It is your title to protect the king, but I am fond of being your shield.
I am waiting for you. This is important enough to make me put off fun, for a short time.
There are so many reasons Lucifer was happy right now. He didn't want to think too much about things going right. Even the seraphim was superstitious about the idea of things going to hell when you got too excited about them going right. However, it was much more than the pleasant exhaustion from the night before that left him lazily laying in the bed waiting for Balthazar to make his way to the bedroom. He's stretched out and feeling like a cat unwilling to move.
I thought you were going to make it so I couldn't walk?
That's the last text he'll get before Balthazar shows up in the doorway. He hasn't bothered to put any clothes on, to speak of, just slung a loose silk robe around his shoulders, but he's got a little tray with coffee, berries, and chocolates. He sets it on the bedside table and rolls lightly onto the bed overtop of Lucifer, careful not to cramp his wings.
"You're beautiful when you're indolent." Here, have a kiss on the nose.
Lucifer doesn't mind, in fact, the peek of skin as the robe sways with his walk is well worth watching. The coffee is completely forgotten for a chance to slip his hands between the silk and the even more pleasant skin beneath. It takes effort not to fall back into the rhythms of the night before.
"As are you, naked." Either undressed or as a naked angel implying the lack of his vessel, both were true. "But we do need to talk before you distract me with my promises."
"I have a request of you, a duty for a king." Lucifer can't take those little nose kisses. They used to startle him, but now he just grins stupidly with affection. "One that I believe will alleviate your feelings of doing nothing, and my own desire to keep you out of the fighting."
Oh? Oh, well if fondling is more of interest than coffee, who is Balthazar to object. He's not helpful either, most likely, the way his eyes drift closed and the way he sighs deeply with contentment. "Mnn. We'd best curtail the sweet-talk for a moment, then, as much as I like it."
He grins at Lucifer's reaction to his kisses. Balthazar is given to sentimental doses of physical affection, not just lusty or romantic overtures (although, those too). That's probably what gets Lucifer.
"You know I'll do what I can." The request makes him get a little more serious, and in fact there's a little flutter of apprehension or uncertainty in the bottom of his Grace at the topic of conversation. He wants to help. The unknown is intimidating, it all. "What is it?"
Lucifer stops the drifting of his hands under the robe for the time being so they can both focus. The uncertainty he feels shifting in Balthazar solidifies his decision that this is right. His speech is more formal than usual, a natural cadence that comes with slipping into his role as a king.
"Over the past few months I have been getting called to meet with the celestial angels of My heaven. They have wanted to talk." He pauses just to stare at Balthazar, grinning because, in a way, his partner, without any action, had done what Lucifer was trying to for centuries. "Knowing an unfallen angel is among us without losing his grace has started ripples. A handful, at least, are whispering of defecting."
This is a big task to ask of his partner, even if Lucifer knows it is the kind of task that will probably cause him to light up. "If they do, they will not have the fortitude to remain in Chaos, nor will they know how to interact with my kind. Some have never spoken a harsh word nor held a weapon."
"I would not want, nor trust, anyone else to help them find themselves and adjust to freedom among us. It's a task I would entrust you with, if you want it."
Drinking to excess is more the realm of my brother.
God is not very fond of relationships that lack the sole purpose of making babies. I am sure he is horrified that I have put a husband at my side instead of a wife and I relish every moment of his discomfort.
I cannot say if you are or not. Though I am a figure in a religion, I tend to abstain from its annoyance and limitations.
I think I drank too much of Coran's drunks. Drinks. He's a space elf uncle. No, I'm uncle. So Coran's a. Granduncle. I guess. I remember things that never happened to me. And they're more vivid than things I remember of old. Funny.
wait, did you say your brother is responsible for drinking
I remember my life as always. its just that i also remember something else. recent so no past life. that just doesnt quite make sense with my life and i dont REAAAALLLLYYY remember it when im in right sssstattteeeeee of mmmind which im not now i think as typin s difficult
like im pretty sure i couldnt have lost my flesh arm twice. stuff like that. so. some set of memroies
memories
lies
and im pretty sure it must be new set coz
coz old set is what my team remembers 'bout me, too, and what s documented and it's all true stuff at least its true about shiro
unless im not shiro
snd i am, enough to look in the mirror and at my old memries to see so
Lucifer was out of spoons, as the human saying goes. The previous day, and into the night and morning, was nothing but discussions and eventually full blown arguments in council. The discussion about the defecting angels, who would be arriving sometime in the near future, was still causing uproar among the general population of the fallen. When they had started questioning Lucifer's mate things had boiled over and they had come to blows on the steps before his throne. The accusations of being a traitor were too much questioning of his authority and kingship. He tore into them and put them in their place.
