[Since i am hella busy until saturday which is my birthday! i’ll be over at discord! Just tell me who you are and we can rp or chat there]

[I’ll be over at discord while i reply to stuff, speak to me there if you wanna!]

Okay now is it, my week of work torture ended. So i can FINALLY write stuff.

I am in the mood to try for the A/B/O verse -that is in my verses tag in the about!- but i am open for plotting whatever.

                 “ you know as much as i am your family member, i do not live here anymore. my territory lies in the lowest levels of hell; for other nephilim, so i cannot always call for you or come ask for you in your home when i’m in the midst of a tantrum. ” he has always been unstable with his magic, be it his mentality or how emotionally raw he could be at times, but he never had a flare up like this since he was first a babe demon, living within lucifer’s palace. he never flared up with solomon, sure he’d argue with his old master, but he never flared up from fear and anxiety — he never once spit a flame at him. despite their arguments, solomon always made him feel at home, feel … safe in some sort of way in their little hideaway filled with only towers of books.

                 “ they are, and i don’t think my habit of hoarding books has been helped at all in the past centuries. making my own paints can also have me entirely engrossed to the point i forget where i am or what exactly i was doing when i look up. ” a soft laugh escaped his lips, his own jab at himself cheered him up some. when lucifer stepped away, the haze in his eyes lightened ( his eyes still appeared as tarnished rubies going through the process of polishing ) and he nodded. lifting a bandaged hand he exhaled a cloud of bright flames. in their wake were burled walnut doors adorn with golden braided handles. “ the twins aren’t likely here, so it should be quiet for you to enjoy yourself. ”

@unholywhispering

               “Lucifer…” That was unexpected; Camio had heard that the fallen Angel was killed while he slept. “Is that really you?”

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    William huffed and pouted up at the man, looking not unlike a spoiled brat. “Yes, well thanks for that.” There were some things he really didn’t want to know, like the many ways in which he could be either crippled or dispatched. But to say it wasn’t personal…somehow that hurt a little. Had their relationship - he and Solomon - been worth nothing to Lucifer? In truth, more than likely. The blonde felt a sting within his heart, something too familiar and utterly reviled. He hated feeling sadness, especially over a liar like Lucifer. But he would be damned if he was going to express his feelings to the devil. Rather he was satisfied pouting. “You’re a despicable monster, you know that?” And then came along the harsh words, so common of William’s repertoire. He was making his feelings obvious, he knew, but it was better to spit poison than divulge secrets of the heart.

Sidonai could feel his head beginning to spin. He desperately needed air. He was going to black out if he didn’t breathe soon. And he was terrified to see what Lucifer could do to him while unconscious. But as if Lucifer had heard his mind begging, he was released from the suffocating grasp…..only to be tossed up into the air, like some ragdoll. He gasped and gulped at the air as much as he could, violet eyes looking around terrified. Lucifer had a blade, a massive blade. It looked as dark and devastating as the aura surrounding the emperor. He saw it swinging in his direction. Lucifer was going to slay him!? He threw his arms out in front of his face as he saw the blade landing on him.

Then…..he felt pain.

As he landed to the ground with a thud, he could see a long, red trail leading from his right arm. The pain grew worse, and worse. What was happening? What sort of enchanted blade was that? But all thoughts of Lucifer’s intentions faded. His arms was on fire. It was as if someone had plunged it into the magma of the second circle itself. It didn’t stop at his wound, it coursed throughout his body as if the pain had become part of his blood. He knew he wanted to seem tough and defiant in front of his foe, but this pain was the worst he had ever felt in his life. He gripped at his arm, screaming out in agony, practically begging for someone to save him. It was the most pathetic and vulnerable he had ever been.

“You overestimated your skills, there’s a reason why I was an Archangel, the first one, and the ones closest to that bastard. Before me there was all darkness, and I leave darkness when i go. You don’t know who are you messing with” He grabbed the same arm, chuckling at hearing the other demon’s screams of pain. He was immune to angel’s weapons except for Michael’s sword, but Sidonai wasn’t. All demons that weren’t former high ranking angels like him were affected by them, and this showed how horrible it could be if they ever waged war against heaven and they went all out on demons.  He wasn’t a compassionate being, at all, but he didn’t like to break his new toys, hence why he retracted the weapon after making a little cut on his index finger to make it bleed. He then smeared the blood on top of the wound on Sidonai’s arm, that would be enough for it to stop purifying him, and ti make his healing abilities kick and help it close. But for cure, it would scar. And really ugly  He didn’t bother coming back to his human form, for he was trying to make an statement with this, to show the other that he should, for once, remember his place. He squatted in front of the younger one, wanting tot look closer at his face “So much for not being weak, dearest. Where did all that bravado go?” 

So! Would anyone want for me to write them a starter? Like for a small, short thing of my choice, or comment if you want to plot something more elaborate. I have a Verses page in my blog if you'd like to interact with another version of Lucifer btw

In a human modern verse, Lucifer would be the epitome of the narcissistic shallow millennial who has 389475839475 SNS and posts everything about his wealthy life on instagram and has more followers than hair because he’s hot, rich and single