#luculen

Some lovely discord doodles.

1). Mali

2). Violet Chryssie & Penumbra

3). Rook

4). Mali, Ghira, Saoirse (right to left)

22). “Let them go. I did everything you asked me to do, now just let them go!” - for Tear

The frantic screeching of the young Pitch was all Tear could hear. Soldier’s arms were interlocked with his, holding Tear back as he flailed to get out of his grip and run to his Dark. Vanity held Wraith by his shackle, unfazed by the Pitch’s attempt to free himself.

“Let him go, Vanity! I did everything you asked me to do. I brought them all here, I did what you said! NOW JUST LET HIM GO!” Tear screeched, Soldier having to reposition his arms to keep ahold of the younger hero. Vanity was silent, staring at the Tear with unblinking eyes. He let go of Wraith’s shackle, allowing the Pitch to bolt towards Tear, throwing himself into Tear’s arms, bringing them both to the ground. Soldier let go, and stood ready for whatever might happen next.

The two halves clutched each other like they’d be lost forever if they didn’t. Blue tears streamed down Wraith’s face as he bit into Tear’s scarf, wrapping his arms and legs around him. His nails dug into the back of Tear’s shirt, but Tear simply continued to stare at Vanity from their position on the ground. “I gave you Soldier and the heir. Now let us leave.” He spit out, gritting his teeth.

Vanity hummed, still not saying a word. He looked very different from the last time Tear had seen him. His hair was growing out, and he no longer wore the provocative outfit he used to. This time he was covered head to toe in black armor, that seemed to hold a red sheen when the light hit it. He flexed his hands, a weird sound like crunching metal coming from them when he did so.

“As you wish.” Vanity sucked in a breath, and when he blew it out, purple smoke came from his mouth, billowing out and surrounding the two. Tear looked back at Soldier, who stared back at him with nothing but anger. Guilt tore into Tear’s heart, making him feel like he was going to throw up. He glanced at DJ’s unconscious form a few feet away, then closed his eyes, holding tightly onto Wraith as they were transported away.

“I’m sorry...I couldn’t leave him alone anymore...”

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Homeboi went from

Soldier Boy

to Soulja Boi

in about 10,000 plus years .<.

anyways

Luculen/Vanity

enjoy this bitch.

and some baby pics, first was at around 2-3 years old, second is 10-15 years old.

“You could stop all of this.”

No, I can’t.

Because in my head, I can hear her.

Not the one you think.

Not the black creature that crawls through the shadows, breeding chaos and contempt.

No, it’s the silver star that sits upon a hidden throne.

Hiding from the eyes of the mortals she Created.

You follow the light of the golden Orderly being, but even she is being guided by a silver tongue.

Bordered by poison.

I was ripped from a soldier’s soul.

Someone who has a more profound sense of duty and loyalty then most.

And She uses that to her advantage.

And I cannot stop her.

I’m a puppet to her machinations.

I create her monstrosities, I open the window to other worlds.

Allowing her twisted version of Balanced Forces to permeate innocent realities.

Ones that have no idea of the horrors she can bring.

Her vanity breeds terror.

Mine breeds fear.

My name once meant gorgeous.

Radiance.

All it means now is malice.

I don’t wish to hurt the torn boy.

I didn’t wish to hurt the Guardian, despite what she did to me.

I didn’t wish to hurt the Heiress.

“Come home, Luculen.”

I can’t.

“Come home to me.”

I can’t.

I do love the Prince. But I can’t let myself be Lightened.

She’ll kill me.

I just want to breathe again.

I want to return to the knight.

I want to go back.

But I can’t.

She won’t let me.

“You can’t go through with this, Luculen! I won’t let you!” The soldier’s voice was always a comfort to hear. It sounded right.

It sounded like home.

“Then stop me, Link.”