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libby-for-life · 3 months ago

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Can we please have a part 2 of The Sacrifice?! PLEASE!

Of course! Part 2. Lucifer x Adam x Lilith

Read part 1 here.

Adam blinked against the bright red light filtering through an open window, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was engulfed in an oppressive heat that clung to his skin like a heavy blanket, making him acutely aware of his disorientation. As he was lifted and carried into an expansive room, he felt an odd mix of fear and curiosity.

The space felt almost cavernous, with high ceilings adorned with intricate designs that caught the light. Elegant furniture, whose shapes seemed both familiar and foreign, filled the room—a king-sized bed draped in soft fabrics dominated one corner, while delicate curtains hung in billowing swaths around the windows.

In the arms of the woman who carried him, he noticed her striking appearance. She had long, flowing blonde hair that cascaded down her back, contrasting sharply with her pale, almost ethereal skin. Two magnificent curling horns, reminiscent of an otherworldly creature, adorned her head, giving her an imposing yet graceful presence. Adam's mind raced as he tried to piece together who she was and what had brought him to this strange place.

As they strolled ahead, a man walked alongside them, his stature notably smaller but his presence equally captivating. His hair, styled in a striking blonde, caught the ambient light, enhancing the vibrant hues that surrounded them. Piercing red eyes glimmered with mischief, while his alabaster skin radiated a porcelain-like brilliance, almost ethereal in the fading crimson glow.

He turned his head to Adam, flashing a confident grin that revealed sharp, glistening teeth, hinting at a playful yet predatory demeanor. The man was dressed in a striking red button-up shirt, intricately tailored, with the top few buttons undone, allowing a glimpse of his smooth chest beneath. His ensemble was completed with tailored black slacks that hugged his frame snugly and polished black shoes that executed a soft thud against the floor. On one hand, he carried a cane, not merely a support but an accessory that added an air of sophistication and intrigue to his appearance, making him a captivating figure in the bedroom.

As he was gently lowered onto the plush comfort of the bed, Adam's senses were overwhelmed by the softness of the fabric beneath him. The room itself felt almost dreamlike, filled with an ethereal light that seemed to dance from the window. Just then, he heard the smooth, melodic voice of a man say, "My, isn't he adorable?"

Turning his gaze, Adam studied the man and woman standing a few feet away, their expressions wide with amusement. A teasing smirk danced across their lips, and Adam's heart raced as he realized that these were no ordinary people. With their luminous presence and otherworldly aura, it soon dawned on him �� they were the divine beings his people worshiped. The Morningstar, resplendent with an aura of power and grace, and The Lily, whose beauty radiated an enchanting warmth and danger.

Heat flushed through Adam's cheeks in embarrassment as the truth settled in. Without thinking, he instinctively slipped from the bed, dropping to his knees in a deep bow, his forehead nearly touching the floor. The laughter of the two deities filled the air, predatory and musical, echoing around the room. “You're right,” said The Lily with a twinkle in her eye, “he is adorable!” The sentiment wrapped around Adam like a comforting blanket, mixing awe with a sense of belonging in the presence of such revered figures.

Something sinuous and powerful coiled around Adam's waist, lifting him effortlessly off the ground until he found himself suspended in mid-air, face-to-face with his deities. A rush of air escaped his lungs—a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding—when a clawed hand, warm and firm, grasped his chin and tilted his head to the side for a closer inspection. It was then that he noticed the peculiar, scaled tail that had ensnared him, its grip both secure and strangely gentle. The male god, with a playful glint in his eye, studied Adam’s features, a sly smirk dancing on his lips. “He’s got such a cute face,” he remarked, the words lingering in the air, both a compliment and something Adam couldn't name. "I can't wait to use him."

"He'll have to be trained first, dear. You saw what those...filth were doing to him." The goddess said as she also began to inspect Adam. "For all we know, he's feral." Adam didn't quite understand what these two were talking about but he did know that he had been taught to listen to anyone of authority.

