any longer, quit his job."

Stolas nods, "Yes, I do. Her mental state is a bit…fractured due to me divorcing her mother. One of my greatest fears is that someone will turn her against me,"

The Prince places his teacup down, "With everything going on with Blitz, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli, Mammon, and now Stella sending an assassin. I fear for my daughter's safety. I don't want anything to happen to her,"

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Stolas hums, "Well, do you know what the main currency down here is, my dear?"

Stolas, in a voice dripping with intrigue, poses a question, "Do you know what the main currency down here is, my dear?" Without waiting for an answer, he leans in, his grin widening, "Souls, dear child. Most overlords and royalty, including myself, deal in souls."

Stolas, with a sly smile, presents his proposition, "Here's a little game, my dear. You offer me your soul and undying loyalty. In return, I become your protector, your guide into the realm of demons, and even your mentor in the art of magic. What do you say?"

Stolas, his voice a low purr, leans in again, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and anticipation, "Does this arrangement seem equitable to you, my little angel?"

Falling Feathers

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Stolas was watching the skies on extermination day. He wanted to see if any of the star patterns within Hell or Earth changed during the anal purge. He's only charted a few differences, nothing too serious. As he adjusted the telescope, changing the zoom, he pointed it down and got a glance at an alleyway nearby. He stops, seeing a body barely moving within.

Despite being a Prince of Hell, Stolas was a caring soul - a father. So, when he sees the nearly unmoving figure, he drops everything and flocks (xD) to them. He needs to make sure they're alright.

He turns the corner and gasps at the sight. Ichor blood was everywhere. The prince notices exterminator armor in the trash. He carefully moves forward, his foot hits something, and he looks down. Seeing a halo, he carefully picks it up before finally noticing the fallen angel.

"Oh, stars!" he quickly bends down to help her, uncaring of who or rather what she is, "Come here, little one, this place is not safe," he tears his cloak and wraps whatever wounds she has with the cloth before draping the cloak over her shoulders, to both warm her and to hide her.

"We must leave quickly; more of them will come. It's not over yet,"

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I just saw your thread with Infernal-feminae's blog and their Sera. I absolutely LOVE IT and wanted to ask both you (mun) and Philza what you thought/think of Sera.

What do you think Philza's relationship with Sera is like/was before. II asked infernal-feminae the same question, but I'm curious to see your interpretation.

Ooooh. That's a good one. Okay...

First question: What is Philza relationship like with Sera.

Philza and Sera - at least before the Luci's fall - were close.

I headcanoned Sera as the eldest Seraphim and Philza as the second eldest. So they were the two eldest siblings trying to protect and guide their younger ones. Trying to guide of all Heaven.

I do not think Sera and Philza are siblings (this of course, can change if infernal-feminae wants it too) but they saw each other as equals and were inseperable.

When Luci fell, Philza started to distance himself from Heaven, including Sera, as a whole. Philza left 500 years ago (a play on his current world nearly being 5 years old and having one of that age), so I'd say it took him a WHILE to get to the point where he felt like he had to go.

Philza would have been very professional with everyone, even Sera, up until that point. Slowly growing colder and colder as the years went on, and Heaven started asking more and more of him.

Second question: What do mun and muse think of Sera.

I think canon Sera has things to work out/work ON. I do that she can be 'redeemed' (heh) in my eyes if she doesn't REFUSE to ignore Charlie even after the ending of Season 1. I'm scared she will, if I'm being honest.

Infernal-feminae's Sera is just as incredible in my eyes; I haven't seen as much of her in our Rps - the thread is still moving along, but Feminae plays her so well, and I'd love to see more of her!

Philza thinks Sera is a coward and is angered that she would assume he's hiding away (even though it's an entirely fair thought). He doesn't like how she runs things and hates her decision to side with Adam.

Tagging @infernal-feminae because their Sera and blog are amazing, so check them out.

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It makes me happy when they listen

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@lettherebemonsters

He’s actually scary omg

Art by : Devil’s Roost

I kinda want to do an Adam like this because holy shit this is awesome! ( poor little lizard. )

I’ll do a one shot and see how it goes.

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"I am Stolas," The Prince smiles, "It's nice to meet you,"

At Lute's question, Stolas hums, preparing her tea how she likes it, "Well, I don't see the need to kill you. You were only following Heaven's orders. Plus, I think we can help each other,"

Stolas smiles at Lute, "You need protection from the demons. The kind that someone like me can provide. Who knows what kind of sinful things they want to do with you here," Stolas chuckles, reaching forward to tip Lute's chin up, "There are all kinds of sins, my dear,"

Stolas preps his teacup before sitting across from her, "I need protection from some demons, too. So, what if we worked out some sort of exchange?" Stolas smiles, making walking motions with his fingers across his armrest, "Favors for favors, as one says,"

@angeliclute

Falling Feathers

(Closed starter for @angeliclute)

Stolas was watching the skies on extermination day. He wanted to see if any of the star patterns within Hell or Earth changed during the anal purge. He's only charted a few differences, nothing too serious. As he adjusted the telescope, changing the zoom, he pointed it down and got a glance at an alleyway nearby. He stops, seeing a body barely moving within.

