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A Fallen Apple From the Apple Tree

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Pairing ➸ Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor

Synopsis ➸ Lucifer Morningstar believed that Heaven was a sanctuary, the best place for a soul to be in. Growing up with his brothers was the easy part, until God summoned him and his older brother Michael to guard over the portal between realms. Slowly, Lucifer begins to see how frightful Heaven really was. Sought out to defend the sinners of Hell, tragedy strikes among the Archangels. But a familiar face makes Lucifer think that maybe defending his opinion wasn't the worst idea he could've had. Does this familiar face bring him peace? Or does Lucifer end up getting stuck in another twisting cycle of lies and betrayals?

Warnings ➸ None for this chapter

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Chapter Five (3.5k)

To Lucifer, this day could be classified as one of his most favourite days to have happened. Yes, he did have a few scars, and at one point he wanted nothing more than to go home, but that was all before he ran into Alastor.

Playing around in Hell wasn’t something he had ever thought of before. He used to play games with his brothers Michael and Gabriel, but this was different. An innocence that oddly, both of them carried. A pure laugh and a tumble down a hill, yet neither of them complained.

Lucifer stared up at the pentagram that lingered in the sky, mindless that his clothes had gotten dirty. In fact, he didn’t care at this point. Dull clouds lingered in the red and orange sky. Colours that Lucifer never thought would be the skies of Hell.

“Wait, so… You’re telling me that this place is Wrath? Your dad’s place?” Lucifer asked, looking over at the boy next to him. Alastor laid there, staring up at the sky as well. His ears perked happily as he smiled blankly at the sky.

“Yeah. It’s the Wrath Ring. Hell has a few others but my dad says that I’m not old enough to learn about them, fully at least.” He explained.

“Is the sky red there too? In other places?” Lucifer asked.

“I don’t know…” Alastor muttered, raising his hand up to the sky. His arms coloured black like the ends of his hair, but his fingers red. At first, Lucifer thought it was weird, but the more he hung out with Alastor, the more he grew accustomed to him. It was just what he looked like, just who he was.

Lucifer looked back up at the sky.

“What does Heaven look like?” Alastor asked, rolling over onto his side. He faced Lucifer, a curious expression on his face.

“Oh, it’s white.” He said, before giggling. “It’s white and blue and gold.” He looked at the deer next to him. “That’s all.”

“Really…?” Alastor asked, his ears beginning to flatten. “That’s disappointing.”

“It’s not really!” Lucifer sat up. “It’s really pretty! Like,” He jumped up, spreading his arms out as he spoke. “There’s these really smooth golden streets and like, whitey purple houses!” He began, spinning around as he tried to imitate St. Peter. Alastor giggled, sitting up as he crossed his legs.

“And like, the winners are able to take any form that they want to, which is kinda cool, and the world is all gold and purples and pinks!! Oh!” Lucifer looked at Alastor. “And oranges too!!! And the sky colours change as the day goes on like on Earth!! Which means we get like a blue sky during the day! A black sky during nighttime! And oranges and pinks when the sun is going to sleep!” Lucifer explained.

“You really like Heaven then..” Alastor spoke, a smile on his face. Lucifer giggled.

“I guess so! Though, it can be boring… Especially since all the other kids our age avoid me and my brother..” He pouted, sitting back down, across from Alastor.

“Why…?” Alastor asked, tilting his head to the side, his ears following suite.

“Well, you see, since Michael and I are the kids of God, so the big man Aunt Sera calls him, other kids avoid us because they think we’re some kind of royalty… I mean, they’re not entirely wrong, Aunt Sera calls us princes, but like… I wanna play around and have fun with the other kids too without them thinking I’m important.” He explained. “I don’t know if you can understand.”

“I do..” Alastor said. “In my own way. Hell is somewhat similar.” Alastor placed his hands in his lap.

“Yeah? Can you tell me about it?” Lucifer asked, sitting up, excited to learn more about this underworld.

“Well… We have the rulers of each ring. And they’re like… Top of the top. Then we have overlords, who are people in power, but not as powerful as the ring rulers.” Alastor began, trying to think how it could connect.

“And I’m the son of the ruler of Wrath, so… Since my dad is top of the top, I’m sort of… Feared.”

“Feared?” Lucifer frowned. “You’re not that scary…”

“Oh..” Alastor paused, looking at Lucifer. “But I scared you, didn’t I?”

Lucifer hesitated for a moment. The other day, yes, Alastor scared him. He was a bit frightening, and it made Lucifer’s hair stand up. He didn’t want to feel like that again. Maybe, Alastor was a little scary.

“Okay, so you are a BIT scary, but not like… Scary scary.” He said, a smile appearing on his face again.

“Scary scary? And what do you define as scary scary?” Alastor asked.

“Lucifer Morningstar!!”

Boy boys jumped at the loud shout. Alastor’s ears laid flat against his head as Lucifer cowered for a second. He knew that voice. He knew who it was. He swallowed hard, looking at Alastor before he stood from his spot.

Turning around, he saw Aunt Sera. An expression on her face that he had never seen before. Her eyes were wide, her face had gone pale as she gripped onto his jacket that was long forgotten in his mind.

She rushed over to him, taking his hand as she examined his body.

“How could you do this? I told you to stay close to me! Why don’t you ever listen??” She gently grabbed his cheeks looking at him in his blue eyes. “You could’ve gotten hurt.” He frowned more, his usual bubbly personality gone in a flash.

“I’m sorry Aunt Sera.”

She scoffed, looking at the boy who sat on the grass, deer-like ears flat against his head as a small disgust lingered on his face.

