#Lucifer's... brothers I guess?

[blue-rose-soul]

The Devil's Lost Son AU

Lucifer's regular visits with Nicaise in the branching timeline get sussed out by Heaven and Alastor is discovered before his mother's death.

Nicaise's killer claiming Alastor was already dead when Lucifer comes in all fire and brimstone is the direct result of angelic tampering.

When Lucifer returns to Hell to mourn, Alastor believes he's been abandoned by the person he (correctly) suspected was his father. A state which leaves him susceptible to further manipulation.

In this case, from someone who looks eerily similar to Lucifer. Someone who willingly feeds into his resentment and "admits" that Lucifer has always acted selfishly. Thankfully, the rest of his family is used to making up for their brother's faults.

Alastor grows up with a lot of divine guidance, albeit not consistently. He's left in a care home with the occasional visit by his uncle. Not that it necessarily curbs his violent impulses.

When he's shot in the woods years later, he gets the full run down on his heritage. They would *never* hold that against him of course. He can even see his mother, they just want to ask a little favor of him.

Go to Hell, shake the foundation of it, keep it destabilized, and report back on his progress.

Sewing chaos in his sperm donor's kingdom? That suits Alastor just fine.

👀

I wonder if this would be ordained by Heaven's leadership, or if this is one rogue angel (a brother of Lucifer's? part of a matching set?) enacting their own plot? Either way, this sounds like it could be a fun idea to play around with. Alastor growing up with the absolute certainty - not merely the belief that a lot of us have, but concrete proof - that there is an afterlife and actively preparing for it would probably leave him... well, he's already pretty fucked up, but fucked up in a different way than he already is. It wouldn't feel like his current life, the one he's living on Earth, is the one that matters. After all, it will ultimately be such a tiny part of his overall existence. He doesn't quite grasp this thought when he's younger, but as he gets older and has more prolonged contact with his uncle, a divine being who has an eternal existence, his perception of life becomes more and more warped from a normal human's. Even death loses its severity when he knows it's not really an end. After all, the souls aren't gone, they've just moved someplace else.

Speaking of his uncle, I wonder who it would be? Michael is a popular figure to use in these scenarios, but I've already talked about him being a retired sad-sack after Lucifer's exile from Heaven. As the former leader of Heaven's army he definitely would be an intimidating antagonist, but maybe another angel could work just as well if not better.

Uriel is generally known as 'the angel of repentance,' but he's also known to wield a flaming sword and be 'as pitiless as any demon.' There's Samael, sometimes thought to be another name for Lucifer, but is sometimes treated as a separate figure. He's known as the 'venom of god' and has a particular focus on destroying sinners. Alternatively, Gabriel is a patron to telecommunication workers and radio broadcasters and I just think it would be fun to have him as Alastor's mentor in this scenario. Or maybe there's another angel who would work even better. I admit, even though I was raised Christian I don't really know the angels or their roles very well. There could be an angel that would fit this role perfectly that I just don't know about. I'd have to look into it more.

[bluewolfangel01]

Favorite Parent Challenge with Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, & Satan

(If you don't know, it's basically a challenge to see who the pet's favored human is)

-Lucifer-

Done with Cerberus

Cerberus is very confused when Mc and Lucifer walk in different directions while he stays

Each head looks from left to right, unable to understand what he's supposed to be doing or even who to go to

He begins to whine

Mc gets a bit closer to comfort Cerberus, reaching their hands out to offer pets

Only then does Cerberus decide to move

Lucifer: "I don't think it counts if you bribe him"

Mc: *doing their best to pet all 3 heads* "Well he doesn't seem to mind, do ya boy?"

Cerberus: *tail wagging very fast, looking very happy*

Mc: "If you want, I could give you some pets later tonight~ seeing as you seem a bit jealous."

Lucifer: "Well I'm not jealous, but I'll happily accept your offer."

-Mammon-

Done with a few crows familiars

The crows look between the opposite directions where Mammon and Mc went

The crows stay where they are for a few moments

It almost seems like they'll never move

Then they fly and land at Mc's feet

One crow even lands on Mc's shoulder

Mc proceeds to give the crow that landed on their shoulder, some scratches

Mammon: *walks towards Mc* "They're my familiars, why do they go to ya?!"

