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hey yo satan
question
how the fuck am i supposed to market my skills if ur giving people endless this and perpetual that?
oh i can get u whatever u want
so can satan
really cuttin into my bottom line here
question
how the fuck am i supposed to market my skills if ur giving people endless this and perpetual that?
oh i can get u whatever u want
so can satan
really cuttin into my bottom line here
Good-greeting. [Although there's hardly anything good about it, but Andrej has already had long enough to stew in his own blend of horror and miserable self-pity to at least try some semblance of decency when speaking to a figure of authority, at least far as Hell was concerned.] I would have an explanation for this. This disfigurement. I am not one of your demons, it is plainly nonsense.
[Never mind that the budding horns he had noticed only after kidnapping, and that was after the nightmares, and the Frenzy and... things had gotten somewhat extreme, it was true. But the idea of truly being here for eternity, should some kind of transformation be occurring... he shuddered to think of it.]
[Never mind that the budding horns he had noticed only after kidnapping, and that was after the nightmares, and the Frenzy and... things had gotten somewhat extreme, it was true. But the idea of truly being here for eternity, should some kind of transformation be occurring... he shuddered to think of it.]
Hello? Lucifer.. It's Noctis.
(There's a significant pause, his voice is low, his words slow to natural.)
We spoke briefly before, just a few times, I was wondering.. a few things, one was.. well. We got a letter saying we could put our sins on someone else, but.. I want to take a sin from someone. Can I do that?
(There's a significant pause, his voice is low, his words slow to natural.)
We spoke briefly before, just a few times, I was wondering.. a few things, one was.. well. We got a letter saying we could put our sins on someone else, but.. I want to take a sin from someone. Can I do that?
Edited 2019-10-27 02:49 (UTC)
(Of course he can't forget their gracious host. So, as Kanda delivers his gifts around the hotel he leaves one for Lucifer himself, it's at the front desk (Kanda doesn't quite know where Lucifer's room is?? - if he has one??). He trusts the demons wouldn't dare mess with something intended for the King of Hell. In the wrapped package is a small pendent with a split face carved in jade. Half of the face belongs to Buddha, the other half belongs to the devil. He doesn't leave a note or anything, he figures Lucifer will decide for himself the symbolism and what it means to him. For Kanda has his own ideas, but those were only from his point of view.)
What sort of favor does it cost to keep Dodger out of my suite permanently? No more popping in and out. No more invisible. No more sneaking. Not just my room, the whole suite.
What’s that cost?
What’s that cost?
[ So, you know, Squalo's spent literal hours slaving away in the kitchen to make the most proper rendition of bruciuluni he can manage with Hell meat, Hell eggs and Hell vegetables. It's still hot and everything, and he absolutely intends to keep it that way which means he should hand it over as soon as possible. ]
Hey. Lucifer.
[ Since he's already got the reputation for being a cheeky bastard, of course the giant roll is shaped vaguely as a dick. He looks around expectantly and tries again. ]
Voi, hoe, you'd better show your fucking face before it gets cold!
Hey. Lucifer.
[ Since he's already got the reputation for being a cheeky bastard, of course the giant roll is shaped vaguely as a dick. He looks around expectantly and tries again. ]
Voi, hoe, you'd better show your fucking face before it gets cold!
Edited 2019-12-27 11:06 (UTC)
I got a list of sins that's long and impressive like my dick.
When are you gonna let me smash? You won't be disappointed.
[Soon after the text, he'll get a picture of Lester in bed, jeans pulled down, for a great picture of his chest, abs, and most importantly his cock.]
When are you gonna let me smash? You won't be disappointed.
[Soon after the text, he'll get a picture of Lester in bed, jeans pulled down, for a great picture of his chest, abs, and most importantly his cock.]
Edited 2020-01-02 11:59 (UTC)
Lucifer. Can we talk?
[He's never tried the whole say my name thing before, but he'd prefer not doing it over the phone, so: here goes nothing.
Hopefully his temper isn't too obvious.]
[He's never tried the whole say my name thing before, but he'd prefer not doing it over the phone, so: here goes nothing.
Hopefully his temper isn't too obvious.]
[It's late evening, a little bit shy of midnight, and Francis can't entirely resist the promise of a bad idea. So he calls Lucifer, his voice all warmth and pleasantly tipsy.]
