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Oh watching him go from insecure to the symbol of pride within 2 seconds was another small thing that makes her heart flutter for the past again. He helped make her what she is today, to think that if heaven sent down a different angel that day, nothing would've been the same, there was only one Lucifer. She wraps around his arm like the proud trophy wife she always wanted to be for him and gives him her confirmation.

“I am always ready for you, my beloved. Just say when and I’ll be there~”

The playful nickname makes him laugh, picking up his cane with a toss and catching it with his dominant hand. Lucifer knew leaving without it would spell for a rather embarrassing turn when his brace failed to hold him upright.

Even human Lilith was stunning, it was what he had fallen in love with at first. The woman in Eden, proud and strong. He fell in love day one. Hell he fell in love the moment he laid eyes on. “Okay okay, I am ready whenever you are my love.” All he had left to do was ensure that his wife had the arm she deserved.

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A rush of excitement runs through the robot, the lens of his eye look at her with such a half lidded joy just from hearing her words had got him so happy and dancing in his little spot one wobble at a time, his blood was rushing, a soft ‘wrrrr’ is heard as his body pumped faster, which wound up making the current leak gush out some fluid. From the sudden loss of blood his programming flips the safety switch and puts him in ‘safe mode’. Suddenly everything felt so fast and so… empty. He only had this happen one time before and it was before the era of peace. A diagnostics screen runs in his head, prompts for a scan to see where the damage is, he already knew but he felt like he was floating in this moment, he could faintly see pixels of V2 in front of him. How embarrassing, why did he react like this in front of other? 

V1 could take it any way he wanted to, but truly it was just a stupid feeling of companionship that V2 found herself longing for. At least v1 wasn’t entirely stupid, maintenance was a required thing for robots like them, and it was clear that the older version did none of that.

The question pauses his hands, hovering over the damaged wires as he pushes through the feed back he got from his own system. “I have never tried. I don’t even think I’ve come down this far before. I would love to try though.”

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 Oh how absolutely silly little man she has caught for herself. She can’t help but blush and hide her point of weakness with a little laugh. His words, awkward yet genuine. She always appreciates a man who doesn’t hide anything, a man who would never stab her in the back. That was her little Lucifer. She offers a smile and offers her hand. “Then let us go you silly goose. Before you get too ornery. We have so much to do and so much to see!” She then compares her disguise with his. Humans. They were both human for this moment, oh she thinks back to those moments of Eden. Catching herself thinking if only it was the man in front of her instead of the faux hero they placed in front of her. Yes. Lucifer always had the sweetest smile. His rosey cheeks even shine through the disguise, He was so beautiful.

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Lillith was the more familiar one when it came to a public face. Lucifer on the other hand reclused instantly, hiding in the walls of the castle he had built for them. It was far quieter, far safer for him to nurse his wounds, both bleeding , and mental. Then after awhile it became the jail he chose to live in, and only his wife had the key.

She seemed to have chosen a day for celebration. The month of June being endless celebrations of the sin he had chosen for himself. “You think? Shit what am I thinking, I’m the king no? The only person that matters is your opinion.” He turns now, a weak façade of pride along his expression as he offers his hand to the queen.

“Shall we go? Before that dress never leaves this room?”

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This younger red one is always spilling words to hope it builds him up on some kind of superior pedestal. Yes V1 is the weaker one at this moment, but this little leak will not stop him for too long. But before this ridiculous competition between versions happens again, he longingly looks to the lake, letting his damaged arm fall limply so the other can work on him once again. First it was the vocal box that rests in the robots carapace, to now fix a bloody leak like a plumber that just happened to walk by. Though maybe in this moment of peace they can bond further, perhaps an attempt at peer to peer communication. “Do you like… Fishing?” He tilts his head out of curiosity as the tone of his voice pitches up as if there was some excitement in there.

In the short time he had known the younger version V2 had begun to realize that emotions somehow were in his programing. V1 always seemed to garner worry and frustration. It was a very odd feeling, and for some reason he so desperately wanted to help him.

                He did not pursue the machine into the water, instead watched the pathetic display, though in a sense… It was much better than rendering husks limb from limited limb. Though it would be stupid to gather all this blood only to have it wasted from a broken limb. No he would wait until he was done with the fish.

                “Ah good to hear you haven’t fucked up your last repair with your bloodletting.”  V2 teased, an amused look on his face. “I found some wiring sleeves and have spares. Easy fix and as thanks you can catch me some fish.”

                He motions to the perch that the machine had been on moments before. “I just ask that you do not fish while I’m trying to work, these are precious.”