"At least he smells good," The Morningstar said with a smirk, leaning in to breathe in the scent clinging to Adam’s neck. The warmth of the god's breath sent a gentle shiver down Adam's spine, an unexpected yet oddly comforting sensation. He was accustomed to people crossing boundaries at this point, their boldness often leaving him unsettled when he was younger but eventually grew out of it, but this moment felt different. Instead of recoiling, he didn't struggle, allowing the god to draw closer, intrigued by the curious blend of confidence and familiarity in the air.

The rich aroma that enveloped him was likely a result of the luxurious oil he had chosen for his bath—an opulent blend of sandalwood and jasmine that lingered on his skin like a gentle embrace. As The Morningstar inhaled deeply, Adam could almost see the fleeting thoughts and emotions dancing behind his piercing red gaze, caught between mischief and a predatory glimmer. In that brief exchange, the world around them faded, and all that remained was the intoxicating connection sparked by the simplest of gestures.

"Then, if you would be so kind, allow me to scent him too," The Lily said, her voice laced with a curious allure. She leaned in closer, tilting Adam's head slightly to the side as she inhaled deeply at the nape of his neck. Adam caught off guard, let out a small sound—a mix of surprise and embarrassment—but remained otherwise still, his heart racing under her attention.

As The Lily took in his scent, her expression shifted to one of delight. "Ah, you were entirely right, my dear," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with appreciation. "He has an absolutely lovely fragrance of his own, though I must admit, the overpowering stench of that oil is blending in too much with his natural scent."

Natural scent? Adam found himself momentarily puzzled. Weren’t they supposed to be focusing on the expensive oil his people had bought for him to use? He could only listen in silence as the two continued their discussion, weighing the merits of trying to remove the oil to reveal what lay beneath.

"He needs a bath. And then some fitting garments. These rags aren’t worthy to stand between us," remarked the Morningstar, his fingers delicately tracing the cotton edges of Adam's robe. The air was thick with expectation, and the atmosphere felt charged with the unspoken power of the being before him.

Now, one might expect that a typical person would bristle at such a blatant insult regarding their attire. However, Adam was not raised in a typical environment. From a young age, he had internalized a profound belief that whatever was said to him held absolute truth, beaten into him by the cult that raised him though Adam saw them as family. If his garments were deemed unworthy by those he considered divine, he would feel compelled to make amends, no matter the cost.

Adam opened his mouth, ready to respond, but the words caught in his throat. He had never been instructed in the art of expression or self-advocacy. Silence enveloped him, a shroud woven from the threads of confusion and inadequacy. He stood there, an outsider in his own life, grappling with the weight of the god and goddess's judgment, as the echoes of his thoughts faded into the background. He wasn't fit to speak to them.

"Well, at least he's behaving," The Lily remarked, her voice soft as she gently cupped Adam's cheek in her delicate hand. The coolness of her touch contrasted sharply with the warmth radiating from his skin, stirring a longing within him that he struggled to suppress. It had been agonizingly long since someone had shown him such tenderness. "Should we fetch a servant to clean him up? It would be nice to have him look presentable for dinner," she continued, her eyes glimmering with a mixture of amusement and predatory glee.

"That's a splendid idea," The Morningstar chimed in, a smirk playing on his lips as he idly ran his fingers through Adam's unruly hair, gathering it in soft strands. His touch was both soothing and disarming, and Adam fought against the urge to lean into that caress as well. "We want him to be perfect for tonight," he added, his tone infused with a low but sincere intensity. The air hung thick with anticipation, each moment promising a transformation not just of Adam's appearance, but of his very place at the table.

"No time like the present. Let's clean you up." Adam was taken into a large bathroom where two...red-horned beasts were drawing a bath. Adam was placed down and when he was told to strip by his deities, he didn't hesitate. He was their sacrifice. They could do whatever they wanted. He was well aware that he was being eyed up and down as he was led into the bath.

"We must be off, but ensure he's properly dressed," the Morningstar instructed with an air of authority before striding away with The Lily. The two attendants exchanged wary glances as they turned their attention to Adam, who stood awaiting their care. They approached him with a sense of urgency and trepidation, understanding the gravity of their task.

