#all about marcques

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☆ My devotional necklace to the Most brilliant Morningstar, Lord Lucifer ☆ ♡ Multum amor ♡

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𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐚  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  …  asher wong  was  known  as  the  assiduous  &  eloquent police officer/henchman  with  a  reputation  for  being  a hong jonghyun  doppelganger  .   but  now  ,  under  the  stress  of  the  war  on  the  horizon  ,  the  natural  born  villain  cross roads demon  has  become  widely  known  for  being  rather  manipulative  &  insatiable  .   let's  see  how  long  the  villeneuve native/wonderland citizen  will  last  during  this  war  .   after  all  they're  only  thirty  / two hundred and twenty  years  old  .   +  he/him  &  cis male  ,  original  character.

EXTRA INFORMATION

Asher was the product of an affair between a noble  and concubine in the 1800sin Villenue.  Rather than try to get status  let most bastards in his time, he resorted to being a jester in the court. He always loved to taunt others, nothing felt off his limits. . But the first person who changed that  was a man who called himself  Marcques.

Marcques was different from all the guys he met. There was something immorally beautiful about him. He wanted to approach him, to touch him. And with some persistence he finally got to embrace him.

But the forces in the city  approve didn’t approve of their relationship. They cut the blooming relationship short. Leaving Asher alone on their bed and Marcques nowhere to be found

Asher felt his world shatter around him, what can he do without Marcques. He went through the village, begging if someone has seen him. Desperate, he went to a witch for help. She told him to summon the crossroads demon

The Demone Le Ville  , was his alias. He turned the cross upside down. Asher was desperate to get something from the crossroads demon. So he begged for Marcques. But there was a catch. The time he saw him was short and it was only in his mind.

((Blood and death tw beginning)) Asher remembered the tears streaming down his face. The sadness further driving his insanity. He didn’t care as someone drove the dagger in his chest Dying...withering in his spot. The once red blood was pooling was turning black. Barthus was staring up at him. You’re my henchman now. Asher couldn’t do anything else but scream in pain ((blood and death tw ending))

When Asher awoken he was demon, he felt nothing but a flurry of anger and regret. He was desperate to keep whatever was left, for Marcques. The demon  made sure to break him down further. 100 years of telling the boy there's no hope for him, Marques will never come back, embrace the monster inside. Finally seeing another couple, it was when he turned off what could have been left for humanity. 

He began to do Demone’s  bidding. Contracts, summoning, he was his best henchman. The humans never stood a chance against the duo. As Demone’s pushed himself across the kingdom. Eventually Asher took his place as the Demone Le Ville . 

But even with the title, Asher grew bored. He wanted more. He craved more than the suffering of those in Villenue 

His daunting eyes set sights on the map, wonderland, what an idyllic name 

What another place to wreathe into despair

Personality:

He’s currently posing as Asher Wong , a seemingly laid back partner and friend to Kihwan

There’s a layer of fake compassion before trying to lay down a deal

Is willing to do anything for someone to lay down a deal, sex, bribery, anything to get someone foolish enough to sign.

Asher makes sure the contracts would lead to some type of suffering for a conditional benefit.

Like the waves of the contracts, Asher was always one step ahead than most

Only a few know his true position and status in Villeneuve

Headcanons:

He has gained a penchant for a sweet tooth and the more violent things in life as a demon

Is only loyal to very few demons, partly because of his social climbing status, partly because his former humanity has been ridiculed

He never felt more alive as a demon, that's the thoughts that he convinces himself

Sometimes to collect his award of his contract, he hurries up the process and slowly torture the contractee

The only way to trigger something sentimental is to talk about Marcques, talk about Marques and you see something almost human

He still carries Marcques cross on his chest, even through the light sting of pain.

Basically me trying to play on the what measure is non human trope because its pure genius

Last words 

Well the serious words are Im so glad to play Ash gain its been like 5ever. 

