#lucifertxt

Vaggie would give a shy smile and a little bow of her head to the King, tucking a stray lock of silver moon hair behind her ear to look a little more presentable.

"with all due respect, your highness," what a weird thing to call someone.

@lucifertxt

The piece of Sushi Fizz was about to shove in his mouth dropped from his chopsticks. He did not notice. The King of hell was in his kitchen. Ok, his and Ozzie's kitchen but still. HIS kitchen. And Fizz was barefaced in his most threadbare Mammon's Fun Camp™ [ We're Not Liable ] t-shirt and no pants. He was going to kill himself or Asmodeus or maybe the King of Hell. Probably himself.

" He. He stepped out. " An arm went towards the bedroom. There was an audible crack of something shattering. It still went to the bedroom. When it wheeled back, it had a pair of Ozz's briefs in it with Live to Sin bedazzled on the ass. Fizz had made them himself.

@lucifertxt sent: ❝ I don’t know how to relax. Teach me? ❞

(Hii! I know u have a bunny for HH verse but if u want to use her as human form is also okay!!)

Dude, why are you asking a bunny? One thing she had quickly learned from being held captive taken care of by the king of hell was how much he liked to talk to himself. Miya, of course, didn't want to judge him too much for it. This place was depressingly devoid of human (demon?) contact. The silence would make anyone go a little crazy. 

" Kyuu ... " The bunny exhales tiredly, hopping down from her little basket on the desk. Then, she hops onto the couch. She's staring at him. After a few moments of awkward silence, she thumps her hind leg against the cushions with insistence.

Alright, she'll help you out. Lay down already.

❝ Nuh-uh ❞

(- This is a closed starter for @lucifertxt-)

This was an unmitigated disaster, every single possible fallback plan and emergency protocols were bypassed in a matter of hours, and for each person that fell, the intruder just got stronger.

This was too much for the kid, he was barely holding himself together, with the thinnest line keeping him from just completely losing it. Everyone he knew and love had died protecting this place, protecting him, and now he was alone, alone and desperate.

He knew he couldn't let that murderer reach the capital, because if that were to happen, the amount of carnage would be unthinkable, especially if they manage to get the queen's soul as well.

He considered just trying to stop them himself, but he knew that idea wasn't ever going to work, the intruder's LV was much higher than his and he was vastly experienced in combat. If he was going to fight them, he needed help, the issue was, everyone he knew personally was killed, who could he even call for support...?

He knew this was stupid, of course he did, but he was stuck in a bad situation with no real options left, sure he could maybe ask for the queen's help, but she would die so quickly even with his help. That only left one option...summoning a being known as Lucifer and ask for some kinda help.

Now, he didn't exactly...know who this Lucifer entity was exactly, every text about him just mentioned he was a demon that was extremely power and could be summoned into the living world...for a price. That price being...a sacrificial lamb.

Now that was...a problem. There weren't any lambs in the underground, or...any surface animal for that matter. And as far as he knew, he never came across any lamb monster either, not that he could go through with killing an innocent monster anyways.

He desperately ran through the dusty tome he had about summoning demons, trying to find some kinda loophole, some kinda way he could cheat the system somehow...until it finally hit him...What if he was the sacrificial lamb?

Now that was very risky, he would be essentially selling his own soul, who knew what that demon could do with it, at the very least he knew he would go to hell for sure after this...if he were to survive. Though, knowing his past transgressions, he wasn't exactly worried about being stuck in hell, it was something he came to terms with years ago.

He quickly went to work, drawing the pentagram using his own blood, as instructed. making absolutely sure to get the symbols right and proper, finally a useful use of his artist skills. He probably drew it *too well* but he didn't have enough time to try to fix that, he was quickly losing his only shot.

And so, inside the empty lab under his home, the boy started speaking the incantations, his eyes glowing a bright cyan the more he spoke. Eventually, his soul appeared in front of him, the little cyan heart that could, it quickly hovered towards the center of the pentagram, glowing brighter by the second.

Eventually, the determination to save his friends started taking hold of him, replacing his own trait for the moment, causing his own soul and eyes to glow bright red, he couldn't let the death of his new family go in vain, not if he had anything to say about that!

❝ The what now ❞

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