#⟢ LILITH MORNINGSTAR ❮ VISAGE ❯

[firstfcllen]

Changes to the blog:

url: sinnerswinners -> firstfcllen ( won the poll awhile ago )

multimuse -> single muse: shifting to just playing lucifer ( i've lacked the energy to due a full multi muse for awhile unfortunately all the other babies will be leaving the blog. may still rp others in private we shall see! )

[gctchell]

All of the Morningstar portraits.

mutuals can reblog!

source 1 & 2 & 3.

[hellsmusing]

@voodoodaaddy @themosthatedbeingg

? what the hell, sure

[wendigonamecaller]

Deadly Kiss.

Desc: Asher wasn't a bad person. She was quiet, well behaved, and had a gentle beauty about her that naturally made people flock to her. Asher was a good person, until she was given a reason not to be. 2002, she's only 22, never willingly been intimate with anyone, when police stumble upon her body in the Tennessee senator's home, a single gunshot wound to her head and a gun in her corpses grasp. She wakes up in hell, with a new appearance and powers, which present her with new opportunities, until she meets Angel Dust and becomes mixed up in Charlie Morningstar's hotel, unevitably becoming mixed up with Alastor.

Taglist! @sparrowrye

Pt 1. A Don't Deal.

In which Asher prepares to sign away her life, but Angel Dust makes her rethink.

Asher sighed as she found herself outside of the main head courters of the three Vee's, her short black tail twitched in annoyance that she'd come to this point.

"Daddy issues one oh one, I guess." She growled.

She pushed open the door, stepping inside only to be greeted by regular sights of Hell, smoking, drugs, sex, and oddly enough a wolfish demon with a knife sticking out of his chest.

Her bracelet buzzed, and she ignored it, knowing she could answer Midnight later. Hopefully.

If all went to literal Hell, Asher would use her soft beauty and sharp mind to get out of the mess, besides it's not like multiple demons hadn't already tried to get her between the sheets. She held beauty that almost rivaled Lilith.

Except, she's pulled to a small room swiftly by someone she'd very recently met. A porn star named Angel Dust.

"Asher, what the fuck are you doing here!?" He exclaimed.

He wore his usual outfit, and it was comical that their legs and feet looked almost identical save for Asher's more deer-like visage.

"I need work, Ang. I can't just sit on my ass in my best friend's apartment for all of fucking eternity." Asher huffs, rolling her eyes.

Angel huffed and brushed Asher's black and white hair out of her face, cupping her cheek next. "Listen doll, not that I wouldn't love to be around you twenty four seven, but this place? Fuck no. Listen, wait for me at your friends place and I'll see if I can pull some strings at the place I'm staying, okay?" Angel asked pleadingly and finally Asher shrugged and nodded.

"Good, now go." Angel said, pushing her out of the small space and towards the door.

They noticed Valentino approaching with a sneer and Asher made quick work of making it look like she was giving Angel something.

That something was her bracelet.

"What do we have here eh?" Valentino asked, teeth bared like almost always.

"Oh- erm, dollface here was jus givin me the gift she made for me." Angel says, making it look like they were really close friends.

Asher played along, allowing her gentle features to morph into a small smile. "It's a friendship bracelet, I make them with my powers." She said, hoping he'd find something better to do.

He seemed to buy it, and even if he didn't he might've had better things to do as he briskly changed the subject.

"Angel, I need you in the studio in no more than ten minutes." He said with a glare before whirling around and heading towards said room.

Both demons sighed before Asher quickly made her exit, knowing Midnight would have her ass for giving away that bracelet.

-♡

Fortunately, when Asher returned to the apartment Midnight was nowhere to be found, so she settled on reading a book while she waited for Angel Dust to show up.

Roughly four hours later there's a knock on the door and Asher checks to see who it is, sighing and opening the door when she sees it's only Angel Dust. 

"Alright doll, pack a few things real quickly and then let's go." He says, striding in and sitting on the beat up couch.

Asher nods before packing a backpack and slipping her boots back on and meeting Angel back in the living area. "Okay, let's go." She says, and locks the door before they head back into the city.

