#hells greatestdad || found father figure

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Noticing the new color scheme. "Didn't realize those in Heaven allowed for the celebration of All Hallows Eve" - @hells-greatestdad

“LUCIII!!” The angel practically tackles Lucifer as he clings to him, frazzled and crying. Either he ignores the Hallows Eve jab or is too panicked to realize.

“Luci! Luci! S-something happened to my dreamsphere! It-it-it turned into something! Something BAD! It-it-it started expanding and-and-and absorbing shadows! And then it hissed and had teeth and came alive!”

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Living with a singer

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“Woooow! Lucifer, this place is incredible!” Standing beside the Devil himself, his white and blue lookalike stares up at the grand Hazbin Hotel, his blue eyes shimmering in wonder. Who would have thought that Sinners could seek redemption and a possible way up to Heaven? Well, no one until now obviously. And the magnificent mind behind it all? The Princess of Hell!

Lucid grins to Lucifer, following him indoors. At long last he is finally meeting the mysterious, estranged Charlie Morningstar. Over the years his predecessor had mentioned her here and there, a fond but painful topic. It thrills the angel to hear that not only has his beloved wife returned, but now he is rekindling his bond with Charlie.

“You don’t think she’ll freak out, do you? Should I change my appearance? Are the wings too much? Oh golly I don’t look frightening do I?”

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“ What the hell are you doing? “ - @hells-greatestdad

send  “ What the hell are you doing? “  for your muse to find mine just standing in the rain, seeming lost in their own thoughts, and to pull them under nearby shelter.

Hands suddenly grasp around him, physically and mentally pulling Lucid back to the present. He is completely and utterly soaked through, blond locks dripping and hanging loose and rain water streaks down his skin like tears. Blue hues blink rapidly, staring blankly at Lucifer a moment before he seems to wake from whatever trance he was in.

“…I don’t know. The rain looked nice so I just…got lost in the moment I suppose.”

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[text] When I die, please delete all my shit off the internet

//the human world can never know about his duck obsession sksksksk

[text] Luci

[text] UR immortal

[text] U are not gonna die

[text] And I don’t know how to use a computer :(

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Lucid’s mood immediately brightens, quite literally as a soft radiance seems to appear. “Meet your family? Oh goodness golly yes yes yes! I would love to meet them!” The blue seraph does a little happy, bouncing twirl, his six wings fluttering. Stepping back, he allows Lucifer the space to rise. How exciting this will be!

Lucifer is remains quiet during the brief silence while Lucid ponders. They had certainly had discussions about 'Father' over the the years. Lucifer of course having been quite bitter towards the deity in those discussions, and not an ounce afraid to say so. But his anger, though genuine, also a shield of sorts. Behind the shield.... a deeply wounded individual. It was a rare thing to even get a glimpse past that shield.

The current situation made that shield hard to hold steady enough to keep that individual altogether hidden.

But Lucifer is pulled out of any thoughts by the hand on his shoulder. Had he spaced out...?

"I... thank you." Don't cry. Don't cry. ....shit. "I... you have no idea how much I appreciate that. Especially from you."

"You know... seeing as you are part of the family, I should have you meet Lilith and Charlie. I'm sure that could be accomplished shortly.... Lilith should be around the place somewhere, and Charlie has been at her hotel."

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“Up you go” - @hells-greatestdad

Send “Up you go” for Your Muse to hoist My Muse, who’s had a bit too much to drink, over their shoulder in an attempt to get their drunken butt home and safe.

“Way down upon the SwaNEEEEE RIVERRRRR~ Far, far awAAAAAYYYY-!”

The two of them are out on the town, hitting up a bar in the heart of Pride City. The King was missing from his home upon Lucid’s arrival, to which he asked the servants where he may have gone. In one of his depressive moods, they pointed him in the direction of several bars Lucifer occasionally hits up during a spell, and thankfully Lucid located him after poking his head into the second location.

Of course at first Lucid tries to convince Lucifer to leave, but the devil is a stubborn beast. So when you can’t beat em? Join em! And that is precisely what Lucid has done and now is drunken singing any little tune that comes to mind. He cannot tell if Lucifer has finally sobered up enough or if he too is still bleary eyed drunk. Hands pluck the younger angel up, throwing him over Lucifer’s shoulder as they make for the bar exit.

