#muse;; a deal with the devil (lucifer morningstar)

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;; So we were watching more Sandman last night and we got to the episode with Lucifer. I know that Sandman and Lucifer the shows are DC and I was really looking forward to my favorite Luci boy making an appearance..

Not that Gwendoline Christie didn't do a good job. She was amazing!

It did get me thinking about my Luci interacting with Dream/Morpheus. The shit that man could teach Dream about the waking world!! Dream also reminds me of an old muse from way forever ago and maybe that's why I love him so much....

But I would love for Lucifer to interact with Dream. Are there any Sandman rpers out there?????

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Lucifer poured them both a generous glass of whiskey, sliding one over to Morpheus. He took a drink from his own, keen eyes watching the man as he took in anything he had to say. If it was a matter involving his establishment, then of course it was something Lucifer was concerned about. He did not enjoy any who invaded what was his. Destroying what he had built was off limits, for anyone, and that most certainly included nightmares.

"And let me take a wild guess, his calling card is eyes -- or lack there of?"

There was clear anger in his words, though it was not entirely directed at Dream. Mostly the situation at hand. "I take it that this...Nightmare of yours went out of control while you were...indisposed?" He almost wondered why a sibling hadn't aided the man, but he knew better than anyone that not all siblings were on your side.

"Do you know where your nightmare is now? If he's still in this area?"

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Lucifer was listening, even as he spoke to those that had approached. Whispers of deals here, a compliment there. He was quite amused at the discomfort the Dream King seemed to be displaying. The way he seemed to recoil from the crowds was all too amusing. For a King that focused on the dreams of others, he did not seem to take pleasure in humanity.

Though, he supposed that would be partially the fault of the one who locked him away for just over a hundred years. Poor thing.

“You don’t care for my company?” He asked with a hint of playfulness, but he did comply with his request. After all, it was that nightmare that he had issues with as well. Looking back to the crowds, his voice boomed once again. “I apologize everyone! I will return after some much needed business is taken care of!” With that announcement, he gave a wave to the crowds before Lucifer took a step back up the stairs and turned, heading back up the way he had just come from. He was expecting Morpheus to follow him.

Lucifer led him into an elevator, welcoming the Dream King to his penthouse suite above the club. The music was drowned out, barely audible in his suite. The place was lavishly furnished, and there were no crowds or unexpected guests. “Can I temp you with anything to drink?” Luci asked as he made a beeline for his personal bar, drawing out a cannister of whiskey and pouring himself a glass, “You do drink, don’t you?”

Dream followed close behind as Lucifer led the way to the penthouse, trying his best not to balk at the attention that they were getting. “I have no desire to divulge matters concerning my realm in front of mortals,” he said.

He was grateful when they stepped out into the large suite, appreciating it for the quiet if not necessarily its design. His brows drew together as the lord of hell offered him a mortal libation, wanting to decline but remembering that it would be best to seem agreeable for now.

“As you will,” Dream said. “I will have whatever you are having.” He paused, then added: “Thank you.”

He stepped towards the bar, his hands folded neatly in front of himself. He studied Lucifer’s features and tried to determine if the genial disposition was an act, or if he was genuinely open to hearing out Dream’s supplication.

He looked thoughtfully at the cannister of whiskey that Lucifer held, and decided that he would have to be honest. “The nightmare I was speaking of,” he said. “He is dangerous. I believe he has been using your establishment as his hunting grounds, and I am here to unmake him.”

The last was added with a touch of grudging admittance: “I will need to find him, before I can do so.”

[amischiefofdeets]

LUCIFER

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CHARACTER SUMMARY

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Cast out from heaven despite his good intentions, Lucifer is the King of Hell, the head honcho himself- but it's not a title he's particularly attached to. Generally just serving as figurehead in most recent years, it was only as his daughter needed his help that he stepped back into the limelight and assisted in the fight against Heaven. There's no want to go to war but he'll do what he has to in order to keep his daughter safe and try to make her dream of rehabilitating sinners come true.