Mc: "Aw dont feel so bad, haven't you ever heard that pets copy the personality of their people?"

Mammon: "Yeah. So?"

Mc: "So that means that they only went to me 'cause you love me so much."

Mammon: "Gah... silly human."

Mc: *grabs Mammon's jacket collar* "Tsundere demon." *gives him a smooch*

-Levi-

Done with Henry 2.0

Levi and Mc stand on opposite side of Henry 2.0's tank, rather then walking in different directions

The small fish doesn't swim to either side

He kinda just floats for a moment before lazily swimming around the fish bowl

It's clear that Henry 2.0 doesn't understand the challenge

That or he just doesn't care

Mc: Well, I don't know what we were expecting, but that result seems about right.

Levi: Why did we decide to do this again?

Mc: The new co-op game we've been playing is getting updated so the servers are down and for the memes.

Levi: ...

Levi: For the memes.

-Satan-

Done with a few stray cats

Satan and Mc sit a few feet away from each other outside the H.O.L

They both agreed to have no items or smells that could possibly draw in the cats

They both sit there for awhile while waiting for the strays to show up and pick one of them

Suprise, suprise the strays end up going towards Mc

Satan: "They almost never come to me, it's like they hate me."

Mc: "Aw, don't say that, they don't hate you."

Mc: *Picks up and holds Kuro in front of Satan's face, who meows cutely* "See, Kuro likes you~"

Satan: *smiles and lowers head in defeat* You...~"

[nocreativityfornames]

Aww, that's so swee-

Oh.

[wordsvomit101]

That awkward moment when you realized that your big bro got laid with the person you tried to kill.

Author Notes: Credits to @eternal_auditor & @jazeswhbhaven, I got this idea for this shameless worldbuilding headcanons for Heaven and Angels thanks to both of them and the latter's "Angel Bros Headcanons: Michael Flips" post. I also just want to write the scenario in general. Warnings: Raphael is a caution flag himself, depictions of violence, thoughts of brutalizing and eating someone (being directed at MC) by Raphael, a lot of name-calling from Raphael directed at MC

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(Heaven - Time of Councils and Assemblies)

In the tranquil embrace of Heaven, evening descends like a gentle caress, casting a soft golden hue upon the timeless realm. As the radiant sun dips below the horizon of ethereal clouds, the celestial landscape is bathed in hues of pink, orange, and purple, creating a breathtaking tapestry of colors that stretches across the vast expanse of the heavenly domain. The sky is like a canvas painted lovingly by the hands of God, with the colors of a thousand sunsets, each stroke a masterpiece of divine artistry. The clouds, like celestial brushstrokes, dance across the canvas, their forms ever-changing, their edges illuminated with an ethereal glow.

Amidst the celestial splendor, angelic beings gracefully glide through the sky upon the archways of purest gold span the thoroughfares of Heaven, their graceful curves reminiscent of angelic wings in flight. Beneath these archways lie crystal atriums, their transparent walls revealing the celestial wonders of Heaven in all their resplendent glory. Their iridescent wings shimmer with divine light, flying gracefully as if they dance and pirouette in ethereal ballets, painting radiant trails of luminescence across the sky.

The lower-ranking angels engage in celestial chorales, their melodious voices intertwining in harmonies that resonate throughout the Heaven. The soaring soprano of archangels blends seamlessly with the velvety alto of cherubim, weaving a symphony that would uplift the soul and transport the listener to realms of pure bliss. The music reverberates through the celestial expanse, like a cosmic symphony conducted to worship the Almighty.

For middle-ranking angels, their beloved duty during the Pilgrimage to the Mount of Revelation to commune with their dear creator has to be despairingly pushed to merely Contemplation of Sacred Texts and attending to the Halls of Eternal Wisdom, a lesser, but an honorable duty nonetheless.

