#lucias

[nightmaresyrup]

Don't let the Lucias catch you working on Feast Day.

[aestheticallypleasinganimeboys]

Lucias - King's Raid

[meat-pvppet]

ok so im gonna infodump under the cut cuz im insane

warning! this all probably makes no sense and is really really messy

so remember this guy?

ive been reworking him actually ever since last year but i just never found a concept design i liked fully

yeah hes the one im gonna be reworking (and who im probably renaming to Lucius Donovan)

and tbh i still dont have one but whatever im gonna blast you all with his lore or what i got so far atleast (if youve been here long enough he might be a wittle familiar)

anyway he's the founder and sole human worker for a tech company focused on manufacturing robots and prosthetics

he was a prodigy whos been building rudimentary robots ever since he was a teenager, his eldest bot and personal assistant having been around since he was 17

when he started his business, he sought to help humanity using his bots, believing that humans were frail and robotic companions helping them would lessen the burden and help humanities chances of not imploding hopefully

once he started making a name for himself, he got into a huge accident (either caused by his own recklessness or a secondary character that ill need to polish up still) that took his legs, arm and a chunk of his face (mostly around the eyes and frontal lobe and a bit of his mouth)

still figuring out the full extent of the damage but just know his torso didn't go unscathed cuz obviously

most of the damage was obviously from the accident itself but also from getting crushed by rubble

its a miracle he even survived, but he was basically half dead so his bots were the ones to revive him using the tech he had already developed

the accident made him more reclusive and paranoid (not that anyone other than his walls know that cuz we love a guy whos really reclusive and paranoid and hides it all behind a mask of confidence), now adding more security measures to every bot he manufactured, even making it so every bot he had sent him the logs of their every action and everything they saw in case they couldnt identify smth properly

also following the accident he became less empathetic than he already was, making it difficult for him to understand more emotional reasonings behind things

also also following the accident, he began using robotic copies of himself to make public appearances whenever he really needs to cuz he thinks with how he is now he's no longer presentable in a way

and also cuz his paranoia and anxiety is so high he genuinely believes something horrible will happen to him or others as soon as he steps out of his factory that basically doubles as his home at this point due to him doing nothing but work all day

there are a few of these clones just

fucking around in his factory though, specifically in the underground facilities, that work as security

And also a way to bait people who do end up reaching the underground facilities looking to kill him or smth

also due to the nature of his prosthetics (and years of trial and error after the accident to improve them) hes kinda got a pseudo immortality thing going on where all this tech is basically gonna keep his body from failing

anyway he can keep adding more and more tech if something goes wrong

but then that makes him think about how disconnected he is from being human at this point

hes more metal than flesh and that makes him anxious

at what point is he just another one of his bots?

[dc-ocs-200x]

Wrath felt a stinging in its hand. It would've liked to brag that it wasn't anything it wasn't used to but the pain wasn't subsiding. If anything, it felt like it was getting worse. The only thing that gave it satisfaction, enough to over look the pain, was seeing Cain gripping his own hand, curses still spewing from his mouth. Oh if this child wasn't a part of a special project, Cain could just strangle it. Alas, the best he could do was take his frustration out on his brother and revel in the fact the child was feeling some retaliation for his act, without the elder having to lay a hand on it.

"You! Go deal with that little brat! You've done nothing helpful just standing there like a brainless buffoon, like always!" he hissed, bumping into Abel harshly as he passed. Abel looked to Wrath in worry. The child had already dared to attack Cain, what really was stopping it from taking a go at him too? Regardless, not being in the mood to further infuriate Cain, lest the older kill him, effectively leaving Cain alone with the kid, which currently sounded dangerous for both parties, he approached cautiously and with enough distance for him to hopefully move back should Wrath try and bite him as well.

