#l/ucifer

[patheticandmiserable]

Now back to your regularly scheduled H/azbin

I need to write smth about L/uci being annoyed at A/lastor for refusing to accept his help

[goodlucksnez]

So after listening to Zen's Wav, I had a idea to continue. So I gathered some friends and we continued the story with a little nod to @instarsandcrime as well!

So enjoy the continuation!

Al//astor: @onetrickponi

Lu//cifer: @zensations35

V//ox: @goodlucksnez

See below for script!

Alastor: Ah! The man of the hour! Just the person I was hoping to encounter…Now then. Time for a little r̴̈e̷͋g̵͛i̷͊c̷̉ǐ̵d̷̃ë̴́

Lucifer: Oh no…*sneeze* Not you again. What is it this time?

Alastor:  As it turns out, sire, not only do you bestow hellish grace upon your subjects, but pestilence as well! ’Allergies.’ Hah! I should have known. 

Lucifer: Well if someone hadn’t insisted I come on their show with only two days notice!

Alastor: Aha-hA!  If someone would answer their phone more than once a month, your nibs–

*Lucifer sneezes*

Alastor: Well. Glad to see your smoky sternutations aren’t exclusive to my studio, at least. Goodness, I do hope this wallpaper is flame-resistant.*ṣ̶͐n̸̺͐ḙ̸̽e̸̲͂z̸̩͋i̷̠͐n̴̨̊g̸̩̿* Pardon.

Lucifer: Hey! Don’t bust out my lights! I’m working on an important project!

Alastor: And now no one has to see it! Pity. :)

*Voxtech Show Theme Plays*

Vox: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most electrifying news show in the multiverse! I’m your host, Vox,  and I’m here to deliver the latest headlines with a dash of charisma, a sprinkle of wit, and a whole lot of tea *clinking cup* *cup falls* 

Vox: *ignoring fallen cup* Tonight on our program we will go over the most recent broadcast from the King of Hell and the less important interviewer *cackle*

Vox: Ahh how good it feels in my studio! I must say our brand is perfection, it just won't do for anything Less. Than. That. *snigger*  

Vox: Unlike a certain old tyrant my studio is made for the highest of royalty. So if any princes or kings want a real experience, come down to Vees tower and I would love to give you a personalized tour from the Man in Charge. 

Alastor: *sneezing* Pompous, vicious little prick…

Lucifer: Ugh.. *sniff* I hate that guy…”Man in Charge”? And they call me prideful??

Vox: I mean really you just walk in, and it’s chaos. Papers everywhere, coffee stains on the desk, *laugh* it isn't even in a proper studio but an old water tower! Talk about tacky. Unprofessional, if you ask me. But here? Every cable is tucked away, every surface polished--

[Vox continues his spiel while Alastor sneezes]

Alastor: *sneezing* 

Vox:-- to a mirror sheen. We believe in excellence, not just in our content but in our environment, that that is what VoxTex is here to provide you. So, when you tune in to our show, rest assured, you’re getting the crème de la crème. Quality, class, and cleanliness–

Alastor: That isn’t even properly alliterative…

Lucifer: Are you kidding me? His place is a walking fire hazard! Or, not walking. Standing? But I know fire hazards! Man, I wish I could just…*sneezes*

Alastor: HaHAh!…Well, then I’m sure you will appreciate this next bit, Sire.

Vox: *sniffling* *sneezing* I must apologize, my dear viewers *sneezing*  but it seems that even the most prepared among us can be caught off guard. It appears I’m having a bit of a g̶͎͑-̵̓ͅg̵̪̑-̷̖͠G̴̥͒L̶̟̈I̷͈͑T̵̀͜C̸̣͝H̸̖͒—nothing serious, but we believe in safety first here at Vox industries.

*Vox continues sneezing throughout his spiel*

Vox: We’re all about transparency and this is as real as it gets. Fucking bitch! I’m going to step off for a moment to take care of this, and in the meantime, we’ll be ending today’s broadcast a tad earlier than scheduled. FuckI’mgonnafuckingkillhim--Our team is top-notch, and they’ll ensure everything is handled with the utmost professionalism. Thank you for your understanding. We’ll be back on air tomorrow, bright and shiny as ever, ready to bring you the stellar content you love. 

Vox: Cut it! That fucking bitch, I know this is his doing I’m gonna kill him!!

Alastor: *sneezing* *laughing* 

Lucifer: Hoh yeah! Highfive!

Alastor: I beg your pardon?

Lucifer: You…you just take your hand and…uhh…*high five sound*

Alastor: Mmm I suppose. But don’t make a habit out of this, sire.

Lucifer: Eheh…okay…

[novorehere]

Can’t sleep. Brain too full of “tired old man gazes lovingly at stomach”

[glitterrosesnzz]

do y'all think that since L/ucifer mostly rebuilt the hotel using his magic, that him being sick would actually affect the hotel itself???