“Did you take him? Taunt him with your… Sins?” She spoke, distasteful in her words. She stared at him like he was a disease.

“Aunt Sera-,” Lucifer gently pulled on her arm.

“Hush Lucifer,” She held her hand up to the boy as she approached the demon child. “You hear my words, heathen. Stay away from him. He isn’t to be dealing with the hands of a demon like yours. You are repulsive, disgraceful and down right sickening.” She raised her hand, and before Lucifer could stop her, she slapped the boy across the face. Alastor fell back, the smallest whimper from him as he glared up at Sera.

“Know your own filth.” She spat, before grabbing onto Lucifer’s arm. “We’re leaving.”

“But Aunt Sera-!” He shouted, trying to pull his arm away from her. He glanced back at Alastor, as he sat up, rubbing his cheek.

“You are not to interfere with their kind,” She spoke, a portal to Heaven appearing in front of them. “Do you understand me?”

“Sera, you hurt him-!” Lucifer tugged at her arm.

“Lucifer,” he gripped his arm, forcing him to look up at her. “Do you understand me?” She spoke, her words firm.

Lucifer swallowed hard, an angry pout on his face.

“Yes.” He muttered.

“Very well.” She stepped through the portal, bringing Lucifer with her.

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Heaven was bright, and beautiful against the dark and scary world that Lucifer was just in. A world that he was beginning to prefer. He walked alongside Sera, both of them not speaking a single word to each other as they headed to the front of St. Peter’s house.

“Lucifer..” She began, a heavy sigh coming from her lips. “Do you know how much danger you had put yourself in…?” She asked, looking down at him. He didn’t bother to look up at her, his eyes staring down at the golden floor, his arm limp in her grasp.

“Lucifer…” She let go of him, kneeling down as she gently gripped his shoulders. “Hell is not a place for a young boy like you to wander off in.” He rubbed his cheek. “You could have gotten hurt…”

“But I was fine.” Lucifer muttered. “I didn’t get hurt.” Sera listened to him, sadness weeped from his words as his blue eyes failed to meet her brown ones.

“Lucifer, you are a very important boy. Even if you didn’t get hurt, the chances that you could have still outweigh the chances you didn’t. You shouldn’t put yourself in harm's way. I shouldn’t have brought you there in the first place, and I’m sorry.”

“Sorry…?” Lucifer finally looked at her. “You can say sorry to me, but not to Alastor?”

“Alastor…?” She questioned.

“My friend.” Lucifer took a step back. “You hurt my friend just like they did yesterday. He’s just as much of a soul like I am and everyone hurts him.”

“Dear, he is nothing like you. You must remember, you are a prince. He is nothing more than a bug on the bottom of your shoe. He means nothing.”

“He means everything.” Lucifer complained, before storming to the front door of St. Peter’s. He pushed the door open and headed right into the living room, passing St. Peter who sat at his table with a warm cup of tea and a confused expression on his face.

Sera sighed, closing her eyes. She had done Lucifer wrong. She knew it was going to be hard to bring back the trust he had with her. Standing from her spot, she headed inside St. Peter’s house, closing the door behind her.

“I apologize, Peter.”

“No, don’t apologize! What happened..?” He asked, peering into the living room. Lucifer sat down on the couch, next to Michael who looked over his dirtied outfit.

“Well…” Sera glanced at the two boys, as Lucifer crossed his arms over his chest and didn’t say a word to his brother. “Let's just say, things got out of hand in Hell. I shouldn’t have brought him there, Peter. I made a mistake.”

St. Peter stared at her. He set down his cup as he headed to the kitchen. He was quick to grab a cup, and pour her a warm cup of tea to sit with.

“Okay, well, I mean, everyone makes mistakes, most of the time God himself forgives you if you admit your faults. What happened?” He asked, wrapping his hands around his own cup.

Sera looked at him. St. Peter was a trusted friend, a person she could talk to. And he was right, she needed to admit her faults, or she would never be forgiven.

“I lost him… While we were in Hell, I lost sight of him and he disappeared.”

“Oh my stars…” St. Peter placed a hand against his chest. “That’s why he’s so dirty…”

“Yes..” Sera pushed her hair back. “I searched everywhere for him, until I finally found him in some park that the sinners have. It’s nothing near as beautiful and clean as our own, but he sat on the grass… And I thought he was getting hurt.”

“By what..?” St. Peter leaned forward, curious about the whole situation.

“Another sinner. Perhaps a hellborn, I’m not too sure. But he was too close to him, and I thought this sinner was hurting him.” She looked at Lucifer who had buried his face into a pillow on the couch. “But I think… I was wrong.”

“Ummm…” St. Peter tilted his head to the side. “You can’t be wrong about a sinner, Sera. They’re bad people, Lucifer shouldn’t have been around this sinner in the first place.”

“I know… That’s when we left. But he seems really upset that I pulled him away. Perhaps… He was just trying to have fun-’ “Fun in Hell doesn’t exist, Sera..” St. Peter gently took her hand. “Don’t blame yourself for this misfortune. I’m sure God will forgive you for this, you are one of his most trusted people-”

“And that’s why I think it was a bad idea to even let Lucifer hear the idea of Hell.” She took her hand from the blonde across from her. “God trusted me to look after his two oldest, and I lost one of them in the most dangerous place known to creation.”

“Just… Tell him that. And that you know you did wrong, and that you feel bad about it…” St. Peter muttered. “I’m sure he won’t be angry with you. You’re one of his favourites.”

“God doesn’t play favourites, St. Peter. Winners just think he does.”