Wrath currently watched Abel with nothing short of distrust for him. If it was a cat, no doubt it's back would be arched upwards, claws drawn, and hairs on end. It just had to settle for a look that could kill though. Cain had slipped into another room to see Gluttony, the charming little girl already seeming to have the older brother wrapped around her little finger, leaving Abel alone to deal with Wrath and its glare.

"Now, Wrath, what seems to have you so upset, hm? You know, biting Cain wasn't very nice... and I'm sure your hand is hurting... may I take a look at it?"

As soon as Abel outstretched his hand to take the child's, Wrath took two steps away. Abel furrowed his brows lightly. Not the reaction he was expecting. A theory came to mind that he wanted to test, so he took a step closer. In response, Wrath took another back, baring its teeth as if a silent warning. Abel sucked in a little breath, nodding once to himself in confirmation.

He offered Wrath an anxious but gentle, and almost pitying, smile, "Its ok to be scared you know. This is a big, new, frightening place, hm?"

Hearing such a word, Wrath jerked back another step, only to puff its chest out, "Not scared," it uttered. Still Abel noted a little tremble laying underneath Wrath's words.

"Its ok to be," he assured again, pausing before lowering himself a bit to one knee, hoping to appear less threatening, all adults in Wrath's life had proven to be, from Abel's understanding. He hoped this would ease it some.

Wrath watched, brows furrowing in confusion, but only for a moment before trying to take on its intimidating expression once more. It honestly was astonishingly menacing for a child that age, barely 11 years old. Still, Abel held firm, now noticing the child's eyes slightly widened, fear on a much clearer display now that he was at eye level with it.

"You say you're not scared... what are you feeling then?" Abel tried.

That perplexed look overtook Wrath's face once more, then something of contemplation, and finally determination shining in its now red eyes, "Strong!"

Abel blinked, unable to resist a small chuckle leaving him as he nodded gently, "Yes... yes, you are very strong... strong... isn't really an emotion though... what do you think, little one?"

The confidence in the child wavered, while holding its body still in a bold manner, it's eyes showed a different story, an almost glossy type of lost casting over them. A sympathetic smile appeared on Abel's face, "Its ok not to know too... and it's ok to feel a lot of emotions at once. We'll navigate it together, hm? Let's start easy. Are you happy?"

Wrath scrunched it's nose as though disgusted by the idea, shaking its head firmly.

"Excellent!" Abel praised, "So we're not happy. What about... disgusted?"

Wrath thought a moment before shaking its head once more.

"Alright... are you... angry?"

Wrath felt blank at that, persistence melting away in an instant. It's brows furrowed deeper than before truly putting thought into the idea. Abel's patience didn't falter regardless, even as the seconds stretched to minutes. Three minutes, in fact.

Finally, it shook its head. Abel heaved out a sigh of relief, "Good... and how about sad, are you sad?"

There was that lost puppy look once more, eyes somehow seeming to water over even more, the child's breath got caught in its throat, making it jerk its head backwards in what could only be described as panic, rubbing furiously at its eyes. Abel frowned gently at this, humming, "Its ok to cry too, Wrath."

Wrath shook its head back and forth rapidly, Abel winced, genuinely worried about the child hurting its eyes in doing so, seeing as it hadn't removed its fists from their position over them.

Abel went to speak but was cut off with the door finally opening, Cain reentered looking significantly more calmed with the little girl in his arms, happily munching on a few cookies.

"Well? Have you gotten that feral thing to behave?" he demanded, brow arched in seeing the position Abel was in.

The younger caretaker sighed, "We were making progress," he hummed, slowly raising and approaching Cain, taking note of Wrath's internal walls shooting up seeing his brother enter. Abel hummed gently, gently petting Gluttony's hair. The little girl giggled happily seeing both men looking between them both.

"Hello sweet girl," Abel cooed gently, "are you being a good girl for Uncle Cain?"

Gluttony nodded happily, "Always!" the toddler chirped. Abel smiled nodding.

