#throne of the fallen

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

A book dedication after my own heart

[art-raer]

Camilla and Bunny on a walk

[litnerdwrites]

Okay, but what are the odds that Anir, Alexi, and (now) Val have a club or support group where they meet up and groan about their respective Princes (Wrath, Envy and, Gluttony), being in love? Like they set up charcuterie boards, get glasses of wine (and blood), and just mindlessly bitch about how they make their jobs harder.

Think Val searching high and low for Gluttony, who avoids to get more 'quality time' with Adriana. Or Alexi waiting with a delegation that came to meet Envy, only Camilla had stoked his sin right before they arrived, and now they have to wait while he claims her on his throne. Loudly. Or Wrath pissing off his chefs because he kicks them out of the kitchen to cook with Emilia (amongst other things).

In Throne of the Fallen, Alexi had to convince Envy to go after Camilla, and I'm pretty sure Val finding out that Gluttony fell in love with Adriana is going to send her reeling (even though she's probably going to tell Gluttony not to be a baby about it and just talk to her). Anir probably had the same frustrations with Wrath, during the original trilogy, and before it, when Wrath fell in love with her for the first time.

They would also spilling the most piping hot tea in all of the underworld about what their princes are like behind closed doors, when they think no one is watching. I'm picturing them being shocked over the idea of Wrath cooking with Emilia at all, and giving her doe eyes while she treats his giant hellhounds like puppies (they totally like her more). Or Envy sitting down to paint with Camilla, and go on romantic picnics with Camilla.

Every time one of the princes gets engaged, they'd approach their burnt out second who seems ready to quit, and give them a time and place. If Emilia ever found out about it, she'd probably start her own club though, where the wives + best friends gather to discuss how difficult their princes were in the beginning (and maybe some side stories about how frustrating Emilia found Fauna and Anir until she finally asked him out).

[riverkaterina]

VERY MILD THRONE OF SECRETS SPOILERS THIS POST! (I'm almost done but I'm trying to hold off)

Okay y'all, I know I usually engage in fandom in a more serious and analytical manner. And I complain to myself about other people not engaging with this universe in an analytical enough way (even though there's nothing wrong with that, I'm just peculiar about things!) But I'm gonna let myself be silly for a second.

Silly KOTW and Prince of Sin thoughts!

Go listen to "Lavish" by Twenty One Pilots and think of the Envy, Lust, Gluttony trio. (I love them so much) Really listen to the lyrics towards the end for a little classic demon prince spice lol. It kinda works for all of them but ESPECIALLY that trio. (If someone made an animatic of this, you might very well have my hand in marriage)

I wanna see the demon princes + companions play Among Us. It would be really, really funny.

I also realized that out of all the card games, the Demon Princes can't play Bullshit. Except for Envy. But he can't even because that would reveal that he can lie.

I highly doubt it judging from what Sloth's reading tastes seem to be, but I like to imagine him and Emilia fangirling about their fav romance novels.

I can see Vittoria flirting with Val and Val being verrrry unnerved by it.

Head Canon: Val and Blade are going to hook up at some point. The forbidden nature of it is going to fuel Val's sin and Blade just isn't going to be able to help himself (Edit: I was HORRENDOUSLY wrong, Val indulging with the witch instead. YAY MORE LESBIANS!!! 🔥)

Another head Canon: Gluttony has used silk to make a little baby harness thing to carry dragon hatchlings in on his front. And been totally nonchalant about it. He's a prince, he's got things to do, also needs to keep an eye on the little ones.

I wanna see the demon princes play Jenga. Again, hilarity would ensue.

More on the way I assure you!

[home-ward]

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[bangbangwhoa]

books I’ve read in 2024 📖 no. 009

Throne of the Fallen by Kerri Maniscalco

“He'd been right when he said she didn't want Prince Charming. She wanted the demon.”

[kerrimaniscalco]

Sinner. Villain. Wicked. The Prince of Envy has never claimed to be a saint. But when a cryptic note arrives, signaling the beginning of a deadly game, he knows it will take more than a hint of sin to win and save his falling demon court. Riddles, hexed objects, anonymous players, nothing will stand in his way, though none of his meticulous plans prepare him for her, the frustrating artist who ignites his sin like no other…

🗝️ ONE MONTH LEFT FROM TODAY!!!! 

🔥 I couldn’t resist sharing this illustration of Prince Envy I commissioned from @Morgana0anagrom with you! (Pre-order newsletter subscribers will see more art this week…) 

IT IS GETTING SO CLOSE NOW OMGGGGGGG 💚🗝️🔥🫶🏼

[dans-les-fleures]

The princes of hell love to go all stabby stabby on each other.