[sanctumpyre]

{🔥} -

Before the fall, before the Earth & Eden, there was the beginning: Heaven. A glorious perfect kingdom crafted by the hand of God, & with there in, he created angels, his 'children', to populate & protect his righteous, divine home. Among his divine children, he created Yahbel, an angel with whom he granted the power to wield the hottest embers of his holy fire; her purpose was to burn. Yahbel was a soldier, quickly finding comradery around fellows of the sword, she saw fit to use her Holy Father's gracious gift of flames & her purpose 'to burn', she choose to ash his enemies. With God's divine gaze & knowledge, & his armies that kept his peace, Heaven remained prefect & righteous for eons upon the cosmos, knowing no sin, & no flaw.

That was, until the Holy Lord announced that he would be making a new creation: Earth & Humanity.

{🔥} -

Everything in Heaven shifted from the moment of such an announcement, though none knew it at the time. How perfection was supped from God's kingdom divine, to be placed in a garden, Eden. In this garden, where the first humans were created, & it was this garden that Yahbel, & all other angels, were tasked with protecting. In which, these angels would fail their duty, as betrayal from within, one of God's own angels, Lucifer, turned his back towards Heaven, & with him, other angels would follow his footsteps. While Lucifer tainted humanity with the apple of Eden, the 7 Virtues & their legions waged war in Heaven, rising up in rebellion. The first war of creation, of the dully devoted & those that wish to only rule themselves. Yahbel was one of countless soldiers who fought on behalf of Heaven, while their commander sot to cast his brother down into the dark pit of evil he created for his betrayal. During this war, Yahbel engaged in a great battle with the Virtue Kindness, who took the monstrous form of a colossal sea serpent, becoming Leviathan in that moment. Yahbel held firm in battle against the sea monster, holding her own until the arrival of the Commander of the Heavenly Host, in where they defeat the fallen virtue, now sin, together, saw to their wounds & rushed to aid others angels still locked in battle.

Heaven was victorious, with the sins, Lucifer & Lilith thrown into the depths of the newly created Hell, never to see the glory of Heaven again. Yet Heaven's glory was never to be the same, knowing now of betrayal, corruption & war, Heaven's once prefect visage with shattered, & trust in one another's fellow angels was cracked. An attempt to repair Heaven's righteousness was made, & to the unknowing eye, one would never know a war took place if they never asked, it looked the same & innocent mortal souls would not, could not, know anything was ever amiss. But the angels knew, they would never forget the horror of having so many of their own turn their backs on God, their friends, their family, their home. Physical damage is repaired with ease, but mental scarring lasts long. In later years, in an attempt to mend the broken trust between angels, the high court of Heaven made a short sighted attempt to arrange marriages between angels, to encourage togetherness & thinking as one once more. Wanting to believe in this ideal of togetherness again, Yahbel submitted herself to be set in an arrangement. Perhaps, by an act of the Holy Lord himself, Yahbel was selected to wed the Commander of the Heavenly Host, the Prince of Heaven: Michael Morningstar.

{🔥} -

Before Eden & the Fall, Yahbel & Michael held a stained relationship. Though nothing ever so serious that they could ever consider each other enemies, they simply held different ideas & came to disagreements. And since the Fall, their relationship has bettered, as Michael mourned the loss of his brother & the Virtues, other angels looked to him with a vile eye, wondering if he would fall next. Knowing now that she was wed him, Yahbel weighted her options & eventually choose to put aside all her doubts, as surely, if Michael was destined to fall, he would have with his dear brother. So she committed herself to the newly given role. Becoming more then merely Michael's wife, Yahbel become his assistant, his aid & caretaker. Putting aside her duties as a soldier to be more wholly devoted to this newly given duty. This sole arrangement appeared a success, while others are left unspoken.

However, while these arrangements bettered individual relations, they did not cure the discontentment & distrust among Heaven as a whole. Yahbel remains rather untrusting towards the Elder Angels, & even some fellow Seraphim, as they show suspicious activity. Heaven is unbalanced & only the righteous may set it back to it's proper state of glory.

[gctchell]

@heavenslie !!!

Beautiful fan comic of biancaroseg77's Heaven In Hiding by toridesori!! Full comic on Fanon 💕

[firstwcman]

verses .

☾ ⛧ ☽ verse ; eden.