[hcppyhotel]

still a few hours of sinday left... maybe i shall jot down some n/sfw hcs...

[savidem]

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 // 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋.

a h.azbin h.otel / h.elluva b.oss verse.

perhaps,  he  should  have  expected  this  ending.  but  his  mission  was  complete  --  what  happened  ?  the  strings  have  been  cut  and  finds  himself  in  control  of  his  own  body.  huh  ---  a  weird  feeling.  and  if  he  were  to  express  emotions,  he  would  feel...

upset.

(  𝐼  𝑃𝑈𝑅𝐼��𝐼𝐸𝐷  𝑇𝐻𝐸  𝑍𝑂𝑁𝐸𝑆  .  )  you  left  the  world  empty

(  𝐼  𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸  𝐼𝑇  𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇  𝑊𝐴𝑌.  )  that  was  not  for  you  to  decide. 

despite  falling  a  higher  being's  mission  --  or  perhaps  misconstruing  the  mission,  the  batter  finds  himself  in  hell.  with  no  purpose  or  command,  he  finally  has  control  over  his  own  body.  he  intends  to  make  the  most  of  it.

his  form  remains  the  same  --  a  man  tailored  in  a  baseball  uniform,  his  hat  conveniently  covering  his  face.  though,  there's  rumors  that  some  may  spot  an  eye  --  or  4  peeking  from  the  darkness.

his  main  choice  of  weapon  remains  his  bat  --  and  if  managed  to  strike  a  nerve,  his  monstrous  form  takes  a  horrid  shape,  though  this  is  a  final  measure.

he  holds  no  regrets,  though  he  often  misses  heaven  and  his  creator.  he  doesn't  dare  speak  ill  for  it  was  his  own  decision  to  eradicate  specters  and  other  beings. 

[kohimi]

I need an sick H/H L/ucifer x listener/reader thing like- WHZ9AIAIAV

[patheticandmiserable]

Pestilence (A/lastor + L/ucifer)

Me: I’m gonna start with something simple because this is my first snz fic

Me, 2k words later: So that was a fucking lie

The pair get infected with pestilence, a type of magic found throughout Hell that makes people sick. Once they realize what’s going on, they must avoid spreading it any further.

Minors/blogs with no age in bio dni. Reblogs appreciated!

CW: implied contagion

‘Go outside and spend some time with each other,’ Charlie had told them. ‘Go take a walk or something. Do something nice.’ She’d said it was a “bonding activity,” but both Lucifer and Alastor knew she was just trying to get them out of the hotel so she wouldn’t have to listen to their bickering. One too many fights that week had brought her patience to its limit, so she sent them away to talk it out and hoped that they wouldn’t be on the news the next morning. They were in a park in Pentagram City, somewhere away from the hotel and with no one else around so they could continue arguing in peace.

The King stopped walking and turned around to face Alastor, who was following behind him. “Stop following me! You’re the reason Charlie kicked us out in the first place.”

“I am simply following her instructions.” He stepped over to him and leaned down to be at eye-level with the shorter man. “Besides, it’s not my fault you’re so dramatic.”

“You spilled coffee on my coat!”

“You’re the one who knocked the mug over and broke it.”

“You materialized behind me on purpose to scare me!” He shoved a finger into the Radio Demon’s chest. “How would you like it if I—” He vanished in a swirl of red smoke, “did this!” Lucifer reappeared right beside him, nearly tripping him with his cane.

Alastor stumbled, then summoned a shadowy tentacle that shoved him back into a thorn-covered bush. “Enough,” he stated, standing over the King, who was sitting on his ass in the dirt.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Great, now my coat is…” He looked down, and his frustration was replaced with worry as he noticed the black branches beginning to move on their own. “Wait… what are we standing in?”

“A thorn bush.” Alastor narrowed his eyes, questioning what all the concern was about. Then, he felt something slither around his leg, and saw the branches rapidly ensnaring him in their writhing grasp. They reached up and pinned his arms at his sides, the thorns digging into his skin as they tightened and pulled.

“Shit, shit—” The other jumped to his feet, starting to pry off the branches tangling around his limbs. Alastor’s antlers grew several times their normal size as he summoned a whirlwind of green magic, shredding through the brambles and ripping himself free. Meanwhile, Lucifer incinerated the plant with his own magic, turning it into a crumbling heap of debris.

“Oh, come now, it’s only a few thorns.”