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Sitting down at the table, Michael beamed with happiness, Raphael in his lap as he shared his dinner with the second youngest of the boys. He clung onto Michael like his life depended on it, watching him and occasionally stealing some of his food even though he had a seat and a plate all to himself.

Lucifer on the other hand, sat in his spot, a small pout on his face while he barely touched his food. Gabriel moved his own chair to sit closer to Lucifer as he climbed into it, looking happily at his older brother only to pause. He saw the pout on his face and pouted as well.

“Why are you upset?” He asked, his voice small as he gently tugged on Lucifer’s sleeve.

“It’s nothing.” Lucifer muttered, looking at the smaller blonde boy. Gabriel was only a year younger than him, but he usually mimicked Lucifer’s facial expressions as a way to try to understand him. Lucifer thought it was a little strange, but cute at times.

“Nothing…” Gabriel muttered, before taking a few carrots from his plate and giving them to Lucifer’s. “To make you feel better.” He smiled. Lucifer watched him for a moment, before a sad smile appeared on his face.

“You didn’t need to do that, Gab…” He said, but the younger simply shrugged, happily continuing to eat his own dinner.

“My boys,” God sat down at the table, a one year old Joel in his arms as he got himself comfortable. “How was your day with Sera?” He asked, a small sigh coming from his lips as he spoke.

“It was good!” Michael cheered. “We got ice cream, we went to the park, and we spent some time with St. Peter! He has a really nice house!”

“Oh really? And how is St. Peter?” He asked, gently bouncing Joel in his lap. The baby couldn’t help but giggle, seeing the world jump up and down.

“St. Peter is doing really good! He said he likes welcoming the new souls to heaven!” Michael explained.

“And Luci..?” God asked, turning his attention to the second oldest. “How was your day…?”

Lucifer glanced at his father, a shrug of his shoulders as he ate some of the mashed potatoes that were on his plate.

“It was okay. Went with Aunt Sera to the park and drank orange juice at St. Peter’s. Nothing else," he muttered. God watched him. It was as if the day trip with Sera did nothing for his mood. He was still pouting, his eyes still looked sad. Something was troubling him, and he knew he’d pull him to the side to talk to him about it soon.

“Well, eat up then. It’s movie night.”

“Movie night!!” Gabriel cheered.

“Movie night,” Raphael repeated, yet his words were just slightly jumbled as he smiled up at Michael.

“Yeah, movie night!! You and Gabriel can pick the movie!”

“I don’t think I wanna sit and watch a movie tonight.” Lucifer spoke, pushing his food around the plate. Gabriel glanced at his brother, another pout appearing on his lips.

“Why not…?”

“I just,” Lucifer shrugged. “Don’t feel like it.”

“Luci,” God spoke, gently patting Joel’s tummy. “Do you wanna talk about it after dinner…?” Lucifer simply shrugged, eating more of his potatoes. Gabriel watched him, only to look at their father with the same pout on his lips.

God looked at his son, giving Gabriel a smile. The boy immediately copied it and continued to eat his dinner. Michael could sense it too. Something was still, definitely off with Lucifer.

“Well, maybe… You could sit with Duckie and read instead?” He suggested. Lucifer paused. He did like spending time with Duckie. And he should read more. Alastor read a lot, by the looks of it, maybe he should pick up reading more often than too.

“Maybe…” He said, stealing a small glance at Michael. He gave him a smile as he ate the carrots Gabriel gave to him.

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As the boys were getting the big living room set up for the movie night, Gabriel and Raphael threw pillows and blankets onto the floor while Michael set up the movie choice, Lucifer wandered down the hallway.

Pictures of all of the important people in his life on display in big paintings. Cases of their belongings and remnants of the past. First, was Sera, the eldest Seraphim of Heaven. Beside her, a larger painting of all of the elder angels, people Lucifer had never met, yet knew their importance.

Alongside them, a painting of his father, in his heavenly form. Four eyes lingering in the air, next to a top hat that held a firm gold cross on it. A bright white smile as the blue and white cape draped over his knees. He looked proud, strong and independent. The creator of all things.

Next to him, paintings of his brothers. Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, and Joel. All in separate paintings. His own painting sat between Michael and Gabriel. They were the princes of Heaven. It didn’t matter their order, to God, they were all still his sons and all still most important to the creation of Heaven.

“Lucifer?” This time, his voice was soft and gentle as he spoke, his hands folded together in front of him as he approached the blonde boy. Lucifer looked up at his father, before he looked back at his own painting.

“Why do people have to get hurt when they show you the good side of them…?” Lucifer asked. God raised an eyebrow.

“Such a heavy question from you, my son…” God frowned. “Is that what’s been troubling you?” He asked. Lucifer didn’t hesitate to nod.

“The other day… The boy got hurt..” He spoke. “But he was just showing me how he sees his home. I don’t get why we had to hurt him…”

God frowned, before holding his hand out for Lucifer. The boy didn’t hesitate to grab onto his hand.

“For many years, Heaven and Hell were on opposite sides.” He began, walking down the hallway. “Heaven was the sanctuary for those who did not commit a sin. For those who followed your earthbound brother’s rules.”

“Jesus..” Lucifer gave a firm nod.

“Yes, Jesus. And Hell was the place for those who turned their back, looked away from the rules and did the things that were bad.” He explained. “They didn’t follow your brother’s rules, committed sins that could not be forgiven.”

“Things written in your bible.”

“Yes, exactly.”

“But..” Lucifer frowned. “Alastor didn’t break a rule…”

“That’s because he is hellborn, Lucifer. A hellborn is someone who was born in Hell and can never enter Heaven. Rules were put in place for instances such as this.” God spoke.