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MUSE DETAILS

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Name: Lucifer Morningstar Nicknames: Luci, King of Hell, The Devil. Race: Fallen Angel Born: N/A Died: N/A Age: N/A Height: 5'4 Gender: Male Sexuality: Pansexual Location: Hell, Hazbin Hotel Occupation: King of Hell Abilities: Angelic power, strength, flight, portal creation, shapeshifting, size manipulation, conjuration, liquid manipulation, duplication, demonic magic, pyrokinesis, fire breath, teleportation, musical talent, instrumental talent, craftsmanship, hand-to-hand combat. Reputation: The absent king of hell, while he'd mostly have respect from sinners due to his status, he doesn't really engage with any of them. Meaning he's little more than a figurehead to most. Mental state: Dealing with loneliness, depression, and trauma from his fall.

Scars: Various small scars on his body from falling. Tattoos: N/A Alignment: Neutral Good Goals: Protect his daughter Charlie, try to make her dreams come true. Hobbies: Crafting things, currently that's been small rubber ducks. Playing music. Likes: Ducks, spending time with his daughter Charlie, making a homecooked meal, making people smile. Dislikes: Too much social interaction (overwhelming!!), seeing the pain and suffering of Hell, evil for evil's sake. Disabilities: Autistic, has PTSD Family: Charlie Morningstar - Daughter Lilith - Wife - Estranged

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#UNMARRED - Canon + HC Based

Set before his fall, this is Angel Lucifer. A dreamer and creator of unnappreciated wonders - or at least he thinks they're wonders.

#UPRISING - Canon + HC Based

Set early-ish after his fall, this is during his time as a more active leader for Hell. This verse will also be used for the prior fight against Heaven, before the exterminations took place.

#REIGNITED - Canon + HC BasedSet during/post s1.

Lucifer was called upon by his daughter to step in and help, though he was reluctant to accept sinners could change, he knows his daughter can do anything she sets her mind to- and he intends to help.

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[thecursedhellblazer]

@blindeddevil​​​ asked: 🌟 x 3 (John & Nick) 

Send 🌟 for a headcanon about our muses’ relationship

John has very mixed feelings when it comes to Nick. Usually, he tries to keep his head straight when he has to deal with evil forces and opponents, whether they are from Hell, Earth or some other realm. It’s the only way he can keep himself steady and his head straight, even when things get awfully personal between him and whoever (or whatever) he is dealing with. With Nick, however, it can get even harder than it usually is. After their first clash, John came to realise that, willing or not, he and the Devil had perhaps a bit too much of an understanding of each other. There were things they could relate to, common ground they could find an agreement on, facts and truth that made them both angry and even sad, from time to time. After years of dealing with the Darkness, after so many efforts to  himself from falling into Its alluring embrace, he finds himself to deal with a literal case of “sympathy for the Devil”. It’s not an issue when he and Nick are sitting at some pub, sharing a beer or a glass of wine, but it becomes one hell of a problem when they are supposed to antagonise each other.

After learning how much Nick insists on being called that and nothing else, John takes up on using every other kind of name except the one the Devil wants to hear. He goes from calling him “Satan”, to “Lucifer”, to “Nicholas” and, when the other is using his female form, “Nichole” and even to “Morningstar”, very aware of the fact that he can easily get on the Fallen’s nerves by doing so. And, as much as everyone could argue that it’s not a wise move, Constantine couldn’t care less. An angry opponent is a sloppy one and he prefers having Nick focused on his irritation towards him than on whatever the magician is planning to win whatever competition or battle they are having in that moment. The name calling, however, happens only whenever the two of them are antagonising each other. When they are on friendly terms, or at least peaceful ones, John almost never sways from calling him “Nick” (aside from the usual, generic terms, like “mate” and “chum” that he uses for pretty much everyone). This makes it pretty easy for anyone who might be informed of their relationship to grasp whether or not they should take cover and expect the worst.

Whenever he is trying to obtain a truce or be granted a favour, John showed up uninvited at Nick’s door, carrying an extremely expensive bottle of wine or of liquor. It goes unsaid that he hasn’t paid for it, but the toke is usually valuable enough to imply that he has gone through quite a lot of effort to acquire it, whether it means that he has stolen it or that he has got his hands on enough money to buy it. Constantine is very aware that Nick isn’t so easily bribed, but he has learnt with experience that a show of good faith and effort, together with the rocky history they built up through their many encounters and clashes, is usually enough to gain him at least the right to have the Devil listening to whatever he has to say. And, even if his request is denied, he always gets offered a glass or two of whatever he has brought. It’s a small consolations prize, but a bloke has to try and make what he can get for himself enough, right?