“WheeRRREEEeeee weeee go weeeeee-ing~?”

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"Nice hair! What's the occasion?" Luci forgot it's almost Halloween

“Thanks!” Lucid bleps cutely, cupping his cheeks with his hands. “It’s for Halloween! I’ve never celebrated it before so it’s gonna be my very FIRST!”

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"I'm not a good person." - @hells-greatestdad

“Is anyone really a “good person?” Okay so maybe the saints are an exception, but Lucid replies with honesty. Sitting beside his predecessor, the seraph extends a wing to wrap around the other’s shoulders. “By the councils definition of a “good person” I’m just as far from it as you. But in my eyes and opinion? You are a good person trying his best. And that’s what matters.”

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Within the mystical realm that exists in the dome of Lucid’s workshop, the Angel of Dreams & Illusions was in the midsts of his sworn duties. The sea of stars winked and sparkled around him against the backwash of galaxies, hands busy swirling thoughts into dreams, compacted safely into a globe like sphere that fits in the palm of one’s hand. Thousands of these globes orbit in slow motion around the space, the dozens of eyes along his body and wings ever observant of these dream concoctions. Which to splice together, which to divide and then add to another. Perhaps one dream was “dead” and it was time to pass it along to its next phase.

And then in an instance, Lucid felt a strange force take hold. One that so very rarely has been used by his brothers or the high council, but never by the hand that called him forth now. It was as though he ceased to exist for a split second and then gained a corporeal form once more within a whole new space. Dozens of eyes swept the room, and much like the dream realm, the seraph took in the information around him all at once and at an incomprehensible speed.

Bodies, several of them. Two off to the side, a rushing blur of a third, another flung across the room, and another arm extended towards him. So many soul signatures, all recognizable. Wait, why are they here?! No, they should not be here at all! Fear, rage. So much rage. It’s overwhelming. A furious violence. Wrath.

The dozens of eyes along the blue seraphs body become radiant, turning Lucid’s entire form into that of a beacon of bright Heavenly light that spreads outwards. Wings expand to their fullest, the halo above his head splitting in two to become double rings that make an X-shape. The room was bathed in the blinding radiance, turning everything into a white-blue. After several seconds, the light died down and with it, Lucid descended, his bare feet alighting to the shiny tiled floor. The seraph eyes remained wide and glowing with intensity as his voice projected with a celestial boom that shook the walls.

“What is the meaning of this?!”

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Lilith paid little attention to the conversation behind her. She was out of blood. Even as Sera's wings opened wide in all their Heavenly glory, she kept her stance, claws clinging to the Seraphim's neck.

She was so sick and tired of Heaven being blind to the truth. Even when their own had proof of what was to come - they didn't listen!

Heaven never fucking listens!

Did they have bricks in their damn heads for brains?!

Breathing heavily, her demonic fangs ached to taste blood. Her approach to getting Sera to work with her may not be ideal, let alone work in their favor, but she wasn't exactly thinking with her head at the moment. Lucifer was likely the only one capable of reining her anger back so she wouldn't be so hostile.

A moment of sheer weakness for sure, but that was bound to be a theme today. No one in Hell was perfect.

Lilith wasn't perfect.

She hissed against the Seraphim's neck. "Adam....N O W!"

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❤☕hugs and other comforting/reassuring gestures - @hells-greatestdad

Lucid has just arrived to Lucifer’s estate, walking through a portal into the King’s workshop. Try his best to sound his usual, upbeat self it clearly does not fool the man. Halo not nearly as bright, the dark circles beneath the blue seraphs eyes and strain in his voice all dead giveaways to the younger being unwell.

Warm, familiar arms capture him in a hug, Lucid quickly returning the gesture. But the hug continues to persist, Luci not letting go. Seconds tick by, a rise of turbulence in the seraphs chest as his weak facade begins to crack. Starry, shimmering tears well in his eyes, wings drooping. A panic rising as he knows the break is eminent, he should try to get away. But a gentle rubbing of Lucifer’s hand against his back only prompts his own arms to hug tighter to the Devil like he’s a lifeline. Unable to prevent the inevitable, Lucid begins to whimper and cry. Still fighting to hold as much in as he is able but quickly slipping out of that control. Trembling in the older fallen angels arms, Lucid begins to cry.