After all the commotion, too many decisions that were stressfully important had taken up the last near 48 hours. He couldn't make anymore choices. He had no mind for it. He had returned to the villa and all but ripped off the official clothing of his kingship. Despite everything, or maybe because of it, the androgynous aspects of his person were where he was finding comfort. It left him male bodied and in a semi-feminine tunic that came to the knees. Light fabric that was nearly sheer as his mind felt at this point.
He headed out into the garden where he sat against the willow tree, feet dangling in the cool pond. There were things to do here in the Nexus too, but right now he had no mind for them, no mind for any choices.
Arguments within the council make Balthazar twitchy and restless. It's all a very long way out of his comfort zone, this kind of democratic institution amongst angels, and he's not adjusting quite as well as he'd hoped. Oh, he loves the idea of it, admires how well it works, and respects the Court, it's just that in the face of debate his hackles go up and he has to clamp down on some of his impulses.
He's not really Fallen, is the thing. He's capable of free thought and disobedience and rebellion, but there's an instinct that still shouts in the back of his celestial brain and demands he obey his superiors, and enforce their will upon those over whom he has authority. And he's landed in a position of extreme authority in this hierarchy. He assumes if he demanded something stupid or overreaching he'd be told off, but his voice carries more weight than he's used to. He's the Other King.
At least he has been able to focus his instincts on defense of Lucifer and his children, not that they need his defense. But when he does bristle visibly it's entirely because of disrespect or perceived threat to them. As for himself, he's pretty sanguine about any accusations of him being an outsider or a traitor. They're bound to think that, after what they've been through, and time will be the best thing to prove otherwise. He just has to make sure Lucifer doesn't pay the price in the interim.
Fortunately, he didn't witness the entirety of the recent meeting firsthand. Anything conducted in Chaos itself is still out of range for him. They don't want to put Levi at risk by going there. Still, he's heard enough after the fact that he's ruffled, and he's looking for Lucifer the moment he senses his return.
Levi had been out earlier, experimenting with sidewalk chalk thanks to Phenex's example the week before, and when the angel appears in the garden (in Levi's body), his trousers are dusted with chalk in a blur of jeweltone green and red and gold. He's washed his hands, but there's a scarlet smudge on his temple he didn't quite remove. For a moment, his expression is surprisingly stern as he looks Lucifer over for injury. He sees no wounds, but what he does see--exhaustion--isn't exactly ideal, either.
He sits next to him on the bank of the pond and puts an arm around his shoulders gently, tugging him close. "Tough day at the office, was it, love?"
Lucifer had come here to hide from everyone and recharge. The desire was strong enough that the presence of someone else in the garden irritated him and he didn't even bother to reach out and find out who it was. He's too exhausted to care.
Or so he thought until he saw Balthazar appear covered in chalk? Make up? He couldn't be sure what it was or even which of the two were responsible for the slight mess. Either way it brings an uncontrollable smile despite any amount of exhaustion or desire to be alone.
He submits easily to being inspected for injuries, physically or a work over of his grace. Balthazar's concern for him, while unneeded was accepted and even appreciated. Lucifer reaches up and wipes away the red smudge on his temple with a near motherly quality, like he's a mother tending to a child with a smudge of dirt.
Lucifer is weary and melts into the tugging. He'd probably lay in the other angel's lap or be compliant to however he positioned him provided it was reasonably comfortable. He buries himself into Balthazar as much as he can with as little movement as possible.
"There was..." fight seemed too modest and brawl too uncontrolled. "... a lot of disagreement. I lost my temper on them." He's not ashamed that he lost his temper, simply conveying why he's so mentally drained. Lucifer was slow to anger despite reputation. It was more akin to prodding a sleeping bear, one that when poked enough to wake had gasoline and matches. "You and Levi have been relaxing today?"
Lucifer knew that they both indulged in the arts for various reasons, whomever had been in charge of the body.
