⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ LUCIFER'S CALLING

𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 ? 𝙽𝙾. 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃. , how could he refuse such an offer from her , to taste of the 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚁𝙾𝚃 that courses through her veins, was too tempting to refuse , too tempting to pass up and he smiles , 𝙰 𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 , hand rises to curl around her neck , teeth like daggers being flashed in the low light , fingers gripping round her swanlike neck , how easily beast could 𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝚈 , should that be what he wishes.

ㅤㅤㅤ❛ I could just search your mind , but I 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴 at the thought of partaking in your blood my dear.... if you would be 𝙾𝙷 𝚂𝙾 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳 .... ❜ voice trails off , lips curling upwards , long locks frame his ghostly , pale visage , crimson irises shift , running along her neck , almost 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚅𝙴𝙸𝙽𝚂 , the force pumping through her as enticing as the sweetest blood , singing to him.

THE SMILE OF THE DEVIL, IT CAPTIVATES HER DEEPLY. How it called to her, sin onto sin, for his hunger for blood was just as mighty as his hunger for her. [ he always sought her out, always bared fangs at her. ] Now, she accepts the ending of her chains to turn into another hand, one that now cradled her neck as he neared. His shadows consumed her small form, engulfed by the abyss and Hell of his own, she finds comfort as a sharp exhale was released.

The stone within her pulses, the souls screaming to the souls within him. She leans her neck back to reveal more of it, one hand on his wrist and the other traveling to her neck, claws of a beast slicing into her perfect neck so her black, rotten blood was poured for the vampire. She chokes at the sensation, her own eyes dulled by the moment the two shared between them. — ❛ I am yours. ❜

𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇    𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒    𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍    ,    truly    she    had    to    be    crafted    by    the    devil    himself  ,    for    the    𝐒𝐈𝐍    embodied    her    namesake  ,    in    all  ways  ,    even    he  ,    the    𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆    𝐎𝐅    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓      finds    himself    tempted    by    her    so  ,    she    was    decadence    an    𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    to    be    savored  ,    every    little    bite    devoured    by    the    bit  ,    not    taking    tooo  much    or    too    little  ,    but    just    the    right    amount    ,    𝐓𝐎      𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑  ,      to    devour.

❛      𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄    𝐓𝐎    𝐎𝐖𝐍  ,    mine    to    feast    upon    ,    to    devour...    as    i    see    fit.    ❜    As    he    spoke  ,    he    moves    closer    to    her  ,    tugging    her  toward    him  ,    his    focus    only    on    the    𝐑𝐎𝐓    which    seeps    from    her    perfect    porcelain    flesh  ,    crimson    optics    fixed    upon    her    as    he    leans    ever    closer    to    her  ,    maw    to    her    swanlike    neck  ,    teeth    sinking    into    flesh    as    he    begins    to    𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄    that    black      ,    rotten    ichor  ,    eyes    closing    slowly    as    the    sweet    rot    washes    over    his    tongue  ,    filling  his    greedy    mouth

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ rest assured my queen , your chains will be undone , but the dog can only chase the heels , when he has the scent... ❞ it was a promise he would make to her , a guarantee from him.

LOSING IT ALL, TO SIMPLY GAIN FREEDOM — But was it truly freedom if one end of the chain was simply being past onto another's grip? His hold would be cruel, would be maddening & above all, he would have no mercy. [ fitting role for the beast of a beauty. ] Her eyes light up at realizing something, that she could take him to her, but when the offering of her blood onto another remained . . . — She cannot deny herself said temptation.

Beckoning him closer, her smaller form threatened to be swallowed & engulfed by his massive frame, Lust moves to whisper into his ear. ❛ Do you need my blood to find him, my dearest count? ❜

𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 ? 𝙽𝙾. 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃. , how could he refuse such an offer from her , to taste of the 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚁𝙾𝚃 that courses through her veins, was too tempting to refuse , too tempting to pass up and he smiles , 𝙰 𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 , hand rises to curl around her neck , teeth like daggers being flashed in the low light , fingers gripping round her swanlike neck , how easily beast could 𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝚈 , should that be what he wishes.

ㅤㅤㅤ❛ I could just search your mind , but I 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴 at the thought of partaking in your blood my dear.... if you would be 𝙾𝙷 𝚂𝙾 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳 .... ❜ voice trails off , lips curling upwards , long locks frame his ghostly , pale visage , crimson irises shift , running along her neck , almost 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚅𝙴𝙸𝙽𝚂 , the force pumping through her as enticing as the sweetest blood , singing to him.

— ❛ STOP HIDING, ALUCARD. ❜ Master to servant, spoken with dignity and slight playful malice. Her blue eyes linger on the shadow in the corner, no doubt hiding her bird from sight. ❛ I'm not one for time wasting. You know that. ❜

𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝙻𝚄𝚁𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙴 , does the monster step , a grin across features , lips curled to a sickening smile as steps echo , the place 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴 , his amusement at her annoyance apparent in his tone. , though he knew for a fact the annoyance was 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙴.