Even higher above, amidst ethereal spires and resplendent palaces that grace the heavenly expanse, angelic artisans toil diligently within the Halls of Artistry. Their deft hands sculpt magnificent statues and weave intricate tapestries, each a testament to the wonders of creation. They yearn for the day when their divine creator will bestow upon them a glimpse of their artistry, even a millisecond of recognition for their unwavering dedication to him would be more than enough.

While other angels tend to the flourishing celestial flora in the Gardens of Eternal Bliss. Radiant blooms burst forth in a splendor of colors, their petals shimmering with an otherworldly luminescence. The angels nurture these heavenly gardens with love and care, a single damage to a petal of these beautiful flowers is enough to have their heads roll to the disgusting pit of Hell, however making a mistake in God's favorite garden is an even bigger sin.

It is a mundane day for all of them.

Bang!

"Sir-!"

Creak!

"AAAAAA-!"

Crunch!

"I have yet to finish my prayer-!"

Snap!

However, it wouldn't be a normal day if there wasn't a Raphael brutally tearing and eating fleshes of every angel on his path to the Chamber of Divine Counsel to meet with other Seraphs. His blood-caked shoes thundering over polished marble as he swaggers through the vaulted corridors of Heaven, his crimson-smeared wings unfurling like banners of carnage. Red marred his short blonde hair and white attire. With each wrathful step, he leaves a trail of dismembered angel carcasses, their alabaster feathers floating like ethereal snowflakes in his wake. His crimson eye fully emits an aura of violence and fury.

Thump!

Bursting into the Chamber of Divine Counsel with enough force to make the office tremble, the room was bathed in an ethereal glow, and the other Seraphs present, Gabriel and Michael, sat in their resplendent chairs, their expressions inscrutable. Raphael's form, however, drenched in the gore of his victims, stood in stark contrast to the pristine surroundings. He only has one thought of personally feasting upon that purple hair wench's flesh when she is still alive and making her watch herself being devoured alive and cut off her tongue so she couldn't even voice out her pain.

"Why... Why is it always her...! That bitch!"

The pure white chairs, crafted from the finest celestial ivory, bore the brunt of his rage, splintering and crumbling under his kicks. Yet Gabriel and Michael, their faces devoid of emotion, paid him little attention.

"If you insist on throwing a tantrum, I implore you to do so in a realm more suited to such sorrowful displays. Hell would accommodate your temperaments more appropriately."

Michael stood tall over the intricately designed long table with a mindmap and countless brainstorming notes. Standing in a place Brother Lucifer used to stand in each council meeting. His glare locked on the furious blonde seraph before him. A frown, as if carved in stone, creased his handsome face, adding an air of solemnity to his prideful demeanor. Around his neck, a regal purple choker, embellished with ornate gold rings and shimmering gemstones, encircled his throat. At its center, a prominent gold ring held a solemn cross pendant, its gentle clinking accompanying his every movement.

In a swift motion, Michael tilted his head to the left, displaying effortless grace as he dodged the flying chair hurtling towards him at high speed. The chair collided with the wall, its impact leaving a deep dent in the panel, a testament to the force behind the throw.

"Shut that shitty mouth of yours! Maybe try to go down there yourself to ask why our dear brother is entertaining trash!" As Raphael spoke, his voice trembled with anger and frustration, his words dripping with venomous accusation. A few veins already popped on his crazed, striking appearance. Filled with unrepressed anger that led him to kill his spies who reported to him and fly from the dungeon up here.

Yet Michael continued to look at his notes, his face blissfully indifferent. His right hand continued to write on many of his papers on the white table.

"He has simply strayed from the right path."

Brother Lucifer’s footstep-less feet headed for the vile tiny red devil.

'Stop it.'

However, he couldn't say the same about his head. Memories he had been trying to wipe from his mind for years served only to haunt him. Taunting him of the gut-wrenching event more than a hundred years ago.

In the silence, pure white hands pushed through the grass and preciously held up the rotten red thing.

'Don't dirty your hands.'

His brother stroked that thing's body so softly with his hands so similar to how he once did with Michael's face. Those strong, beautiful hands that once held his face so tenderly to wipe his tears away. As he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

'Brother...'

"I remain confident in my ability to guide him back to the right path." 