"I know, you're always a good girl, hmm?" Gluttony giggled and nodded. Abel smiled more satisfied, especially pleased when he saw his brother briefly peck Gluttony's forehead, gaze hooked on Cain now.

"We were making progress," he repeated softly, "I think its just scared... maybe sad. I haven't been able to get that answer out of it yet... it's trying not to cry, Cain.." both turned their gaze to Wrath, who had thankfully removed its hands from its eyes by now, now looking in a distant gaze. It's eyes unfocused as if trying to decide if it wanted to look at the floor in misery or at the brothers with unease.

Cain scoffed softly, "Honestly.." he grumbled.

Abel frowned, "Its just a child too, Cain..."

"I know that powder brain," Cain sneered, looking at the child once more then sighed, moving closer. Gluttony giggled, clinging to Cain's shirt in feeling them moving once more. Though upon seeing the saddened older child, she paused frowning gently.

"Sad, Uncle," she whimpered.

"Yes darling. Don't worry. Uncle is going to take care of it," Cain murmured. He kneeled in front of Wrath who bared its teeth once more trying to shuffle some steps away.

"Stay," Cain warned, sternly, "now then. What's upsetting you, little one?" Wrath narrowed it's eyes, Cain merely did the same in return, paired with an unimpressed eyebrow raise, "You're going to have to talk and get used to me because we will, most certainly, not be doing this everyday. Do you understand me?"

Wrath grunted then nodded, grumbling out, "Yes.."

Cain blinked, a brief moment of surprise at actually hearing its voice, that being the first civil answer it had provided in the week and a half it'd been here-- for granted, two of those days were occupied with the sickness that fell over the all the kids in the immortality process.

"Good. Then explain. My ignoramus of a brother mentioned you trying not to cry. Why?"

Wrath set its jaw tight and stuck its chin out, silently pondering over an answer, "....Not suppose to cry.." it finally mumbled.

Cain snorted softly, making Wrath glare a little bit, "And who told you that?"

"...Father.." it mumbled, rubbing at its eyes again, a barely noticeable break in its voice at the single answer.

Cain hummed then nodded, "Your father, clearly, was not capable of handling emotions properly. You're 11. You're a child, cry if you need to."

Wrath looked alarmed by the statement, bewildered at the mere prospect of having permission to cry. Against its will, more tears brimmed up. Frantically, it started scrubbing once more, a panicked noise tearing from the back of its throat.

Abel took a step or two closer, careful to not invade too much into Cain's personal bubble, "Everyone cries, darling. Just let it out. Its ok."

Wrath lowered its hands slightly to look at the adults, just waiting for one to exclaim it was some cruel joke, or perhaps one to strike it the moment it followed the coaxing words advice. Eventually it's gaze fell onto Gluttony. The little girl looked worried for the other child, but noticing it focused on her now, she offered a smile hoping it would comfort it. Wrath noticed how happy she looked, it wanted that. Wrath wanted to be happy.

"C-cry?" it uttered out.

Gluttony blinked confused, Cain nodded in answer, "Yes, she's cried before Wrath. Everyone has. It's a simple reaction."

It's lip trembled, if the girl had cried and was now happy, maybe it was a key to becoming happy. It took a moment, having to physically remember how to cry, but as soon as that first cry spilled out it felt as though it wouldn't be able to stop. Gluttony clung tightly to Cain in worry and slight fear. Cain snorted but moved back subtly nodding Abel to handle the sobbing child.

Abel obliged, moving yo the child and wrapping a reassuring arm around it, producing a handkerchief that wouldn't be missed once stained with snot and tears. Wrath wailed all the same, clinging to Abel almost desperately. Cain watched with a satisfied smile, only breaking that when Gluttony tugged on his coat making him look down to her.

"It cry?" Gluttony whimpered.

Cain nodded, "Yes... but it needs to, dear," he assured kissing her forehead gently.

"Get be'er?"

"Yes... Yes. Don't you worry about that. Wrath will feel much better."