ㅤㅤㅤ❛ 𝙾𝙷 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙰 you know how much I love to get under your skin , 𝙸𝚃 𝙰𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙴 , oh so much. Now I suspect you have orders for me , who dares to make an enemy of you , shall I 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 , gnaw upon their bones ? tear heart from chest and gorge myself on their blood in your name ? simply state what it is you desire and your orders will be carried out 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁. ❜ her word was holy writ and his gospel after all.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Those chains shall only hold for as long as it takes me to figure out how to break them , be certain of that... ❞ She must know that when he set his mind to accomplish some goal , not even hell itself would stop him from achieving that goal.

The thought of being free had never crossed her mind; Not until she had met Alucard, the Hellish Knight of all things impure. How she entangled herself in his web of wretchedness was unknown, but within the silk threads did she found home there. [ she wants to go with him, she wants to be free. ] Yet, she would not fully be untangled; the holder of the leash would simply be passed to a different hand, and she could feel the grip tightening as she neared closer to Alucard, gloved hand above his heart, where their eyes met.

— ❛ Take me with you. ❜ Lust says as free hand cupped his cheek tenderly, an act solely reserved for Alucard as of now. — Her No Life King.

❛ I will go where you do, simply break my chains, and I am yours. ❜

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ rest assured my queen , your chains will be undone , but the dog can only chase the heels , when he has the scent... ❞ it was a promise he would make to her , a guarantee from him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ what of me you ask ? my will is that of my master alone , though i am allowed my indulgences from her , from time to time. ❞ to emphasize that he meant her as an indulgence his hand finds itself , palm pressed to soft cheek , fingers caressing horridly perfect flesh. a bit of a pause and smirk.

she might be surprised that integra was a woman of many interesting and unique passions and desires , some were on the level of the two helltouched beings

— ❛ And of my Father? ❜ Lust finally inquired of the beast that now held the beauty by faux heart. Someone as foul as he had earned the scolding burns of Hellfire, for now he had come to find comfort in its flames. [ he was an oddity, but one that never failed to amuse her. ] His touches awaken a hidden part of her she had only shown him, the vain weakness of baring her faults onto his hands. To think, the Devil had come across fire and found home in it. Her eyes soften as she nods to his words, concern over her own duties coming to play.

❛ I will go where you do, but all I require is freedom from freeing my siblings and I. I do not have faith in my Father to spare them any agonies should I simply leave. ❜ Lust spoke, feeling an odd sense of comfort from his touches upon her, leaning closer to him to feel his touch closer to her own. — ❛ I will be yours, but I'm still chained to Father. If you desire me, break those chains. ❜

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Those chains shall only hold for as long as it takes me to figure out how to break them , be certain of that... ❞ She must know that when he set his mind to accomplish some goal , not even hell itself would stop him from achieving that goal.

ㅤㅤㅤPerfect alabaster flesh , lips that would make Aphrodite herself red with envy , she was a beautiful nightmare , His beautiful nightmare and his alone , He would be greedy with her.

CAUGHT NOW FALLING IN THE CRACK LUCIFER HAD CREATED WHEN FORSAKEN — Lust knows the monster would not release her from his maw, how could this possibly end? [ he speaks of grand damnation, and it calls to her. ] Humans dull, cretins weak and rotten, but Alucard had proven to be a beast of a different calling. There was something beautiful in his Hell, and the fire she would soon become would soon become his Hellfire.

His gaze devours her; She can feel the flames lick at her skin like a gluttonous tongue licking an open wound. She should turn away, back away, but the monster, in the shape of a nightmarish creature, was breathtaking.

Words of his bring her out of her thoughts, and his lingering silence is understood. She knew he had his collar still bound, her own to Father still strong as well. Both locked in place, she only tilts her head to the side once her hand reached out to gently motion for him to lower his head to her height. — ❛ I will be yours, even after that sun of yours sets. I will be patient. However . . . What of you? ❜

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ what of me you ask ? my will is that of my master alone , though i am allowed my indulgences from her , from time to time. ❞ to emphasize that he meant her as an indulgence his hand finds itself , palm pressed to soft cheek , fingers caressing horridly perfect flesh. a bit of a pause and smirk.

she might be surprised that integra was a woman of many interesting and unique passions and desires , some were on the level of the two helltouched beings

HIS EYES COULD BURN ANGEL WINGS, COULD SCORCH THE HEAVENS. Yet, they are warming to the Hellfire Woman, finding solace in the madness he could produce with a single lift of his finger. His touch was ravonous, was otherworldly, and once again Lust feels herself being pulled into him like those many nights a long time ago. Her eyes watch his intently, unwavering as his words speak deeply to the souls within her. Could they, too, sense the souls Alucard devours while Lust was birthered through her own?

❛ I, ❜ She decides, falling for his charm and words like so long ago, his hold on her reawakening. — ❛ Wish to be yours, by your side, for not even death could part me from you. ❜

ㅤㅤㅤPerfect alabaster flesh , lips that would make Aphrodite herself red with envy , she was a beautiful nightmare , His beautiful nightmare and his alone , He would be greedy with her.