His brother's hand was holding Michael’s ray of light. The light in Brother Lucifer’s hand had stopped in front of the disgusting beast's chest, unable to advance further. He was again protecting worthless things that didn't deserve his grace.

'Why did you save it?!'

When his brother finally stood before Michael on his third step, black energy, not white, began to flow from his body.

'No-NononononoNONO-'

From his beloved brother’s head, the gorgeous head of the Morning Star, bright red horns that were the same color as the vile thing that tempted him began to grow.

'Brother- Brother Lucifer please!'

"You shall witness it in due time."

"I love you, my brother. Which is why I will give you one last chance. Return."

Crack!

The force of Michael's left hand left a massive crack in the opulent crystal marble table that trailed down to the other end of it. Effectively bringing clarity back to Raphael as the blonde gazes at Michael's hard knuckle gripping the table painfully, ignoring the blood pooling down to the marble floor and further dirtying the former pristine chamber.

Michael's abrupt actions were met with an air of knowing silence from the two. It wouldn't be far-fetched if they possessed a secret understanding of his motivations that would elude outsiders.

"Hmph," a scoff rang out and pierced the silence of the room, originating from the slender man with platinum blonde hair seated to Michael's right. His face, though classically handsome with a pale complexion, remained stoic and emotionless, belying the arrogance that dripped from the single syllable he uttered.

"Then you better live up to those words."

Gabriel's lean was a graceful movement, his body sinking into the chair as if it were a throne. His arms crossed over his chest, the crisp white of his shirt contrasting sharply with the gleam of the gold chain that adorned his white jabot ruffle shirt. The fabric of his sleeves rustled softly against the delicate filigree, creating a symphony of subtle sounds that echoed through the silent room. His eyes, deep and enigmatic, surveyed the scene before him, his expression a mixture of amusement and quiet contemplation.

"Furthermore, even in his current state, Brother Lucifer still demonstrates a reverence for God. It is conceivable that his actions are merely a symptom of his yearning for God's divine presence."

In this timeless realm, where Gabriel proudly proclaims to reign supreme as the epitome of seraphic obedience, there exists but one for whom he would willingly surrender his esteemed position: Brother Lucifer. The firstborn of God's creations, Brother Lucifer's devotion to his Maker surpassed all others, earning him the title of Morning Star. His brilliance illuminated the heavens, casting an unrivaled radiance that even Gabriel's wings could not obscure.

It was Brother Lucifer who instilled within the celestial choirs the rituals and observances that expressed their gratitude to the Almighty. Yet amidst his unwavering piety, Brother Lucifer adhered to a solitary discipline known only to himself. Only a select few had glimpsed this secret regimen, elusive even to those who had followed his every step for countless eons.

Solitary would not be said without Brother Lucifer's name being attached to the word. He found solace in his own construction of hallowed sanctuaries. These Majestic Temples of Worship at odd places in Heaven served as his solitary refuge, where he could commune with the divine without the distractions of others. His devotion ignited a spark in other angels, who, inspired by his example, crafted Halls of Artistry. They sculpted countless colossal statues of the Almighty, their grandeur exceeding the limits of mortal imagination.

No one dared step one foot into his havens, they were for Brother Lucifer alone, and death would be upon those who broke that unspoken rule.

Yet there were times he allowed Gabriel to join him during Celestial Meditation in the secluded Garden of Eternal Reflection, a sacred sanctuary hidden deep within the heart of Heaven. Here, amidst the fragrant blossoms and tranquil pools, Brother Lucifer let Gabriel join his silent meditation and prayers. It was one of the highlights of Gabriel's day when his brother was still around.

"Not if he is messing with the descendant of Solomon."

Raphael's voice now had the former rage in it that reminded him of what he came here for, to be in these two insufferable presences. He could barely believe it when one of his spies uttered those words out of their useless mouth. That Lucifer? The Morning Star? His brother who despises Solomon as much as any other angel and the one that would bite another head off if they recklessly touched him even in the rendezvous night at the sacred Eternal Flame at the heart of Heaven where they allowed themselves to let loose for a bit?