Despite being a Prince of Hell, Stolas was a caring soul - a father. So, when he sees the nearly unmoving figure, he drops everything and flocks (xD) to them. He needs to make sure they're alright.

He turns the corner and gasps at the sight. Ichor blood was everywhere. The prince notices exterminator armor in the trash. He carefully moves forward, his foot hits something, and he looks down. Seeing a halo, he carefully picks it up before finally noticing the fallen angel.

"Oh, stars!" he quickly bends down to help her, uncaring of who or rather what she is, "Come here, little one, this place is not safe," he tears his cloak and wraps whatever wounds she has with the cloth before draping the cloak over her shoulders, to both warm her and to hide her.

"We must leave quickly; more of them will come. It's not over yet,"

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Stolas only blinks at Lute's harsh words, not surprised. When Adam approached him, Stolas bowed his head, expecting to be killed.

"I know you hate me, Stella...but take care of our dau--"

His thoughts are stopped short when Adam places a hand on his chest. Stolas feels the magic flow into him, just as he had done for Adam.

"Thank you," Stolas breathes. As Adam starts to pull away, Stolas gently holds his wrist, the grip loose enough that Adam can pull away with little effort.

"Do you see that mansion over there," Once Adam looks, Stolas smiles softly, "If you ever wish to talk about the stars again, knock on the highest window, and I'll open it for you,"

Stolas knew what he was offering. A demon prince allowing not only an exterminator but their motherfucking leader into his home. Stolas knew the danger. He didn't care. He liked talking to Adam; he wasn't lying when he said he saw himself in the man.

Stolas lets his hand fall from Adam's, letting the angel go, "See you next year," he whispers cheekily before swiftly changing into his pure demon form and soaring away toward the mansion he'd just shown Adam.

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" You're lucky you're hellborn. Otherwise I'd have exterminated you birds a long time ago."

( Oof....yeah Stolas watch out. XD)

The prince of hell only sighs as he hears the angel hit the rooftop behind him. Stolas didn't want to be out here, but there was a certain constellation in a nearby galaxy that only opened up on this day of the month and he missed it in his report last time so....

"Yes, rest assured that I am well aware of your distaste for me," Stolas adjusts his telescope as he speaks, "But shouldn't you be off-killing sinners right about now? You said so yourself, I'm only hellborn,"

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Stolas places a hand on Charlie's back, standing up next to her in front of the portal, "Careful now, I don't want you to fall in,"

Stolas then takes a look himself, "Ah, yes, I can see the building from up here. It looks like you missed it by a few miles,"

Stolas turns to Charlie, "This friend of yours, do you have positive or negative memories of them? Our magic is often influenced by emotions, so even a smaller spell, such as this, can be thrown off by strong emotions, especially negative ones,"

A letter arrived by mail and was placed on the top of Stolas's correspondences on his desk. It deserved the upmost attention because it was a letter from the Princess of Hell. Dear Prince Stolas, I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. I am writing to extend a formal invitation to you for a delightful afternoon tea at your residence. As an esteemed member of Hell's social circle, it would be an honor and pleasure to meet you in person. I am looking forward to engaging conversation, delectable treats, and of course a fine assortment of teas. Please respond with confirmation of a time and date within the next week that would be most ideal for your schedule. Warm regards, Princess Charlie Morningstar

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Stolas just looks at the letter for a moment, blinking owlishly (ha) at the paper in his hands.

Not taking another moment, he writes a letter back.

"Princess Morningstar,

What an honor! I accept your invitation with open arms. My palace is always open for you and your family. I am mostly free within the hours of 4pm to 9pm, would Thursday the 15th work for you?

I am also looking forward to getting to know and spend time with you and I hope I can help you with whatever you need.

In high spirits, Prince Stolas Goetia,"

Stolas has an imp mail the letter immediately. As the next few days pass, Stolas can't help but wonder what the Princess of Hell needs from him and whether her visit will only be a social one.

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Stolas looks up at Lute, his eyes filled with understanding, "I am well aware of what you are; your armor and wings give you away. We should dispose of it, the armor at least,"

Stolas, his tone reassuring, returns to wrapping Lute's wounds, "There, that should do it. I'd normally heal your body with magic, but healing magic, as you know, takes energy from the host as well as the caster, and you are weak from the fall,"

With a gentle touch, Stolas summons a tea set with magic and serves a cup to Lute, "Cream and sugar?" he asks, holding out both to her using telekinesis.

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Falling Feathers

(Closed starter for @angeliclute)

Stolas was watching the skies on extermination day. He wanted to see if any of the star patterns within Hell or Earth changed during the anal purge. He's only charted a few differences, nothing too serious. As he adjusted the telescope, changing the zoom, he pointed it down and got a glance at an alleyway nearby. He stops, seeing a body barely moving within.