As they began their work, they gently scrubbed Adam from head to toe with a fragrant soap that emitted a sweet, floral aroma, filling the air with the scent of blooming gardens. Their strokes were meticulous, a testament to their desire to treat him with care amidst the tension hanging in the air.

“Be careful with him,” one of the attendants warned their voice a low whisper tinged with anxiety. “If he returns with so much as a bruise, we’ll be the ones to suffer. You know what they’ll do to us.” The horned creatures trembled at the thought, their gazes drifting apprehensively toward Adam, who went along with what they wanted.

He was brought out of the tub and dried off of any excess water before they guided a naked sacrifice back into the bedroom. There on the bed was a silk garment that would be on his body and the servants had to help him into it. Adam was glad because he was sure that he might ruin such a fine piece of clothing. He didn't deserve something like this.

Adam stood before the mirror, captivated by the way the garment draped luxuriously over him, shimmering with every subtle movement like a cascading waterfall. The fabric hugged his silhouette just right, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he savored the delicate sensation of the material against his sun-kissed skin.

Behind him, two servants bustled about, their voices a blend of hushed urgency. One of them glanced at Adam's tousled hair and inquired, “Alright, what do we do with his hair? Should we cut it or style it?” The other servant shrugged, a look of mild indecision on his face, before responding, “Let’s keep it simple. Wouldn’t want to keep the King and Queen waiting.”

With that, Adam felt himself gently yet firmly guided into a plush chair, the coolness of the seat contrasting with the warmth of the garment. The servants positioned themselves around him, readying their tools and adjusting their aprons, clearly eager to transform his appearance quickly while ensuring everything was just right for the royal audience.

When the servants finally finished styling Adam's hair, a palpable tension filled the room. One of them, a male-horned beast with a hesitant look in his eyes, approached Adam, clutching an item that seemed completely out of place in the otherwise ordinary setting. "I know this is going to feel awkward," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "but I need you to wear this."

He revealed an exquisite collar crafted from supple leather, its sleek surface glinting under the soft light. The collar was adorned with a small, intricately engraved piece of gold metal that dangled delicately, catching the light with every subtle movement. Adam's heart thudded as recognition washed over him; he instantly understood the significance of the collar. It was not just an accessory—it was a symbol of servitude, a mark of possession. It was also commonly used on dogs.

The servants shared uneasy glances, their discomfort palpable, but Adam stood firm. Despite the weight of their gazes and the implications of the collar, he accepted it without hesitation. He reminded himself that if this was what his deities desired, who was he to question or resist their will? As he felt the cool leather against his skin, he couldn't help but feel how soft it was.

"Alright, the King and Queen are waiting."

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dualdeixis · 10 months ago

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[Image description: Digital drawings of two original characters in black and white. The Ferrier wears a black, wide-brimmed hat; a shirt with puffy sleeves and an embroidered collar, cuffs, and hem; a vest with geometric patterns; a black, sleeveless overcoat with two lighter stripes near the hem; loose pants; and black sandals. They appear to have short, messy black hair, and their hat casts a shadow over their eyes.

The Sacrifice's clothes are almost entirely white and intricately embroidered. They wear a loose, long-sleeved shirt; a cropped and wide-collared vest which is buttoned together; dimije (voluminous pants which are gathered at the ankle); a cap with coins sewn into the sides; a very long veil which ends in tassels and is pinned to the cap; a necklace of coins; a belt of large metallic roundels; and black shoes. They have long, curly black hair and several moles on their face.

In the first drawing, the Ferrier stands while wringing their hands with an extremely flat expression. The Sacrifice stands behind them and carries a bag, looking off to the side with a small smile.