Gluttony looked to the child and her uncle who was whispering reassuring nothings to it and smiled a bit at knowing it would all be better soon, enjoying the idea of her new, ever-growing family.

[lovingtravelnet]

St. Lucia's Day: Swedish Festival of Light

St. Lucia’s Day is a beloved holiday in Sweden that is celebrated on December 13th each year. It is a festival of light that marks the beginning of the Christmas season and honors Santa Lucia, a young Christian martyr who died in 304 AD. The origins of St. Lucia’s Day are rooted in both Christian and pagan traditions. In Sweden, the holiday has been celebrated since the 18th century and is a time…

[ionomycin]

Maiden of Light

[pbk420]

[jareckiworld]

Lucia Dovičáková — Dreaming About Death on Pink Sofa (oil, canvas, 2022)

[forsapphics]

Abbi Jacobson & Jodi Balfour's Wedding (June 5, 2024)

photographed by Lucia Bell-Epstein (x)

[mad2001-4]

Another Age Regression story written for me (and technically my friend) so feel free to move along if you don't like it.

The nightmares delve into mentioned violence and past abuse so tread lightly.

Lucias woke in a cold sweat, tears immediately pricking its eyes. Despite its head feeling bogged down in a sensation it was still adjusting to, the nightmare still insisted to play on repeat in its head. Screams both horrified and cruelly delighted, the smell of smoke and iron wafting directly up to its nose, fear coursing through its shaky and pained body.

Its problem was it could recall every single fight it'd endured under its biological father's care. Every outcome, every face, everything that transpired afterwards, eleven years worth of torture perfectly etched into its memories and some bothered it more than others, but the one that decided to ransack its dreams tonight was the one that truly had it the most scared.

The first fight it almost genuinely lost its life. A six year old against a thirteen year old. It truly was by some miracle it survived, it wondered if it was a blessing from Satan, preparing it for its apparently destined role that would come five years later.

Regardless of that fact, it didn't feel six-years-old, it didn't even feel the millennia worth of years it was. It felt so much smaller, making the nightmare of helplessness all the more frightening. It rubbed at its eyes a moment before sitting up in bed, nervously slipping the collar of its sleep shirt into its mouth to suck and chew on. With this done, it carefully got out of bed, whimpering softly at the trembling its legs did in response to this, but it still managed its way out and towards the stairs to get something to settle its nerves.

In its younger headspace, it neglected the creaking of the stair floorboards, all exoect in to cutl into itself, sucking anxiously on its shirt at the loud, frightening noises. However, it wasn't the only one bothered, being close to the stairs, it took Raven nothing to hear this. Darcey did as well sitting up slightly.

"Who the fuck could be up at this hour?" the redhead whined.

Raven grunted, "How am I supposed to know, moron?"

"Go look and tell them to keep it down!" Darcey insisted burying himself back into the pillows.

Raven rolled his eyes slightly, "Why would I do th-" he was cut off by a thud next. He narrowed his eyes a moment before groaning softly, rubbing his face a moment before indeed getting up out of bed. As much as they all were pains in his ass, Raven still didn't really want anyone in the family hurt. Some more than others, but that was besides the point right now.

As he reached the door, Lust called out, "Hurry back, so we can cuddle!"

Raven rolled his eyes slightly but made his way out. It didn't take long for him to see the tall form of Lucias there at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing it's forehead. The hornless family member frowned gently in confusion at this. For a big guy, Lucias was quiet and agile and skilled. So this.... this sight took Raven by surprise.

"Luci?" Raven asked in a whisper moving much more careful down the stairs. Lucias jerked it's head back, red eyes widened with a fresh set of tears filling its eyes, sucking, and as a result slobbering, on the shirt. Raven furrowed his brows further.

"Hey... you ok?"

