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[hordeofangrybees]

Chapter 9 is out! Lucifer visits Ozzie, meets Fizz, and puts his whole ass foot in his mouth... @hunnipear even did art for this one!!! I swear I love Lucifer, but I also have an uncontrollable desire to put him in a jar and agressively shake it. If you're new to TSP start here!

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Lust is exactly as he remembers it. The decor may have evolved, but the effect is the same. Flashy. Over the top. Enticing. Lust may not be his sin, but Lucifer’s no stranger.  He portals directly to the top floor of Ozzie’s building, just outside the penthouse doors. It’s been a couple of centuries since he’s made rounds in the other rings, and he’s not looking to be harassed by hellborn paparazzi today. Lucifer straightens the brim of his hat and takes a deep breath before rapping his knuckles against the door and standing back.  “I’ll get it!” A voice calls out almost immediately, high-pitched and croaky. Definitely not Ozzie. Maybe Fuzzy? Fizzy?  Lucifer leans into his cane and plasters on a winning smile as the door swings open to reveal an imp. It’s common for imps to work in the homes of Sins and Goetia as butlers, cleaners, and even chefs. So he almost considers that’s who he’s seeing, some kind of hired help, except there’s the outfit. They’re wearing bright purple shorts covered in fat cartoon horses and a cut-off shirt with the words “I’m Horny and Want Attention” printed across the front. To top it all off, they have a pink and purple jester cap covering their horns, with little bells at the ends.  The imp is frozen to the spot and just staring. “Hello,” Lucifer says slowly when it becomes clear the poor thing isn’t going to recover any time soon. “I’m Lu—” “Oh, I know who you are, Sire,” they say with a crazed smile, eye twitching minutely. “Excuse me for just one moment.” The door slams shut in his face, and the next thing he hears is that same croaky voice, a tinge of panic bleeding through.  “Why is the King of Hell at our door?” Lucifer looks up and down the hall, trying to figure out if he somehow landed on the wrong floor. Admittedly, it’s been a while since he’s been to Lust, but surely Ozzie would have told him if he’d moved . He expands his grace, an invisible swell of power that spills from his being, stretching out into the space around him, searching.  He’s definitely on the top floor. The brush of Ozzie’s grace against his own is warm and familiar in a way that makes his chest ache . Lucifer’s awareness snaps back to his body and he shakes himself off. This is Ozzie’s penthouse, which begs the question, why the fuck did that imp think this was their door. 

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The "Radioapplefication" continues~