Ummm I might make a wanted connection with Marcques but hmmm im sure yet  tbh 

Also if you see La Miserable references with Asher-its kinda because he was partly influenced by the setting. ((and the movie min watched copious amounts of time))

[taiah-q]

I couldn’t find a good picture of you. And really wanted to post something about today. I want to say Happy Birthday baby. I love you so much. I think about you every single day. Every single day. You would have been 6 today. Can you believe that 6. Every time I see a pic of these girls I always feel like a person is missing and that’s you. YOU would completely fill in the missing space. I look at your uncle Kash how he is with your cousin Ke’Myi how I know that y’all would’ve been best cousin in the world. And how he talk to you about girls and hair cuts. How you and him would be teasing your sister/ cousin. I see how he is protective over your lil sister Royalty. I just know that you would be just the same. How your grandma okay Nana. Would completely spoil you. How she do all of them. How she would sneak and give candy after I done said No. Its a piece missing. And that is you Joseph-King Dominic Marcques Allen. I named you after strong people to me. Because that’s what you are to me. And more. We love you so much And I can’t wait to see how big you gotten how you look and smell. But most importantly your eyes. Wait for me... — view on Instagram http://bit.ly/2HvRaqO

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[marc-morning]

☆ My altar, I adore small spaces to center myself! Thank you Lord Lucifer! ☆

♡ Mirum habe diem! Multum amor ♡

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When I was nine, I had a dream I can still feel deep in my bones. I was falling, but not just falling—falling through space. It felt like the whole universe was around me, swirling in endless darkness, the stars distant and indifferent. I was lost in that vast nothingness, the kind of feeling only a child could experience—scared but strangely mesmerized by the sheer weightlessness of it all.

And then, in the middle of it, I saw Him. He wasn’t the fiery, menacing figure I’d been taught about—no, he was something else entirely. There was no thunder or lightning, just a quiet intensity in his eyes, glowing faintly in the void. His gaze, steady and knowing, met mine, and it felt like he understood everything—the fear, the confusion, the questions swirling inside me. His presence didn’t pull me out of the fall, but it gave me something I hadn’t expected: comfort.

“Even in your deepest fall, there’s a truth waiting to be found,” he whispered in a voice that echoed like it had traveled through time, through lifetimes. It didn’t make sense to me at the time, but the strange weight of his words settled deep into my chest. Even though I was falling through a blackened sea of stars, somehow, it didn’t feel like I was alone.

I woke up feeling like I had connected with something far beyond me, something I wouldn’t fully understand until a decade later. As I grew older and started to piece together the fragments of that dream, I realized that meeting him wasn’t just about fear or danger—it was about discovering strength in the fall itself. I had felt it then, even as a child. I didn’t have the words for it, but I had felt it.

Now, with years between me and that dream, I know that sometimes, it’s not about avoiding the fall—it’s about what happens when we surrender to it, and how we rise again, changed.

♡ Multum amor ♡

[marc-morning]

❣️Eclipse Full Moon Ritual❣️!! A sweet time with Lucifer & Ishtar! 🌕 Multum amor! ❣️Happy full moon!!

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I did this a few months ago at a bar, I was definitely was in the zone The bartender was transfixed with it a lot and really wanted to buy it!!! 💗

♡ Multum amor ♡

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[Spring & Fall 2020] It seemed like an castle, never quite eerily silent as there was the incessant ticking of an clock. It was the type of sound that was maddening to hear if it continued. In the astral, there was weird mist (?) It seemed to be an barrier of some sort. I would find out later... Many evergreens surrounded this "castle". There was this pond on which an woman stood (I learned this was an another deity). I stood my ground and walked towards the grandiose structure. In the foyer, it seems more an 1920s aesthetic which I was bothered by juxtaposition of it all. I was barren with only the cloak on my body there was an sheer sense of embarrassment that came over me. Golden-red satin walls with an checkered floor with a winding stairway, there was people (?) but not quite the closest I could describe was mannequins. The other visitors did not have of much of an purpose other than to look busy as an gala does. As I went upstairs, there was 4 doors down the halls which each I did attempt to no avail (Illusion of choice?) which left an large double door as it would be an grand bedroom. As I opened the towering door, four tall windows lined the walls, their arched frames casting long shadows across the floor. The light that filtered through was soft and golden-red, as if the sun itself had been trapped within the glass. As ornate painted glass that went farther than the eye could see at the time. In the center of the room stood an elegant armchair, upholstered in midnight-blue velvet. I was petrified as I was agnostic at time even though I had very obvious situations that would say otherwise I just was not ready at the time. I sat down, the fabric cool beneath my fingertips. For a moment, I allowed myself to relax, But as I gazed out the windows, I noticed something strange. The view from each one was different. The first showed a forest bathed in sunlight, the second a storm-tossed sea, the third a garden of golden apples. and the fourth an starless void.