[lovehurried]

@inmydrcams​ said:          ❔

•  MEME  •  Send ❔ & I’ll list some muses I’d like to throw at yours!  •  not accepting!

Belle de Villeneuve  +  Emma Swan.  I haven’t redone her page yet, but I do have verses for Belle that draw on her OUaT counterpart (primarily from early seasons). OUaT-Belle was one of my earliest solo-muse blogs, so I’d enjoy having the chance to write her again! It’d also be interesting to write either my main, more fairytale / Disney based Belle opposite your equivalent characters such as Aurora, Elsa, and Jasmine.

Emily Elena Cortez  +  Lucifer Morningstar.  In Elena’s canon, her partner makes a deal with the devil to try and save her life, and she spends the time while he’s trying to complete that deal existing simultaneously as a soul in purgatory and as a near lifeless body on earth. I also have AUs where she’s the one who makes the deal, either to save her partner or just to save herself. I feel like it would be interesting to have her interact with Lucifer, rather than the more traditional devil of her canon. Additionally, as she’s a petty-criminal-turned-vampire-hunter, I can see some interesting interactions between her and Mina, too.

[sserpente]

A/N: Request from anon. It was supposed to be NSFW but I just loved the way it came out. Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 742 Warnings: implied smut, making deals with the devil (xD)

It was not what you had imagined to be a fun night out. You had assumed this to be date, for God’s sake and now, the very guy who had “asked you out” was rubbing his genitals against a blonde witch with huge tits.

Maybe you should just give up on men. Actually, you should date women instead. Perhaps that way you would finally end up in a proper relationship.

The LUX was pulsating, the bass vibrating through your chest as dozens of party guests danced until they would black out and swallowed one drink after another and when you looked around, the men enjoying themselves becoming all but irrelevant. None of them bothered glancing at you, none of them tried treating you and buying you a cocktail.

Much more importantly, however, you were mad at your almost-boyfriend for dumping you for a real life plastic doll.

“Now, now, what’s the long face?” Was he talking to you? Turning slowly, you spotted a black-haired man with dark eyes. He was tall, his smug grin giving away how confident and arrogant he was. Still, quite frankly, he was handsome.

“My date dumped me,” you choked out, waving at the barman to fill up your glass. He didn’t even notice you. Oh God, was this your fate? Men ignoring you? Well, you had aroused this guy’s attention, at least. Curious, you glanced at him again. Yes, definitely a man you would sleep with.

“Oh, I’m sorry, darling, that is very tragic indeed.” The stranger mused.

“Yeah, thanks.” Perhaps he was gay. He certainly acted like it now that you thought about it. It might be the reason he hadn’t tried hitting on you yet.

“Perhaps I could help you! Who is the young gentleman we are talking about? See, my friend Maze over here is very good at telling lies and making people pay for their bad deeds.”

Well, why not? You didn’t exactly want this man to beat him up but some revenge would still be nice.

“Who are you?” Tilting your head, you looked at him, wondering why on Earth he would want to help you. Maybe you were lucky and this was his way to flirt with you.

“Oh, yes, sorry. Lucifer Morningstar, at your service.” He smiled, offering you his hand. Your eyes widened slightly when you took it.

“Lucifer Morningstar?”

“You recognise me!” He grinned happily.

“Yes… You mean you are the owner of the LUX?”

“I am the devil! And yes, this lovely club is mine.”

It was then your blood ran cold. The devil? Of course. But then again…

“You are not actually joking.”

“Excuse me, why would I be joking?” He exclaimed, raising his voice a bit. You suppressed a giggle. He was arrogant without a doubt but… in a somewhat adorable way. You were starting to like this guy. What if he really was the devil? You did believe in God and you had heard rumours about this man. And if he was method acting, he was just a moron anyway.

“Alright, look, I really appreciate it but I don’t make deals with the devil. Have you never read Faust?”

“I have, actually. Nonsense, that one, let me tell you that.”

You sighed. He was being persistent, that guy and the problem was that it actually intrigued you. Damn it, you were attracted to him. And he knew exactly that you were.