❝ I DO NOT ASK YOU TO BOW. ❞ his tone is low , his gaze on her filled with his apparent hunger for her , his steps resonating as he steps around to place his gloved hand under her chin , lifting her gaze to meet his , head tilting ever so slightly to the side.

THE WAY HIS HUNGER SPOKE LOUDER THAN WORDS . . . It was something biting much like how she had seen his victims come undone with maw and gun. [ his touch was lethal, his words a bullet in their own right. ] The touch on her chin makes her look up with a bit of a struggle, red lips full and closed as his words itched deep into her. With eyes slightly narrowed, she moves to stand to fully face him with her arms crossed.

❛ Then what am I to you? Other than a meal, what good am I if you wish to gorge yourself until I am gone? Do I take the crown of Queen for you? ❜

HIS HUNGER WAS APPARENT IN HIS STARE. If he were weaker, he would have been slaughtered, but Lust held back the rabid dog with claws. Lust turns away from his gluttonous need, noting it was far morbid than that of her little brother. [ a shock in its own right. ] She hums, looking toward the moon above them. ❝ May your temptations haunt you. I refuse to bow my neck to the likes of you. ❞

❝ I DO NOT ASK YOU TO BOW. ❞ his tone is low , his gaze on her filled with his apparent hunger for her , his steps resonating as he steps around to place his gloved hand under her chin , lifting her gaze to meet his , head tilting ever so slightly to the side.

❝ WELL, LOOK WHO IT IS ... @luciferborne, have you come to try devouring me all over again? We both know I am hard to digest, and we both have experience in said matters. ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ hm hm hm , save as many as you wish there are millions upon millions to feed my eternal existence , take what you want divine one , it will matter not when the end times come and their souls will burn the same as all. ” his mouth was still leaking with her ichor , a taste so unlike any he had ever tasted before , his eyes flickering open gaze lowered to meet her own , his steps slow as he approaches her.

she could take what she wanted from him , take and steal and leave him with nothing , because in the end of it all , she had already given him what he wanted, her attention , her intrigue. black clad hand curls long fingers round the grip of his black iron hand-cannon.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤnot a single moment passing as he proceeds to fire a shot from it , right into her chest and without missing a beat he's approaching her , shoving his hand into the wound and feeling round her insides. exploring til he finds her heart and wraps his fingers around it , ripping it from her chest in a display of violence and a spray of gore upon her pristine white garments , draping her in a shower of golden ichor as he rips her heart out , holding it in his palm.

DELIGHTED IN HIS DAMNATION, HIS HELL WOULD BE PERSONAL. She would be his prison, hold him in her ribcage if he dared wish to flutter away with broken wings. Minerva sees the other as a beast, one in need of a proper shackle and chain, and the thought alone intrigued her to let him move closer, to claim her space with his. No pain was as great as when she fell from her Brother's aim, but the way the monster swore his own madness onto her made her mind begin to bubble with the agonies the one before her could provide her.

His bite --- It was all that ran through her mind, for she still felt it even after her followers were saved and wound now healed in his hand. His hold was cold, ridged, it was maddening and wicked all the same. She recalls how demons devour the divine and nearly shudders from the thought of having him dine on her.

O', to be wanted so much --- It makes one ache with gluttonous obsession.

His act is brutal, it is like a crucifixion done by Lucifer himself, his touch on a heart that had not been pierced in centuries made her eyes widen, blood poured from the wound and lips as it gushed freely. She could feel the digging of his gloved digits into the pounding heart, covered in cold and divinity before him. She is, for a moment, emotionless and void. A bleakness that made the Devil shake and tremble in his very temple.

Until her body began to disappear into a pile of snakes, slithering upon and around him until they cloak his hand fully, body forming around his hold, where her heart, in with his hand still embedded deep in her chest. Minerva grins widely, content with his cruelty as she chuckles and cups her favorite plaything with gloved hands, no doubt scorching him for his act against God.

❝ Is that all you cost? You're rather cheap, pet. Why, I think a nice nametag and collar will make you behave. ❞

O' GOD YOUR BURN IS LIKE FIRE , HIS SOUL AFLAME such divine hatred , divine cruelty and unholy lust , his eyes focus upon her , those words falling pon' his ears like the sweetest hyms. he was from hell and she from the holiest of places , a union that would defy all natural things , good and evil blending together forming something dubious , something unclean , but they both wanted it , they both needed it , he could see it in her unwavering gaze , feeling those hands on his face , black leather against pale skin , her heart in his palm still.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ a small price to pay then , to have what it is that you want , would you not say o'creator of the heavens and the earth , she who formed the world but was then forgotten and cast out ? ❞ Did he think her divine or something like him , something rejected and scorned , hated and despised by the masses , even if she was the true creator.

Her body had reclaimed her heart , the cavity having formed around his hand , a cheap trick , one that he did not appreciate. he had planned to devour her heart and take it into himself , but this , as close as she was he's leaning close to her , staring into her golden heavenly gaze , his hellfire eyes burning as bright as her own.

2 whole drawings. can u believe that