Lucifer's maternal qualities never fail to throw Balthazar for a loop. Angels as he's known them can be paternal, but motherly? Not so much. Even Anna, the warmest angel he ever knew, was nothing like a mother figure. He can't help but savor it a little, tilting his head into the touch as Lucifer smooths the red pastel away. He smiles, closing his eyes briefly, but then he's just as happy to take over guiding the physical affection.
He lets him lean for a moment, listening to his explanation and nodding his understanding. "That sounds exhausting." Wrath is not really Balthazar's sin of choice; he's more of a greed/lust/envy kind of person. Still, he knows what it's like to enact the wrath of the Host on the world, and it's awful. How much worse must it be to be the source?
He slides his arm underneath the backs of Lucifer's knees and pulls him up, setting him directly in his lap and fanning his wings up and around them. It would be a shelter from the sun, except there's a brightness to Balthazar's wings themselves, so what it really does is shifts the quality of the light from green and yellow to amber and fawn. "Mostly I was along for the ride, letting Levi play. He was fascinated by Phenex's work in the Plaza. He used to do murals, you know, just paid advertisements. They weren't his favorite things to work on, but I think he's starting to reevaluate the opportunities. A huge canvas is hard to say no to."
Lucifer was created, in some ways, to be feminine and a caretaker. Creation was an act of nurturing and care. It was always there but for a long time the king had been in the forefront. It's nice to have a space where some of his other parts can see the light of day.
"You have no idea." Lucifer sighs to dispel some of the mental exhaustion.
Lucifer doesn't resist being moved but does bury his face in Balthazar's chest. This was perfect, especially once he was surrounded by wings and wrapping his arms around his lover. "It is good to hear that Levi has the opportunity to grow."
He truly is amazed to see how much angel and human have grown. It leaves him smiling and gently stroking Balthazar's feathers.
However just as Tony opens there's a rustle of feathers and the smell of sulfur as Lucifer appears straddling Tony's lap in not a stitch of clothing. He puts his hand over the phone tugging at it gently]
Tony nearly threw his phone onto the floor when he felt Lucifer materialise in his lap almost, completely naked. He jumped and cried out startled. The devil and his flying was something Tony needed to get used to.
"Jesus Christ!--you nearly gave me a heart attack. Your flying---thing."
His heart was now hammering in his chest until he licked his lips and felt Lucifer's weight press against his hard cock. He was also naked. Yeah. That part got Tony raising both eyebrows and he felt a surge of arousal shoot straight down to his loins, as his hand came up to slide against Lucifer's chest.
Tony would never tire of feeling the devil this close to his body. Naked or otherwise.
"Oh, no, I am much better than Jesus Christ." Lucifer purrs. "I could revive you if you had one."
Lucifer ran his hand up Tony's chest, fingers tracing the lighted section of the arc reactor. Grinning his eyes shifted to slot pupils though they remained thier sky blue, perhaps even brighter now, and when his tongue comes out to lick his lips it's rainbow colored, iridescent and forked.
"It feels like I do not need this video you insisted on to get to you." Lucifer relaxes his entire weight down into Tony's lap, shifting subtlely.
I thought the Devil and Lucifer are the same person.
Horns, fire and attitute.
[This is what Viktor thinks.]
Keeper of sins? More like keeper of bullshit. You too pussy to show me your cock then? This isn't kinky. I'm just telling you about my ink veins on my tattoo cock.
Lucifer, the Devil, and Satan are three different angels. It is a common, human misconception.
Fire and attitude perhaps, but I do not have horns.
You are the one who is full of bullshit. It is a dreadfully common problem with humans who think they are punk and devil horns. I would hate to embarrass you by making you piss yourself.
Lucifer is absolutely done. He's in no mood for know it all rockstars today, despite his history of getting along with them famously over time. Only a few seconds after the last text comes in Viktor with find that the room starts smelling of sulfur and brimstone.
A bright flash of fire and the first thing to step out is a huge black animal that looks like the cross between a hyena and a wolf with glowing bright blue eyes and blue glowing runes down its side. Lucifer follows soon in his sleek black suit. His four white wings partially open with flames licking through the feathers.
"You will find moltov cocktails have no effect on me." He tells the little brat that has been harassing him. His voice coldly calm. "Perhaps you wish to repeat that last text to me verbally?"
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Date: 2020-04-18 06:37 pm (UTC)It is your title to protect the king, but I am fond of being your shield.