“So… Even if he did the purest thing a soul could do," Lucifer looked up at his father. “He could never be welcomed into heaven?”

“Exactly. And I don’t…” God paused. “I’m not sure what happened the other day, but the Cherubim watching you, the one who kept you safe from him, had told me that this boy almost hurt you.”

“That’s not true though.” Lucifer let go of his father’s hand. “He was defending his home… We would do the same thing, but… He got hurt when we didn't even get a slap on the back of the hand.” Lucifer frowned. “So I don’t understand how Cherubim could hurt him when he did nothing wrong.”

God sighed. He put his hands together as he watched his second oldest frown and pout, confused on the rules, probably angry as to why a soul as young as him, had to be hurt to be taught a lesson.

“Lucifer,” god knelt down, putting a hand on his knee, he held out his other hand for the young one. “We can not change the past, but we can make change for the future. Make it brighter and better and beautiful. Yes, I do have to admit, perhaps the Cherubim was in the wrong. And I’m sorry your friend got hurt. But now, we have to move on from this. We have to look past it, and decide what we can do to stop it from happening in the future.” He explained. Lucifer’s little hands grabbed onto his fathers’. He listened to him, trying to understand his words.

“Winners learn from their mistakes and ask me for forgiveness. And I grant it. My son,” God gently cupped Lucifer’s cheek. “Understand that, though it was wrong, there is nothing you can do to stop it from happening. But know that you can stop it from happening in the future. Do you understand…?” He asked.

Lucifer’s little eyebrows furrowed as he slowly understood the meaning of his fathers words. Slowly, he gave a firm nod.

“That’s my beautiful boy.” God pulled Lucifer into a hug, pressing a kiss against his head. “Now, smile and brighten the day with who you are. You’re not a Morningstar without your smile.” He spoke.

Lucifer looked at him. His pure, soft blue eyes looking back at his father. A hope lit in the pits of the dark blues. A brighter future praying to bloom from his lessons.

“Yes, father.”

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desireve · 4 months

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cinnamon girl ¡ finnick o’dair.

summary : since secrets started you couldn’t get enough of Finnick.

Oh you were is so much danger. That night signed you for the most heart-burning chapter of your life, not that you didn’t like it, but tainting your reputation for Finnick O’dair, you never thought you will fall this low.

But you did, you fell so hard that you find yourself entering a hotel room, disguised in funky glasses and a hat, a far cry from the vibrant soul that normally graced Panem's lavish gatherings. Just with a lot of money.

As you stepped into the room, expecting nothing but a bed and the men you did all of this for. That evening, thought, the room smelled of sugar and cinnamon and the comforting smell smashed all your senses.

Faced to the window, Finnick awaited you, his charming smile lighting up the room. Under the Panem sunset, his smile mirrored the warmth of freshly baked pastries. Yet, it was the pastries arranged on the nightstand that got your attention, making your mouth water involuntarily.

"Hey, darling," Finnick greeted, approaching you and playfully eying the funky accessories. "All this effort to see me? You've really put in some work," he joked, removing the accessories and placing them on the bed. Your response was a smile, accompanied by a gentle sigh as his hand brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. "If it's to see you... and those," you gestured towards the cinnamon pastries, "last night, you mentioned craving them, so..." his words trailed off, Finnick all proud and charming, you playfully tapped his shoulder. "You know how to charm O’dair ."

Finnick's gaze dripped with love, sweet as sugar and intense as honey. "You're doing it again," you whispered, shifting to take a pastry in your hand taking a gentle bite off that incredible brioche, still perfectly warm.

"Doing what?" he asked innocently raising an eyebrow and taking a seat beside you on the bed. Finnick, a master of words, charm, and love, knew how to make you flustered. "Admiring you is a crime now?"

"Everything we're doing is," you whispered challengingly, locking eyes with him. He grinned, tracing your cheek with his fingertips, and you met his gaze, the taste of cinnamon lingering on your lips. "But we like a little challenge, don't we?" he whispered, searching your eyes for echoes of love and approval.

Oh, he found them. You admired the blonde curls falling with meticulous grace, the eyes compared to the sea he so often spoke of, and the dimples craved in his cheeks, forming a smile that melted you, very.

"We do," you whispered, gently tracing your fingertips in his hand, that rested on the bed. Your touch traced his knuckles, and as you gazed at each other, the silence hung between you. The sugary feeling of the pastries lingered on your lips, you were ready to be spoke about them, but before you could, his lips met yours.

This time, it was Finnick whose mouth watered. Your dreamy gaze made every secret gathering, every risk taken, worthwhile. He was a madman, and you loved him for it.

The kiss wasn't a mere repetition of the last one. It kindled warmth under your skin, painted your cheeks in shades of red, and unfolded slowly as both of you smiled like fools. Fingers finally interlocked on the bed, hands gently caressing the nape of your neck, eyes closed, and chests dangerously close. It was passion, but in an endearing, almost foolish way.

Under the sun's burn, the beautiful man before you shone, delightful. The kiss ended, but the warmth lingered as your foreheads gently touched. Breaths synced, light heaving, and heartbeats synchronised, marking hearts finally happy to interlock again after nurturing them with so much love.