This is set during Lilith's time within Eden, from birth to the point of fleeing.

☾ ⛧ ☽ verse ; upon beaches of red.

This is set after Lilith's fleeing of Eden, where she has retreated to the Red Sea and made her home there upon the beaches, exploring the desolate world around her and making her own comforts.

☾ ⛧ ☽ verse ; it's always prettiest after the fall.

This is set after the Fall and spanning out into the older days of Hell.

☾ ⛧ ☽ verse ; from now on; home again.

Lilith has been freed from her imprisonment and allowed to return home, with the reason being vague enough for potential plot purposes. She resides in the Hazbin Hotel on week days and returns home to Morningstar Palace on the weekends for more official business. Wishing to contribute to help Charlie's goal, Lilith has become the Hotel Witch!

☾ ⛧ ☽ verse ; trapped in bondage.

It happened when Charlie was very young, sometime after the Morningstar family had a new portrait done: Silent as a whisper with folk being none the wiser, the Queen was overtaken and subdued by Eve/"Eve", brought to her knees and bound inescapably in chains. She was taken by complete surprise, and that was Eve's advantage against the fellow primordial. Magic bound and silenced without hope of breaking through the seams, Lilith is her prisoner. Where the Queen is, only her captor knows, as no one has had any reason to go looking. Not when Eve/"Eve" is wearing the First Woman's visage nigh perfectly. this verse is gently married to the love potion theory on peggy's blog. "Eve" can be Roo in this scenario, or both in the case of a possessed Eve.

☾ ⛧ ☽ verse ; into wonderland.

There is a domain in Wonderland that lives in perpetual lilac eventide, haunted by an ever present moon hanging just above its great towering castle and rolling flowery fields of purple, and bowing trees of black. Spiders crawl, owls fly, snakes slither, and cats of different shapes and forms pad about here while most every soul in the land finds comfort in dozing in the enormous spider webs threaded about the landscape with dew drops. It's difficult to not fall asleep here in this Queen's realm, who rules with melody and magic. There is always a sound of bubbling in the castle, potions always brewing and large pearls floating about like bubbles! Moonflowers crawl all amongst the walls and yawn while singing lullabies while bat flowers bloom along the ceilings and take flight, and smells that range from pleasant like lavender to pungent & putrid like sulfur waft depending on where it is you roam. It is safe here, but there is an undeniable air of mystery that clings to the grounds crawling in mist. Best to not carry your ill-intent here. Alice is welcome here without fear of losing her head - that's the Red Queen's ordeal. This is the White Queen Lilith.

[magaprima]

I’ve said in another headcanon post that Lilith is made of 3 parts; human, witch and demoness. I’ve talked about how she was created as a human originally, bound in mortal form (and thus is another parallel to Sabrina who also has ties to a mortal side),I’ve talked about how she became a witch before Lucifer found her in the wilderness, but I haven’t actually talked yet about how she got the demoness part, even though I’ve had the headcanon in my mind for a big long while. 

Human was what she was created as, witch is what she actively became (i.e she had agency in it, it was her choice, the result of her own informed actions), but demoness, I personally feel is something that happened to her. 

She wasn’t a demoness when Lucifer found her, she wasn’t one when they were sleeping together and wasn’t one when he started to become cloven footed and horned headed. She was herself, entirely. And becoming a demon doesn’t happen over night, and it’s not a sudden switch on. Yet while not being a demoness herself, Lilith was already ‘mothering’ demons (I’ve talked in another post about how she ‘births’ demons, how it requires something physically from her and something from a ‘father’, and an example we were shown in the show was the Adam Creature where she uses her own rib and the man’s blood to give her ‘child’ life. It was painful and zapped her energy and required two parents but it wasn’t giving birth or conception in the traditional sense of the words), and constantly creating those sorts of creatures, giving her energy to the birth of demons, pairing herself with other fallen angels and hellish creatures in order to create those demons, is going to have an effect on her, that each time she did it, her blood was a little less human, and a little more hellish. 

