#hellshellions

[infernal-dominion]

"Greetings and salutations, dear Lucifer. I suppose it would be remiss of me to inquire if now is an inopportune time for you to have a sit-down with me." (From Azrael)

“…You wish to have a meeting?” He raises a brow, softly, but doesn’t appear to be denying her. “Whatever for? I assume about the battle that Adam recently warred against my kingdom a couple days ago?”

[dark-ambition]

"Ah. Princess Stella. I hope your house has not sustained any significant losses as a consequence of our dear archangel Adam's most recent stunt." (@hellshellions from Azrael)

“Thankfully, it has not. Though I think you’ll find that your Archangel is no dear of mine.” Stella, idly filing at her talons with a rather sturdy looking nail file, looks up toward Azrael with a look that barely holds back her weariness at the sight of the angelic being. Nevertheless, she moves to briefly pause in her filing to offer a brief bow before she goes right back to it. “I take it Heaven is currently counting their losses among the dead as well? Or do they not bother with burials or funeral ceremonies?”

[mcnagerie]

Anonymous asked:

Looks like a young hellhound has made herself comfortable in one of the vacant hotel rooms. She's currently curled up atop the bed, seemingly taking a nap. The open window in the far left corner of the room suggests she did not enter through the main doors and as such, she likely knows she's not supposed to be here. (Scout for Chawwie! @hellshellions 🦊)

Charlie's shock was writ clear across her face, the blonde stopping dead in her tracks as she gazed upon the young Hellhound. Did she wake her? Leave her be and hope she cleared out as soon as she awoke? It's not like that room was being used anyway...but the princess was still unsure.

"Um...hello?" Her voice trembled slightly, nervousness fraying at the edges as she oh-so-cautiously stepped further into the room. "I-I'm sorry, but...who are you?"

[licentious-sanguinity]

"Oh my gosh, no way! You're sooo pretty--who does you hair, I gotta know, it's so shiny and silky!" ( @hellshellions )

Well, that certainly wasn’t a compliment he was expecting. But he certainly wasn’t about to be mad at such flattering praise, either. He idly turns from where he was sitting at his table to face whoever had piped up, his iced coffee still raised to his mouth, only to lower it down as his lips curl into a smirk at the sight of a rather pretty demon, his tail giving a curious flick as he chuckles. “Well, well, aren’t you a flatterer? You’re not ssssso bad looking yourself, you know.”

After a moment, he moves to give a strand of his hair an idle flick over his shoulder with a claw, still smirking rather toothily. “To anssswer your question, darling, no one made my hair thisss way. It’ssss all natural. Like it?” He lets his hair sprout up into it’s hood-shape with a brief snapping sound, like an umbrella being blown open, showing off all of the large glittering green eyes within, heart shaped pupils focusing intently on their spectator.

[infernal-feminae-archived]

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“What are you doing here--!?” She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. But all the bitterness, all the rage she had suppressed over the years had been bubbling up inside of her. And seeing her Crim right here in Pride, the one place she was supposed to feel safe made all her bottled emotions finally burst forth.

Scarlet knew she should tread carefully, she was sure he was more surprised to see her, than she was. Especially now that he knew she had been alive this whole time.

[deathinfeathers-a]

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[infernal-dominion]

Lilith moves in behind Lucifer to loop her arms loosely about his shoulders, caressing his spotted Cheek with the back of her elegant fingers. (@hellshellions)

Lucifer, silently, leans into the touch, a soft sigh sliding out of his lips. He doesn’t speak for a long moment, merely letting his eyes close, taking in the brief feeling of his wife’s embrace. “…Something troubling you, my love?”

[deathinfeathers-a]

//Chaz and Crim are over at my multi @hellshellions 😌

[infernal-dominion]

“…Going to have to be a touch more specific, I’m afraid, Azrael. There are many reasons as to why this battle happened. Adam’s arrogance as to believe himself superior to Heaven’s authority and to Hell’s power being one of them, and his desire for total omnicide against my people being another.” His hand squeezes down against his staff, but any rage that he may feel doesn’t show on his face. “…If you mean as to what happened with Adam’s protege…It’s a complex matter.”