It was then that I felt it—a presence, subtle but undeniable. The emotion was indescribable as my very self fractured, He was there. I had a lot of religious trauma at the time so, if that may of affected how He appeared to me. He was completely black no facial features could be seen, an lightly red suit with an swirl design and bright red dress shoes. I felt like I was at a cross roads, the symbolism with the windows, doors and His mannerism aligned with such feeling. He spoke to the mind (if that makes sense) there was no actual words that came out of His mouth. I felt dread (regardless of the obvious signs) because these types of things were only in stories and if you ended up like this you were "dammed".

Nevertheless, He said some things about some situations me as an child to teen in how He was the one answering every time. I knew something was right because there was the uncomfortable familiarity to it all. I was given a choice to leave it behind as I was of age to make the decision myself, He never forced me into something I did not consent to. A part of me was overjoyed that someone was listening albeit I was still scared to death. I asked, "Is this real?" (I had no knowledge of the astral, only an interest in the occult but scared of "demons & angels"). I thought I died somehow and this was an purgatory (I was semi right), It was a waiting room and I had to make a choice. The choice was to stay with Him through everything He even warned me even though I was much naive at the time. Soon, the dream ended and I can remember it vividly to this day; I became extremely rational after leaving due to my own trauma and hid it; there was a disconnect between the physical me and the astral me (which was my HGA) for an very long time until I came back fully in 2023 with nothing to lose I did His invocation which I can describe the energy has heavy and amused after this I had no doubt in my mind (I had A LOT of shadow work to do). He showed up the exact same way and was ALOT but I was reinvigorated in a part of myself that was forgotten and hidden. This hiding festered as an plague and through the morning waters He took me an released me from the baggage. He specifically said "This is the first step in winding journey." I did not see the extent of these words but I fully accepted the path, I never felt the religious feelings that others felt so, to feel all of this at once was overload of too much, but as He laid me upon the water it truly all washed away, I was ready to start again. To live again.

Fun Fact: I did get my blog name from this occasion it always stays with me so He thought it was nice!! ^_^

♡ Multum amor ♡

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I had an experience that still feels as vivid today as it did back then. It wasn’t something that I expected, nor did I ask for it. But life has a way of surprising you, especially when you least anticipate it. It was always stormy when these occurrences happen.... Out of nowhere, I felt a sudden presence. I had urgency to meditate. I thought it was Lucifer, but it was not quite His energy. In the vastness of space, Inanna, the Sumerian goddess of love, beauty, and the heavens, stood among the stars. Her lapis colored veil had no end, and the energy was primal and loving. It was like the first time I met Him. It felt like the last piece of the puzzle was found, like Home.

Her form was radiant, luminous, and ever-changing. Her eyes held the depth of the cosmos, and I felt as though she was peering right into my soul, seeing things about me that I couldn’t even understand. But there was no judgment, only love — pure, unconditional love. It was as if the entire universe had gathered to look at me with the deepest affection.

Then, she did something that I’ll never forget. Inanna reached out and caressed me, though she was far above me, hovering in the sky. It wasn’t a physical touch, but a touch of energy, of warmth, like a mother comforting her child after a long, difficult journey.

