#warprotects

A laugh escaped him as he grabbed her wrist with his hand. Lucifer opened his eyes and pulled her closer with a smirk. “Hello, dear. How is my horseman today?”

        “If this is about my height again…” Beelzebub begins menacingly – no need to remind War of the fight in her that’s remained so tragically unused for millennia. Oh, but she loves a battle. What kind of Commander of the Legions of Hell would she be if she didn’t? 

@warprotects

      “ How about we just don’t hurt me at all?  Then you won’t have to kiss it. “

      why is his life like this

         “Ah, that’s too bad. Satan likes me,” a bold assumption, Crowley, but not without a reason to back it up – they do love him down there, and it’s not like he isn’t personally familiar with Lucifer. Hell is a pretty tight space, if you think about it. Like a small town, or an unpopular night club. “I’m not sure he likes corn chips though, so it’s gonna be a tough sell.”

❛ oh ! i was indeed . or am . a flaming sword , long pointy thing . very sharp . you wouldn’t have happened across it , would you ? ❜