#ruinvus

“Maybe that is so for most...but you were the only one who saw me differently...who acknowledged my imperfection, and could see I wasn’t that perfect, ideal Supreme Primarch they all wanted...and needed me to be.”

Lucifer fell silent for a moment. 

ruinvus said:

"I get it. you think you have no choice, that you have to be the bad guy the world painted you out to be. but you don't!"

Send “NO” to pin my muse against the wall to PROTECT THEM @ruinvus​ said “NO” - Take this for Drang

⌠❖⌡ Leave it to the rift he had been trapped within for an unknowable amount of time to throw him out somewhere else, not that he was complaining in the least for it was better than giving Lucilius his only form of ’entertainment’ when there was nothing else to do outside of exist. So this one likes to play hard to get from those words spoken, it only seemed to bring about amusement upon the fallen’s features enough to show those sharp fangs of his. After all, it wasn’t often someone declined an offer such as that from him, not that he was using his charm ability there was no reason to with an absolute stranger than did look nice stance wise but perhaps not completely the type he chased after.

“Good question~ A little rainbow rift dropped me here.” It sounds like a complete lie from the way he so willingly said it, but, in this case there was no lie to be found… Perhaps some had seen the rainbow dimensional rift open up somewhere within this place, he doesn’t know himself but he didn’t exactly come out unscathed from the whole ordeal seeing how his clothing is torn and carried a few injuries here and thereupon his person. “My name is Belial, I’m a fashion desinger~” … Here we go with the lies after speaking his name.

“What about you?”

                                           ALMOST  FINDING  THE  OTHER’S  ARRIVAL  COMICAL,  HE  COULDN’T  HELP  BUT  SMIRK  FROM  SHEER  AMUSEMENT  or it was something rather conflicting to imagine. Arriving at DEVILDOM through a rainbow sounds like something from a fairy tale but not something the PRIDEFUL demon could dismiss. In fact ... he could become the very fool of actually believing his transgression originated from an unforeseen force. That might separate the truth  &  LIES the other wishes to spill in front of LUCIFER. He’s quite the patient demon though not enough when it comes to intervening with a certain DEMON LORD’S desires. A sly grin compliments those vermilion hues that linger around his existence  ------  ah, it was an unusually unsettling aura to possess. Naturally his PRIDE refused acknowledging what might be lurking a true devilish personality from that sweetened tongue of the other. Choosing to dismay such intentions, light-hearted chuckle echoed from their surroundings upon hearing his declaration.  ❛ Hahaha ... I’ll accept that lie for once but I would imagine your name is genuine, BELIAL. As for myself ... ❜  A pause is made while adjusting a black-gloved hand against his toned chest. What follows is nothing short than demonstrating that demonic appearance, curious to see how infamous his NAME truly was.

                                           BLACK-FEATHERED  WINGS  OF  FOUR  SPROUT  WITH  HORNS  AS  LUCIFER’S  ATTIRE  ERODES  AWAY  into a newly fitting outfit that suits him before this man. Angelic-like wings only describe the  ‘ tragic ’  story of the FALLEN ANGEL who rebelled against the light’s creator. Even so, the PRIDEFUL demon fell into a grand location as eyes focus on the other’s reactions. It’d be his own choice whether or not to believe PRIDE had manifested into a former angel. Now red-gloved hand extends out to properly greet him, granting a softened smile before his features.  ❛ My name is LUCIFER and I’m known for being the AVATAR OF PRIDE. Pleasure to meet you, BELIAL  ------  care to accompany me for a while?  I’d be interested to hear more about your business as a fashion designer. ❜  Like the DEVIL, he hums a sweet voice while awaiting for the hand to be grasped. Truthfully speaking ... it might do well in reporting this to the LORD he devotes himself to.

Staring up at Belial, Rackam crossed his arms over his chest. He wondered why, day in and day out, their Captain allowed him to be apart of their crew, but. . .

“Well, yeah. Otherwise it wouldn’t be much fun if it didn’t draw attention!” Cain had a very good idea what he was getting himself into, given what he knew about the other’s temperament. Cain was smarter than to think that he wouldn’t be in for a whirlwind of energy and ridiculousness. And yet, a part of him genuinely liked that.