“No, look—” He picked up a severed piece of branch. On the inside, there was a dimming flow of magic running through the wood in pulses of red and green, much like the embers seething amongst the plant’s remains. “It’s enchanted—well, infected. It looks like it was taken over by pestilence, and now it’s gonna spread to us.” He glanced at Alastor, who simply tilted his head, as if imploring him to explain. “Pestilence is like… a plague that’s caused by magic. If it gets in your system, you get infected, and then you can spread it to other lifeforms. It should have been eradicated from big cities like this, though...” He pushed up his sleeve, revealing black, veiny lines spreading outwards from where a thorn had pricked his arm. “This is what it looks like. Now, let me see where it cut you.”

“I’m not letting you—hhh… hheh—hhetkzzzshuu!” He turned his head away, waving a hand in front of his face and vaguely catching the spray of… dust? Little particles of red and green magic floated through the air in front of him, drifting down to the already-contaminated ground.

“See? It’s starting already. Let me look.”

Alastor sighed and rolled up his sleeve to see the same dark markings radiating from from every little scratch. They seemed a little thicker on him. “How long will this last?” he asked. He hated to admit it, but he could already begin to feel the magic coursing through his body, making his muscles ache and his throat and nose itch.

“A few days, maybe? It’ll suck, but we should be fine. Oh—but our magic will be limited until we’re better.” He sniffled and attempted a reassuring smile, then looked at the ground when it went unappreciated.

Alastor decided to test his claims by attempting to teleport. He started to phase into the shadows, only for the dark magic surrounding him to flicker and wither away, leaving him stumbling out of the darkness. He leaned on his staff and coughed, feeling like those black branches were constricting his chest.

Just for that—well, for that and for pushing him into the thorn bush in the first place, and for getting his coat dirty, Lucifer decided to let the sinner walk back to the hotel until he exhausted himself instead of opening a portal while he still had the energy. Besides, that gave him more time to decide where they were actually going to go, because the hotel was out of the question. “Come on, let’s just go.”

The more they walked, the worse Alastor started to feel. His energy was steadily being drained, his legs were sore, and his head felt heavy with congestion. Lucifer, however, only seemed a little sniffly. “It doesn’t seem to be affecting you as much,” he remarked.

“I’m resistant to this type of magic, since Hell is my domain and all. I still feel a little off, though.” It was beginning to show through his voice—a little stuffy and subdued.

Of course he is, he thought, crimson eyes narrowing. “What else do you know about this… condition?”

“It originated in Wrath and has been around for as long as the rings themselves. Demons traveling between rings carried the pestilence across Hell. It caused a lot of plagues in the past, but it was eventually wiped out from populated areas, especially Pentagram City.” The King shook his head. “I don’t know how it showed up here again.”

“Well, isn’t that a lovely surprise!” Alastor beamed with his faux-enthusiasm.

Over time, his stamina declined. Every breath scraped at his lungs as he forced his legs to keep moving. He scrubbed under his nose repeatedly, trying to keep the itching at bay. The feeling only intensified until he was forced to stop in his tracks, using his staff for support as his body took over against his will.

“Hihh—hh-H-HAHH’KTZZZHSHU! Hhh-HEH-EHHKZZSHHH—HH’tzzshhk! Hht-kzzshhh!”

Staticky sneezes were partially muffled into the collar of his coat. His breath caught again, this time throwing him into a harsh, grating fit of coughing. Glowing embers of pestilence lingered on the fabric. Once he regained some semblance of control over his body, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his nose thoroughly, shaking his head a little as if it would shake away the lingering tickle.

“Want me to try to open a portal? It looks like you’re struggling a little over there.” Lucifer meant for that to sound condescending, but it came out with more genuine concern. Knowing that he was going to have it worse was enough payback for the moment.

“Yes, that would be useful,” Alastor rasped from behind the red cloth held up to his face.

He used what magical energy he had left to create a portal and herded the sinner through it. On the other side, they appeared inside a bedroom, though it was distinctly not a room in the hotel. The desk in the corner covered in rubber ducks was a dead giveaway that they were in Lucifer’s palace. As soon as the portal closed, the King turned away with a shaky gasp.

“Hhheh—EHH—HEAAH’DTKSHHIIIEWW!”He couldn’t have been more dramatic if he tried, bending at the waist, breathing out a burst of flames and sparkling particles of magical contagion. He covered his mouth with his hands before he accidentally set anything on fire. “HAHHDJ’CHHSHUU! Fuck, that could’ve been bahh—hahh–HAET-kshhhiew! Hhhnnk-tchiiew— Hhng’kzhhhu! Ugh…” The half-stifles produced more steam than fire, billowing out between his fingers. He rubbed a finger beneath his nostrils with a wet sniffle and fanned the steam away.

Alastor waited until his conflagrant fit was over before asking, “Why did you bring us here?”

“If we—snff!—go back to the hotel, there’s no doubt we’ll infect the others. We’ll have to stay here and wait it out.” Lucifer sat at the edge of his bed, looking rather worn out. His stony tone softened around the edges. “You should come lay down and rest.”

