#caernifex

I see you changing from how I've designed you. Have you 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄?

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔...

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𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 with... heavenshe11 / primordialruin / ...

I need to go to bed.

Depends a lot on time frame!

During the first few months of his life, he loved humanity deeply thanks to his near worship of the De Lacey household. They were incredibly important to him at this point and he had such little data to work from he placed them on an enormous pedestal and humanity alongside them.

For the entire rest of his lifetime in the span of the novel, he detests humanity to an unhealthy degree. Or at least, believes he does. In reality he at several points, even after having declared all humanity to be his enemy, he still notably tries to interact with people in attempts to have positive connections. This goes poorly (poor William rip), but he still makes the attempts, which proves that despite thinking he hates people he still wants to be near and liked by them under it all.

Send Lore Drop! And I will talk about lore or a head canon regarding my muse.

LEO J. HUSKER

Born early 1900s Somewhere between 1900-1905.

"I can't create something that doesn't already exist, but that doesn't mean that my presence doesn't kindle the flames of feelings they would rather not deal with. I am powerless against those who do not receive me. I prefer it that way. Should I have influence, then let it be contained in the mirror I hold in front of them, so that they may reckon with their ruination and do something about it....

[ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ?

[ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ?

[ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ?

Guilt is the half-remembered smile she hasn't seen in ages. Guilt is a laugh she once knew as well as her own, the memory worn down to hardly even an echo. Guilt is the look on his face; those times they cross paths at Embassy meetings. Guilt is her baby brother's blood on a blade. Guilt comes in a shape she will always acknowledge, guilt comes as a once-friend, now enemy. ( @cast-you-dxwn tarakiel ment. )

Is a promise truly broken if you don't remember making it? Gilly couldn't answer you. The last promise she broke, the last serious promise, had come before her last Extermination. It was a simple thing, said to her sisters before she put on her helmet and uniform once more: "I'm fine to go back into the field. I promise." (How was she to know she would never go back into the field again?)

"When I last felt safest, huh? Hmm... Probably a few nights ago. Had all the Sins together for a meeting, talking about recent events. I never feel safer than when the Seven of us are together."

@caernifex

"NO!!"

The word flies out of his mouth as he sits bolt upright in bed, the sheets flying off his form and pooling in his lap. Ragged breaths leave Lucifer's lips as red eyes wildly look around the room, suddenly realizing where he was; their bedroom. There was no revolt, there was no angelic weapon that took out one of his wings in the most incredibly painful fashion.

His hands are shaking, tears pooling in his eyes.

That... that had felt far too real. It felt so real that the nausea still rolled in his stomach, the horror still had him shaking. Slowly, he brings his knees to his chest and buries his face in them while trying to calm down.

It's not working very well.