#cometanguish

MAJOR EVENT

Trigger warnings: child abuse (neglect), minor gore, and abandonment issues

Hell has put on another play, this time showing God and his.. ahem.. true colours.

Semi closed, dm me if you would like to join!

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After trudging through the layers, each of you find yourself in Fraud. A play, though said to be considerably different than the many before it, is set to play tonight in this very theatre. Some of you may have stumbled across flyers, while others may have been personally invited by Lucifer himself. (Lucifer had seemed extremely excited about this play, saying its “one of their best yet in terms of story telling” and “very personal to him and his lover”) Regardless, you are all here tonight.

What felt like eternity of walking through the seemingly endless theatre passes before you all find yourself in front of 2 large wooden doors stained with a dark brown pint and adorned with gold. The only comprehensible posters in the layer lay around it, scattered around almost at random. Some are tapped up, others are strewn across the floor. This must be the place.

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You were all here for a show, whether invited, you saw a poster, were dragged here against your will or you are here for no other reason than to just be here, you are here, standing outside of a theatre all the way down in fraud.

The theatre was huge, posters lining the outside of upcoming shows. Most posters were incomprehensible, with words that didnt make sense and scenes that didnt follow reality, but really, what did follow logic in fraud?

Sunday night, the sky was dark with stars that lit up the sky (how was there a sky in fraud anyway?) in sparkling white dots. The theatre itself glowed from the inside, a gentle piano playing from seemingly nowhere considering the lack of visible speakers. Out of everything in the layer, the theatre was the only thing that at least tried to follow logic. Its halls, while wonky, didnt twist upside down on themself like other parts of the layer. They simply stood, waiting for visitors with incomprehensible posters lining their walls.

Inside, the lights shone a diluted yellow, most being off completely besides the ones around the front where popcorn, snacks and drinks spawned from seemingly thin air from a vending machine that clearly didnt belong in a theatre. The only other lights on were leading down the hall and towards a showroom.

(A larger dark gray V series crash lands near Lucifer, ….there’s angel wings connecting its mechanical wings?)

[@hells-v-ex-splorer]

Lucifer jumps from his spot in Heresy, whipping his head around from the red stained glass he had been admiring.

The fallen angel scans you, confused and unsure if you are a threat or not. His wings remain puffed up, not moving from his spot.

[ - @hells-little-lamb ]

Hell slowly walked into the room, their floral Limbo form being used as to not scare Verchiel. Hell still didnt know much about the little angel, so rather than using her form that was specific to treachery with frozen blood covering its entire head, it decides Limbo might be better fit. The floral aroma gave the warm home an even cozier atmosphere, the freshly baked cookies adding even more to that.

“C O O K I E S. L U C I F E R. H A S. B E E N. O N. A. B A K I N G. S P R E E. R E C E N T L Y.” Hell signed with one arm, the other holding the plate and setting it down on the table.

The doors were huge. 12 ft tall minimum. The ceiling worked for this, as it didnt even exist in this portion of the hall. The walls just kept going and going until darkness blocked the view.

He had another niece.

A niece who was kidnapped before he ever had the chance to meet her, before he even knew she existed. He never had the chance to speak with her, see her smile and laugh, get to know his own family. Someone took her away and could be doing only The Father knows what to her, and Lucifer was none the wiser.

“What.” Threat and anger laced the fallen angels voice, rage bubbling up inside of his chest and threatening to rip itself out of him in a violent display of protectiveness and grief for a niece he didnt even know he had up until now. It was a tone never heard of him before, the relatively calm and collected angel getting so pissed at this situation.

Suddenly, light took over you all for a few seconds as you all are teleported to the depths of Fraud. A table with chairs pushed in neatly lay close by, whiteboards around the walls displaying random notes on theatre and seemingly future plays planned by Lucifer and Hell Itself.

[ - @hells-little-lamb ]

Lucifer didnt notice Verchiels reaction right away, having first found a deep blue blanket to wrap himself in, small shivers running up and down his body. He forgot how cold this layer is at times..

Hell on the other hand noticed very quickly, looking down at Verchiel, confused. Its hands gently pet the others head, fingers running through the soft fur to try and calm her down.

“He might come back sometime, just let him know where I am if he asks about it.” Lucifer hums, sitting beside Hell Itself and cuddling up to her. His head wings folded to allow him to rest his head on Hells shoulder, placing gentle kisses across wherever he could reach.

Though, finally, Lucifer notices the change in Verchiels wings, lifting his head from his lovers shoulder to look at his adoptive daughter.

Lucifer..? Sorry to bother you dear but… there’s something I wanted to tell you and… it’s important..! I hope this isn’t a bad time..!

@lust-layer-mindflayer

The door of the cozy cottage down in Treachery opens gently and Lucifer appears behind it.

“Mindflayer? What are- you know what, that doesnt matter, come in I insist!”