Finnick looked at you, still searching for your recovered breath, eyes glossy, and cheeks tinted with a delicate pink. He licked his lips gently. "Very sugary, darling." A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and his hand slid from your neck to your waist. "Oh, shut up."

sorry for the ones who don’t like cinnamon 🤭 I love my babies, lana del Rey reference 😩

#finnick x you #the hunger games #agnst #finnick odair #finnick odair imagine #fluff #finnick odair x reader #finnick x reader #the hunger games imagine #thg series #x reader #female reader #thg finnick #soft aesthetic #cinnamon girl #lana del rey #writing for fun #writing for myself #creative writing

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azi-muthal · 1 year

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he’s a baby <3

(quick sketches for pinocchio 2022 edit: guillermo del toro’s pinocchio :D. apparently there was another pinocchio released this year? idk i live under a rock)

#pinocchio #guillermo del toro's pinocchio #guillermo del toro #artists on tumblr #fanart #i watched this yesterday and it gave me so much creative juice

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cherryxsapphic · 5 months

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So, I have a request! (If you don’t like this request idea, you don’t have to write it!)

Marilyn x fem!(can be a student or a teacher)reader, where Marilyn is extremely overprotective over reader. R is used to her pritective nature, but it sometimes goes a bit too far, when Marilyn won’t let r hangout w her friends or go out in a certain outfit. Or when someone tries to hit on r, she would immediately come over and wrap her hand around r’s waist.

So basically just overprotective Marilyn, maybe some angst! You can choose how it goes!

Take your time <3

This is for the lovely @m1lflov3rrr I am dreadfully sorry that it took me literal months to even put this out, but I do hope you enjoy!!🍒

Also a special thanks to my pookie bear @h-doodles for helping me with this, I couldn't have done this without you!! 🥰

You were sitting down peacefully in the quad by yourself. Sandwich in hand as you jam out to some music blaring through your earbuds, bobbing your head slightly to the rhythm when you suddenly feel a sharp fingernail aggressively tapping your right shoulder. You jumped slightly at the sudden interruption, whipping your head towards the person in question, setting them with an annoyed look only to soften when you realized it was just Enid, Enid Sinclair, the local colorful werewolf. You take a moment to pause your music and pull out your earbuds, setting them down gently on the table alongside your forgotten sandwich. Spinning your body around the school bench, finally giving the very excited wolf your full attention, looking up at her from your seated position, you give her a sheepish smile before speaking.

“Sorry, Enid! I was so caught up in my music that I didn’t notice you there!”

"I know, silly! You've been hard to see around these past few weeks, so I just HAD to come over."

"I got busy…" You fight to keep your blush down as you think of what, or more accurately, who exactly got you busy. "My schoolwork has been slipping, so I asked a few teachers for extra work." You say, to cover it up.

Enid nods, understanding. Being a student with academic achievements, she often saw you poring over textbooks in the library OR trailing after your teachers for extra lessons during your free time, orders from your strict parents who monitored your progress over your head. “Well,” she starts, clasping her hands together. “Me and the girls have missed you a lot, so I wondered if you were free tonight?”

Guilt seeps into your bones when you hear the hope in her tone. You have been neglecting your friends and a dark whisper inside your brain–

“I suppose I’ve pestered our teachers enough, and I just finished passing the latest exam, so… I guess I'm free."

“Yayyy!!!” Enid does a little happy dance before lifting you for a hug. You shouldn’t be surprised by the excitable werewolf’s strength, but you gasp a bit anyway. “We’re going to a party in the woods tonight; you HAVE to come!"

When she finally puts you down, you sigh and shake your head. “The woods? Enid, you know Weems banned us from going there, right?”

“Don’t worry; the party is located somewhere TOTALLY safe—”

“Hey, girlies!” you stifle a scream when a cold hand suddenly touches your back. “Finally caught us a live one, huh?”

“Haha, hilarious, Tanaka.” your tone dripping with sarcasm as you turn around to give the vampire a playful slap on the hand.

“Don’t start. You’re going to the party, and I’m going to your dorm later to ensure you’re dressed right.”

“I haven’t said yes yet!”

And here you are in your dorm room, contemplating your life choices before sighing, putting on something comfortable, and grabbing your comfort jacket that belongs to Marilyn. You put the coat to your nose and breathe in her wavering scent, wishing you were with her instead of going to this stupid forest party. Falling on your bed, you bend over clumsily, grabbing your shoes off the ground and putting them on as you were just finishing tying your shoes—

Yoko and the FUCKING Scooby gang burst into your room like a pile of rats searching for cheese.

“Girliepop, you’re not wearing THAT to the party, right?” Yoko asked, looking you up and down.

While holding Mari's jacket, you looked down at your black jeans, red Converse, and a favorite baggy shirt. Then back to Yoko, who opened your closet and rifled through your clothes while Enid talked animatedly to a sulking Wednesday.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

Yoko pointedly looks at you and pulls out a short, skimpy dress. You blush as you remember Marilyn telling you it was a dress for her eyes only and that you would never wear it out. “You’re simply holding out on us, omg.”

"Yeah, the party's in the woods, so that's a hard NO on wearing that one!"

"Oh come on, what's the point of having that snack of a body if you aren't gonna use the right wrappers?"

"Listen, my tits spill out in one move in that one, and I'd rather die than return it to the store because of anxiety, so you can just. Pick another one… please?"

Yoko pouts but acquiesces to your pleading. Flipping through some more, she finds a similar-looking skimpy dress, but a little longer than you were confident you'd make out with your dignity half-intact.

"Here."

"Oooh!" Enid moves over, done pestering Wednesday for the moment, and oohs and ahs over the dress before starting again. "Pair it with the heeled boots, and wear tights if you're concerned about the cold."

"I mean. I'm bringing along this jacket, but why heeled boots—”

“Because we said so. Now hop to it.”

Throwing your hands up, you take the new outfit and walk to your bathroom to change.

The party in the woods was in full swing, the rhythmic beat of music mingling with the laughter and chatter of the gathered crowd. Strings of fairy lights adorned the trees, casting a warm, enchanting glow over the makeshift dance floor. Enid, the excitable werewolf, led the charge in festivities, dragging you into the heart of the celebration.

