#lilitophidian

[radioaf-a]

starter for @lilitophidian

Humming of long old forgotten melody can be heard.

Hands working carefully with a sharpened blade as it slices through raw meat with ease, he had always been awfully skilled when it came to knives after all.

How was this long pig or actual meat that was anyone's guess to what the meat actually was.

Now the culinary arts had always been a passion of the radio demons; it was after all just another way for him to express himself, be it more tame than his other hobbies.

That’s when he felt her all too familiar eyes on him. The humming stops, his head snaps all the way around to face her with a bright grin.

"Would you like to join me for dinner? I was planning on making smoked long-pig Cajun alfredo.”

[taleswritten]

@lilitophidian sent

❛  ah-ah, don’t pass out on me now. we were just getting to the fun part. i’m not going to rush this. i’m going to take my sweet time.  ❜ [ For Alastor :o) ]

"Pass out on you? I wouldn't dream of it." Underneath the perfectly sculpted smile, there is an anger simmering under the surface. An anger that he can do nothing about for she holds his leash.

Oh, how he wants nothing more than to rip her pretty face into shreds, to gore her with his antlers, to devour her completely and yet....he is powerless. Perhaps the only person he is powerless against - he hates it more than he can properly express.

"We're just getting started, after all, dear Lilith." If he can't beat her, he might as well play along, perhaps he will find some entertainment in it.

[cervidae-demon]

Appearing near the stag, she gave a gentle tug at the fluffy ear. Because well...She can.

" On a certain frequency, one can still hear those lovely little tunes you play up behind the pearly gates. You just have to mess with the dial and place it in the right spot."

No matter how gentle the tug was, Alastor still answered with a small hiss and an attempt to yank himself away. His ears were sensitive and he hated having them touched without his consent. They even flattened (or at least tried to, if she was still holding one) when he turned his eyes on her.

Oh he really didn't want to see her again.

"My queen" he greeted her coldly, his grin tensing and eyebrows furrowing. "I hope you enjoy what you hear then, my dear, I did not think I would see you again so soon. Though maybe I should have, knowing Adam was killed" he said, although he knew it was more of a wishful thinking. Of course Lilith wouldn't just give up on him. Damn it.

"To what... Do I owe the pleasure?"

[radioiaci]

⧐ @lilitophidian liked for a starter.

There are quite the few reasons for him to not succumb to sleep. A waste of time; a true lack of the need to except for once or twice a fortnight; and the desire to keep eyes on anyone in his immediate vicinity. But sleep comes for all - he is not immune.

And the primary reason lingers: he clings to consciousness to avoid the inevitability of her. No dreams to be had, only nightmares - cloying and stifling and with far too many of her sense on him at any given moment. Alastor is helpless in the face of true exhaustion as he drifts away into the depths of clouded sleep, sitting upright in his chair and by the fire in futile attempts to keep himself aware. He's failed.

As he walks in his subconscious, the world is dark; liminal. He is not hopeful for the pull of light. Deep, guttural echoes from somewhere in the distance are there to greet him, familiar and yet not. His expression is dull, though even here he cannot abandon his grin. Permanently etched. As always. As ever.

He waits. He knows what's coming for him. Who is coming for him.

Inevitability.

[originemesis]

"Y-know, babe. I could get rid of your period for 9 months-"

[dark-ambition]

@lilitophidian continued from X.

Hearing the response from the great Queen of Hell, kind and sweet and almost delicate, Pentious slowly moves to, hesitantly, lift himself off from the floor, moving slowly so as to give the Queen ample opportunity to stop him if that was not what she wished. “Oh, ah..I..I am known as Ssssir Pentiousss, Madame Lilith. A, uh..A sinner in the residency of Pentagram City.” He clears his throat, tugging at his suit, trying to free it of all wrinkles that may have disturbed it when he flattened himself to the floor. “I, uh…W-What brings you to the city, Madame? Is there anything I can help you with?”

[exalted-slaughter]

@lilitophidian continued from X.

Lute could hear the underlying threat beneath such sweet honeyed words about leashes, and it made her grip tighten on her spear ever so slightly. She watched the disgraced Queen, the monarch that dared to still act all high and mighty when she was away from her throne, away from her people and her source of power, bring a cup of nothing short of blood to her lips, sipping at it like it was a fine ambrosia, and she felt her eyes narrow ever so slightly. The stench of blood, of raw flesh, was sweet in the air, something that made her own teeth and claws itch to rip and tear into something, made her stomach grumble faintly in a brief moment of hunger, spurred into action by the sweet fantasy of fresh viscera spilling onto her tongue. She would try to not show it, try to not let on that such vile predatory instincts were something she held, not to something as confoundingly infuriating and strangely alluring as Lilith, but despite that, she can’t help but move to take a single step closer. Another. Her eyes lingering on that plate.

“…You think that I would be invigorated by eating my own kin. How.”

[hellizens]

Alastor had lashed out and yelled at him. Lucifer still isn't over it.