"Greetings and salutations, dear Lucifer. I suppose it would be remiss of me to inquire if now is an inopportune time for you to have a sit-down with me." (From Azrael)

“…You wish to have a meeting?” He raises a brow, softly, but doesn’t appear to be denying her. “Whatever for? I assume about the battle that Adam recently warred against my kingdom a couple days ago?”

[dark-ambition]

“Of course. Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if a great many among Heaven’s courts happened to mistake our passivity toward the Purges to be that of weakness. At least this battle, wasteful as it was, has proven that it is far from that.” She offers a soft, if not slightly derisive scoff at the notion of Heaven’s smugness, but, seeming to be reminded of her manners, doesn’t continue with the barbs. “In any case, I wonder if they’ll even bother with a purge this year around. Part of me hopes they won’t, give those measly sinners a break, but I know that Heaven’s damn attack hound will no doubt be baying for another chance to spill blood.”

"Ah. Princess Stella. I hope your house has not sustained any significant losses as a consequence of our dear archangel Adam's most recent stunt." (@hellshellions from Azrael)

“Thankfully, it has not. Though I think you’ll find that your Archangel is no dear of mine.” Stella, idly filing at her talons with a rather sturdy looking nail file, looks up toward Azrael with a look that barely holds back her weariness at the sight of the angelic being. Nevertheless, she moves to briefly pause in her filing to offer a brief bow before she goes right back to it. “I take it Heaven is currently counting their losses among the dead as well? Or do they not bother with burials or funeral ceremonies?”

[infernal-dominion]

“What words are there even to say?” He sighs softly, but lets himself be turned to look toward her, unable to resist the pull of his wife’s hands. He doesn’t quite look her in the eyes. “…We lost her. I lost her. I was the only one even remotely concerned for fighting for her, and even so, I still wasn’t able to save her in time. To make her see the truth of Heaven’s deception, Adam’s deception, and now she’s gone. She isn’t entirely lost, I know that, she’s grown to care about Hell, deeply cares for me, that’s still there, and I know it will stay. I’m just terrified Heaven might wound her so terribly in an effort to dig that care out of her that she may not make it. That…it will become too much.”

Lilith moves in behind Lucifer to loop her arms loosely about his shoulders, caressing his spotted Cheek with the back of her elegant fingers. (@hellshellions)

Lucifer, silently, leans into the touch, a soft sigh sliding out of his lips. He doesn’t speak for a long moment, merely letting his eyes close, taking in the brief feeling of his wife’s embrace. “…Something troubling you, my love?”

[infernal-dominion]

“..It was indeed. Lute. She was lost here among Hell’s territory during the last purge. Under Adam’s orders to slay my daughter, she had attacked me, and in my defense, I left her concussed and injured, so much so that she could not leave when the call was made to retreat.” He goes quiet for a moment. “…I took pity on her, and brought her into my home. First as a prisoner, and then, when she didn’t sought to bring me or my staff harm, as a guest. I recognized the harm Heaven was doing to her, the zealotry and obedience they had beaten into her through years of brainwashing and the fear of suffering and death, the oppression she had suffered, and so, when Adam finally appeared after 2 months of silence, demanding I give her back…I refused. I knew Adam would find a way to storm in and pick a fight anyhow, and, most of all…I wanted Lute to have freedom. To be able to choose where she wanted her home to be. To give her the chance to be the living breathing person that Heaven had denied her to be.”

He lets out a soft sigh. “…She left, in the end. She left because Adam got to her. And, I suspect, because she wanted to put an end to the fighting. She told me several times before how she didn’t want it to happen to begin with, and she probably agreed to go back so it would end before a serious blow was dealt on either side. Nothing about it can be done now. As for what I plan to do? Bury the dead, start on repairs, try and replenish our lost numbers, and…Try and see if I can call on other archangels for a brief moratorium on the Purges, just for this year. Pride has already been ravaged enough, they need not scour it again.”

"Greetings and salutations, dear Lucifer. I suppose it would be remiss of me to inquire if now is an inopportune time for you to have a sit-down with me." (From Azrael)

“…You wish to have a meeting?” He raises a brow, softly, but doesn’t appear to be denying her. “Whatever for? I assume about the battle that Adam recently warred against my kingdom a couple days ago?”