Which brings us to another factor; living in Hell. All the other residents of Hell have thick hides, horns, they look traditionally demonic (Satan is the only exception (post-prophecy. Pre-prophecy he’s as ugly as the rest) because he is Hell itself, he is Lucifer Morningstar with all the PR beauty and power that comes with it), some more so than others, which I think, potentially is a gauge of age. The longer they’re in the Hell, the more ‘hellish’ looking they become, due to living so long in such close proximity to the Hellfires, which are hotter than anything on earth. Lilith makes her home in Hell, she has to resist the Hellfires too, survive them, and with that comes the evolution/adaption that allows her to live their comfortably.

Her blood has changed, what she is has adapted to her circumstances, mothering demons and living in Hell has had a slow effect on her, making her blood less human, bit by bit, and more demonic, until she was, officially, classed as a demoness,  but not so much that she can no longer be classed as a witch (as Lilith does still call herself that. ‘well, not only a witch’) and no amount can ever erase her origins, her human blood, which is why, I believe she is still able to look human (I think I made a post about what I think the green face is, but just in case I didn’t; my headcanon is that the green face is not a glamour nor is it her true face, it’s simply a face, one she chooses to wear when she has to, her own visual manifestation of what she has become, which reveals more about what she thinks of her demonic side than anything. And I do believe her peeling back the skin was a glamour to make it more gross and terrifying for Hawthorne) even if the face is now that of Mary, rather than her original Garden face. But she did have her original form when we first meet her on the road, we have it confirmed that that is how Lilith still looked even after thousands of years in Hell (because if it was simply a glamour and the green face real, then she could have picked any face, but it was her own, true face instead) until she did the blood spell to change her face and body to look like Mary’s and decided she preferred it.

I think she does have the power of shapeshifting (such as becoming the tarot reader and making herself look like Adam without much of a spell) but that’s an extension of her witch gifts/powers rather than a demonic thing or even a Satanic thing, since all demons and witches seem to have to actively do glamour spells to change if they’re capable of changing their appearance at all. 

It’s possible that up until her time in Greendale, Lilith primarily wore her self-created green face in Hell in order to convince the demons that she was one of them, to ensure they were prone to forget where she originally came from, so they wouldn’t challenge her position and power in relation to Lucifer (as we saw how much they don’t like her in any place of rule) and when she tells Sabrina ‘Well, I grew comfortable wearing her skin’ perhaps it’s more than just liking the face or preferring Mary’s features to her own, or even the association of better things happen while she looked like Mary. Perhaps it’s also a case of she has grown comfortable to being her human looking self, to not having a demon visage at all. 

The fact Faustus calls her demoness, and clearly doesn’t like her, implies he calls her that to insult her and irritate her, also implying that she doesn’t like being called Demoness at all and maybe doesn’t like that reminder of what she now is. She calls herself The Mother of Demons to Hawthorne, but she doesn’t say that she’s a demon herself, in fact she calls herself everything but a demon, and even when she qualifies what she is to Sabrina, she still doesn’t say demon she just says ‘I’m not a witch, well  not only a witch’. 

I think perhaps, becoming a demoness was a necessary part of survival, a slow change that happened over a very long period of time, and when Lilith is honest with herself, she doesn’t like that it means losing part of who she was, that she has been absorbed into Hell a little bit, and for someone who needs her freedom and independence that would be a truly painful truth to face. And I think creating the green face to use, to say ‘this is my demon face’, is a way of her taking back control of what and who she is (and, as I said above, as a way to prove her right to be there to the hordes of hell, who, interestingly, never call her demon either, showing that despite her changes, they don’t see her as one of them either).

[konigindernachtsblog]

:: La tragique histoire d’amour de Father Nihil et Sister Nocturn.

A leur époque, l’Enfer était encore jeune et n’avait pas encore cette taille d’Empire que l’on connaît. La nuit éternelle existait toujours, avec sa lune rouge que la reine chérit encore tant aujourd’hui. Ils ne connaissaient pas autre chose que cette lumière. La guerre avec le Paradis n’avait pas encore eu lieu, mais une certaine tension se faisait déjà ressentir. La partie la plus puissante de l’Enfer était déjà le vieux district pour lequel les Brennan et les Fromm bataillaient férocement à coups d’alliances et de coups fourrés. Mais cet empire naissant disposait déjà de véritables bijoux architecturaux et culturel. De Nihil, nous ne savons plus rien. Le Haut Prêtre s’était personnellement attaché à que rien de sa vie avant les ordres ne soit connus. Nous en savons plus sur celle qui partagea sa vie, Sister Nocturn. 