He has only felt this intense dread twice in his long life: once when he was cast down, and then again when Lilith disappeared. Both times, he'd lost something precious to him. This time...he thought maybe he had lost something else.

He hadn't, thankfully. Alastor didn't cut off ties with him like he had been dreading he might, even if he had good reason to do so. He's aware of how Lilith can be, though maybe not completely; it's been seven years, after all. People can change in that sort of time. Now that he knows she won't even let the fact that Alastor is pregnant hold her back from attacking him...

He hadn't even known that Lilith was here. It must have happened while he was away from the hotel on an errand. It would be like her to attack when he isn't around, wouldn't it. She knows he's more powerful than she is and wouldn't want to put herself at risk.

She really has become cruel and heartless, not to mention cowardly. That isn't someone Lucifer wants in his life. He'd meant it when he said they were done, whether Alastor believed him or not.

...it hurts him that Alastor doesn't trust him. It hurts him that Alastor is hurting because of him. ...but if he tries to talk about it, it would probably make Alastor yell at him for playing the victim again.

Lucifer's hand tightens in his bangs as he sits at his desk, both elbows propping him up. He isn't working. He can't concentrate enough to work. This is bothering him too much.

Maybe he could talk to Charlie. Or Husk. But not Alastor. Not right now.

God he feels awful.

[gemscales-and-tea]

@lilitophidian has appeared

He stares down at her intensely. Thinking, thinking... she did look familiar but he never bothers to remember faces once the owners are of no use to him. And then it clicks.

".... Lilith."

The name is said as if he's greeting her, though it's always so hard to tell with him. Yes, he remembers now. The one that was first, that came before Eve. The one that went astray willingly instead of having to be tricked. How very amusing. Gabriel always did like the unconventional ones.

Though he wonders what she is doing here.

[flxshy]

@lilitophidian

Everything was happening so fast around him. He had lost everything so fast, and yet in the moment that his brother’s blade was to come down and deliver the blow that would cast him from heaven it seemed so slow. His eyes went to his wife, the beautiful blonde seeming just as frightened as he was. He had to protect her. 

His hand reached out for his brother, pleading for him to save the two of them, to save them from the war that had broke out in the heavens. This was not what he had wanted. The plan was to make it into the council and present their plans. To fight VERBALLY for their plans. 

Not to have a blade through his chest.

Definitely not to have the second blade through his side, but at least it gave him a chance to grab Lilith and protect her from the holy fire that engulfed him as they fell. Somehow remaining silent as the blaze nipped his flesh leaving open wounds along his limbs. 

When they landed Lucifer didn’t get up, cloven hooves shifting against the earth that now formed the beginning of hell. He couldn’t even will his body to move, the flames finally dying down and igniting the pentagram design, burning it into hell. 

The world was changed all because of a betrayal. 

“Lil… ith”

He willed his hand to lift only to find that his body failed him, tears running down his cheeks as he lay there. Too wounded and bleeding out. Golden fluids seeping into the ground below.

[radioaf-a]

Send 🔪 to stab my muse without explaination

@lilitophidian asked: 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

How lovely she was for turning him into a pin cushion

There was a chuckle because this felt more like a warning than anything else. A warning to not push her further then she had already been.

"Rough day Darling?" He hiss through his teeth with a tight grin because she always knew where to strike him where it truly hurt him. 

He pulled the knife out from where it had been embedded into his rib cage for the last time. Letting it fall to the floor along with the crimson liquid that's currently oozing from the radios demon.

Blood he had already given her gallons of the stuff what was a little more?

"As always my dear you never fail to surprise me, though this seems a little tame for you no?"

Arm coming to press hard cross his chest not that would help with the blood lost at this point.

"Do enlighten me what do you plan on doing next?"

[radiostarsz]

@lilitophidian ♡   for a STARTER

"How unexpected"

Alastor remarked, his voice laced with a hint of surprise as he peered into the depths of Lilith's eyes. The reunion after all these years had caught him off guard, yet he remained composed "Fate has a peculiar way of bringing beings like us together, does it not?"" his voice is just like a soft purr, filled with a tone of familiarity. "Hell brightens with your presence , my lady"

[xluciifer]

When your Wife finally comes back after 7 years of being gone and you want to spend time with her, but the first thing you see her do is cannibalizing someone. Lucifer's having Second Thoughts and is Feeling Conflicted. Still in love with her but what in the Unholy Fuck. @lilitophidian

[gctchell]

@lilitophidian asked: " Talk about looking in a mirror. " • For Lilith and I'll send a second for Niffty ♡

"Have I started talking back, or have you?" Ages upon ages of talking to her reflection and it appears someone has finally manifested. Lilith's head cants at Lilith, eyes giving a gleam of high intrigue and curiosity, studying her as she sets aside the herbs woven with blackened hair to dry.

[radioiaci]

@lilitophidian ⧐ 👚 + Frilly pink dress with ears in pigtails. Cackles in the distance DRESS MY MUSE UP 👚

"...I have no comments about this other than the simple fact that I make it look better than you think."

Sometimes, one just has to embrace it.

[originemesis]

...it's Lilith's bathwater.