Next is a comic featuring the two of them, with all of the speech bubbles being cut out from Discord screenshots. There are full descriptions of all of the pages under the cut. End image description.]

first drawing based on this painting of a peasant and nun going to the market by amedeo preziosi; comic based on a convo between me and @wildcatfourteen that reads uncannily like our ocs LOL. happy birthday my friend <33

[Image description: Page one. The Ferrier has a small smirk as they point to an image which reads, "some of y'all would melt down in this situation. ONE HAS GOT TO GO: THE EYE, THE FORMLESS, THE ECSTATIC, THE SUN, THE WOUND, THE EGG." The Sacrifice replies with a carefree smile, "how can you choose ?? are they not all as g_d ordained ??" The next panel shows that the two are sitting on opposite sides of a rowboat, which is stopped at the bank of a river going through a forest. The Sacrifice says, "i mean i guess if youre talking like which motifs i personally like to use in my hymns … i dont do much with the egg so that one" The Ferrier frowns and says, "I don't know if I can forgive u for saying that. Egg… U GET RID OF EGG?" The Sacrifice: "WHICH ONE WOULD U GET RID OF??" The Ferrier: "The ecstatic"

Page two. The Sacrifice stares in astonished silence for a moment, and then says with a cartoony vein popping from their cheek, "I think ur saying that on purpose to piss me off. to get back at me for saying ehg. Why do u hold such hate in your heart" The Ferrier closes their eyes and says nonchalantly, "I'm sorry it's not out of hate." They look off to the side and mutter, "Except u started this with ur egg slander" The Sacrifice glares at them with dismay and says, "THE HATE IN YOUR HEART IS OVERTAKING YOU" The Ferrier glares back, smiling through gritted teeth, and replies, "LOOK IN THR MIRROR"

Page three. The Ferrier pinches the bridge of their nose and says, "I can't believe this is what's causing an argument" The Sacrifice puts their hands on their hips and snaps, "I WASNT EVEN SLANDERING EGGS? IM JUST SAYING PERSONALLY IF YOU FORCED ME? I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST EGGS I EAT THEM ALL THE TIME" The Ferrier: "ITS NOT ABOUT EATINF THEM EVEN THO THEY ARE DELICIOUS AND VERSATILE." They roll their eyes and add, "Sorry for wanting to shatter my shell and be birthed anew" The Sacrifice clasps their hands together with a smile, their eyes hidden by their speech bubble, and says, "see thats the thing for me there is no rebirth only resurrection . its not dying and being birthed anew its about dying and then undying . coming back from death with none of the catharsis of newness just being forced to hold on to the old and what you once were ." The Ferrier pulls their hat down over their eyes and argues, "You say that and yet that is the whole point there is never any real birth of newness but just the illusion of it and the necessity to keep that illusion bc there is no coming back anew but taking whatever dead pieces u have and reconstructing some choppy form of a fresh creature"

Page four. The two sit in silence for a moment. Then the Ferrier says matter-of-factly, "Just like how ecstatic state is fake" The Sacrifice glares at them and says, "how DARE you say ecstatic state is fake ." The background turns black as the Ferrier's eyes go wide, gazing dramatically down at the viewer. They thunder, "ITS TEMPORARY" The Sacrifice, also on a black background, holds their palms up with an ecstatic grin. One of their eyes is teary and a bright halo flashes around their head. They answer, "AS ARE ALL THINGS."

Page five. The Ferrier, looking irritated with a cartoony vein popping from their temple, says, "fine. Fine whatever." They turn away with gritted teeth. "I'm gonna go in my egg shell and not come out EVER !!!!" The Sacrifice smiles with a thumbs up and says, "ok you do that im gonna be out here achieving union with the Beloved 👍" The Ferrier turns as far away from the Sacrifice as they can and crosses their arms. "U go do that. Hmph!" The Sacrifice does the same. "HMPH -_-" A school of black fish swims through the river. A line at the bottom of the panel reads, "THEY STAYED LIKE THIS FOR THE NEXT 24 HOURS." End image description.]

#other #the sacrifice and the ferrier #the sacrifice #the ferrier #drawings #designs very much subject to change this is like a first pass ... but also no designs for them are actually canon dont worry abt it

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