Wrath desperately wanted to conjure up the words to explain but the task felt far too big and difficult, that alone frustrated it, angered it, enough for the tears to staer to spill forwards which tipped Envy off further. Wrath hardly ever let anyone see it cry, with perhaps an exception to Salem, someone Raven was wholeheartedly considering to get.

"Hey.. talk to me, Luce, what's up? What's the matter?" he asked tone becoming more and more gentle with worry.

Lucias produced some odd hiccup noise, shaking its head, "Wawer.." was all it mustered out, trembling obvious even in its tone. Raven narrowed his eyes a moment before it all clicked into place, making perfect sense. He couldn't help his eyes widening in realization.

"Oh... oh shit," he mumbled, looking away a moment to further process before he looked back to Wrath, "Hey big guy... are..." he sucked in a breath, interrupting his train of thought of how the hell he was supposed to ask this question. It was one thing to picture childish Darcey as a little. It was a whole other thing to picture big sibling Lucias as a little.

What didn't help was he really wasn't sure how much Lucias even knew about it all, it certainly never brought up age regression or anything.

"You need some help?" he finally settled on.

Wrath sniffled slightly, rubbing at its eye a moment before nodding a little bit, "P-p'ease..." it croaked.

"Cmon little guy," Envy hummed guiding it to the kitchen, "so uh Luci... are you... little?"

Luci sniffled nodding a little bit, "Uh huh... get 'eally.... wittle... hawd t-to ta'k..."

Raven hummed finding the lidded cups Cain and Abel had kept for when the children were sick to avoid messes, "Sounds pretty little, Luce... what were you going to do down here?"

"Get wawer..."

"By yourself?" he asked gently, "You want water or milk?"

Lucias started to nod before its eyes lit up a little at the offer, "Mi'kie...? Wa'm... wike Muddy make it?"

Raven paused at that, but made some quick assumptions, "Sure buddy," he hummed filling it up before popping it in the microwave a moment, "Muddy... is that Sal?"

Lucias nodded, "Uh huh... Muddy... make f'om... mummy a-an' daddy..."

Raven hummed softly, put slightly at ease knowing Wrath didn't take care of itself like this, "I see... cute pick," he hummed gently, "Do you know if your Muddy is awake?"

"Sure am," a third voice came quietly making the two look over, Raven sighing relieved as Lucias's eyes lit up.

"Muddy!" it cooed cheerfully.

Salem chuckled, coming over and hugging Wrath's head to their body gently, "Hi bear," she cooed softly, "what's my bitsy baby doing up?"

"Bad d'eam, Muddy," Lucias whimpered gently nuzzling them, being careful of its horns so it wouldn't poke them, "get wawer... Ven hewp.."

"I see," he murmured, kissing its forehead gently, "Thank you for helping Raven... I appreciate it. I can handle it now though if you want to head back to bed."

Raven nodded slightly retrieving the cup and setting it in front of Lucias before starting to walk away, "Wait," Sloth called softly making him pause in his steps, "how'd you know about Luce and little space?"

Raven hummed, he sure wasn't going to expose himself but he fended off a smirk as he answered, "Darcey, he's got one too."

Salem hummed softly, understanding, before looking down at a little whine from Lucias who was trying to suck both on the straw and its shirt, "Oh bitty, you gotta let go of your shirt first," she cooed, gently pulling the shirt collar down allowing Lucias to slip the straw in and properly drink from it, "There you go... now we can cuddle and make that bad dream go away."

Raven snorted slightly but left the two to their devices to head to his room once more. Hearing the door, Darcey popped his head back up.

"About time.." he slurred, holding his arms out with a yawn, "what happened?"

Raven shook his head gently crawling into bed and pulling Darcey on top of him slightly, "Nothing interesting," he fibbed, not wanting to spill Lucias's secret if it wasn't ready.

Darcey hummed nuzzling him gently, "Missed you..." he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck once settled.

Raven hummed again, "Get some rest, Darce, it's late," he murmured gently. As Raven drifted off, however, he couldn't help but wonder just how many other family members were secretly living a little life on the side.