I am waiting for you. This is important enough to make me put off fun, for a short time.
There are so many reasons Lucifer was happy right now. He didn't want to think too much about things going right. Even the seraphim was superstitious about the idea of things going to hell when you got too excited about them going right. However, it was much more than the pleasant exhaustion from the night before that left him lazily laying in the bed waiting for Balthazar to make his way to the bedroom. He's stretched out and feeling like a cat unwilling to move.
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Date: 2020-04-18 07:15 pm (UTC)That's the last text he'll get before Balthazar shows up in the doorway. He hasn't bothered to put any clothes on, to speak of, just slung a loose silk robe around his shoulders, but he's got a little tray with coffee, berries, and chocolates. He sets it on the bedside table and rolls lightly onto the bed overtop of Lucifer, careful not to cramp his wings.
"You're beautiful when you're indolent." Here, have a kiss on the nose.
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Date: 2020-04-18 07:32 pm (UTC)"As are you, naked." Either undressed or as a naked angel implying the lack of his vessel, both were true. "But we do need to talk before you distract me with my promises."
"I have a request of you, a duty for a king." Lucifer can't take those little nose kisses. They used to startle him, but now he just grins stupidly with affection. "One that I believe will alleviate your feelings of doing nothing, and my own desire to keep you out of the fighting."
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Date: 2020-04-18 10:04 pm (UTC)He grins at Lucifer's reaction to his kisses. Balthazar is given to sentimental doses of physical affection, not just lusty or romantic overtures (although, those too). That's probably what gets Lucifer.
"You know I'll do what I can." The request makes him get a little more serious, and in fact there's a little flutter of apprehension or uncertainty in the bottom of his Grace at the topic of conversation. He wants to help. The unknown is intimidating, it all. "What is it?"
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Date: 2020-04-18 10:25 pm (UTC)"Over the past few months I have been getting called to meet with the celestial angels of My heaven. They have wanted to talk." He pauses just to stare at Balthazar, grinning because, in a way, his partner, without any action, had done what Lucifer was trying to for centuries. "Knowing an unfallen angel is among us without losing his grace has started ripples. A handful, at least, are whispering of defecting."
This is a big task to ask of his partner, even if Lucifer knows it is the kind of task that will probably cause him to light up. "If they do, they will not have the fortitude to remain in Chaos, nor will they know how to interact with my kind. Some have never spoken a harsh word nor held a weapon."
"I would not want, nor trust, anyone else to help them find themselves and adjust to freedom among us. It's a task I would entrust you with, if you want it."
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Date: 2020-05-10 02:11 pm (UTC)Drinking to excess is more the realm of my brother.
God is not very fond of relationships that lack the sole purpose of making babies. I am sure he is horrified that I have put a husband at my side instead of a wife and I relish every moment of his discomfort.
I cannot say if you are or not. Though I am a figure in a religion, I tend to abstain from its annoyance and limitations.
he says, as he barely can, he's drunk.
Date: 2020-05-11 07:56 am (UTC)I think I drank too much of Coran's drunks. Drinks. He's a space elf uncle. No, I'm uncle. So Coran's a. Granduncle. I guess. I remember things that never happened to me. And they're more vivid than things I remember of old. Funny.
Anyway. Good talk, see you later.
[but he's not adverse to continuing]
Lucifer is used to understanding drunk angels. This is old hat, XD
Date: 2020-05-14 05:56 pm (UTC):D
Date: 2020-05-15 03:07 pm (UTC)no
I remember my life, as I always did
wait, did you say your brother is responsible for drinking
I remember my life as always. its just that i also remember something else. recent so no past life. that just doesnt quite make sense with my life and i dont REAAAALLLLYYY remember it when im in right sssstattteeeeee of mmmind which im not now i think as typin s difficult
like im pretty sure i couldnt have lost my flesh arm twice. stuff like that. so. some set of memroies
memories
lies
and im pretty sure it must be new set coz
coz old set is what my team remembers 'bout me, too, and what s documented and it's all true stuff at least its true about shiro
unless im not shiro
snd i am, enough to look in the mirror and at my old memries to see so
see?? drunk memories must be rong.
wrong. Just hallucinations.
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Date: 2020-05-28 01:19 pm (UTC)Are you saying you see a second life when you are drunk or high?
Have you been brainwashed or something?