That's how they show that they care.

[thelov3lybookworm]

ever since i finished kotw, ive been desperately wating for pride's book. not that ive finished tpt and know the next book coming out is greed's, i know pride's would be last and its all i can do not to sob 🥲

[i-only-see-daylight]

Emilia: Go to hell! 

Wrath: Where do you think I come from?

[bigdreamsandwildthings]

TBR is looking SO pretty these days 😍

[litnerdwrites]

Lust sending us out on a royal mission but it's really a distraction for us so he can prepare to propose a date with us (y/n)

Tomorrow- Lust

I loved writing this fic. It took me a while to put the vision I had into words, but the end result is perfect. I hope you enjoy anon, even if I did take the idea and run with it.

I'm so excited beyond words for tuesday, when tos comes out, I will probably have so much to say, yet be absolutely speechless in every chapter.

I'm considering what to do next. The Nesta fic chapter is almost finished, but I want to get one more Gluttony fic out before tuesday. Shall I do Nesta, or Gluttony, let me know. And if the latter, would you like the part two that I have in mind for New Friend or a different request from the poll?

Tomorrow - Lust x Reader

WC:2,496

TW: Nothing really. This is a fic that appeals to Lust's secret soft side, but there are some canon typical sex references. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Notes: (L/N) is Last Name, (H/L) is Hair Length, (H/C) is Hair Color and (gown/suit) is self explanatory.

You leveled your lover with an unimpressed stare. He merely grinned lazily, and tightened his arms around your bare waist.

“Don’t look so down, Beloved. It’s only for a day, and I can trust no one else with this matter.” Lust cooed, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.

The gesture had your features softening, and agitation gave way to disappointment. Lust despised this look on your face. You were no less beautiful, of course, but to see that slight, downward twitch of your lips, the scrunch of your nose, or the slight movement of your chin, when you bite the inside of your lips or cheek, had a fracturing sound echo in his head, from the depth of his blackened heart. 

His hand reached out to cradle your face, his thumb tracing across your cheekbones. Your breath hitched, and your heart picked up its pace, as you leaned into his warm palm. Heat spread across your face, leaving it slightly reddened at his affection. Every time he did something like this, something soft, something romantic, your chest felt lighter. Every time, you fought the urge to grin like a loon for hours on end, all due to the simplest, most wholesome of actions. Of course, being The Prince of Lust, his brothers and his court had their own ideas as to what had your cheeks so rosy and pulse pounding, but the two of you found it amusing, so you let them think what they wished. 

“Still, I wish you hadn’t sprung this on me so last minute.” you whined. “You owe me a lazy, stay-in-bed-day tomorrow.” 

Lust chuckled, the sound low and deep. You were about to scold him for finding amusement in your sadness, only for him to lean forward and press another kiss to your cheek, then nuzzle it.Once he felt heat begin to creep across your face, he moved his lips to your ear.You felt your pulse stutter and thighs pressing closer together. Your body arched into him, as his fingers traced along your spine, and your breath hitched at the ministrations. Red, hot desire spread just beneath the skin, in every place that his flesh met yours and you knew, you knew, that you couldn’t blame it on him using his sin on you now. Not as you let out a delighted, breathy gasp, at the pleasure.

“Believe me when I say that I want nothing more than to keep you here, in my arms and my bed, warm stated, and high on pleasure until you can think of nothing but me,” his voice was low and husky, and his warm breath brushed your ear, “However, this matter is of the utmost importance, and could very well decide the future of House Lust.” 

His voice sent a rush of heat to your core, but you forced your mind to remain present. The princes couldn’t lie, so if Lust was insisting that this job was important, then it had to be. 

Lust leaned back, sensing you needed a moment to collect yourself. 

A breath in. A breath out. In. Out. In. Out. 

You forced your heart rate to stabilize, and did everything you could to ignore the heat that spread throughout your body. It wasn’t easy, given that the man next to you likely inspired generations worth of sculptures, poets, and other artisans everywhere he went. You weren’t jealous, by any means. In fact, you found great joy in knowing that any who laid eyes on your prince lusted for his touch, his power, his love. And yet none but you had ever, or will ever receive it. That thought often brought you a sense of satisfaction and joy, that seemed to have enough sway to override any previous emotion. 

Lust enjoyed exploiting this weakness. 

You hadn’t realized you shut your eyes, until they fluttered open, only to lock onto his own. His hand cupped your cheek, keeping you from falling into the fathomless depth of his charcoal gaze. 