[local-dragon-haunt]

I sure do love my strong women and pathetic men

[acecroft]

MELISSA BARRERA as Joey/Ana Lucia Cruz in Abigail (2024)

[dc-ocs-200x]

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Trigger Warnings: Beginning of Backstory delves into kid fights (like dog fights but with kids), murder, and imprisonment.

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General Information

Name: Wrath "Lucias"

Nicknames: Lu, Luce, Luci, Lu-Lu, Little Soldier, Braxie

Age: Melina years worth, physically appears to only be 22-24

Species: Embodiment of wrath, immortal being, once was a Cambion

Gender: AMAB, identities as agender

Pronouns: it/its/itself

Sexuality: Demisexual panromantic

D.O.B.: October 29th

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio ♏️

Alignment: Bounces between Chaotic Good and Neutral Neutral/Neutral Good depending on if it's angry or not

Classification: Alpha

Physical Appearance

Skin color: White with a reddish-tan tint

Hair Color: Half black (left side), half white (right side)

Hair Style: Doesn't put much effort into its hair, often leaving it messy looking, it's length often stays just below it's ears (per Cain's demands) but it has had it longer and shorter before

Eye Color: Red

Wears: Much like it's hairstyle, Wrath isn't fussy over what it wears, when it's in control of its outfits it usually goes with comfortable shirts, sometimes a hoody, and pants (grunge style pants either ripped, with chains, or with deigned patches), however when asked, it has been known to wear the more formal taste of it's uncles choices, frilly button ups and all

Personality

Personality: Wrath is the walking form of 'if looks could kill'. To be the barer of the sin of wrath, it is surprisingly calm and not one to immediately jump into conflict. When it is worked up, however, all hell breaks loose. It has a surprisingly big heart for that sin as well, willing to take on all the responsibility of everyone's safety against anyone or anything. Emotions are not Wrath's forte, seeing as it had been taught to suppress them from a young age but it has worked on better expressing itself, throughly interested in the emotions it can feel and how far those feelings can go. In pair with not being good with its feelings, it doesn't express them too much as a means of intimidation, it wants strangers to be weary of it, and in turn of its family, as a means to protect them. While having a stronger build due to its powers, Wrath is extremely skillful and agile, very light on its toes mainly from its days before it was sin barer of wrath. While not popping up all the time, Wrath can be extremely sensitive especially with its past as it can remember every fight it has gone through, every face of every child its fought (and killed), every outcome of the fights, on those days it tends to be more secluded and moody, though it tries not to make it obvious not wanting to worry its family. It has a photographic memory.

Likes: Cuddling, being held, cooking, protecting others, learning, being read to, emotions, rain and mud puddles, playful wrestling, coloring

Dislikes: Being seen as weak, nightmares, it's photographic memory, having its picture taken, pettiness, not having some kind of control over its emotions

Fears: Hurting others, being heavily reminded of its past, being seen/called evil, mild fear of strong storms

Quotes

Quote 1: "If you have something to say, then say it out loud, jackass."

Quote 2: "I am being nice. Do I make you angry, uneasy?"

Quote 3: "Preferred pronouns?"

Quote 4: "Alright, Lu. A bit easier, huh?"

Quote 5: "By choice. They can respect me regardless of what I go by. Can you?"

Quote 6: "So... we kinda have that in common, Uncle Cain? Your mark and my mark, as a reminder?"

Quote 7: "Stop asking me questions, I hate to see you cry."

Quote 8: "We are one in the same. Oh, you take all of the pain away."

Quote 9: "She.... she was... sweet... always looking out for me... tried shielding me from dad and his ways.... but, as he put it 'she couldn't do it forever'... she'd hug me close and tell me things about the human life every night. But every night it was something different. Lullabies, stories, sometimes she'd ramble random facts until I fell asleep."