Nocturn a été retrouvée aux pieds d’un temple du culte de l’Etoile, alors qu’elle n’était encore qu’un nourrisson. Elle fut recueillie par les fidèles et la prêtresse qui gardait l’édifice et se chargeait de l’office. Il n’y avait pas de lettre, de mot, ou de nom attribué à l’enfant, que l’on aurait pu trouvé grâce à une broderie sur un linge. On la nomma Nocturn, à cause de ses cheveux et de ses grands yeux noirs. Elle fut élevée dans la foi et ne sortait que rarement du temple. N’ayant rien connu d’autre que le culte et assoiffée de sagesse, sa tutrice la fit entrer dans le Satanic Cult and Demonic Institute, la grande école de religion de l’Enfer.

Cette école est l’une des plus vieilles que l’Empire Infernal n’ait connu et existe toujours. L’édifice n’a pas bougé depuis sa création, bordant le mystérieux Holy Ground, que peu de démons peuvent se vanter de fréquenter. C’est ici, que les vies de Nihil et Nocturn prendront un tournant inattendu. L’Etablissement suit strictement les règles sataniques. Il est totalement mixte, cultive l’individualité et est purement consacré aux démons qui souhaitent donner leur éternité au culte de leur créateur et partager les valeurs qu’il porte. On y prodigue des enseignements généraux ainsi que des spécialisations, en fonction du culte duquel l’étudiant s’approche de plus. Nihil entre dans l’établissement en tant que pur Luciferian. Nocturn, elle, poursuit sa quête dans le Morningstar Cult. Leurs destins se croisent lors des enseignements généraux.

Nihil est un Shapeshifter de vingt-cinq ans. Il est grand et a déjà développé une carrure assez imposante. Sa voix est vibrante et grave, ses yeux sont argents, hypnotisants et sa chevelure, noir de jais. C’est un étudiant brillant et toujours propre sur lui, portant de beaux costumes de sur-mesure, d’un noir profond et élégant. Nihil possédait déjà à l’époque de sa jeunesse, une certaine agressivité, ou un visage fermé. Ses proches se comptait sur les doigts d’une main, car il était extrêmement sélectif. Nocturn est une Nephilim de vingt-cinq ans également, à la peau pâle comme la mort, aux grands yeux et aux cheveux longs noirs. Elle se distingue par sa discrétion et sa grâce. Sa voix est douce, charmante et son aura, bienveillante. Ses professeurs ont de grandes ambitions pour elle et voient le potentiel d’une future Haute Prêtresse. Nocturn donne une lourde valeur à ses mots, qu’elle pèse et sélectionne avec la plus grande prudence. A l’instar de Nihil, elle n’aime pas les paroles en l’air et les conversations futiles.

Les deux jeunes étudiants se rapprochent après le grand Sabbath annuel à Satan. Le rituel se passe dans la grande salle de culte de l’Ecole. On se purifie avec le sang frais d’êtres mortels sacrifiés pour le créateur et on prononce de grands sermons à sa gloire. On raconte encore aujourd’hui qu’il ne suffit que d’un regard entre les deux futurs Hauts Prêtres pour se reconnaître. Mais leur affection resta longtemps purement platonique. Durant toute la durée de leurs études, Father Nihil et Sister Nocturn s’échangeront des milliers de billets enflammés, qu’ils continueront de s’envoyer jusqu’à la mort de Nihil, tous retrouvés à leur mort et que l’on retrouve compilés avec des notes de leurs journaux intimes dans un recueil très connu dans l’Empire Infernal sous le titre « Before the Morningstar faded : Story of a Tragic Love. ».

Leur premier baiser échangé fut celui de leur mariage, dès qu’ils furent nommés respectivement Prêtre Luciférien et Prêtresse de l’Etoile du Matin. Ce fut la dernière fois que quelques proches privilégiés purent voir leurs visages. Dès lors qu’ils eurent officiellement rejoint le culte, Father Nihil revêtit un masque dissimulant entièrement son visage. Nocturn, elle, choisit de porter d’épais voiles de dentelle noire. Ils firent construire leurs temples l’un à côté de l’autre. Les deux édifices possédaient cependant une allée et une cours commune.