“What do you need?” Your voice drifted across the bed, the gap already felt too large, despite being less than arm’s length, and settled something in whatever remnants of a soul he possessed. 

Lust smiled. 

It was a small smile, gentle, even. It was so unlike his usual demeanor. It wasn’t sensual, or amused, or cocky. It didn’t seem to draw her near, or have her considering the fastest way to disrobe (if that step was needed at all), or plant deliciously sinful thoughts in her mind. 

No. 

This smile was one of contentment. Neither disbelief, nor stupor. No. He was content, perhaps even joyful, at this moment. 

“An important treasure, currently in my brother’s possession.” He began.   

You nodded along, eyes tracing the curve of his lips as he explained. 

________

“But you're sure it’s not… cursed or anything, right?” You raise a brow at Sloth, who merely leans against his desk. 

“I’m quite positive. That particular item was acquired from my brother, Envy, as a favor. Greed had it for a time too, to confirm authenticity, then to prepare it as per my single minded brother’s instructions,” Sloth drawled, already thumbing over the pages of  a new tomb, ancient and magical, that lay on his desk. “He sent it back to me, for research and authentication, and to keep until he sent for it.” 

You rolled your eyes at the slight jab meant for Lust, sure that if he were here, he would’ve argued it was Sloth, who was so single minded that he refused to think of anything but his books. Their relationship had always amused you, and your ability to quiet the arguments whenever they broke out, according to what you heard, had garnered you some respect from Envy and Wrath in particular. The former, for how Lust feeds his sin when Sloth gets too close, and the latter for taking the job of wrangling them out of his hands. 

Sloth eyed the spark of amusement in your gaze, and huffed. 

It only served to amuse you further. 

“Just make sure my  brother receives it. Lest he come banging on my door to accuse me of deceit.” 

“I’ll be sure to let him know you send your regards,” you assured him.

Sloth Scowled, but ignored the comment, instead, passing you a box. Intricate carvings were etched onto the wood, forming shapes and patterns, some humanoid, some not. Amongst the shapes, tiny, glittering diamonds were placed, twinkling like stars against the dark base, distributed evenly across the items. You wanted to open it, to confirm the contents for yourself, though if it was out of curiosity or paranoia, you couldn’t tell. The only thing that held you back was The Prince of Sloth’s keen gaze on you. 

You glanced up, meeting his gaze with a raised brow.

“Issue?” 

He studied you a moment longer before shifting away from the desk, to stand proper. 

“No. Just a curiosity,” he assured. “I am vexed by my brother’s antics on the best of days, nor am I particularly fond of feasts, however, I feel inclined to make an exception.” 

“Oh? I heard you hadn’t hosted anything formal in well over a century, your highness.” 

“Correct, ms. (L/N).” Sloth hummed, “As you can imagine, neither my sin nor my charming personality lend well to such activities.” 

You hummed, not arguing with his logic, then prompted him to continue. 

“But…” 

“But I feel inclined to invite you to indulge in the many comforts House Sloth offers. And to bring my brother, if you wish as well.” 

“You are willingly inviting his highness to your circle?” you asked, incredulous. 

“Don’t get used to it,” he scrunched his nose, as if offended by a foul odor, “It’s merely as a plus one, should you wish for it. I’m inviting you.” 

You nodded, as his words slowly settled in your head. 

“I thank you for your generosity, your highness. I’m sure my prince will be thrilled by the prospect.” 

“Don’t worry,” he assured. “You know me. It’s nothing overly formal. A meal on the terrace, and a celebratory drink.” 

“Might I ask what you wish to celebrate?” 

You could’ve sworn mischief sparked in his eyes. 

“I suppose you'll find out when you attend.” 

__________

“Might I ask what in The Mother’s name is so important about this box?” You asked, incredulous, as you placed it on his desk.

Lust dragged his eyes over your body. Not in the way he so often did, when he had sin and pleasure on the brain. No. This was more analytical, searching for signs of injury or fatigue, and leaving goosebumps in the wake of his gaze.

“I needed it for something.” he responded simply, once satisfied that you were unharmed.

“And that is…”

Lust leaned back in his seat, opening his arms to invite you into his embrace. 

Your features softened at his, and you cursed him, and yourself, for his exploitation of this weakness. 

After a few moments, you trudged over, dropping yourself into his lap. One arm went around your waist from behind, while the other went around your front, settling just under the first.

“I know it doesn’t seem like much, but I promise this is important,” he soothes. 