Grinning, Lucifer moved closer, his fingers gently grazing your arm on the bar.

“Let’s just assume I accept your offer,” you began, nodding at the barman who finally re-filled your glass. A pleasant shiver ran up and down your spine when he touched your skin. “What’s in there for you?”

Please tell me you want to have sex, please tell me you want to have sex. Why you were even thinking that, you had absolutely no idea. But Lucifer seemed to be reading your mind. From that moment on, your mood changed drastically.

Maze, Lucifer’s friend acted like she knew the guy who had dumped you and asked him about his boyfriend, which made you choke on your drink and the girl to kick him in the shin. Ten minutes later, you found yourself in one of the private backrooms, Lucifer—the devil—behind you and fucking your brains out.

Now this was you imagined to be a fun night out. Making a deal with the devil didn’t actually seem so bad now.

[bluboothalassophile]

Innocent little demon update? Or maybe devil's deal and wrong universe, again? I really enjoy reading those, it makes me happy to see something like alternate or different versions of them. I just wanna say you have a beautiful mind. Your type of creativity in writing is quite wonderful and a fun time to read too. You dont have to rush or even give an immediate update,take your time 😆😆😆

Hello,

I’m so happy to hear you enjoy the stories; they’re a lot of fun to write! Innocent Little Demon is complete though, the five parts of it were all there were to write. Wrong Universe, Again, has hit a hiccup; because I have NO idea where that one was going so I’m trying to sort it out.

As to your request for Devil’s Deal, that I can continue and I hope you enjoy!

Inconsequentially Important…

Raven sighed as she sat in Warrior as Kyle stared at theobject of his affections. The one-sided affections he insisted he didn’t have,but were plainly written all over his face.

“If you stare at his ass any harder you’re going to burn a holein it,” Raven informed Kyle as she took a sip of her bourbon.

“We can’t all have crushes on perfect matches,” Kyle stated.

“I do not!” she protested.

“Garth Curry.”

“Okay fine, but at least I don’t stalk him at his place ofwork and moon over his ass,” she countered as she rolled her eyes and slowlystood.

“Where are you going!?” Kyle demanded his panic obvious asshe shouldered her bag.

“I have to get up in the morning, and I have that jobinterview, I also have my own story to finish writing, and I need to call mymoms and wish them a happy anniversary,” Raven said.

“You’re leaving me!?” Kyle sputterd.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” she promised as she walkedaway.

“FIEND! You never leave a wingman behind!”

“I’m not going to sit here all night so you can moon oversome Guy’s ass,” Raven punned back as she walked out.

“You’re a cold hearted witch sometimes!”

“Demon!” she shouted back as she waved him off and walked outinto the city’s night. Tugging her coat on a bit tighter she pulled her capover her messy hair as she started walking down the street for her stop.

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Artemis Crock walked with Jason through the bustling city.

“And check on Slade’s defenses,” Jason said.

“You know that this is a terrible idea,” Artemis said.

“Just do it.”

“It’s going to be worse when he finds out you were sleepingwith his daughter,” Artemis stressed and Jason stopped.

Artemis was of the very few people who knew; really knew, Jason.He’d survived two years of torture from the serial killer Joker, he’d dughimself from the depths of his own grave, he’d fought, and killed, he’d trainedto the point of being more lethal than SEALs, Delta, SAS and others. He was aruthless killer, he was a gentle soul with more empathy and compassion in himthan anyone could ever prove.

And she loved him, like the annoying little brother she’dnever had. She loved him.

“He knows, I’m pretty sure Rose rubs it in his face,” Jason admittedas they walked to her stop.

“Alright, I’ll compile the information, and forward it toyou before the end of the week.”

“Good,” he nodded.

“Anything else, boss?”

“Yeah, tell the moron to stop trying to tail me,” Jason ordered.

“You know Roy cares because he tails!” she chimed.

“I like my privacy.”

“I’ll tell him, see you tomorrow Jason,” she waved him offas she jogged down the stairs to her subway stop. Jason nodded at her as hedisappeared into the crowd and she sighed as she walked with the crowd.

She really wished it wasn’t Lucifer Morningstar of all thedamn people that B could have made that deal with.

