* 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑.

five word prompts ( ACCEPTING. )

The equally as sarcastic and playful response brings a mischievous grin to Mason’s lips, topaz eyes rolling to the back of her head once Lucifer adjusts his clothing. She had saved him from ending up flat on his ass like the rest of the dead, and he was acting as though the half-blood had just scattered dust all over his clothes. Honestly, who wore a suit when it was the damn end of the world? “If you’re telling the truth, anyone in the group could say that to you,” Mason retorted, stepping out of the closet after Lucifer, withdrawing the hunting knife from her belt. Quickly, the fairy got to work on stabbing the downed walkers’ at the base of their skulls, blood splattering onto her filthy boots. Chin raising as the odd man begins to speak once more, the half-blood let out an annoyed huff through her nose. She highly doubted that anyone else would have come to his aid, especially with the heaps of attitude they were bound to receive in return. Eyebrows raise as the fairy watches him dispel a walker with ease, moving to finish it off once it hit the floor. Yanking her blade out of its skull, Mason’s head whipped around to meet Lucifer’s gaze, the wide smile on her lips starkly contrasting the flames of anger that were smoldering in her yellow eyes. “You just admitted that I’m pretty,” she pointed out, stepping towards him and firmly grasping the other end of the jar. 

✰     ◞    @isreficul​ continued from x

A          FIRST          ATTEMPT          AT          NECROMANCY.          a          sorceress,          yet          too          young          to          understand          the          consequences          of          her          actions,          or          simply          because          yennefer          𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝          𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎          about          the          brotherhood          sending          its          mages          after          her.          it          was           𝐚          𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧          𝐚𝐫𝐭,          summoning          demons,          and          yet          without          blinking          the          sorceress          assembled          the          needed          ingredients          of          the          rituals          in          her          p o m p o u s          b e d r o o m          in          rinde.          candles          were          arranged          into          a          circle          and          runes          painted          on          her          bare          stomach,          latin          words          chanted          as          she          kneeled          on          the          creaking          wooden          boards          now          vibrating          from          the          chaos          extending          from          her          fingertips.          her          mouth          was          filled          with          the           𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚢          𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐          𝚘𝚏          𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍         as          the          chorus          stopped          and          her          knees          buckled          under          her.          yennefer          slumped          to          the          ground          in          exhaustion,          the          palm          of          her          hands          stemmed          down          on          either          side          to          brace          for          the          fall.

with          the          stopping          of          the          chorus          came          another          presence,          its          voice          breaking          the          stagnant          pause          and          causing          lilac          eyes          to          look          up.           𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆          𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓          𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘          𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆.          it          seemed          it          did          from          the          look          on          his          baffled          face.          they          both          were.          ❛          do          all          demons          wear          terribly          blant          suits          ?          ❜          the          sorceress          blurted           without          thinking,          groaning          in          pain          as          her          vision          slowly          shifted          and          her          hands          rose          up          to          cover          her          exposed          breasts.

           lips tugging back, exposing the amusement her question brings forth. being summoned by a woman whose upper half laid bare and only covered by lithe hands, he could very well ask if she knew a thing about bras and other garments she probably wouldn't know anything about. but this room --- the very atmosphere of which he stands in is different from that of hell and despite standing out like sore thumb, there's another aura of issues circulating around him. this woman wasn't like the others, no. she's not some wiccan, nor a wannabe witch who found spells off meaningless sites. and this world is not one he's far too familiar with. summoned here once, yes, but banished back before he could utter a word.

five word prompts ( ACCEPTING. )

five word prompts ( ACCEPTING. )

          “i said: there’s a vampire in los angeles that’s killing humans,” lucy westenra offered once more, attempting to keep her voice low should there be any mortals within listening distance that weren’t drunk off their ass. while she had once been labelled the bloofer lady for taking children in the night, the vampiress had never brought death upon anyone’s door. to do so would most certainly cement her place in hell, as so many had told her of her fate since the count had turned her against her will. “whoever it is, is draining the blood out of his victims. i’d think that be something you’d want to know about – especially if it’s who i think it is; he calls himself your son, afterall. and…my own selfish reason as to not wanting to be hunted by vampire hunters for what this vampire is doing.”

Her pale skin practically looked ablaze, basked in the deep golden light from the ball that was hovering between her hands. Mason’s butterscotch eyes were darting between the door and the power that was buzzing between her fingers, the skin around them crinkled with tension. It looked downright unstable, flickering and sparking with energy as it crackled against the skin of her palms. Lucifer’s quip about candy of all things had the half-blood’s gaze turning venomous. If looks could kill, the odd man would be dead several times over, between the fairy and the rest of the group. “You would assume correctly. Half of them are mine, once we make it through this,” she countered, expression daring him to oppose her. Nodding at Lucifer, she took a step away from the door, allowing the first of the dead to push through. Throwing the ball of light at their feet, she grabbed the (angel?) man’s shoulder and pulled him back. Just before her spirit bomb hit the ground, it exploded in a burst of blinding yellow light. The force of the blast sent the walkers flying on their backs, and a satisfied smirk curled its way onto Mason’s lips as she withdrew the hunting knife from her belt. “Age before beauty,” she says slyly, gesturing towards the door with her free hand. 