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Besides their writing hasn't improved in years why the hell do you think they have barely anyone writing with them

its always the same shit with them

don't say i didn't warn you. They were kicked out for a reason

[[ Thats' okay Eden. I know they grew into a beautiful individual while you still rot by hanging on a 10 year grudge. They're one of my beautiful girlfriends and bestest of friends for 8 years so of course i know everything about them and you. Now fuck off <3 ]]

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before you even knew they existed. They have a violent history and I want to make sure you are safe from them

[[ I've known them for a few years and they never done that though!! Are you sure you have the right person??]]

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[[ OC content but ya know, mmmmmmmmm interpreter doodles featuring her partners <3 <3 <3 they are so silly. the last one is heehee haa haa parental vibes

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last time i hung with them the lost their shit a put a hole in my wall all because they were unmedicated

[[ Wait??? what?? they dont seem like that type of person omggg. When was this!???]]

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A natural fuel for these people is… farts? Maybe this timeline is more fucked up than he thought. It would make sense because of the air quality due to the rotting corpses and invasive species of fungi.. He must know the definite answer now. “Does your… society run off of ‘farts’??” He sounds confused

“I know resources are minimal and you have to do anything to survive but… I would imagine burning gastroatomical air bubbles for power is.. Terrible. You should consider blood. It is more efficient.” 

Then the robot became a tad confused by her reaction when receiving the coin, the robot remained bent down to stare at her face. Ah.. a common issue similar to a plague that spread amongst the living which was then passed down to hell's residents… Anxiety. “I do not intend to leave this area at this moment.” He replies as if he was reciting his orders. 

The only reason he gave her that coin is if they were to get separated. He was too curious with these interactions with this girl, almost glued to a petting zoo attraction. As an added bonus, she said there were more people, alive people, this was a chance to study their society and figure out the reason for their extinction in his world. 

“I would like to meet your family. You did say you were related to the leader, yes?” 

The more she heard about the robot, the more questions crowded her mind—but of course, the first one always slipped out unfiltered.

“So you’re powered by farts, huh?” Ellie snorted, flashing a well-practiced shit-eating grin, her dirt-smeared face lit with mischief. “I’m calling you Fart from now on.”

Was it smart to mouth off to a machine that could probably flatline her without breaking a sweat? Absolutely not. But when had Ellie ever been known for good decisions?

There was something darker beneath the surface of the mechanical being before her—she could feel it, something old, heavy. But for now, it had been… weirdly pleasant. And pleasant was rare in this hellhole of a city.

Her brows lifted when the coin was offered. She eyed it like it might explode in her hand. “So... this is your goodbye gift? You hand me this and vanish into the night?”

A flicker of something real, maybe even vulnerable, passed through her voice. Her grip on her usual bravado loosened.

“It’s safer to travel in numbers,” she added with a shrug, her tone casual but her eyes a little too hopeful. “At least from what I’ve seen. You haven’t been around here long, right? I could show you the ropes.”

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How do you need to be touched

tagged by @flxshy

filled out for: Nyarla

fervently.

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

tagging; i have no one to tag yet~

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She watches the assortment of puzzled looks that fall on the angels’ face from confusion, horror, pain, to understanding. Lilith is now more amused by knowing the tantalizing thoughts she has put in the others head may be affecting her. But also… she can make the internal conflict worse for the little dove. 

“Yes darling girl. I mean a partner.” 

She puts her previous statement in more blunter words so the Interpreter in front of her knows what she means, meanwhile in her head she lays more traps out for the unknowing. “I am truly sorry. I use more of a venomous dialect than a cutesy one. Lucifer always adored it so I never thought about how it could be perceived by more gentle souls like you.” 

She spins those words as if it was another eloquent deceit but with a touch of honesty, like putting honey in your cup of brewed nightshade. 

Hearing what little use of fashionable appeal the angel has, she turns around towards her wardrobe, rolling her eyes in the moment the other can’t see her to let out some of the disdain growing inside Lilith. Even if she proves herself useless today, she may be a greater asset for tomorrow. Interpreter here just needs a good teacher. Moving towards the door with such a silent elegance in her steps, she raises her hand to beckon for the other woman in the room. “Come here dearest. The dressing room is this way.” 

She glances over her shoulder to give her a little approving smile as she returns to face forward. Immediately opening any panelling to provide more room for the girls wing span.

The proposition hung in the air like a thread between heaven and hell—fragile, taut, and dangerously close to snapping. On the surface, it seemed harmless, perhaps even generous. But she knew better. The wrong word, the wrong tone, and she could be binding herself to something irreversible. If phrased as a deal, it might very well cost her what little tether she had left to heaven. And if not... was she really about to refuse help from a queen of Hell?