A la mort du Haut Prêtre de l’époque, plusieurs prêtres et prêtresses des différents cultes posèrent leur candidature, pour être le prochain représentant du culte, nommé par Satan lui-même. Nihil fut le premier à se porter volontaire, mais poussant également Nocturn à faire de même. Ils se firent le serment que si l’un d’eux l’emportait, rien à leur quotidien ne devait changer et qu’aucun des deux ne s’effacerait pour l’autre, leur amour passant avant leurs ambitions. A la surprise générale et pour la première et unique fois dans l’histoire du Clergé Satanique, Father Nihil et Sister Nocturn furent tous les deux choisis pour représenter le culte.

A cette annonce, les deux temples l’un à côté de l’autre furent rattaché pour que les deux Hauts Prêtres puissent faire l’office ensemble dans le même bâtiment et accueillir plus de monde, puisque les plus grandes messes se faisaient toujours dans les temples du représentant du culte. Dès lors, Nihil et Nocturn ne se quittèrent plus un seul instant. L’on raconte que dans toutes leurs apparitions, malgré leurs visages dissimulés, il était possible de ressentir un amour si fort que même Satan n’avait pas osé les séparer ou les mettre en compétition. Pourtant, cet amour était aussi très pudique, puisqu’ils ne s’accordaient aucun geste tendre en public. On découvrira cependant que le couple vit dans l’intimité un amour passionné et brûlant, qui malgré leur proximité, continue de s’écrire des billets enflammés. Nihil, pourtant si rigide et strict en public, ne tarit par de tendresse pour Nocturn, la chérissant autant qu’il avait foi en son seigneur. 

Leur hégémonie sur le culte satanique durera des décennies. En plus de leur office, ils publieront des dizaines d’essais religieux pédagogiques, participeront activement à l’art de représentation des grandes icônes du culte, de Lucifer, à Lilith, en passant par Samaël. Mais la cruauté du destin brisa leur existence lorsqu’une vague de peste noire sévit partout en Enfer. Nocturn fut touchée et agonisera pendant deux semaines, le corps noircissant et se raidissant progressivement, perdant toutes ses forces. Nihil restera à ses côtés tout du long et il est dit que jusqu’à la dernière seconde, les yeux de Nocturn ne le quittèrent pas et qu’elle s’éteignit la main serrant encore fermement celle de son époux. Nihil, qui dévasté par cette perte, mourut quelques jours plus tard, en laissant derrière lui encore, quelques lettres d’amour pour sa femme décédée. 

A leurs morts, ils furent préparés et disposés ensemble dans un lit mortuaire commun, main dans la main, dans le Sanctuaire du Haut Temple, avec les autres Haut Prêtres. La cours de leur temple commun fut agrandie pour y faire un jardin à la gloire de leur amour. A l’intérieur du lieu de culte, on y trouve une statue de Nihil tenant Nocturn, ailes baissées, dans ses bras, comme pour l’empêcher de tomber et leurs deux visages se rencontrant pour un dernier baiser. Cette représentation deux Hauts Prêtres est souvent fleuries de roses noires et encore aujourd’hui, des fidèles des deux cultes entretiennent méticuleusement cet endroit. Le recueil de leurs lettres et de leurs journaux intimes décrivant leur amour jusque dans les moindres détails est encore à l’heure actuel, en Enfer, l’un des ouvrages les plus lus hors des ouvrages religieux.

[gctchell]

More than anything. 🎶

[gctchell]

citrusgummy works because I have been obsessed with them for ages and desperately want them on my blog;

Dressing room🪞

Late night treat🧁

🥀

Little Charlie’s masterpiece

[gctchell]

🪮 ✨

[gctchell]

nonnie saw this fanart and wanted to share it with you!

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I LOVE IT!! Thank you for sharing!! I'm always a sucker for wholesome Charlie & Lilith art ;w; !!

[gctchell]

I am hatred, I am pain, I am Lilith.

[gctchell]

🖤 🖤

[gctchell]

Reunion. 🖤