#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.

[radiomurdeer]

@lilitophidian gets a starter cause the vibes are good.

Grief had a way of changing people. Alastor's mother had died, and with her the music and joy of life. Maybe if it had been a more peaceful death, he could have accepted it. An illness or injury that would give him time to come to terms.

But murder?

No, she'd been stolen from him, and Alastor couldn't let that stand.

He stood at a crossroads. Quite literally a turning point in his life, even as he laid out his offerings in the center of the empty road. it wasn't the first time someone had summoned a ruler of Hell here, and it wouldn't be he last. Alastor had no intentions on calling the Devil though. Laid out on a cloth of deep red, he set out each item carefully. Rose petals, cinnamon, silvery mugwort, and a glass cup in red. Next to them was a bottle of the nicest wine he could get his hands on - if he was lucky it hadn't been cut with water, but it was the Prohibition, he'd have to hope it'd still be accepted. The last thing recommended was animal blood, but that felt -- lesser. Alastor was young enough in his occult studies that he hadn't yet learned caution. Hadn't yet learned what a high price could be demanded and extracted when things when wrong, when the advice of those who'd come before wasn't followed. He didn't have a silver dagger, all he had was a kitchen knife, well loved and well used, and his own blood.

The words of the ritual came out haltingly, unfamiliar and strange, leaving a tingle on his tongue. Words of power as he sliced a shallow cut on the heel of his palm to let it drip down into the red glass.

Plip, plip, plop.

Now all that was left was to wait, and hope his entreaties had been heard.

[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.

[vassalagevenison]

@lilitophidian said they were gonna make me a starter but i wanted to do one so :P

"Please, Miss-Mistress," trying to get the words out, stammering out of stress. A body could only take so much and Blue tended for the extreme, always ready to burst at the seams. Kept on a constant state of on edge, nervous and anxious by design and desire. And yet they hadn't even started, the rules barely explained. "I don't... I don't like this game."

He whimpered, eyes wide and tears dripping freely, a never ending supply. How he seemed to always have them at the ready was a mystery. They flowed like a fountain, following tear-tracks long-since carved in the lines of his face. A pretty crier, which was about all he really had going for him when he reviled so much about himself. Glasses half-fogged and knocked askew over leaky faucets that pleaded for mercy. His own body betrayed him, grinding shamelessly against nothing, legs trying to press together to give himself some relief. Pale-tipped ears were a tell, flicking back in a less submissive sign. Quickly twisted, turned to appear the meek thing he wanted others to think of him as, had deluded himself into sometimes believing.

[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.”

[infernalight]

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meme / always accepting

@madefate ─ Haven't interacted with Claire much, but considering two of my mutuals have spoken only good things about her, I would say they are correct from what I've seen. I enjoy seeing her on my dash and definitely want to interact more. I think we have spoken a bit ooc and ic, but until I get caught up, I cannot confirm whether or not I'm remembering correctly. Either way, I love seeing Claire on my dash and definitely want to see her around more. :)

@hifimuses ─ Ahhhh Giggs. A blessing. Someone I adore and know I can always talk to whenever I need to no matter how much time has gone by. I miss interacting with you, we need to do something in the Hellaverse since I am still working on my blog for my MHA muses. Plus we still need to finish watching the Saw series. I miss talking to you, bb!! I'm gonna lay on you, I swear. Hold you here against your will, you can't run from me <3. Giggs has some pretty great muses and is just overall wonderful to have around, no matter how long I disappear for, he's always there for me!

@lilitophidian ─ Now, let me tell you about Bambi. We've only spoken like one time, but their (I could not find mun pronouns so please correct me if you prefer something different) writing is amazing!!! It's so good and so detailed and so gory and I am just in awe of it all! Their Lilith is unique and actually similar to how I have my own (specifically the siren part), but they are also so different and despite not interacting with them ic much, I love to stalk their blog. Hi, would also very much like ic interactions, too if that's okay. UwU?

@diresang ─ Okay, okay. DO NOT get me started on Raven. I absolutely love and adore Raven with my whole being. Another mutual I had from an old blog that I got back in touch with in the Hellaverse, but the funniest thing is despite being shy beans for the first few days of following each other, we had each other on discord and I literally had been wondering if they were the same Raven I knew and it WAS, but until Raven reached out to me on discord, nothing was confirmed. I am so happy they reached out to me because I have always adored them, no matter what fandom or muses they write. I absolutely love and adore them.

@e-m-p-error ─ Key is wonderful. I adore him. He's so sweet and has so many creative ideas. Different muses, different version of said muse, and no matter what they're writing it's sooo good. He's also very, very sweet. I always adore hearing from him and even though we haven't written much ic yet, I am excited to do more with him and his amazing muses!!

[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?"

[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.

[radiomurdeer]

@outofradios and I are up to shenanigans and making it @lilitophidian's problem

The chain tightened, a tug that wasn't to be ignored. Alastor didn't usually indulge in sleep, finding it a waste of time. But when Lilith called, he had no choice but to obey.

The first thing he noticed upon arriving was himself. Arriving at the same time, each step in perfect synchronization. A sense of screeching feedback with a creature that shared the same frequency he inhabited in close proximity. A slight widening of the eyes, barely perceptible, confusion quickly smothered. A mutual agreement made within the split second of before turning to Lilith with a smile.

"You called, my dear?"

[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

[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.

[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.