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Cont. xxx)

Feed him a cinnamon roll (it's cannibalism but who cares this is hell) - @hells-greatestdad

Lucid is unaware this is cannibalism, he’s happily stuffing his face with cinnamon and frosting goodness!

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behind closed doors

Send “behind closed doors” for my muse's reaction to being asked about your muse. How do they describe your muse when your muse isn't listening?

“I look like the King of Hell? Well, you would be correct. B-but I’m not him! Good Heaven’s, no. I can barely keep my workshop organized let alone run a kingdom.”

…

“Well that’s rude. Of course Lucifer runs things! You think running Hell alone is easy? It’s really stressful. He is trying his best. Even powerful demons like Luci need an extra hand sometimes.”

(Lucid talking with a Sinner)

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The monster he had saw, a ginormous monstrosity, its hulking figure made of black shadows and weeping souls. A towering graveyard, its form was almost inconceivable to even an Angel such as himself. And in this coma-like state he found himself in, the scene played over and over in his head. Bodies of Angel’s and Demons, terrible screams of unnatural beasts.

Consciousness was slowly coming back to him, the scene of war and bloodshed fleeting from his mind as his ears could hear someone. Two people, then the hands at both sides of his temple. He could feel himself being rejuvenated but he was still so weak, his head felt like it would pounding and the pressure in his eyes felt like they were going to pop.

He realized who was there as lids opened halfway, Lucifer healing him, Lilith holding him. Things… Really have changed hasn’t it? Now wasn’t the time to think about that, he could feel his consciousness wanting to fade away once again due to the extreme exhaustion he felt.

“Father… Showed me… His plan…” his hand raised to the pedestal with the timer, the numbers counting down little by little. “He’s gonna do it….”

There was no hope left within him.

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The First Man had seen so many things in life, with the orb the Seraphim used to watch humanity, Adam was always allowed access being the First Human. He would watch so many things. Civilizations rise and fall, bloodshed and war... Being in Heaven, that all felt like fiction, a kind of movie... But what he was shown... It had taken so much out of him.

Father did really intend on releasing the monsters of purgatory in Heaven. The fact had scrambled the brain of the First Man so much it had rendered the man unconscious, that and staring into the future so forcibly like that tends to take much from the person.

Before him, in his living room of all places, stood that pedestal and timer that began its countdown. The scene would be horrifying to any who would see, and that's exactly what Lucifer and Lilith would happen upon when entering his apartment.

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“Hold still, I’m trying to help!” - @hells-greatestdad

Send me “Hold still, I’m trying to help!” for your muse to find mine stuck in a trap.

[M!A Sound of Silence]

The netting was made from blessed rope, the thin fibers rendering the seraph useless. Unable to cry for help, thanks to the curse of the greyfaces, Lucid struggled for quite some time before anyone took note of his absence. The mesh netting tangled within his wings, golden blood weeping from rubbed raw skin. Once Lucifer appeared the angel wanted to cry out in relief, only to produce a soft, hollow wheeze.

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Text:

Lucid.... if this is end end, I just want you to know... I loved you as if you were my son. I know you know this, but it's worth repeating. I will always cherish the time we had spent together. Your visits made a very dark time in my life more bearable. I'm sorry things have turned out the way they have, and I'm sorry for hurting you. Please fight with all you have. And... if we survive this, I hope to see you again.

[Text]:

These past 5 years have been a blessing spent with you. While our beginning may have been shaky at first, it has strengthened to a bond I never imagined. The hurt is water under the bridge, what matters now is the memories and inseparable bond we have created. You have become a mentor and a dad to me, and that is more than I could have asked for.

Fight your hardest, keep everyone close to your heart, and hold onto the dream that we will all be victorious. Believe in yourself and cast back the darkness with your light. I hope to see you at the end or the next life if fate deals us a closing curtain. I love you, Dad.