As the night unfolded, the atmosphere grew electric, the energy contagious. You found yourself dancing with newfound friends, the pulsating music drowning out any lingering doubts. However, the borrowed outfit — a compromise between your comfort and the party's expectations — seemed to attract more attention than you anticipated.

Yoko, the lively vampire, strutted over, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Girl, you're the life of the party! Everyone's talking about that dress!"

You blushed, feeling both flattered and self-conscious. The beats throbbed louder, urging you to lose yourself in the music, and you obliged, dancing away the concerns that nagged at the edges of your mind.

But as the night wore on, a discordant note disrupted the harmony. The distant growls of the creature you encountered earlier echoed through the trees, casting a shadow over the revelry. The carefree atmosphere shifted, and hushed whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire.

Enid, always exuberant, tried to downplay the unease. "Guys, it's probably just some forest critter. Don't let it ruin the party!"

Yet, the anxiety lingered, and a subtle tension threaded its way through the crowd. The music played on, but the once carefree dancing took on a more cautious rhythm.

Suddenly, the distant growls escalated into a deafening roar, and panic rippled through the partygoers. People scattered in all directions, the fairy lights casting eerie shadows as they dashed for cover.

Enid grabbed your arm, eyes wide with fear. "We need to get back to the school—now!"

Chaos ensued as the revelry devolved into a frenzied scramble. The once lively dance floor transformed into a chaotic scene of stumbling figures, their laughter replaced by shouts of panic.

As you ran back toward the safety of Nevermore, you couldn't shake the feeling that the creature's pursuit was closing in. The enchanted woods, once a backdrop for joyous gatherings, now harbored an ominous threat.

The party had taken a turn no one expected, leaving a trail of chaos in its wake. In the midst of the pandemonium, you yearned for the familiar embrace of Marilyn's jacket, a reminder of comfort amid the unforeseen disaster that had unfolded in the enchanted night.

‘I’m going to die. I’m going to fucking die, and it’s MY fault.’ I scream inside my head while I dart left and right through the trees. Protip: do not wear heels when going into the woods. Scratch that. Trust no one except Mari. Everyone is dumb EXCEPT Mari, especially when they say the woods are safe, there is NO monster, and you’re going to have SUCH a good time.

I could’ve enjoyed a nice cuddling session with Mari if I just stayed in bed and waited for her like usual, but no. I had to let myself get guilted and dragged to this party in these stupid heels and dress, and now I’m being chased by a BEAST, and I don’t even have my phone to give Mommy my goodbyes!’

The monster roars somewhere closer behind me, and I feel like I will have a HEART ATTACK! But I'll be fine once I get to the school, and look, there's the Hogwarts-looking building right there. So I just keep running. Thinking I'll be okay, my dumbass trips over a branch, and suddenly, I just want to give up. I feel like those dumb girls in those low-budget horror films.

As you scramble to your feet, panic gripping you like a vice, you hear the menacing growls of the pursuing creature drawing near. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you sprint toward the safety of the school building, your heels abandoned in the unforgiving underbrush.

The imposing silhouette of Nevermore looms ahead, a beacon of hope in the darkness. The monster's roars reverberate through the trees, pushing you to run faster, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Just when you think the creature is on the verge of catching you, the school's entrance comes into view. You burst through the doors, heart pounding, and slam them shut behind you, momentarily cutting off the creature's menacing sounds.

Safe within the confines of the school, you lean against the door, catching your breath. The echo of your heartbeats seems to drown out the lingering fear. The school hallway stretches before you, the familiar surroundings offering a stark contrast to the perilous adventure you just survived.

As you compose yourself, you realize that the night took an unexpected turn, and your friends might not have been entirely truthful about the safety of the woods. Thoughts of Marilyn flood your mind, and a profound longing for the comfort of her presence washes over you.

You decide to retreat to the quietude of your dorm room, shedding the borrowed outfit and slipping into the familiar warmth of Marilyn's jacket. The scent provides solace, grounding you in the reality that, despite the night's chaos, you are safe within the walls of Nevermore.

Reflecting on the events, you vow to prioritize your own well-being and not succumb to peer pressure. As you drift into a contemplative state, you can't help but yearn for the simplicity of sharing a peaceful moment with Marilyn, free from the chaos that lurks beyond the safety of Nevermore's embrace.

To be continued…

Sorry for the lack of Marilyn in this chapter but don't worry there will be more in part 2, if y'all want a part 2 you that is?? 🤭

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이시아 | Korea

style > substance but hey that’s okay

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Lana Del Rey X Skims 🎀💄💋🥀

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angelic-ambedo · 29 days

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No no I’m not in love with you I just think about you most days. Maybe every day. Maybe even multiple times a day. And every time you make a video I can’t stop staring at you because your dark hair and brown eyes are so beautiful. And I love your voice, especially the way my name fits in it. And every time you leave I feel a little space in my heart and cry. And I bury myself in my work so I don’t have to want to talk to you when you’re busy. And I make up hypothetical conversations between us and laugh about the hypothetical jokes you make. And I thought about what our children would be like and told all my friends. And I listen to the songs you introduced me to—every single one. And you are my Dorian gray, my Greek muse, my Mona Lisa. And everything I’ve written has been about you for almost a year now. And your name comes up in every conversation. And when we fight I think of all the ways I could hurt you because that’s how strongly you make me feel something…but not love. No, no. Definitely not.

