𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔬 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰

How he wishes that wasn’t the case for she was perfect the way she was created. His own tiny piece of heavenly perfection. For wasn’t it God who created her? Wasn’t she the last piece of divinity that he ever got to touch? And perhaps that was her entire allure. Perhaps. 

A kiss placed to the pad of her finger as it tickles against his lips. 

Once upon a time Lilith had been a human herself yet it was so long ago- could it even count? Could she claim to have been one of them at all, really. Looking at her in this light, in this way, no one could claim she’d ever been less. How could one creation be so much. 

And yet he does adore her in his own way. Wants to keep her safe. Protected. As best he could. Lucifer knows how wrongly she was used. Remembers her cries, keenly. Would do anything not to hear them again. For his own sake and sanity. She is the tides that move the earth while he is merely the moon. 

A sigh “And what image would that be, Lilith? You have so many” he almost sounds bored but leans in closer, practically cheek to cheek now “and I cherish each” 

      ⛧ she cannot help the smile that pulls at her lips as he kisses her, a tenderness from both that the whole world would deny. after all, it is far easier to see the claws of the villain, than the soft palm of their hand. this, she knows intimately. 

      ⛧ perhaps that is why she loves him so. there has always been the sense that lucifer has seen her in her entirety. she’d been amazed the first time he had ever lain eyes on her, that he would bother with a creature who had been low even among the heavens, and then dragged down further still. and yet he had not only seen her, but held her, brought her to new heights. and honoured her when she had learned to stand there proudly. 

           “With the way of things- it likely won’t turn again” Lucifer says this without weight for he cares not for the world. Least not the vermin crawling around on it. Would that he could spin the planet fast as a top and knock them all into the ether. 

            Back he steps, stroking her cheek fondly with the back of his hand. Thumb brushing down her neck to yet again hold her close. Almost as a captor would control a bird. Gentle but without room to squirm. Completely unable to stop touching her in some form. “Ironic that those thought to bring humanities downfall have had practically no hand in it” a smirk twists his lips. Vile beauty as it is. A dark thing somehow lit up in her presence. Glad to be with his equal. 

            “Have you brought me here to die, Lilith?” A sigh and he looks off her shoulder into the beyond, reflecting “how romantic.” 

      ⛧ cannot quite conceal the way she winces at his tone; she has never had quite the derision for humans that lucifer does. angels had always been far crueler. but she would forsake them all if he asked.

      ⛧ she hums at his touch, like a nightingale that sings at being stroked, even as she is locked in a cage. though she has rarely considered the walls around her to be anything other than his way of protecting her, and no one else had thought to do even that. thumb runs along his lip, tracing the expression, finding beauty in the sharp edges. “the humans’ own machinations, rather than a cosmic one.”

                  lilith found lucifer yet again                               ‘ breath of wind is only warning of her arrival as the demoness materializes before him, and casts her arms about his form in an embrace borne of longing.’ 

              Does the Devil need a chance to catch his breath- is the question. Do angels need air? Is he even angel anymore? Such curiosities borne from one hug that does indeed knock air from chest. Hard exterior softens but for her. Softening slight but noticeable for one such as she. 

               Voice an even drag as he growls her name and lifts his palm gently to the back of her head. Keeping her close in hellish embrace. She, the only who would run to him as fondly as this. “What have you done, Lilith?” For surely- surely- this was her doing “I was not due for another walk about the earth for- neigh a thousand years yet.” A yawn staved off, waking from locust slumber. 

      ⛧ his hands feel like home, like they will hold all the pieces of her together. own fingers curl into the muscles of his back, caress outward, memorising parts of him that she never ever wants to forget. humans merely sigh in relief, but she is so much more than that, her sigh is the tide of the ocean.

      ⛧ body weaves her way toward him, edges of very corporeal form somehow in doubt shimmering. the creature within strains against human bounds, responding to the near cacophany that is the archangels presence. not just the shattering waves of his grace that break across her inferno, but the electricity rippling through them that is uniquely him.

      ⛧ the girls steps falter as she strolls down the hallway of her highschool, and her vision drowns in blackness. has dreamed of sunny fields, flowers growing and the freedom of wind in her hair. dreams of those things covered in blood and ashes. it is an innocent sort of rage, and that is what lilith feeds on as she takes control. “oh aren’t you beautiful, sweet thing.” the demon queen whispers as she cradles katie into her embrace.

      ⛧ “sorry i’m late.” she can’t recall why she hesitated in the hallway, but the voice inside her head assures her it’s okay. she smiles at the teacher, but its somewhat vacant, her usual pretence of care has been abandoned in her dreams, fuelled by the demon inside. while lilith wanders through those mental meanderings, too occupied, too distracted to register familiarity with the man at the head of the class.

      ⛧ head fallen backwards, scent of cloves fill the room as she smokes. studies the exhaled puff, and she sees entire universes in the pattern. milennia of deliberate ignorance and she is largely blind to the machinations of cosmic forces now, but there it is, in her smoke. and gone again. she laughs at her own whimsy, and sings in her own mind a gibberish mix of infernal and enochian. “the humans dont know what it means to have stars in their eyes.”