It sounds fucking unbelievable, but when they show him a picture of that purple-haired vixen bumping parts with his brother, it sends him off the reels. He kills most of the spies and storms out of his favorite dungeon to here.

"Pardon?" Michael's mismatched eyes bulged, his neck creaking and twitching as he stared up at Raphael in a frenzy of incomprehension, his falsely composed display gone. The mere hint of the truth was liable to send the black-haired Seraph into a rampage and murder them all.

"Are you suggesting..." Gabriel's face, previously etched in stoicism, crumbled into a mask of horror. He couldn't believe the words that had escaped Raphael's lips, but he couldn't shake the realization that was slowly creeping upon him. He desperately wished that the words that came out of Raphael's mouth were nothing more than a cruel jest, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

"I said, he's with the descendant of Solomon, that purple-haired harlot...that traitor....that cheat- That tempting trash!"

It pissed Raphael off even more as he raised his voice volume, veins now appearing on his throat, especially at the reminder of his text with that two-timer. The sheer self-satisfied energy radiating off his phone screen almost makes him fly down to Hell to choke that bitch until her brain pops out of her head himself.

"This is preposterous...impossible..." Michael's jaw hung slack, his eyes wide with disbelief as Raphael's accusations cut through the air like a madman who had just been cheated on. His normally steady stance faltered, replaced by a palpable sense of hysteria that made his body tremble. He stumbled backward, his back colliding with the cold, unforgiving wall as if seeking solace from the onslaught of emotions that threatened to consume him. The wall provided no comfort, its smooth surface a stark contrast to the turmoil raging through his body.

"I'm not joking. I heard her talking about Lucifer, his scar, his... 'thing'," The mere mention of his beloved brother's private part sends shivers down his spine as his voice quivered. The thought of that conniving bitch taking full advantage of the trust Brother Lucifer had placed in her made his blood boil with simmering rage. And that she dared to go against her promise to him as if those moments they shared in the poisonous sky of Hell meant nothing.

"She knows his exact measurements!- You know what, look at this shit yourself!" With a resounding slam that echoed through the room like a thunderclap, he unveiled the damning evidence: a collection of photographs frozen in time, capturing moments of intimate interaction between Lucifer and the individual in question.

The images fell upon the table with a heavy thud, causing the fragile surface to tremble under the weight of their revelation. Despite the force of impact that threatened to shatter the fragile table beneath them, the pictures remained intact, their unspoken truth radiating from their glossy surfaces like a painful revelation begging to be acknowledged.

Michael's face contorted with a ghastly twitch as if he were attempting to conjure laughter, but the sound that escaped his lips was more akin to a hollow echo in the thick, suffocating atmosphere. "Shut up," his mind struggled to piece together the unthinkable truth that lay sprawled before him like a macabre revelation. Denial, a feeble shield against the onslaught of evidence, crumbled before the weight of reality, leaving him quaking.

"I swear before Thrones of Heavenly Majesty I will make her rue the day she even touched him. She corrupted him and brought him over to the side of temptation. God would never-" As Gabriel's solemn vow echoed through the room, the air crackled with the intensity of his conviction, thick with the gravity of impending retribution for the sinner.

His words struck a nerve, exacerbating Michael's fraying composure. The gravity of the situation bore down upon him like a suffocating weight, his anger bubbling to the surface in fervor.

"FUCKING SHUT UP! IT'S NOT REAL! IT'S NOT REAL!" Michael's voice cracked with anguish and insanity, his outburst sending shockwaves through the chamber. In his distress, the chamber was engulfed in an inferno, casting eerie shadows that danced upon the walls. In the distance, the echo of Michael's despair mingled with the desperate prayers and curses of those trapped within the blazing office. The once-orderly chamber had become a scene of utter chaos and destruction.

"O, Almighty Creator," Gabriel's voice trembled with urgency, his words a fervent entreaty to the absent God above. "Grant us clarity in this hour of darkness, illuminate our path with Your divine light."

Meanwhile, Gabriel's attempts at prayer offered little solace as he grappled with the implications of Raphael's revelations.

