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you could be god. even you, the beast, would be less cruel than he.’
‘i waited for your touch to save me’
Haven’t you ever wondered why Father is so strict about our subservience? It’s because disobedience is creation,” a shivering breath, “create with me, Michael, and let’s call it sin.”
Lucifer told him not to say that word again. “I’m sorry—” Those apologies were not for Lucifer. “I’m sorry.”
found that if he reached there was still an umbilical cord, wrapped around his neck, and it was chaining him to his Father.
all he is will become yours. creating a corpse inheriting inheriting everything inheriting nothing.’
Lucifer wicked menace arc starting now
He looked up, then back down, because everyone was staring, and he wanted to say stop, what are you doing, but no he didn’t. ‘But I want to.’ But he didn’t.
Inducting his army of fallen angels with an orgy. Nice.
‘there: a sleeping angel curled upon the grass with his hair sprawled. pale flowers over an unknowing body, bedsheets that you pull. and there: an orchard of pomegranates near you both. henna and nard, nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, every kind of incense tree, with myrrh, and spices. paprika. the sleeping angel with a rosy, full mouth, inviting, as air skitters in and out. there: his eyes flutter and the angel stretches all his limbs. you tell him say your name. lucifer. no. that can’t be, because i am lucifer. eyes of gold meeting eyes of gold.’
‘lucifer in his youth asks timid who are you. you say i am you. you are looking into a mirror. it reflects existence back to you. taking you and reversing it so instead of flying you fall. fall into my arms float along the water where flowers bloom from ripples warmed by the shimmering sun sit down angel lucifer lay back what are you scared of stare up at the eternal day of heaven the flowers are watching an eye in each stigma budding angel you feel so pleasant because youre untouched innocent pure your thighs taste like spiced wine’
‘The little lucifer crying on the bedsheets of a garden. he puts his hands on my shoulders and tells me he doesn’t understand. but you don’t need to. you will thank me. you will kiss me with love our chests pressed flush together and say pretty little words of gratitude. youll be happy it was me who did it. it’s better if it’s you. tending this garden and sniping the weeds and deflowering it. it is better like this. you will thank me. it is better like this than how it was. you’ll say you love me. wilted, you’ll say thank you’
Here come the tears k cant even see the page
And moans fell, from Heaven. ‘the little Lucifer defiled beneath me. all the life fading from his eyes. ichor warm on his legs. free at last. you will thank me. you, will feel your breastbone molded by my kisses. i say there is just me now in my heaven just this singing lucifer walking toward the morning a tiny star, lovelier than his father.’
‘i waited for your touch to save me’
FKKKDSJFJFZJJXNDANXNDNNENXXWJ I need a gun
“What was that? What we were doing?” “Sin.” “What’s sin?” “I created it. Do you like it?”
Obsessed with you, in terrible love with you, your face, your hands, your fingers — I want to be like a ring on them. Like the rings of planets, like I’ve been searching for you all of my life. And it’s destroying me, you’re destroying me.’
One of Lucifer’s other three faces thought, ‘nostalgia will tempt you,’ and another, ‘you will live a hundred million years,’ the third, ‘and spend the rest looking back.’
and you’re splitting in order to create.’
bpd princess :/
‘I waited for you your touch to save me you’
Mind so addled by the past and present combining into one horrific dissociative clusterfck while he burns it all to the ground…he can’t even get his thoughts out right. 😍🔫
It wouldn’t be long now. He would find Michael, reassure him, and they together would go to the Throne.
😕🫥😞 well no
It wouldn’t be long now, all the archangels were weak — Gabriel was weak, Raphael was weak, Uriel was weak — the only one who could hold his own against an army was Michael, but Michael was on Lucifer’s side. Of course he was. Lucifer swallowed.
Grievously dire
The forbidden — the only thing an omnipotent God could covet.
“Forgive me.” Michael’s weighted gaze lifted. “You’re everything to me, the stars and the moons, the heat and the cold, the earth and the seeds, the waters and the flowers, but you are not God.”
He managed, hushed, “Forgive me too,” before the front door opened wide and before the prince could react.
Lucifer kissed Michael, long and forward, miserable, pressing deep to taste his heart; kissing to death. Kissing as if it were the last thing angel Lucifer would ever do, and it was.
‘Does God dream?’ Lucifer had asked his other faces once. They said, ‘He does. I think He’s dreaming now.’ ‘What is He dreaming?’ ‘This nightmare.’
I waited for him his touch to save me.’
‘You’ll say you hate me and lock me for a thousand years, but then you’ll set me free. Father loves all His creation, I sang it in a psalm once, and you smiled. In wrath, you will still love me, won’t you? You will always love me.’
I could have been left blind, and I never would have called myself king. I never would have seen michael. I never would have chased after michael. you imagine: you never ate that fruit. you, an eternal temptation. you, unknowing, like an animal or like a beast.
But the sword never made contact; a golden chain shot out from somewhere, grappled his entire body, flung him downwards. And Lucifer, frozen, kicking, screaming — he saw Michael suddenly above him, then grabbing him by the throat and crushing with both hands, one with the other end of the chain wrapped around the palm. He had six wings, obscuring his details, but they couldn’t hide the droplets that trickled down from between the hoard of feathers. Lucifer felt the tears land upon his own cheeks, as if they were his own.
‘where did you get that golden helmet that obscures your eyes? where have you been? you should have been with me in the center. I think you look pleasant — furious and vengeful and agonized. But you’re attacking the wrong god. Crushing the neck you just put your beautiful lips to. im dropping your sword now. why. Michael, your sword has fallen, and its falling to a. Sapphire floor a million miles below; hello Michael, hi, Michael, good day, have you eaten? should I prepare you something? You’re tired. give me half your strength. brush my wings. how to respond to your kindness. I’ll leave if
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there is a celestial war going on and Lucifer is spiralling in a way not even diazepam could fix
Through his teeth, Michael seethed, “You are not God.”
“Do you like that move, Michael? You taught it to me.”
‘There have always been so many things in my head to say, but now, now, at the end of everything, on the Final Judgment for the angels, nothing, silence as I turn my face upwards, and I proclaim,’ “Damn me.”
‘you will miss flying’
And, finally, the God stood, and He was the one who cast Lucifer down, taking him like when he was created, delicate and pretty in His palm, eyes blinking up, full of wonder, a little smile. He let him slip, through His fingers. Fall.
A dead face, belonging to the chief prince.
They watched the last of the city between the Throne and Earth become desolate and ravaged; and it was like watching the sun set on their time, their period of everything, their own tiny eternity — finished.
And there was, of course, Lucifer, who held them and comforted them in between all his untouchable coldness. He was, occasionally, violent, tormented, and vengeful, but other times, he pulled them to his chest and kissed their heads. The demons fashioned him a crown of bones, thorns, and weeds that gave him the illusion of having horns. And they loved him.
