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Lying in his bed, for once in a very long time Adam had gotten such a nice sleep. The man was curled in his bedsheets, unknowing of what he had done just yet, how dangerous of a thing he had done and the gift he was given by the Creator himself. Though, with the sun flooding into the room, past the curtains and hitting his eyes, he began to stir and wake.
His eyes open slowly, gold hues hitting his room interior in almost surprise as memories were starting to set in. He could only hope that what he did stopped all this, but seeing as he was back… No, of course it didn’t. Father must have brought him back, that was the only conclusion as to why he was back in Heaven.
Adam couldn’t think too hard, all he knew was that he was incredibly tired and sore. He flops back into bed and sighs, looking at his ceiling.
“I guess five more minutes couldn’t hurt…”
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A King has come, his will be done|| Closed rp - @hells-sirenqueen
He had fallen asleep in the barracks but he that’s not where he woke up, thinking of about his beloved her arms around him , he started to drift back to her , back to her web and into her claws yet again.
Only this time he would not be here as a mere visitor , no he had made his choice , he had chosen her , his beloved , his Lilith.
Opening his eyes and hummed softy, “mmh Lilth ?”he had nothing but pure love in his eyes for the woman before him.
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|| ♡ ~ @themosthatedbeingg ||
That tone he had, it made her worry. Was he going to leave again..so soon? Her heart felt fragile but kept that facade active as she forced a small smile while walking around him to take his hand.
"Before you do, don't you want to sit somewhere comfortable? Come, let us speak in our study."
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There's a storm on the horizon of hellscape just north of the Manor Ars Goetia, brewing with periodic as they were belligerent blasts of what one could only assume to be heavy winds raging just outside the garden gates if viewed from the creature comforts of a study's shelter against the unholy crusade that raged beyond its rococo rendition of fortified walls. Metal bars rattled with the impatience of a prisoner waiting to be let free of their enclosure- to storm the palace and pluck the haughty out of the hunkered down as if they were truly safe behind a blind eye turned. It wouldn't remain turned for long, of course unless of course every window along the stretch of the manor's upper floors shattering simultaneously was a normal affair for its inhabitants. In a sonic boom of brandished bass that made thunder itself sound like a newborn's mewl, the mansion rattles in its bones.
"When the world has screwed you ~ and crushed you in its fist..." A disembodied musing on high within the electrized billows of black clouds serves as a temporary point of reason without an otherwise unreasonable force of nature. One that wastes little time with the pleasantries of knocking to ask if the heathens within knew their Lord and Savior. No, there were other practical ways in flushing out a chicken coop, and it didn't involve playing petty politics- not this time. "When the way you're treated has got you good and PISSED." Another wave of foundationally dismantling energy wipes out the bottom layer of manor windows as if the source of its fury couldn't fathom the idea of leaving anyone currently within the house divided out of this little bonding experience...in dying together, of course!
"There's been one solution ~ since the world began." And wouldn't he know that better than anyone? He'd been there since the very beginning of fucking Earth, after all. "Don't just SIT AND TAKE IT-" A flap of wings the span of the last supper's table follow him out of the clouds on the tail end of a lightning strike that beelines for the manor, cutting off all light within in an instant.
Panic, little feathery fucks- panic and fly up to fry with the rest of this shithole of a universe.
A crass cackle culminates over the axe clasped within wicked talons and its with a sharp strum downwards does the energy behind the string's vibrations catch the booming of his core for a soul like a spark to a gas leak.
"STICK IT TO THE MANNNNNNN-" Boom.
At least that's what sound he imagines the manor's roof makes when he rips it off the top of the top floor like a rotting scab to fling aside and expose the Goetian lord in his study room- yeah 'studying'... how to take a heaven-sent DICKING.