[Look, Lucifer is suspicious of being messed with, he's suspicious of everything.]
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Date: 2020-06-08 06:17 pm (UTC)Lucifer was out of spoons, as the human saying goes. The previous day, and into the night and morning, was nothing but discussions and eventually full blown arguments in council. The discussion about the defecting angels, who would be arriving sometime in the near future, was still causing uproar among the general population of the fallen. When they had started questioning Lucifer's mate things had boiled over and they had come to blows on the steps before his throne. The accusations of being a traitor were too much questioning of his authority and kingship. He tore into them and put them in their place.
After all the commotion, too many decisions that were stressfully important had taken up the last near 48 hours. He couldn't make anymore choices. He had no mind for it. He had returned to the villa and all but ripped off the official clothing of his kingship. Despite everything, or maybe because of it, the androgynous aspects of his person were where he was finding comfort. It left him male bodied and in a semi-feminine tunic that came to the knees. Light fabric that was nearly sheer as his mind felt at this point.
He headed out into the garden where he sat against the willow tree, feet dangling in the cool pond. There were things to do here in the Nexus too, but right now he had no mind for them, no mind for any choices.
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Date: 2020-06-08 09:10 pm (UTC)He's not really Fallen, is the thing. He's capable of free thought and disobedience and rebellion, but there's an instinct that still shouts in the back of his celestial brain and demands he obey his superiors, and enforce their will upon those over whom he has authority. And he's landed in a position of extreme authority in this hierarchy. He assumes if he demanded something stupid or overreaching he'd be told off, but his voice carries more weight than he's used to. He's the Other King.
At least he has been able to focus his instincts on defense of Lucifer and his children, not that they need his defense. But when he does bristle visibly it's entirely because of disrespect or perceived threat to them. As for himself, he's pretty sanguine about any accusations of him being an outsider or a traitor. They're bound to think that, after what they've been through, and time will be the best thing to prove otherwise. He just has to make sure Lucifer doesn't pay the price in the interim.
Fortunately, he didn't witness the entirety of the recent meeting firsthand. Anything conducted in Chaos itself is still out of range for him. They don't want to put Levi at risk by going there. Still, he's heard enough after the fact that he's ruffled, and he's looking for Lucifer the moment he senses his return.
Levi had been out earlier, experimenting with sidewalk chalk thanks to Phenex's example the week before, and when the angel appears in the garden (in Levi's body), his trousers are dusted with chalk in a blur of jeweltone green and red and gold. He's washed his hands, but there's a scarlet smudge on his temple he didn't quite remove. For a moment, his expression is surprisingly stern as he looks Lucifer over for injury. He sees no wounds, but what he does see--exhaustion--isn't exactly ideal, either.
He sits next to him on the bank of the pond and puts an arm around his shoulders gently, tugging him close. "Tough day at the office, was it, love?"
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Date: 2020-06-08 09:28 pm (UTC)Or so he thought until he saw Balthazar appear covered in chalk? Make up? He couldn't be sure what it was or even which of the two were responsible for the slight mess. Either way it brings an uncontrollable smile despite any amount of exhaustion or desire to be alone.
He submits easily to being inspected for injuries, physically or a work over of his grace. Balthazar's concern for him, while unneeded was accepted and even appreciated. Lucifer reaches up and wipes away the red smudge on his temple with a near motherly quality, like he's a mother tending to a child with a smudge of dirt.
Lucifer is weary and melts into the tugging. He'd probably lay in the other angel's lap or be compliant to however he positioned him provided it was reasonably comfortable. He buries himself into Balthazar as much as he can with as little movement as possible.
"There was..." fight seemed too modest and brawl too uncontrolled. "... a lot of disagreement. I lost my temper on them." He's not ashamed that he lost his temper, simply conveying why he's so mentally drained. Lucifer was slow to anger despite reputation. It was more akin to prodding a sleeping bear, one that when poked enough to wake had gasoline and matches. "You and Levi have been relaxing today?"
Lucifer knew that they both indulged in the arts for various reasons, whomever had been in charge of the body.
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Date: 2020-06-15 02:57 am (UTC)He lets him lean for a moment, listening to his explanation and nodding his understanding. "That sounds exhausting." Wrath is not really Balthazar's sin of choice; he's more of a greed/lust/envy kind of person. Still, he knows what it's like to enact the wrath of the Host on the world, and it's awful. How much worse must it be to be the source?