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Jason supposed he couldn’t be furious with his father fordoing what any father really should do, but he was angry all the same because he’drather be dead most days than dealing with this shit. To be fair he’d beentortured in everyway possible by a delusional serial killer, and Jason was notentirely sure if life or death would be an easier route for him. But as long ashe was breathing he’d keep fighting, keep working, it was in his nature.

Sighing he continued down the street when he twitched hearinga disturbance to the bustling night. His head turned, and he looked into analley where he had heard the muffled sound. Jason pocketed his phone as he creptforward, into the darkness.

“Shut up!” a man growled.

“Please! I’ll give you anything you want!” the small voicegasped.

“look at this Rob she’s pretty!” another man mused.

“No, please!” the woman gasped and it clicked where he knewthe voice as his eyes narrowed dangerously on the men. They threw her againstthe fence, pawing at her and Jason stepped out of the shadows.

“I believe the little bird said ‘No’.” he snarled lowly,there was a flash of panic in the woman’s eyes as she saw him. “Let her go.NOW.”

The men released her.

“Little bird,” he motioned for her, and the girl lookedbetween her attackers flanking her and him before she darted behind him, herfingers caught his coat as she pressed herself securely behind him and he couldfeel her peering around him at the men. God above the woman was tiny.

“Now we’re leaving, come after us and I will kill you,” hewarned darkly as his own arm came around Raven and they backed out of the alley,his hand on his weapon in his pocket. They made it to the street before hepulled her around and into his side, slinging his arm over her shoulders heguided her to a near stop. He’d get her home but first they’d be ditching dumband dumber before he circled back to kill them.

“Thank you,” she whispered inaudible against his side.

“No problem,” he admitted.

“Little bird?” she whispered.

“Like you don’t have a code name for me in the morning,little bird.”

“Jay, I call you Jay.”

“That’s not very original.”

“I also call you Mr. Sexy Muscles but I’d never dare to saythat aloud,” she mumbled.

Jason stared at her as they walked; watching her face turnscarlet and then he finally roared with laughter. “Little bird I think anyone’sever called me sexy.”

“I can’t believe I said that! What’s wrong with me!?” shesputtered.

“Do you honestly think me sexy?” he persisted, her faceturning a more violent shade of red in this November cold.

“Will we please get off this topic!?” she pleaded.

“Hell no!” he laughed.

“Okay, despite the grime, bad boy, aura, and the obvious troublemaker vibe you have, you’re very handsome, and why am I little bird?” shedemanded.

Jason was shocked hearing nothing about the J carved intohis cheek or the other scars that were visible. “Isn’t that obvious? You’retiny and you remind me of a little bird.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

“Jason, Jason Todd,” he smiled a bit at her.

“Raven, Raven Quinzel-Isley,” she answered.

“That’s a hell of a mouthful,” he said.

“My moms hyphenated their last names,” she shrugged.

“You mind if I walk you home?”

“We’re heading for the wrong train then,” she mumbled.

“We’re going to ride around for a bit, until I know you’resafe,” he said. She nodded into his side and he felt her shaking now as they walkedthe subway and she was leaning heavily into him.

Jason got them on the train, he saw the men behind and Raven’sknees gave out, which had him scooping her up. She was shaking somethingviolently and it wasn’t from the cold as far as he could tell as he sat withher on his lap.

“I… I…” she chattered.

“I’ll get you home to Sylvester,” he promised.

“You remember?” she whispered, her gloved fingers curledinto his chest.

“Yeah, you know sometimes you’re the best part of my day,”he admitted softly.

“Thank you….” she whispered.

“Mind giving me your address, little bird? I’ll get youhome,” he promised.

“I trust you,” she murmured as she hid against his chest.

“Good, and we’ll go back to our morning routine,” hepromised holding her tight. This felt right for some reason, and he liked thatthe scar wasn’t her main interest for being around him. It was comforting.

“I just want to go home,” she sobbed now, he held her firmlyagainst her as he rubbed circles on her back and whispered promises of goinghome.

She whispered her address to him an hour later and hecarefully navigated his way to her apartment, not letting her walk as she hadnearly fallen on her face when he’d set her down. Making it to her building waseasy enough, she fumbled to get him the keys.

