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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛❛ -- 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 જ⁀➴ accepting.

𝕮  › ˚ ༘ .˚₊· ✧   𝒊𝒕'𝒔  𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒆  𝒕𝒐  𝒔𝒆𝒆  𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓  𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕  𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔.  it  was  one  of  the  first  things  charlie  noticed  about  her  father,  the  care  he  showed  the  sinners  in  spite  of  himself.  even  after  he  closed  the  circus,  even  after  he  locked  the  palace  doors  ⅋  the  exterminations  began,  the  gloves  remained.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤright  now  they're  slung  over  his  shoulder  as  porcelain  hands  assist  her  own  in  drawing  out  ancient  symbols  in  a  ring  around  her  ...  ( their? )  new  home.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛❛  Thanks,  dad.  ❜❜ㅤㅤshe  mumbles,  still  sheepish  in  spite  of  everything.  the  princess  watches  her  father  connect  their  two  drawings  in  a  large,  sweeping  circle  as  she  leans  back  on  her  haunches.  angelic  fire  𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈  from  the  chalk  lines,  signaling  the  completion  of  the  ward.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤshe  doesn't  ask  if  it's  safe  for  sinners,  though  the  question  itches  anxiously  in  her  throat.  as  lucifer  slides  his  gloves back  into  place,  she  knows  she  doesn't  need  to.

@pridemaster : ❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜ he's making cookies.

oh, how far the mighty have fallen … from ruling over the damned to being reduced to don an apron and bake sugary treats.

to think that the devil himself would have better things to do with his time, rather than playing the common role of suburban housewife, desperate for some kind of normalcy in their miserable existence. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 must be having an absolute field day with this development .ᐟ

⬭ㅤˊˎ˗ㅤㅤA PLAGUE TALEㅤ┆ㅤaccepting

ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ⬭ㅤˊˎ˗ㅤ︵‿ㅤ𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯  𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑰𝑴  𝒉𝒂𝒅  𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆  𝒉𝒊𝒎  𝒂  𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓  ⅋  seraphiel  regretted  her  kindness.  regretted  that  she  now  found  herself  in  the  collateral  of  the  morning  star's  supposed  good  intentions.  the  kingdom  of  heaven  ( that  she  had  worked  so  long  to  protect )  now  saw  chaos  unlike  it  had  endured  since  the  flood.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤagain  it  went  back  to  lucifer.  his  progeny,  𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒.  her  problems.  she  laid  a  hand  on  the  table  between  them,  a  thousand  eyes  shutting  all  at  once.  you  wanted  this.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤthe  accusation  rests  thick  in  her  throat,  it  hangs  heavy,  foglike  in  the  darkened  embassy.  she  exhales  ⅋  opens  her  eyes.

☉  ༘ * « ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴅᴇ ʀᴏꜱᴇ » ┆ 𝑈nprompted﹐ACCEPTING.

    ☉    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐑𝐀𝐏  𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄    as  sera  delivers  unto  him  news  of  the  eden  project.  HIS  sketches  brought  to  life,  form  &  color  filling  in  the  lines  of  each  SCRATCH  of  his  own  divine  pen.

all  that  remained  was  to  add  someone  to  live  there  ( he  already  had  a  plan  for  that )   ﹠    the  beginning  of  a  brand  new  era  was  upon  them.  lucifer  had  been  curled  up  contently  on  his  shoulder,  but  the  blinding  light  of  creation  seemed  to  stir  him.  with  a  flutter  of  angelic  wings,  his  face  tucked  into  his  hair  as  if  sharing  a  secret  @pridemaster  delivered  the  punchline.

        ❛❛ starlight,  what's  -

@pridemaster whispered a line ;; mun vs muse ( always accepting please!! ) 💮 = What are the mun’s and muse’s opinions of each other?

i think he's very sweet && soft, a pathetic little wet cat.

❝ i think he's annoying, terrible, awful, fucking the worst. ❞

aw, come on, you love me.

❝ absolutely not. you make my life hell. ❞

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