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#a true work of art//moodboard #sparks of creativity//my work #old money #moodboard #aesthetic #messy moodboard #coquette #dark academia #light academia #lana del ray aesthetic #preppy #vintage

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“Kombucha, slurpees, spaghetti every night. Coffee in the evening with an old movie playing on one phone in the car and dictating poems with the other phone.” - Lana Del Rey on snacks that fuel her creativity (Bustle) 🍝❤️💋

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I devour them with bones and all.

When I say "I love you", I don't mean that I do it in a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. I mean, the roses fit your scent, and the chocolates are a perfectly acceptable dessert. But when I say "I love you", I mean that rubbing my lips against your smooth mouth isn't enough. I need to bite you, my love. I need to drink the drops of blood that flow out from where my teeth rip your skin. I crave the taste of your beating heart on the tip of my tongue. I'm so hungry. In fact, I'm starving. I need to be fed from you, babe. At this point being yours isn't enough. I need to be inside you. I need to be you, darling. Oh, how I wish I could be in your bloodstream like a virus. The idea of being with you isn't enough, all I want is to live inside your ribcage and make my bedroom between your bones. Maybe you should have me as your main course. Chew me like I was your favorite dish. Taste me slowly. Swallow me with certainty. You should devour me with bones and all.

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A Fallen Apple From the Apple Tree

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Pairing ➸ Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor

Warnings ➸ None for this chapter

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Chapter Four (5.1k)

Heaven was as beautiful as it always was. The sun was shining, the streets were sparkling and clean and around every corner, a human soul smiled and waved. Proud to be in heaven, happy that they got to the pearl gates.

Yet, Lucifer still pouted, his arms crossed over his chest as he followed Aunt Sera with Michael to his side. The other blonde boy licked at his ice cream, smiling away and chatting with Sera about the most randomest of things. But Lucifer, with the small frown on his face, didn’t even bother to look up at Sera.

They wandered around Heaven for a good long time, Sera trying to get Lucifer to smile, but the boy didn’t budge. In fact, she even had to politely ask Michael what made Lucifer frown so much, as the boy was always one to bring a smile to any event.

Lucifer watched the children's human souls run around, playing in the sand pits, swinging on swings and playing with each other while he sat next to Sera on the bench. Michael rushed off to play with the souls, excited to be out of the house and out of his father’s gaze. They were still children, of course.

“Lucifer,” Sera softly spoke, turning her attention to the smaller blonde boy. “Why is there no smile on that face of yours?” She asked.

Lucifer kept pouting, his arms crossed as he watched Michael run and jump into the sand, taking off his jacket shortly after as to not get too much sand in it.

“Luci, you can talk to me…”

“No.” Sera blinked. The prince wasn’t one to often voice that negativity. Something must really be on his mind if he’s so upset.

“Is it something to do with your father?” She asked.

“No.” Lucifer complained, only to turn his back to her. She sighed, running a hand through her hair as she checked on Michael. He was spinning around in a circle, holding onto a girls’ hand as they spun, getting dizzy by the action.

“Maybe… Something happened between you and Michael.” She suggested. Lucifer shook his head. He stole a quick glance to his older brother and sighed with such a heavy heart.

“It’s okay to be confused sometimes, or upset. Whenever it is, I hope you know that you can come to me about it and I will try my very best to help you out, okay..?” She gently rubbed his back. Lucifer nibbled on his bottom lip as he gave a small nod. Deep down, he knew she was always going to be the nicest person he could go to. She has been his babysitter since he was born. She was always there with him. He knew once he figured it all out, he could tell her, but right now, he wanted to pout.

They didn’t spend too long at the park. Sera called Michael over and the three of them headed further down the street, passing stores, signs and other souls who had passed on and made their way to Heaven.

“C’mon Luci, stop it…” Michael tugged on his arm. “I don’t want to see you so upset anymore…!” Michael tried, before making a funny face in front of his brother. Yet, Lucifer’s expression didn’t budge. He still pouted, barely looking at him and even if he did, he gave him a glare that Michael hadn’t seen on his face in a long time.

“Please…!” Michael pouted himself, his eyes beginning to water.

“Oh..” Sera frowned, picking Michael up in her arms. “Lucifer, for your brother’s sake…”

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Lucifer shouted. Michael frowned, sniffling as he huffed sadly.

“Dad said that it wasn’t your fault! Please don’t do that..!!”

Sera frowned, listening to the two brothers. She took a deep breath as she took one of Lucifer’s hands, even if the boy tried to resist. She didn’t listen to either of their complaining as she headed up a few steps and knocked on a house door.

Lucifer huffed, giving up as he looked away from both Sera and Michael. He was on the verge of tears, unable to stop the tiniest little hiccup. Michael on the other hand, kept glancing down at his brother, only to pout and frown more when Lucifer didn’t look up at him.

A quick few seconds passed and a short blonde man with sky blue eyes opened the door. He smiled brightly at Sera, noticing the two little boys with her.

“Sera!!” He cheered. “Prince Michael, Prince Lucifer!” He smiled at both boys, as he let Sera inside.

“Thank you for letting me stop by, St. Peter.” Sera spoke, entering his house. Michael let himself look around the house, spotting a few things here and there that he wanted to bring up. But Lucifer stuck to Sera, still pouting as he tried his very best not to cry.

“Of course! What can I offer you? What brings you here?” He asked, closing the door behind them.

“Well,” Sera let go of Lucifer’s hand, setting Michael back down on the ground. “I have the boys for the day and I need someone to…” She glanced down at them. “Look after them.” She encouraged. St. Peter smiled at her, before he knelt down to the two boys.