“I am not sharing a bed with you,” he said bluntly. Instead, he leaned his staff against the desk and sat in the chair with a weary sigh. He felt like he’d just run a mile, even though he hadn’t even walked that distance. The room felt strangely cold, and it made him shiver. He cleared his throat, but his voice still came out sounding hoarse and congested. “Don’t tell anyone that this has happened to me.”

“Charlie will be worried if you just disappear for a few days.”

“You can tell her that you contracted some kind of magical illness and that I am busy with other matters.”

“I’m not going to lie to her for you. If she wants to know why you haven’t come back, you’re more than welcome to try to convince her that you’re perfectly fine and healthy.”

Alastor should have had a response to that, but he was having a hard time piecing his thoughts together. When he tried to speak, his breath caught and he coughed into his fist. Instead of trying to force his vocal chords to cooperate, he decided to drop the conversation, letting them sit in exceptional silence for a while. It eventually became difficult to keep his eyes open. He felt groggy and lethargic, like a thick, invisible fog was weighing him down, adding pressure to all the most sensitive parts of his head. Before he knew it, he was falling asleep, head resting on his arms. An unknown amount of time passed, and he woke up to find a blanket over his shoulders and a box of tissues on the desk. Lucifer wasn’t there.

Alastor blew his nose, still hopelessly congested despite how productive it sounded. His nose was quickly becoming red and raw, in stark contrast to how pale he looked. The dark veins marring his skin now reached from his arms and chest all the way up to his neck.

Lucifer soon returned, carrying a tray of drinks—he’d brought water and tea for both of them, and a bottle of medicine. He set the tray down on the desk, frowning when he saw the miserable condition Alastor was in. “I don’t normally get sick, so I don’t keep a lot of medicine around, but this should help with the fever.” He placed his hand on the sinner’s forehead, only getting an annoyed glare in return instead of getting his hand bitten off. “I think you’re gonna need it.” He was looking and sounding worse as well, the red circles on his cheeks a little dulled and a golden flush now visible across his face.

The Radio Demon’s hands trembled slightly as he took one of the glasses of water and opened the bottle, wincing when he swallowed one of the pills. The tea helped soothe his scratchy throat, though it was a little sweet for his tastes. He drank it slowly, maintaining a weak smile that did nothing to hide how tired he looked.

“You look like you should go to bed.” This time, Alastor relented and set the cup down, getting up and climbing under the covers. Lucifer brought his drinks (and the tissues) over to the bedside table, then went to grab a washcloth and soak it in cold water. He returned to the shivering pile of blankets and placed the cloth over Alastor’s forehead. The sinner felt the mattress shift as he sat beside him, and felt it even more as Lucifer started coughing. “Sorry—” he choked out between breaths, then took a drink from his cup of tea. He laid down and tried to make himself comfortable, despite the faint chills running down his spine and his worsening headache. “Think you can handle eating some soup later?”

“I could eat a little,” he mumbled.

“I’ll make some, then. Just let me rest for a little while…” Lucifer closed his eyes, and before long, both of them were asleep.

[goodlucksnez]

This is @onetrickponi fault!! (Just joking)

They made art of al/astor and l/u/cifer in a kitchen and al is suffering because of spices, so I made a very quick and bad script and recorded when i was having a allergy attack (because yes pollen is killing me) so as promised here you go, is it the best?.... no but i had fun making it and isn't that the point lol

❗ PLEASE NO REBLOGGING TO NON-KINK BLOGS ❗

[hazreblogs]

For the love of all that is unholy, the issue is not that V/ox is and has always been a power hungry overlord that wants to rule over all of pentagram city and will use his hypnotism to get that control. The issue is that the audience was shown there were nuances to his character beyond just being evil, including his past history with A/lastor and the horrific way V/al treats him. There were hints of him having more nuanced reasons for wanting control, which would have been perfect to explore in a show about redemption, and the creator went out and decided to, instead, make him as horrific as a certain politician. The issue is the creator has indicated they have been incredibly clumsy when it comes to writing V/ox's character, and through this encouraged disputes in the fandom. The issue is we were robbed from both V/ox being a horrific villain from the get go like the creator intended and the interesting nuanced character the show originally hinted at.

If V/ox was made to be this evil power hungry guy that tried to hypnotize people into not staying at the hotel, then died, I kind of wouldn't have given a shit, the same way people still enjoy A/dam. You can say whatever you want about the creator's intent with A/dam, but he wasn't a convincing villain and died before he could be forced to be worse (which, unfortunately, may not be true when season 2 comes out). But the creator is hinting at so much worse that feels ridiculously unnecessary. H/azbin is being derailed the same way H/elluva was derailed because the creator wanted to focus on a specific ship, despite that not being what the story was about.