Lucifer. I don't suppose you have time for a distraction? I'd hate to interrupt if you're busy.
[It's flirty in a way that Francis doesn't bother trying to hide. He hadn't really planned what to do with himself while Dodger has his party. But Lucifer is nothing if not fascinating; and he thinks this might be fun.]
Lucifer. I don't suppose you have time for a distraction? I'd hate to interrupt if you're busy.
[It's flirty in a way that Francis doesn't bother trying to hide. He hadn't really planned what to do with himself while Dodger has his party. But Lucifer is nothing if not fascinating; and he thinks this might be fun.]
(It took him some time to contact Lucifer again about some of the things he's done..
He can't even be sure he's done them for Prompto - no, he hasn't done them for Prompto, he did them for himself. Like the greedy little useless prince he was. Feeding off of everyone's sunshine because he lacked the ability to create any for himself.
He looks rightfully ashamed.)
Lucifer.. I was wondering, the things I did here. If it would be enough to lighten Prompto's sins? Even if just one..
I don't care how much more I've gotten, I deserve them.
I fucked his boyfriend, I kissed his other boyfriend, I lusted after them both. I've envied.. I've hated.. I'm fucked up..
Lucifer.. please. (He hangs his head. A choke stiffens his voice.) I wanted to hurt him.
He can't even be sure he's done them for Prompto - no, he hasn't done them for Prompto, he did them for himself. Like the greedy little useless prince he was. Feeding off of everyone's sunshine because he lacked the ability to create any for himself.
He looks rightfully ashamed.)
Lucifer.. I was wondering, the things I did here. If it would be enough to lighten Prompto's sins? Even if just one..
I don't care how much more I've gotten, I deserve them.
I fucked his boyfriend, I kissed his other boyfriend, I lusted after them both. I've envied.. I've hated.. I'm fucked up..
Lucifer.. please. (He hangs his head. A choke stiffens his voice.) I wanted to hurt him.
Lucifer?
[ Nezumi's in his room, leaning back in a chair, a book folded over his knee. This is something he's debated for a long time. Reaching out for help isn't something he's very good at, and there's already a large part inside of him that wants to seize and stop. ]
I'm not praying so don't confuse the two, but when you're finished with whatever paperwork comes with Hell, we need to talk.
[ Nezumi's in his room, leaning back in a chair, a book folded over his knee. This is something he's debated for a long time. Reaching out for help isn't something he's very good at, and there's already a large part inside of him that wants to seize and stop. ]
I'm not praying so don't confuse the two, but when you're finished with whatever paperwork comes with Hell, we need to talk.
[ So, he hadn't quite been around for much of Lucifer's recent tough times, thanks to the whole Hellburbia mess, but that doesn't mean he didn't notice. The message he leaves is laconic enough, though if Lucifer answers in prayer, he'll insist that he shows up in person. ]
How are you feeling?
How are you feeling?
[Late in the morning after the events with the Veiled Order, their rituals and their potions and their visions, Natasha's made her decision—maybe not a smart play, but there's not really an ideal option on the table. Everything left is more or less damage control.
But she sounds confident when she reaches out to Lucifer.]
I assume you have some idea what's going on already. Mind if I come by?
But she sounds confident when she reaches out to Lucifer.]
I assume you have some idea what's going on already. Mind if I come by?
[ probably on the same day that Xanxus hauls ass to Hellburbia without deigning to inform Squalo about it, Lucifer will be getting a stream of panicked messages. ]
Where is he
Did you take him
GIVE HIM BACK
Where is he
Did you take him
GIVE HIM BACK
who do i talk to about MAGICAL sex toys? enchantments? i have so many ideas to really open up new possibilities. if there's somewhere you could point me, that would be perfect. i know you're busy. or stressed. or both.
[ so, soon after his network appearance, Lucifer will be getting a message. ]
[ See, Squalo does not appreciate the whole implication that murderers are not good enough to become demons or torturers. How does that even make sense? ]
Does this mean you intend for us to become like them?
[ He means those ghostly "pests", of course. This is not what he signed up for. ]
[ See, Squalo does not appreciate the whole implication that murderers are not good enough to become demons or torturers. How does that even make sense? ]
Does this mean you intend for us to become like them?