Her throat tightened. “Prey?” she repeated, the word trembling as it left her lips. It wasn’t just a question—it was an instinctive recoil. Her voice nearly cracked, the composed mask she wore already fraying at the edges. So much for grace under pressure.

She drew in a breath, steadying herself even as her eyes flicked up toward the towering figure before her. “Would I be correct in assuming you mean a partner?” The wording was odd—twisted in a way that didn’t quite make sense to her, but then again, she knew next to nothing about how things worked down here. Everything in Hell carried a double meaning. A threat hidden beneath a smile. A trap disguised as a gift.

Still, she bowed her head slightly, wings folding in closer as a show of respect—even if it felt like folding herself inward defensively. “I cannot say if I know how to appeal to the council,” she admitted softly, “as I stand on the lowest bar of their regard. But… I have seen many of their meetings. Enough, I hope, to be of use to you.”

There was a moment of hesitation, her hands wringing gently at the fabric near her waist before she cleared her throat again, forcing herself to stand a bit taller. “may I ask where your wardrobe is?”

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He silently listens to her qualms. Each word she says, her strength chips away from this once glorious idol, this wasn’t the angel he had fought in the lower depths. Why is she sad instead of angry, it should be fuelling her as it energizes every other abomination here. Even the machines are able to weaponize the emotion that they statistically should not be able to feel. Why was she ruined like this, why is she giving up? Then suddenly his world got warmer. Her body pressed up against his and he felt her radiance roaring through the cold shell of his armor, it felt like home --- home never existed for either of them, there was never such a thing in his or Interpreter's short and sad existences. No supreme angel cared or dared to ask if they needed anything, all they had was each other's comfort and yet it was still one sided. But what really brought them together in those times was their shared mentor Ga-

He has to stop himself from falling down that rabbit hole again. Those memories belonged to Grellis. Nyarla has to take a step back from attempting to live a dead man's life by retracing his steps in his mind. Yes, he was just a lost little limpet crawling through the cracks of Hell trying to find a suitable host for a p a r a s i t e, and then he found someone brilliant to use as a little puppet.

Grellis had a pathetic charm about him, scrawnier than your typical soldier but so perfect with pride. He was lost just like him, but instead of living out of desperation, the angel was able to grow his influence in those hidden layers beyond Hell's walls. Sometimes Nyarla would watch him do sermons to this secret divine cult. He wanted this power, this influence! And so he stole it right from this hero's hands. Recalling that memory helped him with accepting this empathy he has on this girl. In the long term, she helped Nyarla gain this body by rejecting the other angels’ advances and she continues to try to redeem herself when the bouquet he left for her has already rotted. There may be some beauty left in a wilted flower.

He further grounds himself by feeling a warm pool of drool on his lap, he was in the middle of eating. His abdominal mouth slurps up the rest of the filth that was hanging from his maw. A tongue formed by previous intestines makes sure to get every bit of meat between his teeth. He had to pause his meal for this woman. It was the right thing to do.

His newly freed hands float up to intertwine with hers, b l o o d glueing the interlocking fingers together. Then with a softer yet raspier voice he then replies to the other.

“Your light only fades if you let it. Just because you are done here doesn’t mean your ties to the heavenly father are gone.”

He had seen what losing that light does to an angel. They only have a set amount of time, but she still had that connection otherwise she wouldn't have been able to last as long as she has. He keeps telling himself that over and over so it remains true that she will survive.

“So with that being said. You should keep fighting for that light. Make them acknowledge you're still down here. Make them realize they left something so RADIANT behind.” 

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@heaven-saidx

WHO UP FRAUDING IT

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He chuckles in his own head when the other mentioned FUEL. But seeing how their world is, the concept of what this machine runs on would not be too much of a shocker in this apocalyptic setting. 

“My fuel comes from a naturally generating source unlike most gasses and oils that your standard economy would use.” 

He says with the intention to soothe any worries the girl may have. The thought of someone else thinking about what he needs to keep going sounds more of a task than maintaining it himself. No, admitting the blood being fuel is the easy part, it’s having a child trying to micro-manage your own intake would be the more annoying issue at hand when it's just easy to rev a chainsaw in the guts of your enemies.

He snaps his grip back onto the coin and stares at the polished ducat he was just using as a fidget toy. In the future he may not be able to tell who she is anymore as her body rots with the rest of humanity. He stretches his arm to offer it to her, a mere coin that may put her soul to rest when she passes on, and an identifier if he were to find her body. “I have a countless amount of these. Take this as a token.” He instructed as he tries to take notes of her physical form as of right now.