     He was a little bit of an eccentric man when Cecilia first met him, and to his credit, the Saint Denis Charlatan had stayed that way. Consistency was a rare luxury these days, so it was always appreciated when it was shown. Regardless of all that, he had also given Cecilia very good leads in the past whenever she dabbled her way back into bounty hunting. She always wondered just how he got his information – but that was the point of a charlatan, right? And while you should never look a gift horse in the mouth, the same could easily be said for someone as well informed as him. 

     Cecilia ignores the playful jab ( ‘my little bounty hunter’? really? ) but gives him the courtesy of a smile and a wave. “Do we? I wasn’t aware we were on such a tight schedule. I’ll do better to be on time when we meet next.”

   pearly whites gnash, lips drawn back to present the devilish grin that often does his BIDDING. can’t go wrong with the unearthly charm and a fancy, three-piece suit when presenting the start of a punishment to an unsuspecting mortal. he won’t go into too many details ( HE NEVER DOES, NO SHOCKER. ) when it comes to how he plans to gain control over one of the local businesses, but it’ll be enough for cecilia to know her role in the matter. ‘ never mind that, now. i think a woman of your caliber would love to see a man punished for his crimes, especially those against WOMEN AND CHILDREN since you mortals tend to react quickly to aid them. ‘  lucifer would also like to point out how brave humans became when animals were in danger versus some old bloke crossing in front of the trolley, but he will save that for another time and punishment.

   ‘ i can’t begin to understand why you’ve been following me around all night and to be honest, i rather not know.’ having enough problems on his plate was the start of his extended, equally as extended vacation from hell and at every turn there was something new to interrupt his newfound hobby. once the nightclub had cleared, all except the company who stalked him from corner to corner, the devil decided that ignoring them wasn’t going to work in his favor at all. ‘ but i’m willing to bet you’re going to tell me anyway, so spit it out. ‘

   ‘ what the hell is this-- wait, don’t tell me! is this some sort of pun about the one android who walks into a nightclub and meets the club owner but shockingly, the owner is the devil and the android has no bloody clue what that means? because if so, we are going to be toxic companions and whatever little iphone noggin you have is going to fry trying to understand me.’ safe to say that lucifer is already amused and enjoying all the ways he can fry a processor by saying racy jokes and waiting for a reaction. but, hands are clasped together and the devil leans back dramatically. ‘ or samsung, i don’t discriminate against technology.’

  ‘ you talk about the group not facing issues alone, but here you are plotting to take on the bald witch of the undead without telling a soul. ‘ this mortal was different than the others, one who was quite silent but very stern on what happened and what didn’t. lucifer is prepared to be told no about tagging along, about going back to his own home and that being on watch was none of his concern-- but perhaps the archer thought lucifer didn’t care about his safety for him to spill the truth about taking on alpha alone. as much as the devil wanted to see her punished, he couldn’t explain to these clueless people how he did it. and she took things from them he dare not bring up out of the clear blue. that’s what happens when the group think he’s a crazed fool, delusional about being the devil and all.

   it makes little sense when mortals use lux as a place to spew their problems and not for what it is, a nightclub where all sins and desires could be released. with the amount of drunkards and women in the mood for comfort between their thighs, why on earth would the devil be sought out and listening to a tale about...fuck, the whiskey must’ve drowned out his eardrums. ‘what were you saying about blood again, love? it’s easy for me to get lost in my own little world when there are matters i can care less about hanging around.’ not to mention a very beautiful woman grinding on a pole directly behind the young woman who’s talking to him.

   the swindler, the favor-granter, the saint denis charlatan and all of the unfavorable names granted to the suit-clad devil who could always be found seated in the park with a fancy, gold pocket watch pressed against his palm. since his unruly alliance with dutch’s gang, lucifer was the one pulling the strings in terms of making sure no harm befell the women and that little urchin at camp, so long as he had souls to punish. the terms didn’t actually go into detail and saying one was the devil apparently wasn’t an uncommon phrase thrown around. devil this, devil that-- he finds it amusing how many mortals believe they are evil incarnate and yet can be snuffed out with a snake berry from a bush. but anyway, terms that he make cash deals and procure information on the pinkertons to keep them at bay. today is different and once the redhead had appeared upon the cobblestone path, pocket watch is tucked away and an amused smile is adorned. ‘i was wondering when you’d show up, my little bounty hunter! do have a seat, we have much to plot and scheme.’