[ He means those ghostly "pests", of course. This is not what he signed up for. ]
[ though sabrina had been no stranger to late nights, it was easy to forget about time at all in Hell. she was pretty sure it ticked on by however it wanted to. and the library was an especially easy place to forget about that entirely.
upon lucifer's suggestion and (confusing) generosity, sabrina had flung herself fully into the resources his word provided.
she still hasn't parsed out the finer points of her inner turmoil. on one hand, lucifer is lucifer. he might wear a different face, and have a distinctly different temperament, but he still bore the mantle of the Dark Lord in her mind. a part of her screamed to be cautious; the other part told her to throw that caution to the wind, as she was wont to do many times before, and learn instead. that draw of power, right in front of her face.
which is probably why when she chooses to reach out, its done with a candle instead of the phone - both set very carefully away from her notes and the books - and when she speaks, it is with a clear voice. a witch must always speak with a clear voice. ] Lucifer Morningstar? I, Sabrina Spellman, wish to speak and be heard.
upon lucifer's suggestion and (confusing) generosity, sabrina had flung herself fully into the resources his word provided.
she still hasn't parsed out the finer points of her inner turmoil. on one hand, lucifer is lucifer. he might wear a different face, and have a distinctly different temperament, but he still bore the mantle of the Dark Lord in her mind. a part of her screamed to be cautious; the other part told her to throw that caution to the wind, as she was wont to do many times before, and learn instead. that draw of power, right in front of her face.
which is probably why when she chooses to reach out, its done with a candle instead of the phone - both set very carefully away from her notes and the books - and when she speaks, it is with a clear voice. a witch must always speak with a clear voice. ] Lucifer Morningstar? I, Sabrina Spellman, wish to speak and be heard.
[ and once again, Squalo is pacing somewhere, yelling for Lucifer at the top of his lungs. ]
[ he doesn't look well. he might be injured, he definitely hasn't been sleeping well, and overall looks more... unhinged than normal, which is saying something. whatever happened to him, he's not taking it well, and he's losing his grip on himself, too. ]
Where is he?!
[ it's the same song and dance again. ]
[ he doesn't look well. he might be injured, he definitely hasn't been sleeping well, and overall looks more... unhinged than normal, which is saying something. whatever happened to him, he's not taking it well, and he's losing his grip on himself, too. ]
Where is he?!
[ it's the same song and dance again. ]
[Natasha isn't really one to pray. A part of her has to wonder if this will work at all outside of Barbas' interference. It feels more than a little silly sitting alone in her room, trying to decide how to best direct her thoughts to Lucifer.
Praying to the devil seems like another sin to add to her list, really.
Still she does try it, because she remembers her conversation with Lucifer when they talked about her going undercover and if there's any way to get a message to him that won't be intercepted somehow, this is as good a chance as any.]
I'm not sure if you'll hear this, and if you do I'm not sure how I'd know, but you should know we're working on the situation. Some of us rather stunningly stupidly. At this point, I'm not sure who is planning what, but if you can try to be ready. Even an idiot might give you an opportunity if you can take advantage of it...
I know some of us are going to be trying to establish lines of communication. If this works and you hear it, I'll try to keep you in the loop.
[It's not much, but it's a start. If it works.]
Otherwise I'll just be talking to myself.
Praying to the devil seems like another sin to add to her list, really.
Still she does try it, because she remembers her conversation with Lucifer when they talked about her going undercover and if there's any way to get a message to him that won't be intercepted somehow, this is as good a chance as any.]
I'm not sure if you'll hear this, and if you do I'm not sure how I'd know, but you should know we're working on the situation. Some of us rather stunningly stupidly. At this point, I'm not sure who is planning what, but if you can try to be ready. Even an idiot might give you an opportunity if you can take advantage of it...
I know some of us are going to be trying to establish lines of communication. If this works and you hear it, I'll try to keep you in the loop.
[It's not much, but it's a start. If it works.]
Otherwise I'll just be talking to myself.
hey, lucifer, i got a situation and i wanted to know if you could check something for me. please?
[Here goes the stupidest thing Leonard Snart's ever done]
Hi. Lucy - can I call you Lucy?
Leonard Snart here. I want to make a deal.
Hi. Lucy - can I call you Lucy?
Leonard Snart here. I want to make a deal.
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