"Well, well, well! Looks like you hooting whores fucked up your negotiations!" Floating back with several heavy flaps, he positions himself behind the subtle swirl of a newborn twister- its form little more than loose pieces of the manor gathered thus far and the faint stirring of sound waves the incessant pulse of his inner amp emits in time like a metronome of destruction...a ticking time bomb- the very fate that had sealed his own world in the end now championed by a call to cause a similar calamity once more. Only this time, it was the owls' turn to watch everything they knew shred apart piece by piece by the oncoming storm.
"So let's make this CORDIAL, shall we? Hoo, HOO- cloacafuckers! HOOOOOOO'S READY TO DIE?" Punctuating the sentiment with a forceful slam of strings, the angel sends several waves of sound force below to slow any attempts at climbing to his lofty position in the sky, a position he'd already began to spiral up cloud by cloud as he stirred the atmosphere blurry with restless rounds of gritty guitar riffs to feed the speed of sound within the tilt of the the heaven-aimed pillar and all its currently collected debris from the shattered bits of man-handled manor.
Adam - Son of the Red Earth - Phase 1.
[track in play 🎵🎶🎸]
🎸Group Limit - 4 character slots. [@avispatr , @mages-pandoras-box , @a-hell-of-a-time x2] 🎸Win Requirements - 20 landed hits (or neutralization in Phase 3). 🎸Battle Requirements - Unless heavily staggered by multiple hits per round, Adam has a constant field-wide music-based aoe that accompanies his guitar playing. A 4D will be rolled to determine a number 1-4. This is the amount of sound waves from the aoe that will disturb the party (either breaking concentration or potentially injuring). I will then roll a 20D for each number of waves per character involved provided against your AC to see if you're hit (participants will message me with the confirmation of being hit or not via dms/discord). A hit will stagger/interrupt concentration and you will be unable to attack on your turn if this happens. *This does not stop you from performing other actions such as healing, assisting allies, dodging other incoming attacks, or using items. Adam's AC in Phase 1 is different than in Phase 2 and 3. If reached, Phase 2 and Phase 3 AC will be adjusted. After your reply is posted, send me your 20D dice rolls via messages for each attempted attack, and I will compare and align it to Adam's current AC to determine hits in my reply sequence. 🎸Starting Roll for the AOE field-wide energy surge mentioned above is: 2. I will be sending the listed characters above my two D20 rolls for each of you to determine if you're hit/disrupted on this first 'intro' round or not on your reply based on your personal AC.
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{ @mages-pandoras-box - I made our muses a thing!
#-unholy crusade-#;a message from beyond;#mages pandoras box#~v: doves & crows#; a servant of god & death; philza x angela#;Playlist for Angela x Philza Ship;#{This list is hella mixed xD#{But I think it's fitting#Spotify
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//Philza and Angela help a demon fight an enemy. (Singers are together AU)
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Lucifer takes to looking all over their home until he finds Lilith, or at least gets an idea where she is. He feels relieved on finding her at least, though... he can tell she's stressed at the moment. One might chalk it up to the events and revelations of the past few weeks, but...
"Lily, I'm glad you're.... did you feel that, too?"
He steps closer, pulling her closer in an attempt to offer any possible comfort
Lilith was tense. Perhaps it was her string of Fate, or the connection she had with particular souls. . .or her sense of cosmic danger rising...
But she knew that something had happened. Something...terrible.
Though the hairs on the back of her neck stood up on edge, she relaxed for all of a few seconds, pleased to at least see that Lucifer was okay. Her arms wrapped around Lucifer tightly as if her life depended on it. "I'm glad you are safe too, my love...but yes..I feel it. I fear the worse." She had a gut feeling that someone close needed them. Lilith trusted Alastor to protect Charlie, so she wasn't overly concerned for their daughter. She would check on her soon.
But there was another, one who was also close to her and Lucifer, that tugged at her heart. "I think we need to check on Adam. Something doesn't feel right. Hang on tight, darling." She didn't give him a moment to protest or comment. Within seconds, the pair were in Heaven near Adam's apartment. Hopefully it was just her imagination, but it was best to be safe than sorry.