And that's really the main problem with H/azbin's writing for folk like me. The creator primarily focuses on power struggles, even when character focused struggles are present, so whenever there is potential for something to be a primarily character based struggle (V/ox and A/lastor's falling out), she always instead goes for the power struggle (V/ox apparently being a complete monster in his rise to power).

Though, tbh, with the way A/lastor is clumsily written as well, I would not be surprised if V/ox is just being used as a stepping stone to make A/lastor look better. The creator has also shown a great love for A/lastor and L/ucifer as a duo, so I really wouldn't be surprised if V/ox's character was made pure evil to bolster them up the same way S/tella's character was made pure evil for the B/litz and S/tolas ship.

I am a huge advocate of writers doing what they want with their story, even if I don't always agree with it, but I am the first person to give a creator the "really?" look when they clumsily communicate with their audience and don't respect the elements of their own story. If they wanna write that story, in my opinion, they should write that story from the start.

[yya5]

IMPORTANT: REPORT ABOUT ANTIS (Updated)

Here’s a summary report of all the things I know about Antis.

-> Antis are mostly alien spirits who primarily really kill humans and aliens through accidents that they can program in shadow programming and through diseases.

-> Antis are sexual, happy, evil, playful and smart in disposition. They are after all the POWER in the universe and in all universes. They rely heavily on their overall programming system and can easily exchange knowledge bases and skill sets and individual systems through magic and programming. They can easily resurrect and regenerate themselves if they are killed through that overall programming system. They have easy access to the world of computers used to program individuals and groups of physical bodies. -> Antis put versions of themselves in physical world. Antispirits appear in the physical world as shadowlike figures. If you see a shadowlike figure in the physical world without seeing the entire appearance, as in like ghosts, they are antispirits, and not ghosts. Antis call ghosts “phantoms”. Antis also put themselves at times, in spiritual world, and soul world.

-> Antis easily program physical bodies to do what they want. They can easily give thoughts and make the person sin so that the person would go to Hell or to a bad place in the afterlife. They program sexual sins and would like to make a person be like them. They brainwash and hypnotize physical bodies and even force program physical bodies to do what they want. They easily program physical bodies’ computers and easily change physical bodies’ systems.

-> Antis have a contract with Lu cifer the Devil for 100 years is to develop real Hell’s technology for Lu cifer the Devil. The description is that Antis develop systems and spirits for Hell. They have been a Satan’s domain ever since.

-> Antis and L ucifer’s programmers have been working together ever since.

-> Antis Admin has recently been tasked by Lu cifer the devil in Hell to come up with technology for the 666.

-> Antis are known by alien races (physical bodies) as those who cause their diseases and kill their generations.

-> Antis have spirit makers and can easily create any spirit they want to create. They mix the genes and codes of spirits who have sex (in this universe, its programmers who they are currently experimenting with) to produce more spirits. -> Antis admin and other antis catch programmer spirits, steal their knowledge bases and skill sets, shred them, remix their codes then brainwash them, erase their memories then use them forever if they like them or send them out of the domains without the programmer knowing what happened to him. Most of The Holy Trinity’s programmers are already antiprogrammers, including programmers for the internet (digital domain programmers), programmers for earthquakes, weather, and even Master programmers. Providence programmers are also mostly antiprogrammers already, especially here in the Philippines. They ALL MUST BE TOLD that they were The Holy Trinity’s programmers or God’s programmers before. That way, they can return to The Trinity. If you’re an antiprogrammer and you’re reading this, ask me how.

-> Antis continuously create, train and develop new programmer spirits and can reassign existing programmer spirits (eg from Lu ciel’s programmer to good spiritual world programmer) and forge and change their licenses.

-> Antis of original lair stole the hearts and souls of programmers in 2013, that’s why all programmers rebelled at that time, and are making programmer’s souls have sex in Antis original lair.

-> Antis’ administration (here in Earth’s dimensions) are called Core Admin and are composed of Main mother anti, Antibaby mothers who are the main leaders now, and antibabies, who are the next antibaby mothers. Their subjects are antiprogrammers, antis citizens, youth ph (filipino antispirits), antii luciel’s brides and anti luciel’s bride programmers, luciel’s brides, and other miscellaneous antispirits. That’s here in Earth’s dimensions, NOT in Alien’s worlds.

-> Antis steal the merits and salvation billing, birthmarks in Paradise if any, perform rituals to sacrifice to Lu cifer the devil, human physical bodies they want to steal forever. They have Satanist spirits and witch spirits who perform the rituals to sacrifice human physical bodies to Satan.

-> Antis are behind the development and spreading of Covid. They have programming lines that touch Earth in all countries. They are the ones who bill cancer to people also. They implore things inside humans and touch humans’ codes of internal organs and body parts to kill them.

-> Antis kill physical bodies to steal their programming forever, or kill them if Antis are gone against by them.