He slides his arm underneath the backs of Lucifer's knees and pulls him up, setting him directly in his lap and fanning his wings up and around them. It would be a shelter from the sun, except there's a brightness to Balthazar's wings themselves, so what it really does is shifts the quality of the light from green and yellow to amber and fawn. "Mostly I was along for the ride, letting Levi play. He was fascinated by Phenex's work in the Plaza. He used to do murals, you know, just paid advertisements. They weren't his favorite things to work on, but I think he's starting to reevaluate the opportunities. A huge canvas is hard to say no to."
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Date: 2020-06-15 03:40 am (UTC)"You have no idea." Lucifer sighs to dispel some of the mental exhaustion.
Lucifer doesn't resist being moved but does bury his face in Balthazar's chest. This was perfect, especially once he was surrounded by wings and wrapping his arms around his lover. "It is good to hear that Levi has the opportunity to grow."
He truly is amazed to see how much angel and human have grown. It leaves him smiling and gently stroking Balthazar's feathers.
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Date: 2020-12-04 09:29 pm (UTC)For now, yes.
What a shame I am not there right now.
[This one comes with a picture
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Date: 2020-12-04 09:34 pm (UTC)[He really needed that tongue and whatever else Lucifer was offering but it seemed he wanted to play the picture game first.]
I want to run my tongue up that sexy chest of yours.
[Have a picture too.]
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Date: 2020-12-04 09:40 pm (UTC)[He sends another picture
However just as Tony opens there's a rustle of feathers and the smell of sulfur as Lucifer appears straddling Tony's lap in not a stitch of clothing. He puts his hand over the phone tugging at it gently]
I do not think you need your tech anymore.
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Date: 2020-12-04 09:46 pm (UTC)"Jesus Christ!--you nearly gave me a heart attack. Your flying---thing."
His heart was now hammering in his chest until he licked his lips and felt Lucifer's weight press against his hard cock. He was also naked. Yeah. That part got Tony raising both eyebrows and he felt a surge of arousal shoot straight down to his loins, as his hand came up to slide against Lucifer's chest.
Tony would never tire of feeling the devil this close to his body. Naked or otherwise.
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Date: 2020-12-04 09:54 pm (UTC)Lucifer ran his hand up Tony's chest, fingers tracing the lighted section of the arc reactor. Grinning his eyes shifted to slot pupils though they remained thier sky blue, perhaps even brighter now, and when his tongue comes out to lick his lips it's rainbow colored, iridescent and forked.
"It feels like I do not need this video you insisted on to get to you." Lucifer relaxes his entire weight down into Tony's lap, shifting subtlely.
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Date: 2021-03-21 01:42 pm (UTC)Devil is a title of my brother.
I doubt it is as realistic as it could be considering you have never seen my cock.
I am the keeper of sins but I have no interest in being kinky with you over the phone.
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Date: 2021-03-21 02:59 pm (UTC)I thought the Devil and Lucifer are the same person.
Horns, fire and attitute.
[This is what Viktor thinks.]
Keeper of sins? More like keeper of bullshit. You too pussy to show me your cock then? This isn't kinky. I'm just telling you about my ink veins on my tattoo cock.
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Date: 2021-03-21 03:06 pm (UTC)Fire and attitude perhaps, but I do not have horns.
You are the one who is full of bullshit. It is a dreadfully common problem with humans who think they are punk and devil horns. I would hate to embarrass you by making you piss yourself.
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Date: 2021-03-21 03:09 pm (UTC)Oh yeah?
Do you know the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny too? What about Santa Claus?
[Viktor took a drag on his cigarette which may have some weed in it also. He didn't care.]
Fuck you, dude. You'll be the one to piss yourself when I light your ass up with a home-made molotov. Bite me, grandad.
[Oh dear.]
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Date: 2021-03-21 03:20 pm (UTC)A bright flash of fire and the first thing to step out is a huge black animal that looks like the cross between a hyena and a wolf with glowing bright blue eyes and blue glowing runes down its side. Lucifer follows soon in his sleek black suit. His four white wings partially open with flames licking through the feathers.
"You will find moltov cocktails have no effect on me." He tells the little brat that has been harassing him. His voice coldly calm. "Perhaps you wish to repeat that last text to me verbally?"
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