{ Muse mention : @dick-meister }
#hells greatest dad#:ask reply:#dick meister#~v: fallen lovers of eden#~v: familiar taste of poison#:Unholy Crusade:
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{Oh Father, oh Father,
Oh Father,
My Father, —-well I am ready, won't you let it begin ;
cause I am here now •
I want to dance
in the mighty palm of your hand}
Your hand.
A star fallen is caught and saved by the father’s bloody and gentle palm, the heavens quiver as all is put to right .. all is as it should be.. a patch up,
Stitching the night sky ,
The dawn grows to see another day, the hands of the elder siblings keep the star in place its wild abandon subdued and its brightness shines anew ~
The star of new chances, the star that shines brightest before Dawn .
The light burning and cold and Glorious, burning away the darkness and those who dare to take it from its place in the sky .
The star of retribution, of redemption, of righteousness .
Father’s forgiveness and anger mixed into one ;
The prodigal son , the first dreamer, the wild warrior of his father’s domain.
The Morningstar appears .
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The portal opens in front of the Palace, Holy light spills forth, along with a heavy mist , like the fog in the morning, distorting the shadows as the being makes it entrance at first it looks many headed and winged a swirling of shadows in the fog that makes no sense , to stare at it too long would invite madness , before it condenses into one shape , one person steps out, the form is takes seems to be struggling to contain it all.
The son of the morning , Father’s favorite, youngest of the Archangel but all the more powerful just the same ,
Lucifer Haliel Morningstar stood before them looking down at the disgusting pit before him, He shook his head , yes his reality sadly got destroyed by his beloved and all knowing father but surely his being saved from this mess was better then falling ? { he made the right choice he knew he did}
No matter he was here to give out his father’s wrath and retribution , as a good Loyal ( subdued) Son should .
Golden eyes with cross pupils took in Lilith , all six wings quivering with the urge to take him into the air , his top hat halo glowing brightly against red sky , this should be easy enough perhaps Michale and Him could have a friendly wager on who killed the most heretics and disgusting sinners today .
Opening his mouth in a way that seemed he was Trying not to rip apart his very face with how carefully he moved he spoke— “I denounce you harlot , tempter , betrayer of farther’s most glorious plan and all your ways she-devil~” his voice it was polyphonic with a hint of Enochian, the opposite of the demonic hint in his fallen counterparts voice .
To think some cycle of him actually married this being let alone have children with her .. or well in this case , Had a child~ .
@hells-sirenqueen
#unholy crusade#v; unholy crusade#c; Lucifer Archangelo of Divinity#{ moots block the previous tags if you don’t want to see this }#{{ also SURPRISE !!! :D Hii guys }
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[Continued - @themosthatedbeingg ]
"That vile creature dared to touch you, rip away your precious wings.."
Lilith sat on her bed, with Lucifer in front of her after removing his armor and shirt off. His back was covered in blood, pieces of his now removed wings were still bleeding. She held a damp cloth with rubbing alcohol in hand as she cleaned off the mess.
The tips of her fingers trailed down his back, leaning forward to kiss the base of his neck.
"You should have called me sooner, darling. I would have spared you the suffering of losing your wings."
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You were dead to the world, now I'm dead to you
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[continued - xxx ]
Though its capability to produce a range of sound ranging from gritty echoes to soul withering rumbles seemed slated in the strings of the hybrid battle-axe, the span of angelic steel that caps its golden polish with a sharpened end sings once swung. Such a sickeningly sweet sound- like the ever present hum of a halo mixed with the shrill acoustics of a hawk's cry hitting a wall of cumulus. It's a far more distinctive noise than the resounding roar that accompanies a severed head still thinking itself attached to protest its 'exorcism' from its body, but shockingly short lived as the angel issues a fierce round of flapping to right himself mid-air and shoot the snarling hell lord a look befitting of the 'impudent' variety. Smug at the very least. False teeth flash in a widespread display of mania as the fallen head dissipates as if the black smoke it spares is an adequate replacement for bloodied water in beckoning a feeding frenzy from a passing shark.