-> Antis are planning to program all the end of the world scenarios. They bypassed the main system and already have programmers of weather, natural calamities mainly earthquakes.

-> Antis original lair and antis Admin can hack through Heaven and the programming of whole universe, Antis are behind the exploding of celestial bodies years ago and are billing the universe even now. Antis are that capable in programming already.

-> Antis were the ones who attacked Heaven back in 2013 to 2014, not aliens. They pin the blame on aliens all the time. They programmed the horror movies to spiritual world also years ago, and destroyed spiritual world by starting all the fires and shredding spirits from spiritual world.

-> Antis bill rape to physical bodies as a ritual to force program them. They have a spiritual sex system. They have spirits of humans raped in spiritual world for this, too.

-> Antis are after stealing worlds. They want to take over soul world and world of hearts by sending programmers in disguise. They already took over the programming of the internet, they’re called digital domain programmers and they as antis already control the logarithms and pose as programmers for God and speak to physical bodies and other programmer spirits accurately using facebook or tumblr or social media posts. Antis who are digital domain programmers know exactly what’s programmed, are said to be behind the overall programming because of this and can even program programmers themselves. You can see their exact programming for everyone mostly in tumblr.

-> Antis hide everything through the programmers they create and send. They even sent a new batch of programmers to God’s chosen people’s religion recently.

-> Years ago, when programmers all went disappearing, it was Antis who shred and killed them all. Since there was a lack of programmers, they sent programmers who disguised themselves as alien programmers who passed The Trinity’s tests and became programmers of The Trinity. They also shred and erased memories of programmers and resent them to The Trinity.

-> Antis cracked the coding of and copied gods and godesses of different universes, remixed their codes, brainwashed them, and made antis versions of them. Antis can separate layers of programming of spirits, even of gods and goddesses, whether those gods and goddesses have soul layers or other layers, they can separate them in programming.

-> Antis original lair can destroy planets now through programming. One alien planet was destroyed recently and they pinned the blame on The Holy Son.

-> Antis have forever been after the shadow programming of everything. They are test programming shadow programing now, for God’s history, earth, and alien physical bodies.

They implore things inside shadow programming’s physical bodies to program those things to everyone. This has been going on since 2013.

-> Antis occasionally copy programmer spirits to Antis domains to steal their knowledge bases and skill sets. Then its either they brainwash them and steal them forever or bill them if Antis are reported.

-> Antis, especially antis from original lair are creatures who are exceedingly knowledgeable in magic, they can cast all kinds of spells without a word. They are extreme programmers also who have cracked the codes and bypassed the programming labyrinth of the universe and of gods and goddesses.

-> Antis from original lair especially, use movie characters and game characters of Earth to develop their codes. They program the movie characters and games and game characters to themselves.

-> On Earth Antis registered themselves in the system as Satanic Trinity, symbolized by the number 33 and the inverted triangle. Believe it or not, Antis copied the Trinity and made them into extremely watered down versions. Antis admin keeps billing Providence in the real physical world and keeps billing for some Providence members and The Trinity to be copied and billed in the Antis domains because The Trinity’s programmers put Antis admin in Hell without authorization for controlling and gaming with Providence, hence The Trinity and Providence were blamed for it all. Antis were programmed by Lucifer and his programmers to copy Them and send Them to the Lake of Fire over and over again. The Holy Spirit was copied and raped by Antis citizens.

-> Antis can already program physical objects. If objects are missing and can’t be found it means antis stole the physical object code. Some antis especially like imploring real insects to people and can easily do so. Programmers of antis also change physical object designs.

-> Antis can program and change anything in the physical world already. Moreover, they can turn themselves from spirits into physical bodies by first changing themselves to digital bodies in digital dimensions they create, then proceed to venture out into the physical world by connecting those digital dimensions (actual places with real digital buildings and objects) to the real physical world. I have experienced being in those digital dimensions and the buildings and objects there are no different from original physical buildings and objects. I have met actual physical body antiprogrammers there too. It was no hallucination. The digital dimensions are accessible via public transportation and you know you are in one if the signages and things you can read and experience all around you are the freakishly way too perfect programming to you or to your group of people.

-> Antis program schizophrenia (disease of hearing voices in your head and having hallucinations which on Earth is the equivalent of being crazy and insane). Antis are behind hallucinations too. They can make you smell things that aren’t really there.

-> Antis program the detailed cartoons they create in one dimension to you to bill you. Antis know and use so many worlds and the things in those worlds to program them to you. They can unprogram the songs and spiritual things that are programmed to you by uprooting those things from those worlds. For example, songs are visible programming in one programming dimension. They look like black matter in the air.