Relationship With Other Characters

Envy "Raven": One of Wrath's best friends and one of two sins that it's willing to be a little more open with in regards to its insecurities and fears, Wrath refuses to let anyone hurt a hair on Envy's head and it dares anyone to try, it is willing to take Envy's vents, even going as far as to provoke his anger just to help his mood, letting him wrestle with it.

Pride "Athena": Sees Pride as its little sister making it protective over her, especially as it saw Envy and Pride practically glued to the hip when they all were children, it enjoys letting her fuss over its hair and outfits, gladly going along with whatever she wants to put it in.

Greed "Lux": Has a bad tendency to regard Greed like an immature child, often expecting him to break his toys and whine about it afterwards that said, Wrath does find something endearing about it, truly seeing Greed as it's baby brother.

Gluttony "Nyx": Like all the other sins, Gluttony was the youngest sibling it grew up with for a while, so that automatically makes it a lot more protective of her, this is where it's big sibling tendencies shine the brightest.

Sloth "Salem": The Yin to Wrath's Yang, Salem gets to see all sides of Wrath, except for its utter rage (something Wrath thankfully doesn't feel much of these days and is something it doesn't want to show Sloth, worried it will either hurt or scare them), the two balance each other out extremely well, Sloth being the only person that can quickly calm it back down.

Lust "Darcey": More often than not, these two do not get along, Wrath sees Lust as an annoying nuisance, and while Lust doesn't have a thing against Wrath himself, he definitely doesn't help his case by teasing it, that said Wrath still will not tolerate slander against Lust's name and is more than ready to protect and defend him.

Cain: Cain and Wrath do not always see eye to eye, that being said, Wrath is more than prepared to step up to defend Cain against anyone taking it as 'no one gets to say you're a piece of shit except for the people that live in this house', and Cain does hold plenty of endearment towards Wrath himself, finding its wrathful and even violent tendencies entertaining at times.

Abel: Abel was another adult that helped Wrath with its emotional regulation, while not quite to the extent Satan is due to Abel being a rather gentle soul, he was the best adult to calm it down, especially when it was still young, even now as an adult when it feels itself growing agitated but it's usual sources of comfort are busy with their own things, Wrath will be content to go and be simply held by Abel for a short time to settle itself.

Satan: While these two started off extremely rocky, they have an amazing relationship now, Satan helping teach Wrath some kinds of emotional regulation and ways to calm its anger, Satan is the one adult it feels understands its feelings and can help it the best.

Freyja: Sees Freyja as a part of the family, wholeheartedly, it doesn't think there could be anyone to better fit in with their ragtag bunch, and suit Pride so perfectly, that said it is a creature of few words towards her, not that Wrath is much of a talker to anyone.

Mina: Wrath throughly impressed and interested about Mina, seeing as it was one of the first to see that she was a lot more sneaky and clever than she let on, and then being able to survive Greed and his temper tantrums, it will playfully dismiss her as just as childish as Greed seeing as she is his 'playmate' but there obviously is a lot more respect for her than it let's on.

Achilles: Just like Amityville, it automatically took Achilles somewhat under its care, it's not the most present mentor but it is very willing to teach Achilles what it can, especially in regards to his demon powers having seen all of it in Hell, it was the first to point out that his wings are a weapon and not just in the sense they allow him to fly, it also offers what it can in regards to emotions controlling one's physical strength and how to balance the two out.

Amityville: As mentioned, Wrath became somewhat of a mentor to Amity, just as it is for Achilles, also teaching her about her demon powers especially in regards to her tail which also is not just there for decoration, it got to know Amity a little bit easier due to them having a lot of one on one time during the nights, with them both being night owls, it helps out whenever and wherever it can also in regards to emotions, it may not be good at expressing its own but there's no denying it has done its studying.

