you pray so hard on bloody knees

@cuthro​ said: Punish me.

unprompted // ALWAYS ACCEPTING ♡

Lucilius’ hesitance is born of thought – the pause between where a gloved hand hovers over preened purple feathers. Then, his brow arches, and his hand lowers. “Hoh…?” It’s an unusual phrase to use, when Lucilius was granting him the taste of the forbidden – power reserved for the corrupt and the wicked. This was the pinnacle of Belial’s purpose in this fruitless world, and even with his perverse tongue – the implication that this would degrade him in any way was something that intrigued Lucilius; did Belial think evil was something that would taint him more than they already were? 

The astral scoffs. What nonsense.

     “Do you think this is punishment…?” comes the faux coo of Lucilius’ voice – head tilting as his fingers begin to intricately trace the spines of each feather on each wing. His eyes lid. “Learn to count your blessings; this is a gift, you fool.” A contract: the binding of Belial’s existence to his plans – his apocalypse. He sees it now: these angel wings would not suit him anymore – not with the devil at his back. Lucilius hums, and his palm presses into the softness of his feathers – feeling the bone. Then, the curling of his hand – the press of his lips against the shell of Belial’s ear once he feels feathers ruffle in anticipation.

     “ I am your punishment.”

The twist of his wrist – the crackle of bones snapping.