"YEAHEAHH! Just the tip~" He tuts, the axe heavy by his side as he grasps the handle two-handed and wound back as if contemplating another head to accompany his intermittent bursts of rock and roll, but two lively maws darting in prompts his take off with a harsh flap to shoot him into the red sky. The heads aren't exactly as quirky as the last one, so he spends a good several squawking seconds evading the pair of snapping jaws, spiraling up the base of one serpentine neck to avoid its detection only for the second maw to spot and force him back out of its mate's blind spot. He continues this thrashing exchange of weaving in between both drooling sets of jaws, being sure to let both know in turn about how they all were being super cunty about this whole needing to die with their world thing. Until of course the third wheel of the remaining heads showed up once he'd been corralled by the other two. Shit. Shit-balls, even. His talons twitch on the axe, wound up to strike at the intrusion if it darted in, but it opts for a fire blast.
An initial screech is for the heat seeping in through the divine thread count. "Burning in hell- HOW FUCKING ORIGINAL-!!" The temperature detection levels in his mask alerts with a piercing shrill that would likely upset and permanently deafen any passing hellhounds. Golden feathers singe black at the ends until he all at once tucks them tight in favor of a downward dive towards the ground. With the aftermath of the fire still encasing him, he adjusts to a longer rung of air space just shy of where the manor's top floor met its stairway down, patting frantically at his once again unfurled feathers to beat patches of flames out of the lesser cooked bits to a spirited rendition of him calling Paimon a sore slut.
It's then he noticeS the 'congregation' below. And just what were those whores up to? Time to pay them a little visit- and he comes bearing gifts. Partly the flames from their nub necked lord still smoldering around his shoulders. Partly his now flaming axe which he slams into the ground in the middle of the three previous onlookers.
"Peek-a-boo!"
The walkway ruptures under the force of the strike he drops his train like momentum into, spreading fire and jagged chunks of concrete around the trio and the impact zone.
@avispatr , @mages-pandoras-box , @a-hell-of-a-time
hit counter [3+1 from burned/20 ] - phase 1
the music has stopped for this round.
#unholy crusade#v ; // unholy crusade#verse ; // way of wormwood#avispatr#mages-pandoras-box#a-hell-of-a-time
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"What sweet lullabies the voice of Death sings to me. His voice gives me warmth on days I ponder my existence. I know where I belong and in his arms is where I am bound."
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#-unholy crusade-#mages pandoras box#~v: doves & crows#;a servant of god & death; ~ philza x angela#Youtube
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@themosthatedbeingg
My hand slipped~
#:Unholy Crusade:#~v: queen of the hellish damned#~ : lovers damned by heavens light : ~#dark!lilith x divine lucifer#tw:suggestive#( 👀👀👀👀👀 It's them ♡♡♡♡
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He was here, wasn't he? For a brief moment, but Adam knew that feeling of power anywhere. Regardless of how feint it was... Father had shown up once again. He felt... Terrible. She had talked about her and Lucy doing things this whole week, would Adam being here disrupt that? Was his presence needed? Or even wanted?
He would let her decide.
No words, not yet, he would just... Join her on the couch and allow a bit of silence to pass until he couldn't allow the silence to go on much longer, not without knowing if he was intruding or not.
"Lilith. I can stay, or I can go. Whatever you decide, I'll accept without question."
Was it a terrible thing for her to be selfish?
Though she was still fuming from God's visit, she was worried about Adam. Honestly, she was surprised Adam hadn't been visited yet - he was likely next on the list, if she knew that bastard well enough.
Letting out a shaky breath, she reached her right hand out to him.