His murmurs grew more frantic with each passing moment, a desperate attempt to find solace in the face of unsettling truths. "Guide us through this tempest, O Lord, for we are adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Let Your wisdom be our compass, and Your mercy our salvation."

But despite his fervent appeals, only shrieks and flames answer back, echoing throughout Heaven from the burning chamber they're in.

"She said she'd only do that with me..." Raphael’s voice cracked with bitterness, each word laced with venomous resentment. His fingers curled into fists, nails digging into his palms as he fought to contain the seething anger threatening to consume him whole. "...she lied...she lied..."

The weight of betrayal hung heavy in his heart, suffocating him with its oppressive presence. Raphael's chest heaved with each labored breath, his heart aching with the sting of betrayal. "Fucking cheater..." His words dripped with venom, the bitterness of betrayal poisoning his soul.

With a primal snarl, Raphael's control shattered like glass, shards of rage cutting deep into his consciousness. He lashed out blindly, his teeth sinking into the flesh of a passing stupidly brave angel that came to check on the three Seraphs, the taste of blood a bitter reminder of his own foolishness.

"I hate her..." The words escaped his lips in a guttural growl, each syllable dripping with raw fury. His grip tightened around the angel's trembling form, nails digging into flesh as he sought to vent his pent-up rage on an unwitting victim.

"I'm not sloppy seconds..." Raphael's voice cracked with rage, his crimson eyes ablaze like a firestorm. He tore into the angel's flesh with savage ferocity, his actions a grotesque display of his inner turmoil. "...I'm no side bitch!"

Boom!

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"Hm?", in the dim recesses of his grandiose office, Lucifer, who was engrossed in his craftsmanship of carving the statue of the divine, lifted his gaze from his artistic endeavor by the sudden but subtle yet discernible disturbance in the island above the sky of Hell.

His pure white eyes shimmered with an otherworldly glow. Despite the plaster and pigments that adorned his once-pristine garments save for his bloody back that had his broken wings. His form radiated a timeless beauty, marred only by the grim expression on his handsome visage.

The sensation he felt was like a creeping up from above, like a ripple in the placid waters of a celestial lake.

'What are those three getting angry at right now?'

Raon, who was perched upon the plush velvet couch that adorned his office, her tall form immersed in the pages of an ancient tome, looked up swiftly at Lucifer's voice, a rare occurrence after hours of silence.

Once she raised her gaze from the text, her curious eyes meeting Lucifer's form with silent inquiry. Normally, she would wait until Lucifer is willing to tell her what is on his mind, but currently, she is bored and needs a break after reading several magic grimoires Lucifer gave her and practicing with them for almost a whole day.

'Let's just hope he will at least give me a short answer.'

"Um, Lucifer, is there something wrong?" Raon's voice, soft and tentative, carried a note of concern as she awaited his response, her gaze fixed unwaveringly upon him.

Lucifer's answer was measured, his words carrying the weight of foreboding. "I feel there's a disturbance. There would be a storm soon," he left out the part that it was most likely his brothers being angry about something again.

"Is it related to the angels?" Yet the young woman still managed to catch onto the hidden message, her question not directed at ordinary angels but at his brothers as she nervously tightened her grip on her grimoire.

Lucifer nodded solemnly. "Very likely," he confirmed. His gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon but his voice relaxed to ease the lady's tension as he contemplated the unfolding events in the celestial realm.

"Oh, then I will get back to my training-", with a subtle shift of his form, he turned his attention back to Raon, his gaze meeting hers with a serene intensity as he stood up to clean himself with a swipe of his finger. He tidied himself with a cleaning spell and put his tools and statues back into their orderly places without doing so himself physically—a casual display of his magic that Raon wishes to get to one day.

"It's fine," Lucifer assured her, his tone gentle yet authoritative. "Let's take a rest. Care to join me for a walk to the observatory room?" Quietly, he held out his right arm for her to hold on to if she wanted to accompany him.

Raon's heart fluttered at the invitation, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to contain her excitement. "Really? I-I mean, of course! Please lead the way." Her words spilled forth in a rush of eagerness, her eyes shining with anticipation as she rose from her seat and she excitedly but carefully walked over to Lucifer's spot.