They made it up to her apartment and he got them in thedoor. Raven said nothing as she hid her face against his shoulder.

“Kay little bird,” he said setting her on the chair. Before hefumbled around for a light. He was a bit surprised to note he only lived twobuilding over from her, he could see his apartment building across the street,even see his apartment window for his kitchen. There was a black hiss of furthat was on the kitchen counter.

“Stay!” she grabbed his hand. “Please!” she pleaded.

“You get changed for bed, my apartment’s across the way, I’llbe right back and take the couch,” he said softly. She reluctantly let his handgo as he jogged out of her apartment.

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Raven stumbled to her room, she changed and found hercollege hoodie to pull on and her hair was loose around her. She didn’t want tobe alone just yet, she couldn’t stand the thought, and she was terrified to bealone at this minute even as Sylvester wound his way around her ankles.

She gasped when she heard a light buzz on the intercom.

“Jay!?” she pleaded.

“Yeah, ready to lemme in?” he asked her. Raven didn’t haveto wait five minutes before he appeared. He was in sweats and a hoodie, with abag slung over his shoulder, his feet had boots on though.

“I… You…” she started.

“I’m staying one night, I’ll walk you to the coffee shop andthen we go back to our morning routine, deal?” he held out his hand.

She nodded as she tentatively took it.

“Kay,” he smiled a bit.

“Thank you again, you didn’t have to,” she whispered.

“Of course I had to little bird, you’re my morning routine,can’t have someone fuck with that,” he smiled.

“Thank you, again, for… for everything.”

“Uh-huh, bed,” he ordered. She nodded as she walked to herroom.

“You can…”

“I’m taking the couch, see you in the morning, we’ll getcoffee and back to normal,” he promised.

Raven nodded as she slid into her room, she watched as he sethimself on the couch and she felt Sylvester on her bed, prowling towards her ashe claimed his spot behind her back. Raven shivered a bit as she pulled thecovers closer to her shoulders.

She was safe. Jason was here to protect her. She was safe.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Jason waited until he was sure the little bird was asleepbefore he sat up and opened his phone to see the slew of messages from hisbrothers.

Everyone was concerned about the heir to LuciferMorningstar, he was concerned about the little bird. Fuck him, until he’d heardher in that alley he hadn’t thought about what the morning routines meant tohim.

It was just coffee; but every morning it was consistent.

It was this impersonal personal friendship and one he didn’tknow he valued so much until now. He was fucked he was so royally fucked.

Someone so inconsequential to his existence was apparentlyimportant, and that terrified him.

Jason supposed he was just going to have to keep an extraeye out on Raven and make sure she didn’t attract anymore trouble. Come tomorrowher attackers would be dead; he’d see to that, because no doubt those men hadattacked other women. Jason wouldn’t stand for that. And making bodies disappear;well that was easy. It merely took a matter of proper planning and he was goodat planning.

He’d assign Artemis to protecting Raven until he was certainshe was safe.

He didn’t relish the idea of losing her.

Getting up he peeked into the room where his morning routinewas in a fitful sleep, her cat glared dangerously at him and Jason groaned. Hewas so fucked!

[adventures-written]

Tag dump 2/?

(Ignore this, my tags got deleted)

[adventures-written]

@nicholas-wolfwood​ ;; Continued from here.

Lucifer was not afraid of the gun or the man in front of him. The detective was no where nearby, therefor he was not vulnerable to these sorts of weapons. He was the devil, after all.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he carefully stepped towards Nicholas, eyes watching the boys face with amusement. That look, the bloodlust that was fading from his eyes. It had been a while since he had actually seen that. “I could ask you the same question,” he motioned towards the bloody mess of bodies on the ground. He didn’t take his eyes off of Nick, just in case he decided to pull something utterly stupid. “What are you doing here?”

[adventures-written]

Murder: (Lucifer)

One-Word Prompts

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder. (Reverse)

“Ohh hello there...” Lucifer came in at a bad time. The walls were lined with red and there was definitely some trouble in here. The coppery smell of blood, something so familiar, hit the devil’s nose. “Mmmm, And what did these men do to deserve such treatment..?”

[adventures-written]

Hell on Earth (Closed)

@ineffableduality​ ;; Plotted starter.