Despite being a Prince of Hell, Stolas was a caring soul - a father. So, when he sees the nearly unmoving figure, he drops everything and flocks (xD) to them. He needs to make sure they're alright.

He turns the corner and gasps at the sight. Ichor blood was everywhere. The prince notices exterminator armor in the trash. He carefully moves forward, his foot hits something, and he looks down. Seeing a halo, he carefully picks it up before finally noticing the fallen angel.

"Oh, stars!" he quickly bends down to help her, uncaring of who or rather what she is, "Come here, little one, this place is not safe," he tears his cloak and wraps whatever wounds she has with the cloth before draping the cloak over her shoulders, to both warm her and to hide her.

"We must leave quickly; more of them will come. It's not over yet,"

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Philza nods, smiling at his brother, "I did, I know I didn't express it before, but I've always loved your creations,"

Philza's voice carries a hint of excitement as he hears a twig snap and looks up. Instead of being alarmed, he exclaims, "Here, Luci, look!" pointing to a creature just barely peaking out of the forest's shade.

He gently places two fingers under Lucifer's chin to guide it, "There," he says, pointing, "In the trees,"

Within the trees was an alien-like, lanky figure with two large purple eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light, and midnight skin that shimmered with a hint of silver. It was another one of Lucifer's creations, a testament to his unique imagination.

"Do you see it?" Philza asks as the creature slowly turns its head to lock eyes with Lucifer. Its large, cat-like eyes blink slowly before it turns and heads back into the forest.

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Lucifer had been able to tell immediately when Charlie had left Hell. He was able to sense when beings with large amounts of power left or entered this realm. And even if she didn't truly use her power and was incredibly inexperienced with it, his daughter was no exception.

So when he felt her energy leave, naturally, he had panicked and gone to investigate. First place he had gone to investigate was the spell books in his study, since there wasn't much else she'd have access to to have left this realm. And there he had found his answer: one of his books opened to a particular page. One he wasn't particularly happy about. Though he also doesn't blame Charlie for being curious about her relatives..... still. He certainly wanted her nowhere near them. They had hurt him deeply, they could hurt her as well.

The problem: he was bound to this realm by Heaven's magic. He could never leave.

Still. He finds himself trying the spell out anyways.

To his surprise, it works

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"'If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If not, it was never meant to be.' Yes, I know that quote," Philza smiles, "She'll come back, Luci,"

At Lucifer's question, Philza gestures to the realm around them, his voice filled with a sense of accomplishment, "Building this place," he smiles, proud, "500 years in the making. It's a sight to behold, isn't it,"

He turns to Luci, his voice filled with reverence, "Half of it is yours," at Luci's response, Philza clarifies, "Your creations, I mean. The ones that were rejected from Heaven. I took the 'blueprints…'" Philza does air quotes, "…when I left. Your ideas have always been nothing short of amazing, little brother," Philza looks at him, "I wanted to give them a chance to exist,"

Philza holds his hand above the dirt away from them and summons his magic. The angelic power takes to the dirt, and a Torchflower sprouts from the land, "Do you remember this one?"

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Lucifer had been able to tell immediately when Charlie had left Hell. He was able to sense when beings with large amounts of power left or entered this realm. And even if she didn't truly use her power and was incredibly inexperienced with it, his daughter was no exception.

So when he felt her energy leave, naturally, he had panicked and gone to investigate. First place he had gone to investigate was the spell books in his study, since there wasn't much else she'd have access to to have left this realm. And there he had found his answer: one of his books opened to a particular page. One he wasn't particularly happy about. Though he also doesn't blame Charlie for being curious about her relatives..... still. He certainly wanted her nowhere near them. They had hurt him deeply, they could hurt her as well.

The problem: he was bound to this realm by Heaven's magic. He could never leave.

Still. He finds himself trying the spell out anyways.

To his surprise, it works

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Stolas nods, "Yes, I do. Her mental state is a bit…fractured due to me divorcing her mother. One of my greatest fears is that someone will turn her against me,"

The Prince places his teacup down, "With everything going on with Blitz, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli, Mammon, and now Stella sending an assassin. I fear for my daughter's safety. I don't want anything to happen to her,"

"To some extent," Stolas confesses, "I've come across some intriguing information. It seems she manages a hotel on the outskirts of Pentagram City, co-owned by an overlord, with a handful of staff, and currently hosting not just one, but two guests."

Stolas ponders, "The most I've gathered about it is from that Vox fellow, the one who's taken over most of the TV airwaves these days. He's not exactly complimentary, but I can't help but see potential in the venture if it manages to succeed,"

Stolas takes a sip of his tea, "I've noticed that many individuals, both sinner and hellborn, tend to underestimate the princess due to her gentle nature. Pardon my frankness, Your Highness, but your daughter is often perceived as someone who can be easily swayed,"