Inanna’s caress felt like a reminder. A reminder that no matter how small or insignificant we may feel at times, we are all connected to something larger than ourselves — something ancient, beautiful, and eternal. In her touch, I felt a sense of healing, as though she was removing the burdens I had carried, both seen and unseen, over the years. It wasn’t just about her touch, though; it was about the feeling that came with it. It was a vow. I was petrified since I thought I must of done something wrong for Her to be in my presence I was completely wrong. Lord Lucifer had brought me here.

The vision faded as quickly as it had come, and I was left standing under the same sky, but with a new understanding. I didn’t have all the answers, nor did I expect to. But, I just knew this would be forever as it is for Him. It felt like this all-encompassing versions of love in a moment. As a sting of a blazing sun.

Later, I see The Gardens, The Holy Temple, The Red Sea, The Unending Desert, The Lush Groves, The Heavens & Earth. The trials they have given me make the impossible happen. When I did those exchanging of words, I knew in my heart I was going to the right path....regardless of how society perceives it. May the resplendent Queen of Heaven, Innana bless all whom witnessed Her. May the Glorious Morning & Evening Star enlighten our minds with His grace.

TDLR; Both spirits can show as male, female, an third gender or outside of human gender. (UPG)

♡ Multum amor ♡

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[Late Summer] It was airy, It was humid, It was beaming, It was bright. The sand could burn soles of your feet, It mattered not. All you had was feet and the niqab in the hot sun. The feet was scared, the hands dry, the eyes teary. But we move forward. The eyes unwatered, the body tired. But we move forward. Her ways are perfect. Oh how Her ways are perfect. Over time the path became clear as the rock stable and unwavering.

Uruk, The land of thousand Sun Ennana stood at lapis polished shrine, Oh how it stung. In the distance, A beautiful faced man riding a dromedary riding as He was sun as He was the Sun. Ennana of Uruk as blessed the masses in her presence. The djinn of sands quiet in Her presence. For She is the Queen of Heaven & Earth. As the Oasis grew near, I was transfixed by this beautiful man resting near the palm trees chugging the water as if He was as wild as an white-eyed caracal.

He sat with with His followers with His generals: Lebal & Abalam attended Him for He was King Paimon. As His crown shined like stars as beautiful gold dripped from His crown.

I had tears in my eyes from His grandiose beauty, awe struck at the outside of the Temple of Ennana at the shine of Uruk. I pleaded with the King as He was loyal to Lucifer as He may escort me to the shrine of Ennana as He obliged. As the whisk of His hand, the stairs were ever present in my way, the steps a shade of brown from a original yellow washed away with time. I thanked Him as one of my guardians, drank over beer, danced, cried for His presence as He was great and wise. As He with His generals went forward with their journey as it was never truly "done" with His journey.

As I walk the lapis lazuli paved steps, an legion of performers crashing of the drums booming from ear the ear, as it was the Akītu festival in the autumn. Minutes turned to hours going up these stairs as I reached the top. O' Ishtar was an the top of the shrine of Uruk! A being only I could describe as Attar with his radiant wings declared "I am the Morningstar, I am Lucifer, I am Esophosos!" I started to cry happily.

Her star shown brightly, gleamed the brightness the heavens could glow. As I touched gently the star, the radiance was unmatched. As Her ways where perfect. I was an lucky one to have witnessed it, every emotion, every facet of Ishtar I could witness just for a split second.

♡ Multum amor ♡

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One random ass morning, I wanted to wake up a 4 am to watch the sunrise and do an morning invocation to Lucifer.

Lucifer: Why are you up? *grumpy for some reason*

Me: *an i oop* I wanted to look at Venus in the morning. (Now I wanted to cap because it was the half-truth lol)

Lucifer:....

Me: It's Friday and I wanted to do a little ritual for you :((( (After that I want to my window to move the curtains)

*le moth*

Lucifer: ....I can see you...Go to bed, Marcques...

Me: are u the moth, rn?

Lucifer: Yes'nt.