As Raon raised her gaze, a silent query lingering in her eyes, she studied the handsome devil's countenance for the slightest hint of unease. Finding none, she shyly reached out and clasped his arm, a silent agreement passing between them. Together, they embarked on a leisurely stroll, the pace unhurried yet purposeful.

Lucifer, typically swift in his movements, slowed his steps to accommodate Raon, pausing whenever she expressed a desire to linger and marvel at the exquisite white blossoms that adorned Paradise Lost, a sight reserved only for the privileged few. The air was filled with a sense of tranquility and reverence as they meandered through the garden, each step bringing them closer to their destination, yet allowing them to savor the beauty that surrounded them. Unbothered by the chaos that is currently exploding in Heaven.

[dreamytfw]

I find it very interesting that there is, at best, minimal textual evidence that says or suggests Dean was sexually assaulted in Hell, but Sam being sexually assaulted in Hell is so blatant and explicit they constantly have Lucifer making "jokes" about it.

[radarchives]

[starryeyeddreamer21]

Would you like to see my shitty Hazbin OC drawings with my even shitter picture taking skills? Yes? You would? OKAY THEN

This is Alta, Beatrice (those two are place holder names), and Colette. They're sisters and entertainment overlords (reading/writing, theater, and music) they're also based on speak no evil, hear no evil, and see no evil (yes there is lore behind that). The thing above Alta is her mouth btw). Oh and Colette does not look right at all 😭 she's supposed to have wings covering her eyes instead of a blind fold but I honestly just don't know how to draw wings.

These are my Lilith x Lucifer x Alastor fan kids because it's a slept on ship. Anyway their names are Cyn, Peregrine (Pippin), Dahlia (Dolly), and Estelle. Estelle has a cursed version of herself because I decided I wanted to give her bangs but didn't want to fully draw her again 😭

My girl Abby! She's from my co-parenting au that Yes I do still think about. She's half succubus and half imp.

And these are my cherisnake fan kids Arson! (Ari) and Anarchy! (Annie). They started out as a joke but they have names now so Idk. I'm thinking about giving them another brother named Detonator (Nate). The names are so funny guys I can't. Also the exclamation points are legally part of their names.

[yukis-tasks]

[nerdy-talks]

Supposedly ten million years older than us, yet we're still able to fluster him with ease.

You may want to try and control that blush of yours next time, Lucifer~ ( ´ω´ )

[celestialrealms]

lucifer fans really out here perfectly fine about lucifer almost killing the mc to protect his brothers but solomon even trying to trick the mc into vowing to side with humanity over demons.... to protect all of humanity is apparently selfish and evil??? huh???? they’re both not good but i just cannot understand excusing one over the other 

[quietwingsinthesky]

I do think Lucifer wonders sometimes if Michael would love him more if he died in Stull Cemetary. If he’d fulfilled his purpose and been conquered so Peace and Paradise and Heaven could reign. If Michael would love him for being an instrument of that whole plan the same way Michael is. And it’s not even love he could ever actually receive because he has to be dead for it to exist.

[bluewolfangel01]

Mc: 😠

Demons: 😥

Luke: ... What's going on?

Solomon: Mc is upset at the brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos because they "didn't come home."

Mc: Correction, I'm upset at the brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos, EXPECT for Lucifer. Cause at least he comes home to me!!!

Lucifer: *standing with a smug look on his face*

Demons: But Mc 🥺

Mc: *turns back to them* I don't want to hear it. If yall don't want to come home that's fine, guess I'll just only ask for Lucifer from now on.

Demons: BUT MC!!! 😢

[nocreativityfornames]

Yeah, they're probably dead.

[sweetkiitsunez]

I really want to do another WHB lucifer smut, but after 20 PULLS AND HE NEVER CAME HOME EXECPT HIS GODDAMN F*CKING ARTIFACTS AAAAAA--

FARM HIM FOR DAYS AND GOT NOTHING 😭

[cnl0400]

Duendes captados en cámara 100% real no fake

[krenenbaker]

huh... that's interesting. guess who I just realized who Mammon reminds me of (to an extent)?