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Despite it being on my mind for a while, what solidified the decision has been the present increase of visitors from France within my DA and the abuse of my work o 7 o;; I originally wanted to yeet to Toy House but I found out the person who has been talking ill of my work recently went there, causing me to leave that site as well. As much as I'd love to house a little corner here for my work. It's not safe either, as this present page has been spammed by the same individual after I requested them to take down an animation I've done with them as I no longer wanted to associate with them. (They requested me to delete the images I made using their oc's. So I've commented that I'll do it if they take down my work o 3o)

Besides that, I'll be fine o7o!

Besides working 50 hrs (at this point-), I applied for a college program so I won't have time anyway o 7o! Best of luck >:3!! Though I might be a terrible example, be extremely sure who you share your work with (projects included). You don't know if they'll shove your work in AI or replace all your work with AI TCT (Also do keep in mind this concept is overused within her world, so if you want your work to be represented, kudos to ya o 7 o;)

Lucy faced up towards the shadow, guiding her daughter - Venus - behind her as a set of red eye-like-beads pierced down to the two. An uncomfortable sense of pressure came upon the being’s attention; enough so to pressure one of the Original Lords of Mofril: Lucifer Stella. 

“-I..I understand that you’re going through a lot-” Lucifer cleared her throat, failing to maintain her prideful posture. Staggering back a few steps and invaded Venus’ personal space once the Shadow’s blazing-red eyes targeted their attention to her. A suffocating pressure caused the two to shiver as they met–or attempted to–their terrifying gaze.

With hesitant breath, both Stella’s tensed as the silence drowned long enough to cause discomfort. Venus shifted her nervous attention to Lucifer, no longer able to meet the Demon’s eyes any longer.

“-But even you realize…Dominik needs a parent to look after them;” Lucifer’s voice faintly trembled, enough for her daughter to catch on to it. “You’re working hard–I-I understand that–and the other children work with you.” She gulped down the rest of her words, fearing the outcome if she spoke further.

Fear. Is the only emotion Venus managed to understand at the moment. Clutching on Lucifer’s shirt for a sense of security, despite her sour expression at her unfinished sentence. However, for Lucifer to speak it all, was something Venus could not overlook.

The shadowed being opened it’s mouth, exhaling a breath that caused the other two to hold theirs. With one sentence–a threat? An order? A request? –it was difficult to decipher with the lack of emotion the being provided; not even a reassurance of tone due to the lack of empathy the being seemed to speak with.

“Silence is more befitting for you, Lucifer,” His voice shivered down their bodies, Venus’ instincts screamed for her to run and drag her mother with her–by any means. I would shut my mouth if I were you, Lucifer.

The message was clear, though for one party it seems. 

“Please-” Lucifer responded, earning another displeased scowl from the God. "I-I...p-please l-let-" A quiet stutter echoed behind Lucy, instant regret surfaced Venus’ throat as her voice spoke for her. Her attention meeting to the very thing she was becoming afraid of–and the unspoken order of their eyes already making Venus snap their mouth shut. Clutching Lucifer’s clothing so hard her knuckles were banshee-white. 

“I’m. Speaking,” He snarled, his eyes telling of how lowly he viewed Venus Stella, making the individual shiver and swell with tears.

As the Shadowed being turned his attention to Lucifer–she instantly fixed her posture; reassuring her daughter quietly as her attention fixated on him.

“If you believe, I will stand with your assumptions–” The man leaned down to Lucifer’s level-invading her personal space as she tried immensely to hide her emotions. “ –over brief mentions of inconveniences over my child…You are wrong,” Don’t speak like you know everything, when you don’t. 

The only being who can speak to a Lord in this manner. A mere Shadowed Devil with unholy capabilities and horrific solutions to major problems.

“I do not require you’re parenting advice,” His attention shifting to Venus, his sight knowing of her present path and the toll she has- it almost made it unbearably uncomfortable for them as they tried to hide behind Lucifer. “This matter is unrelated to that…This is about the Cult,-”

Lucy’s eyes widened as her face streaked with a crimson blush out of embarrassment. Nearly offended if it wasn’t for the change of topic. “I told you the matter will get worse and Dominik wou-”

“No, you do not understand” The being’s voice darkened - his orbs slowly rising to exaggerate his height-hovering over the Lord and her successor. “You do not seem to understand what a conversation is. You speak, I speak. Does it look like I was done?”

Lucifer scowled - an expression that didn’t exist for long once she met up the Devil’s fixated gaze. Finally gaining some form of courage to speak in return.

“It’s not just about…having a mother. It’s about the deeper sense of security that comes from knowing Dominik would be loved and protected-” Lucy spoke carefully-returning to the topic which began to anger the God before them.

The shadow stared at Lucifer. His eyes slit with the intent of murder, only to fizzle with restraint at the vague reminder of who exactly he was speaking to. Attempting to regain his loosing patience, which wasn't much. The Shadow had no right to be asking for any kind of respect from a being as high as Lucifer. Higher than himself. At least. The shadow looked back to Lucifer, taking in her words before finally responding with a frighteningly calm tone.

“.. Are you insinuating Dominik isn't loved, or protected under my care, Lucifer ?”

Yes, the thinking was short.

“No- I mean-” Lucy stammered, regret piling at her stomach.

“Strange,” The shadow spoke, a dark tone slithering as he spoke. “Your true thoughts are coming to light, Lucifer”

Lucifer shook her head. “No, I mean that you’re busy and a child requires-”

“-Dominik is old enough to no longer require simple coddling, Lucifer. Sixteen years, they have never lacked anything you claim they do. Love, protection, stability–they were perfectly quaint and never in deprivation as you may believe they are”

“-THEN WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF THEY WISH TO SEE THE WORLD?” Lucifer blurted, guiding Venus back- a poetic-yet-hypocritical set of words abandoning Lucifer’s body. 

The unholy being took one loud, confident, and angry step forward.

“Are you certain of your words, Lucifer…Are you positive of this path you’re so virtuously taking..?”

Lucifer bit her lip, finally-and shamefully-looked away. “...no,”

“Predictable,” A growl huffed over the two.

The shadow fixed his posture, and extended his palm forward. Air swirled like ribbons as a it formed a neatly kept filed holding the name ‘Dominik Auclair’ on it’s edge. Glancing back to the two. 

“...I will give you the legal Guardianship Agreement Documents. For you to hold full custody of Dominik.” He spoke, his attention sharpened as they both gawked at him in surprise. “And everyone will be happy. Correct..?”

Venus’ eyes widened, giving nervous glances between their mother and the document. Puzzled at why he even agreed if he seemed so against it- possibly even despised the idea of anyone else looking after Dominik.

“During the night.” He explained. “I do not know how it happened. But someone from the cult broke into my home. And tried to kill Dominik.” Both women remained silent, an uncomfortable shutter as they remained their attention to the Unholy God. “As I was thinking about a solution. Your words came into mind. Since you seem so resilient for Dominik to have a mother, you’ll be responsible for him for now on.”

Venus looked up at him nervously. Scattered words forming sentences as she tried to speak carefully, her voice shrilled and shivered as she tried to question the shift of the conversation “Are you sure this is what you want;;? I-I do-”

“Silence,” The temperature dropped to a near threatening level. As per his request, silence befitting the dead settled in the room, making Venus quake frightfully behind Lucifer- a protective arm against Venus as Lucifer faintly glared at the being.

Lucifer–on the other hand–was terrified, however despite the circumstances and the possibility of a violent end, she preferred to protect than potentially risk her child of any consequence. Giving this frightening God a final glance, before trying to make a decision.