Me:Anyway, I am still going to do it and then go to bed. The sky is a nice pink color!! Promise!! (I slipped in my robes and bussed my ass)

Lucifer: *ignoring* Okay, now please go take a nap. It was very kind but I am concerned. (I was good but exhausted from the week I had but I was really energetic that morning)

(So I did my morning invocation)

Lucifer: Can you please go rest? Your overworking yourself. I don't want to do force :(

Me: Okiee, only when the moth leaves... (I just opened my window to let it out, I haven't seen a moth since yet)

*le moth flies away*

Lucifer: You know I can be everywhere at once right?? *sigh*

Me: Yeah but, having it there is worse idk. Ok nite nite!!

*He leaves*

This is one of my favorite times to tell! ♡ Because He was really chill and the moral of the story is work isn't without play. ♡

Note: Moths are considered one of His animal correspondences, the more you know :))

♡ Multum amor ♡

[marc-morning]

Story time: My Upbringing

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("Eclipse" by Oil Painting by Artist Vladimir Kush)

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My household is a mix of Unitarianism & Nondenominational Christianity with a heavy regard with the separation of church and state. Holidays are somewhat religious. My parents always told me to think for myself and not to follow blindly for that was not true faith. I do keep that to my heart even today and reconciled somewhat with Christianity to enjoy some of the positives of the religion never truly apart of it. A lot of ceremonial work revolves around Judaic studies in which I studied on a academic level before utilizing it. I do have a patron saint (Archangel Uriel), an working relationship with Jesus due to association, and my grandfather was Jewish. I understand the effect of the abrahamic religion on the world, but I have a line drawn in the sand for YHWH for me & my patrons personal preference. I lean into Arabic customs due to my patrons gonsis with their origins from the middle east which puts me in proximity myself towards Islam. Nevertheless, I use Mesopotamian & Roman customs in my practice with an heavy abrahamic influence. Besides, my patrons have been demonized and uplifted in this same sphere of religions for two millennia any modern day practitioner would be well versed somehow in this topic. I research every ancient and modern culture and apply it if it is open practice and respectful. Also, I usually do some chakra work as well and somewhat a fan of ancient India.

I would describe myself as an "spiritual scientist" in which leans in the principals of chaos magick. There is days I feel more religious than others because it is still apart of me. Blind faith is not a option with my gods. They want a well-rounded person who accepts themselves fully. At this point you couldn't tell the difference between a devout christian or an atheist with me and that's the point because my practice is uniquely mine. Manete felices cum multa dilectione! ♡

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Collection of evidence? Or confirmation Bias?

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♡ Multum amor ♡

[marc-morning]

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Fasting, an topic that divisive specifically outside Abrahamic religions. I highly recommend to see if fasting is right for you, it does not make you less than other practitioners if you do not; antiquity does not equal modern day so, proceed with your own intuition. I usually do 30-40 days depending on the year starting on Feb 29th - Mar 1st. Also, veiling is also divisive topic which I do wear a niqab for altar work; veiling has been apart of religion regardless of background. Ishtar's sphere of influence spans from flamboyant sexuality to modesty as this her domain.

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Sample format:

Prepare Your Space

Cleanse the altar and surrounding area (e.g., with incense, water, or sound).

Ensure your veil or head covering is clean and meaningful to you.

Ground and Center

Take a few moments to ground yourself (e.g., through deep breathing or visualization).

Focus on your intention for veiling (e.g., respect, protection, or spiritual connection).

Dress the Altar (Optional)

Place any sacred items on the altar (e.g., candles, crystals, or symbols of deities).

Put on the Veil

Hold the veil in your hands and silently or aloud state your intention (e.g., "I veil myself in reverence to the divine").

Gently place the veil over your head, ensuring it feels comfortable and secure.

Begin Your Ritual or Prayer

Proceed with your ritual, meditation, or prayer at the altar.

The veil serves as a reminder of your connection to the sacred and your intention.

Conclude and Remove the Veil

When finished, thank the divine or spirits for their presence.

Remove the veil, again stating your gratitude or intention (e.g., "I remove this veil, carrying the blessings with me").

Close the Space

Ground yourself again if needed.

Cleanse the altar and store your veil respectfully.

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♡ Multum amor ♡

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