#i guess i forgot how to write hehe. explanation because im insane and don't want to have my work misinterpreted ->

[girlucifer]

"i just wanted you to know

that there will always be a piece of you in me, always." [yuyuuyuyuu, 11 april 2021]

ring headcanons + obey me! lucifer | mammon | simeon | solomon - under the cut [lucifer: slight spoilers for lesson 37 + 38]

lucifer: of course, he hadn't gotten you anything- his words sickly sweet like honey, slowing your every move, ensnaring you to him: i have no need to go above and beyond to express myself when i can simply tell you how i feel directly. i love you. you're mine. in the dark, his fangs glint as he smiles, his hand finding yours- his thumb circulates around your ring of light- the small white band that glows with holiness no matter where, even in the pits of hell- this ring saved your life when plagued with your own growing power that threatened to consume you and the ones you love. the same white band that he wore upon his own finger, all those millennia ago. your life, saved by a vestige of his past self. yes, he doesn't need to get you anything, does he?

mammon: a gold band engraved with your initials, his own following. and of course, a sparkling diamond that reflects so magically in your eyes that you stop and wonder how he could even afford such a rock. of course, those nights out where he came to the house into your arms with such fatigue weighing him down so- he worked and worked just to see the blush that arose to your face when he bent down on one knee in the darkness and privacy of the demon lord's black rose garden. moonlight glowing around his white smile, his hands shaking ever so as he holds out his heart, you take his face in your hands and give him the kiss he's been dreaming of.

simeon: as dark as the midnight sky, the sapphire gem upon a black band absorbed the twinkling stars above their heads, as if trying to consume any and all light in hopes to reflect some of its own. his hand finds yours, and he slips the band upon your finger- a perfect fit, of course it was. you look to his gaze, his eyes filled with such a deep longing that it was as if looking into the very abyss that stretched on and beyond above your heads. he loved you- he wore it like a blood-stained shirt, a wound that needed dressing- it now lied within you if you'd clean the deep cut, digging into his flesh - blood-soaked fingers, teeth sinking into lips - to remove the shrapnel. would you?

solomon: a platinum ring with glowing inscriptions, a foreign language declaring an eternal promise to you- because, yes, of course, his words may falter and his hands may tremble, his eyes avoiding your own, but a sorcerer's pact is infallible- ever so resolute. just like the ink that decorates his body and the scars he worships as symbols of power and strength, he offers his own soul to you, a covenant that he prays you accept. the ring seems to whisper to you, the characters twinkling and humming. they offer words that solomon would tuck away, never to say himself. as he looks on with apprehensive eyes, you take his hand and seal his will with a kiss.