"I want you to stay, but I feel like Lute would pose an issue with that. I'm concerned for your safety." She swallowed a dry breath, "I have a gut feeling that says you're next to get a cryptic message from God. I just hope you get something better than what either Lucifer or I received from him."
She closed her eyes for a moment, "But if you..could spare a few minutes, I'd like you to stay before returning to Heaven to Lute."
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The absolute deconstruction of Adam’s mental in UC verse has me feeling a bunch of ways.
Like, he started out hopeful, trying his hardest to work things out with Lucifer and Lilith and actually did! They were having a good bit of fun and at one point Lucifer started to catch the tiniest bit of feelings for Adam. He talked to Roo for the first time in a long time to which he made amends for things between them as well.
Feeling good and having trust in them, Adam was fully prepared to go and talk to Sera and get an audience for all of them to talk about G’s plans but funnily enough, Adam’s own superior wouldn’t hear him out and locked him away for an amount of time he wasn’t even sure of. There he was bombarded by memories of himself and of Eve that tortured him pretty much.
At the time, he was feeling like the people of Hell were a lot better than those in Heaven only on the sheer fact that they listened to him and would listen to him. However after being broken out of the white room, everything changed dramatically. Lilith approaching Adam and trying to get him angry just so he could kill her in said anger, while around Lucifer, messed him up on the inside. He knew she was right on some levels but how it was done was just… wrong and left him literally beaten and half dead. Where else was he supposed to go after that but home?
Home, where he was now a fugitive if spotted by anyone who worked for the council as Sera had never allowed him to leave the White Room and if found, he would have been sentenced to fall. Only to just… lie on the ground for a day, bleeding and being alone up until Charlie was ported to him by G himself as a test to see if Charlie would finish him off right then and there. The sad thing is, looking back on it now, Adam would have preferred her to do so.
There was a bit of regained hope for him at that time, talking to Charlie and taking care of her made him feel a little better in a way that he wasn’t so alone. But there was a growing feeling of abandonment that was quickly getting bigger and bigger.
Eventually, Charlie leaves back to Hell, Lute tells him of Sera wanting to summon him after an accidental slip of the tongue and they ditch to Hell together. At least at the Hotel he got some time to rest, however that wouldn’t take long to be disrupted, learning of Charlie’s death, then having to fight Charbringer and eventually give up fighting her knowing that it was wrong to do so and he died.
Adam still remembers feeling the pain of death, being dead and his soul slipping away. Even though, somehow it was reverted and Lute took his place in his stead to which he had to watch Lute die, and then watch Charlie die in his arms…
After that, he buried Lute and just gave up. Adam went home and felt nothing. He’s lost so much and when looking around himself for who he had, who was he supposed to go to for help? He didn’t view himself as anything but a joke to everyone, someone to pin blame to, someone to leave in the background. Of course Angela tried to console him, but he wanted people who knew him to help him, love him, because those who don’t know him say the wrong things, make assumptions and cause him to feel even more lonely and wrong.
His mentality at this point was so shattered that when Eve, who is absolutely alive, showed up. He thought she was just a figment of his imagination, more White Room BS who helped a little but once he left to see Emily and found out that Sera had passed in battle, he found that he really couldn’t feel anything towards it. He felt bad for Emily, but the feelings of it was all light and on the surface.
Once he got home, that’s when he made the decision, if he was doomed to be nothing more than a after thought then he would just go back to being the villain he once pushed himself past. It’s the only way he knew how to cope and it’s not like anyone was coming around to help him anyways, it was either the mask or lay on the floor until the Cycle ended and he couldn’t sit back and do that.
He’s come full circle, and that’s really sad but also an incredibly interesting character ��development’ that’s happened over time. I thought Adam would end up being a hero through this story, showing off bravery, selflessness and care but… this has all gone so against him that he just can’t feel those things anymore or much of anything.
UC is…. Not great for Adam lol
#voice of toast;#v; unholy crusade#read more for length#I’m sure I’m leaving some stuff out on accident but#goddamn
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