“If it’s so important, why won’t you tell me? Do you not trust me with this? If so, then just say it.” 

“That’s not it!” he growled, before taking a calming breath. His brows furrowed, like he was contemplating opening his mouth before he stopped. Eventually, he hissed. “Fuck it.” 

Lust reached for the box, pulling it in front of you both, a hand resting on top of it. 

“What-” 

“I wanted to discuss it over dinner. Either that or after sex. Envy swore those were the best times to do so,” he muttered that last part. 

You turned to him with furrowed brows of your own.

“What does this have to do with-” 

Soft music filled the office as he pulled the lid open. The inside of the box was lined with a decadent plum velvet, and divided into several spaces intended to hold all sorts of trinkets. From brooches and necklaces, to rings and earrings. With some creative placement, you could probably fit your smaller stationary pieces in here too, like the pushpins you kept pricking your fingers on. However, what caught your eye was the small, spinning platform where a couple, carved in silver and painted in colors you’d never seen before, danced. The man had charcoal hair, and the dotted eyes were the darkest shade of black you’d ever seen, bar Lust’s. His suit was unpainted, remaining a glittering silver. Beside it, the woman’s hair had been painted to resemble (H/L) (H/C) locks, as she twirled in a (D/C) (gown/suit).

“This looks like-” 

“I remember every moment of that night. It took days, much to my brother’s eternal annoyance and jealousy, for Camilla and I to get the correct color match.” he whispered. 

The words were meant to be cocky, but nowhere could you hear his usual smugness. 

“But why-” 

“There’s more-” 

You noticed a small tab sticking out. Tugging it, you lifted the top layer of the interior up, revealing a second layer. You almost dropped it.

You almost fainted. 

Your heart stopped and your breath was caught in your throat for what felt like hours as you stared. Lust’s finger gently pushed your jaw up, forcing it to close. 

“I-Is- Is this-” 

Lust reached into the box, and pulled out the ring.

“For you.” 

“For me…” you repeated, disbelieving. 

“I had wondered for a long time,” he began carefully, “how my brothers were content to bed the same person for eternity. Since I met you, however, I find it becoming clearer to me.” 

Your head whipped to him, your expression incredulous. 

“You-” 

Lust pressed a finger to your lips. 

“Make no mistake, I am still The Prince of Lust, and I still embody my sin,” he assured, “but recently I find myself having little to no desire to indulge in sin with anyone but you. In fact,  I look to my dais and my throne, only for it to feel barren, unless you stand beside it, but even that never felt right,” he hummed. You remain stunned. “Until the first night I took you on my throne, and in the end, we sat there, together, with you in my arms. That’s when it clicked.” 

“I-” 

Lust took your hand with one of his own.

“Marry me. Rule at my side. Sit upon a throne beside mine. Spend eternity with me, wrapped in debauchery and sin. Wake every morning at my side. Sleep every night in my arms. Remain with me, and use your oh, so terrifying rage to scare off any who would want to feel my arms around them as you do. Be mine. My lover. My Princess. My wife. From now, until the end of time, my beloved (Y/N), be mine.” 

Your mouth dropped open again, then it closed, then open, then closed, open, closed, open. 

The ring he held in front of you was speckled with enough diamonds, it alone could buy 50 of Prince Greed’s gambling halls, with a tear dropped gem in the center. It was a rare one too, found only in the darkest depths of the underworld, even demons dare not tread. Legends had said that it was created before The Princes even arrived here, when ancient goddesses had been no more than a spark of an idea in the crone’s mind. Long before Ice dragons soared over high, or the first shifter had felt the call to shift. Delicately, it rested on a silver band, encrusted with clusters of tiny, colorful diamonds designed to look like flowers. 

“Lust, I- I don’t know what to say-” is all you manage to get out. 

“The truth. Do you wish to be mine? From now until the end days, do you wish to rule House Lust at my side? I promise to ravish you tonight, and every night you wish, and give you as many lazy, stay-in-bed-days as you could want, whenever you want. Just say you’ll stay at my side.” 

“I don’t care if I rule or have lazy days ever again,” you murmured, dragging your eyes to him, “I want you. I want to marry you, and be yours, and stand at your side, with or without royal authority. You have my soul, and my heart. Now, I want to marry you, and give you whatever’s left of me to give.” 

Before he can respond, you shoved your lips against his. A hand gripped his shoulder as he slid the ring on you, despite not once breaking eye contact. His mouth moved against yours, slowly getting more and more demanding.