Backstory

Wrath was born to a woman, Clementine, who wanted children but was unable to have any, leading her to make a deal with an incubus who promised her a child, what the woman didn't realize was she was signing away her life. As soon as she became pregnant, she was locked away in Hell by said incubus. The pregnancy was rough and resulted in Lucias. The first year was as normal as things could be in Hell, but by age two, Lucias had its natural demon abilities peeking through as well as advancing far past the average human two-year-old making its father, Frollo, decide it was time for some 'fun'. He signed Wrath up for a local fight in Hell, 'kid fights' as they were called where demon children of all ages fought each other often times to the death, but at the very least severe injury. From there, that was what what its life consisted of. Training and fighting. It's only break from the horrific cycle was the nighttime, the only time Clementine was able to see her baby. She'd hold it close and soothe it to sleep with talk of the human world and what it was like, sometimes singing lullabies to it, sometimes random facts, stories, whatever she could think of at the time. This, tragically, came to a hard stop when Frollo finally fully drained Clementine of her life-force. He locked her away from Lucias and he forced it to continue fighting for his and other Hellish beings amusement. This was its life until it was about 11 when Cain and Abel got ahold of it. It being framed almost as a kidnapping Lucias was extremely weary of them at first, when it became immortal it took the illness better than most of the other kids, going practically comatose through the first day and sleeping it on and off through the second. Once better was when it first attacked Cain, but with Abel helping talk it back down, Lucias was able to begin its road to being the sin barer of Wrath. It first met Sloth when Cain and Abel brought home their limp body. Wrath was immediately fascinated and infatuated, often sneaking into the room even when not allowed. It was practically glued at the hip once it was able to be.

Extra Information

It's immortality tattoo is placed on the very center of its back, right on the spine which is said to be the most painful spot.

Wrath was originally named Abraxas by its parents, but when Cain and Abel found it, it came up with the first name it could and that eventually stuck. Wrath doesn't mind as it feels this seperates it from it's dad.

It has a scar on its right hand in the shape of a bite mark which it got from when it bit Cain upon still being new to the House of Mysteries.

Is (currently) the only sin that I've adapted to the Netflix version of Sandman, Lucias being a living embodiment of wrath made in order to keep the Waking world's wrath at bay.

While being Satan's sin barer of Wrath, Wrath also is the ruler of the Anger ring of hell.

During its time as a fighter it has seen children like each of the sins die, sometimes even by its own hands.

It has two full on fangs in place of its canines.

When it and Cain get into altercations (very rarely does it happen) both more try to restrain the other into submission more than hurt the other seeing as Cain's mark means Wrath gets hurt seven fold and Wrath is strong enough to cause a lot of physical hurt to Cain, neither want to see the other hurt though.

Despite how they look, Wrath's horns have a kind of velvety texture to them, it's also a bit of a pleasure spot for it in the same response a cat gives to being pet.

Wrath's powers include super strength and super stamina, it also has some lower grade demon powers like energy manipulation but it's been so long since it has used it that it would take some time and energy for it to tap back into it.

A very distinct speech pattern of Wrath's includes skipping letters in its words (some examples I've done in my writings include: 'nimals, suppose', and what're).

Has a love hate relationship with fire.

It's adoption day is celebrated August 5th.

It was the second child obtained but is the oldest in age.

Little Soldier is its special nickname from Cain and Abel, neither are really sure who started it but it simply stuck.

Playlist

You're Not Welcome, Naethan Apollo, 2:30

Mama, My Chemical Romance, 4:38 (♡Theme Song)

Hell's Coming With Me, Poor Man's Poison, 3:32

I Am Damaged, Barret Wilbert Weed & Ryan McCartan, 1:25

My Demons, STARSET, 4:47

Surface Pressure, Jessica Darrow, 3:21

Picrews made of it (not all include its horns or split hair because they weren't an option for the picrew)

One of my favorite Tik Toks of it (Very hard choice because I loved almost all of its)

Defending Cain against someone (idea gotten from the original Dreaming comics issue #8).

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