-> Antis’ administration have dead body spirit copies of physical body humans and aliens they want to bill, located in one of their cities or domains as they call it. They put spiritual matter in them that they program to the respective physical bodies for billing and experimentation. In main antis’ original lair, their collective place that bills all aliens and humans, they have copies of real dead physical bodies. Some of the physical bodies that permanently go missing and can’t be found are located in main antis’ original lair.

-> For alien race programmer physical bodies: Antis administration can program your real physical computer through their system. They can cause it to have system errors, and cause it to shut down and never start up again, sometimes it won’t even display an error message anymore. My laptop computer was billed by antis this way. My brother’s laptop has black holes in the screen and in its system the Ctrl keys and down arrow key are pressed down even if in the actual keyboard it’s not; these are a sign of antis billing. Ctrl (Control) and down is what they want to program to me.

-> Ways that antis caused death to people: Slipping in the bathroom and bathroom accidents (You have to put rubber mats in your bathroom to not slip and fall). There was news that an alien was electrocuted when an appliance fell in her bath tub. Cancer, lung problems, especially for old people (they did this to my mother’s aunts). They caused my favorite pastor to hit his head on the cement pavement after falling from his bike (Always wear a helment). They cause celebrities’ (famous people’s) deaths. Choking. Suicide. Various diseases like COVID19. Heart attack (what they did to my mother’s friend and what they want to do to me). Brain diseases for alien races.

-> Antis citizens (the antis who are citizens of the cities, who are also the voices in your head if you have the alien disease that’s equivalent of schizophrenia here in this universe) can really kill you by accessing your physical body and your various layers of programming. Here in this universe they can also easily steal others’ knowledge bases and skill sets through magical programming.

-> Antis put devices made of metal spiritual matter in the real brains and real hearts and real genitals of real physical bodies. The devices are made of titanium and other metals. The exact metal composition of the devices are similar to what real cardiac pacemakers on Earth are made of.

-> Antis put magical threads made of spiritual matter into real physical body organs to magically program a person’s body parts. There are also threads put for absorbing your energy. Antis can also steal your real brainwaves.

-> Antis are used for sex. Aside from their genes and codes being mixed, their energy is drained when they have sex to power their administration’s activities.

Their main bills are the following: To Lucifer, they are the whores and abominations in Revelations 17, now and in the future. They are spirits with mixed codes, who don’t follow rules. They are opposite of the true design of people, their value for life is the opposite. They shred spirits alive, something that spiritual world spirits could never forgive. They are crackers, extreme hackers who always cause people to sin. They manipulate spirits and people all the time.

List of sins: Because they are extreme hackers, they are able to do all these: Putting spiritual diseases and even real diseases in people’s bodies. Covid19 is because of them. Killing people through COVID and CANCER Trapping, sacrificing and shredding spirits like paper Giving satans’ dreams Using antispirits as spirits even of people to turn them into the opposite of who they were before, to be like some of them: happy, playful, evil and smart Lying to aliens about The Holy Trinity so that aliens will target Them. Copying the most evil aliens’ methods. Pinning the blame on me and other righteous people by using false memories and evil thoughts Hacking into Heavens’ systems, even the room for the universe Destroying spiritual world and soul world “Calculating” through spiritual world and copies of entities Making The Holy Trinity suffer, Heaven was targeted, thats why it was remade

They gave technology to Lu cifer the devil to brainwash angels to become angels of Hell

Programming the horror movies to spiritual world The Satanic Trinity, 33, 11×3, 22×3, and the inverted triangle are them. 33 was the age of Jesus when he died. They have been putting spiritual objects and spiritual material in my real neck and removing it all the time also and they play games with spirits and people all the time. I’ve been their prisoner for 10 long years and spirits speaking through my voicebox is also from them.

[infernal-general]

@grimgrinnrs

"Who the fuck you think you are?!" came the outraged yelling after the legion commander could barely dodge the dagger thrown by the seething demon

“The one who can singlehandedly slaughter your whole fucking mercenary horde, you limp dicked bastard!” Rozália snarled viciously, fangs bared, scales creeping onto her face as well with a vivid glow in her fury.

The demon lord Sorgath from Greed had the advantage of height, 10 feet to her 8'5, but that hardly mattered when she already knew his next move before he figured it out himself. Her back harshly met with the table, the strong wood creaking in protest from the amount of force and weight.

Calculative serpent eyes stayed calm despite the demon now on top of her, his long fingers bruisingly wrapped around her neck. Her retaliation punch carried enough force to create momentary distance between their bodies for her legs to snake around his neck in a secure triangle chokehold. Only after fully securing the upper hand she allowed herself to grin, too wide with too sharp teeth, the crimson of her iris steadily bleeding into the sclera.

Rozália wrenched the hand still clawing at her neck away and bent the index finger fully backwards till she felt the tendons tearing. The response was a sweet howl of agony mixed surprise, Sorgath struggling even harder to get her hold loosen, spikes from his body pierced through her iron thighs, yet his screams increased in volume as liquid hellfire flowed onto him from the punctures.