“You’re my reason. In every sense of the word, beloved. You’re mine, for eternity.” 

“Yours,” you sigh. “Today, and tomorrow, and every tomorrow yet to come.”

“Gladly.”

[riverkaterina]

Theory about House Sloth! Also light analysis of the animals of each House of Sin

Very excited to put my wildlife biology info to use

I love Lo, and I'm completely and utterly fascinated at his lack of ego and the fact he's the only one so far to openly/readily admit his sin is a burden and that he's not a fan of it.

But that's for perhaps another post. This is about his house sigil/animal!

Gluttony is dragons, Envy is wolves, Wrath is a snake, Pride is a lion, Greed is a frog

First thought is obviously "wouldn't his animal be a... yk, sloth?"

Right, but humanity didn't discover sloths until 1788, and while they can mess you up, I doubt he'd choose an animal just bc "slow"

The other animals make sense. Dragons are massive, beautiful creatures, allowing you to indulge in their beauty before they gorge themselves possibly on your corpse. Greed says himself that Frogs are greedy little things. (More support for my Greed is different theory, so far the only house animal that isn't at the tertiary level of the food chain in a lot of circumstances.) Wolves aren't as intuitive for Envy, but perhaps it's their territorial nature combined with their need to be in a pack, since Envy and his court value their bond so strongly. Similar thing with snakes for Wrath, but it does make sense when you think about it. They can be sneaky but also make big gestures to ward off predators, showing mercy that Wrath apparently tends to show, before taking down their targets with brutal efficiency whether it be venom or suffocation. Once the venom is in your body (unless you're a honey badger bc they're built different) you can't do much, and the more venomous snakes can take you out in minutes. There's one snake dubbed "the ten pacer" because it's said after a bite, you'll be dead in ten paces. And as for constrictors? If you're their prey, bite and scratch all you want but once they've got you in their hold you're not getting out alive. (Yes some snakes aren't tertiary levels at the food chain but a good amount of them are, like black mambas off the top of my head) Lions, along with some other animals but the vibes just stand out with them, rely on physical features not only to attract mates but also assert dominance. Lion prides are also kinda like harems? For the laymen, one man at the top and all his bitches. From what we've heard about Pride, checks out. They roar, letting all hear their power, and preen like cats. That's Luc for ya

So what do I think is Lo's house animal? Owls!

His motto is books before men, and he seeks knowledge above all else, and owls represent wisdom. Owls are also birds of prey, therefore skilled and dangerous hunters, which would represent the sentiment that House Sloth will fight as fiercely as any other House Of Sin and he still takes pleasure in laying his enemies low. Also, owls spit up owl pellets, the unnecessary parts of their prey they can't digest. While Lo does make a comment about getting the work he wants to do slowly, he also seems like the type to be smart enough to only exert as much energy as needed for a given task. Unlike his more theatrical brothers. And owls don't waste energy digesting parts of prey that won't be that nutritionally beneficial. So that's my theory!

[books-and-draws-eclectic]

Throne of the Fallen, by Kerri Maniscalco

Envy: I'm charming her, yes *smug smile*

Envy: wait, fuck, I'm getting charmed too, back up, BACK UP

[witching-by-the-willow]

Okay, so I just got done with a test, and I ended up getting a digital copy....and I'm going to make this a thread of Throne of the Fallen....and I'm hoping to keep it at one thread, because you may have noticed, things uh....get a little out of my hand sometimes. 💀

Anyway, please block the tag "throne of the fallen" to avoid spoilers. ♥️

[kerrimaniscalco]

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If Cinderella considered her prince more wicked than charming at first, 

and wanted to unravel his darkest secrets and ruin him, 

this would be their twisted fairy tale…

THRONE OF SECRETS is my next standalone adult fantasy romance and it’s up for preorder now! (There’s a limited edition B&N exclusive up too and I’ll share the UK links once they go up tomorrow.) ✨

I am so excited for you to see the cover for this book, it’s pure magic. ✨

Readers have put together the clues on IG—down to song lyrics and I am SO IMPRESSED! 

I’ll confirm later, but to add one final clue (and a thank you for playing along!), here’s a tiny little quote from the first draft: ✨

All six feet whatever inches of him lazily leaned against the doorframe, toned arms crossed in his fine suit, hazel gaze running over me in triumph, his wretched golden-brown hair mussed in a way that suggested he’d just come from someone’s bed. 

The perfect image of royal debauchery and indulgence. 

A legendary lover, if only in his own mind.

If he thought he’d won, he was sorely mistaken. 

Our little war was only just beginning.