Being in charge of the damned was not all it was cracked up to be. After centuries of nothing but the same old torment, Lucifer found himself bored. It was lacking the old charm it used to have. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten bored and come to Earth, to dabble with humans. But he was always made to return to hell. He had a job, after all, and Heaven forbid he want to spread his wings, so to speak. 

This time he wouldn’t be returning to hell. He quite liked playing in the world of humans. Even wearing a human skin over his devilish form. It made him less intimidating to people -- easier to get what he wanted out of them. Their desires for his own gain. No one could resist being truthful with the devil. They always opened up about all of their sins when he was around.

But to establish himself in this world, to make a life for himself, Lucifer was going to have to enlist some help. There was a demon he had appointed to Earth. Someone had to keep up with all these humans. Life could never be that simple, though, he was more about temptation than about killing people. Most had the wrong impression of who the devil really was.

Finding one of his demon was the easy part. The hard part would be to make sure Crowley understood that he wasn’t here to reprimand his poor job of tormenting the humans -- well, maybe a little, but he needed Crowley’s help if he were to establish himself here on Earth.

“It has been a while, Crowley,” Lucifer put on one of his charming smiles, “It’s a shame face to face meetings happen so little.”

[adventures-written]

@legacyof-deathandmadness

Luci at Jerome like: "Well, I'm waiting. Come on now, my lap is getting cold."

[adventures-written]

Devil’s Horns (Closed)

@legacyof-deathandmadness ;; Plotted Starter.

It was the highlight of his night, and Lucifer certainly had experienced many highlights, but this one was somehow special. Watching the man perform as he did was mesmerizing. It was strange how some humans just had this aura about them that even the devil couldn’t resist. Jerome was one such individual. He could see the flexibility of the other, how he moved and swerved. It had the attention of at least half the room, both women and men.

Lucifer had sat back to enjoy the show, to watch in his own way. People tried to distract him from it, trying to kiss or entice the club owners gaze to pay attention to them. Humans were so needy. But his eyes were glued to the dancer, and the man must have known that. He had caught his gaze multiple times, causing the devil to smirk.

Standing up from his seat he left two woman to their own devices, approaching the pole with its dancer. “You are quite good. Gain a lot of attention,” he commented, motioning around, “I don’t recall getting your name...”

[adventures-written]

@allforthegreatergood​ liked this for a Lucifer starter.

“Now what have we here?” Lips curling up to reveal those pearly whites as he smiled at his newly found entertainment for the evening. “Pardon me but you don’t appear to be the party sort. What brings you to Lux this evening?”

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Feeding The Undead (Closed)

@jonathancrane-scarecrows​

The Devil and a Vampire walk into a bar.

It was appearing to be a general night inside Lux. The music blaring, people having only the best of times. And Lucifer promoted only the best. He was doing his rounds, making sure everyone was enjoying themselves, satisfied. And maybe looking for some fun of his own. He could have anyone in here. Anyone at all.

The rowdiness of the club allowed for various activities. Sex, drugs, people making out, people dancing, people undressing. Even a vampire could slip in and do their thing relatively unnoticed. Only relatively. On top of the Devil being the host, he also employed a demon as one of his bartenders, Mazikeen. Whatever Lucifer didn’t see, she generally did. And the activity of a certain vampire had caught her attention. At least enough to pull Lucifer aside and tell him about the interesting person.

Following the hallway towards the bathroom, Lucifer found himself with the sight of two people. At first glance it looked as if the man was ravaging the woman’s neck with kissing and harsh biting, and she appeared to be enjoying it. But then, he caught something. A whiff of blood. He’d know that scent anywhere. “Well hello there,” Lucifer spoke up, voice booming in the small hallway, “My, my...what do we have here? You wouldn’t, by chance, be feeding in my club? I don’t particularly enjoy riff raff...”

Lucifer began to approach, stepping down the hall without fear. He wasn’t entirely sure what the man was, but he did have a hunch.

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❛ I know you. If I were blind I would know what you are. ❜ (tadashi to Lucifer)

The Last Unicorn

“Yes, yes, everyone loves the devil,” especially anyone remotely demonic, “Now what can I do for you?” Ever one for deals and fun.