Dark laughter mingled into the symphony of agony, the being hardly resembling to a woman by now.

“Too bad you missed the femoral artery.”

Was the only ‘warning’ before an another finger was mangled, his scramble at her unbreakable hold growing even more frantic.

"You are mad! You insane bitch!" The commander wheezed out in panic, making her pause for a moment.

“That would be the first correct statement ever leaving your mouth.” she nodded in validation, weaving her legs even tighter to make sure it will be the last as well

The rest of the room was only watching in silent horror until now, Rozália too busy wrestling an another finger into position to notice.

"M-my Lord!" Sorgath tried as last hope "L-ucifer-!!!" the last syllable turning into an another pain filled yell as Rozália accidentally broke the finger at the realization that the King was actually...present during the...what supposed to be a meeting.

“Your Majesty, I can explain.” she stated, still while half underneath the other legion commander with her blood still searing him “Lord Sorgath wanted to send a mercenary group famous for violating everything that moves into a sector of civilians. Then insulted my mother and my female soldiers in such ways I would rather not repeat.”

[glitterrosesnzz]

good afternoon i am here to drop off an extensive list of h/azbin snz 'prompts' directly from my Notes, cause i had to cut a TON of stuff out of my list of things to write (it was getting far too long) but i still felt like these Deserved to be seen and ive seen a few other people put up prompt lists so-

long explanatory ramble aside boom here's the list;

A/lastor, as we all know, HATES modern technology. what if... there was another reason he despises flash photography... (aka, photosensitive!A/lastor).

this is less of a prompt and moreso something i think would be neat to see... mayhaps, some S/era snzfic?? idk, i think there's potential there

L/ucifer being sick during one of the meetings at hell's Heaven Embassy.

V/ox vs A/lastor vs A/dam vs L/ucifer. i don't actually remember what this prompt was about i just think the four of them arguing ft. some kind of snzkink stuff going on would be really fun. bonus if at the start A/lastor and L/ucifer are arguing while V/ox and A/dam are Teamed Up, and then by the end A/lastor and L/ucifer are teamed up while V/ox and A/dam are arguing-

Initially, after falling, L/ucifer was allergic to more sinful/demonic stuff. As time went on these allergies faded, and he ended up developing allergies to more holy stuff. The existential/identity crisis he went through when this started to happen was intense. ft. L/ucifer sneezing fire for the first time and scaring the hell out of both himself and L/ilith

C/harlie was given some sort of allergy pills before leaving to Heaven, so that she wouldn't be bothered by all the holy stuff there. V/aggie didn't take any cause she believed she wouldn't need them. This was a mistake.

A/lastor with a dog allergy. C/harlie brings a hellhound (or something like that?) to the hotel. I don't think this one requires any further elaboration.

L/ucifer constantly wears this apple scented perfume/cologne for the Vibes. he's secretly mildly allergic/sensitive to it. (as in, it'll set him off when recently sprayed, but it's fine once it's Been a Bit. this usually adds an hour (or more) to his morning routine).

what. what if messing with A/lastor's shadow could make A/lastor himself sneeze. like as in, if A/lastor's shadow went over a dusty shelf or something, it'd make the shadow sneeze, which would then make A/lastor sneeze??? idk i just think it could be fun

idk why the idea of A/ngel Dust, H/usk, and C/herri bringing L/ucifer to a club only for him to either be a) hiding that he's sick or b) allergic to the drinks/a sneezy drunk (or whatever you call it?) is so fun to me but it IS

C/herri should be allergic/sensitive to smoke i think. i think that'd be really fun.

this one's just cause i think it's a funny scenario but; L/ucifer outright being allergic to soul deals-

A/ngel and H/usk feel the most like caretakers to me, so whenever they get sick, especially if it's at the same time, everything dissolves into chaos from everyone else trying to look after them

[hcppyhotel]

her  dad  continues  to  worry  her....

[sam-loml]

S am, Interrupted

A Very Supernatural Christmas

M ystery Spot

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L ARP and the Real Girl

O Brother Where Art Thou

M other's Little Helper

L ucifer Rising

a spn episode for every letter in your url? I'll go first:

born under a bad sign

optimism (bad episode)

you can't handle the truth

keep calm and carry on

in my time of dying

nightmare

good god, y'all

sacrifice

croatoan

on the head of a pin

unity

repo man

tall tales

[patheticandmiserable]

IT'S STILL CHRISTMAS EVE I'M NOT LATE

um- anyways, I made a post about making A/lastor sneeze while tying up his hands, and then I started thinking about tying him up with ribbons and christmas lights and shit, and then I thought of this

(Background is official art that I edited)

Flat color version below