“And what’s been on your guys’ mind?” He gently pinched their cheeks. Michael couldn’t help but laugh, trying to swat St. Peter’s hand away but Lucifer stayed pouting.

“Just Luci being sad.” Michael said, glancing at his brother.

“Lucifer!!” St. Peter frowned, tilting his head to the side as he rubbed the boy’s arm. “Do you want some orange juice? The two of you can go play in the living room.”

“Yeah, let’s do that.” Michael gently took Lucifer’s hand. “Please…?” Lucifer glanced at his brother. He gave him a small nod before looking at St. Peter.

“Orange juice sounds good…” He muttered.

St. Peter smiled, patting the boy’s head as he stood.

“Let’s talk in the kitchen,” He gestured for Sera to follow him as Michael dragged Lucifer into the living room.

The room was decorated in whites and golds. A few gentle blue pillows rested on the L-shaped white lounge couch. The rug below was fuzzy and light gold, with the table that rested on top carved from wood and resin.

Hanging on the walls lingered photos of St. Peter, Sera and some other man who the two boys couldn’t exactly identify. They’ve seen him around, but they didn’t quite remember his name.

“Here you go,” St. Peter entered the room, setting two small glasses of orange juice on the coffee table. “Please make yourself at home boys,” He smiled, resting his hands on his hips as he headed back to the kitchen where Sera resided.

Lucifer climbed up onto the couch, carefully grabbing onto the glass as he took a sip from it. Michael soon followed, sitting next to him. He swung his legs up onto the couch as he faced his younger brother.

“Can you… Please tell me what’s wrong…?” He asked. Lucifer glanced at him, before a heavy sigh came from his lips.

“I feel bad for getting the boy hurt…” He muttered. “And I know what Father said, but I… I feel like I did the wrong thing…”

“Everyone does something wrong at least once..” Michael encouraged, setting his cup down. “I mean… I know father makes mistakes. I know Sera makes mistakes.” He spoke, hoping to make Lucifer feel a little less sad about his own actions.

“I know but…” Lucifer sniffled, setting his glass on the table. “I want to go say sorry… I didn’t mean for him to get hurt…” Michael frowned, before pulling Lucifer into another hug.

“I’m sorry Luci…” he muttered, pressing his head against the youngers. Lucifer finally hugged him back, sniffling as he began to get lost in thought. Yet, something piqued his interest.

“I need you to look after the two of them for just a few hours.” Sera spoke, crossing her arms over her chest as she peered into the living room.

“What for..? I don’t mind doing it! But… what’s up?” St. Peter asked, grabbing a cup of coffee for himself.

“Well… I have some business I need to take care of, down under, that I can’t risk bringing them down there.”

“Wait, really..?” St. Peter set his cup down as he looked at her. “Does it have to be done today..? What if God comes by and asks where you are and why I have his kids instead of you??” He panicked.

“St. Peter, calm down…” Sera took his hands. “You are the most trustworthy person I can turn to for this. I know their father won’t come looking for them, because that’s just who he is. I won’t be gone for long, only a few hours at most.”

Lucifer slipped off the couch, peering into the kitchen as Michael sat there, a confused expression etched into his ethereal face.

“Are you going to Hell…?” Lucifer’s small voice spoke into the kitchen, startling both adults. Sera turned her attention over to the young boy as a frown appeared on her face.

“Lucifer, what… You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Are you going?” He asked again, ignoring her statement. The two of them, St. Peter and Sera exchanged looks before she knelt down to the boy.

“You and Michael will be safe with St. Peter. He has looked after your younger brothers before, it won’t be any different than when I look after you.” She smiled, gently cupping his cheek.

Lucifer listened to her, leaning into her touch. To him, Sera was like a mother figure. A woman who he could grow from, learn from.

“Sera..” He muttered, a small pout on his face. She gave a small nod, gently fixing his hair. “Can I come with you?”

“What…?” she stared at him, taking her hands from the young prince. “No.”

“Please..!” He begged, taking a step closer as he took her hands. “I want to go back! Please let me go with you..!” He started.

“Lucifer.” She shook her head. “No. I’m not bringing you with me. You have to stay here.”

“I don’t want to! I have to go back! I need to say sorry! Please, please, please let me go with you!” He begged, gripping onto her hands as his eyes began to water. Sera had never seen Lucifer like this before.

“Do you know how dangerous it could be if I bring you with me, Luci…?” She asked, a frown on her face.

“Please Sera…” He sniffled. “Let me go with you, please.”

“Luci…” She sighed as he gripped her hands.

“I won’t ask anything from you ever again…! Please!”

“Okay.” She spoke. St. Peter gasped, looking at Sera with pure shock in his eyes.

“Sera…”

She stole a quick look up at St. Peter before she sighed. She gripped Lucifer’s hands before she stood from her spot. She patted her hair down as she took a deep breath.

“St. Peter…” She looked at him. “Don’t you say a word about this. I will take Lucifer with me, but only this once…” She looked down at Lucifer. “You must keep this a secret, Lucifer. If your father finds out about this, many consequences could unfold.” She said, her expression stern. Lucifer lit up in a bright ball of happiness as he hugged her.

“Thank you!! Thank you, thank you!!!” He cheered.

“Sera…” St. Peter put his hands together.

“Trust me, Peter… Look after Michael, and we will be back before you know it.” She muttered.

“Just be careful… And be back as soon as you can. You can’t get him hurt.” He frowned, holding his hands to his chest.

“I won’t.” She looked down at the young Lucifer, a smile on his face with his eyes beaming with excitement.

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It was just as he remembered it from the previous day. Red, dark, dreary and a bit scary. Sinners wandered around, holding weapons and attacking each other on the streets of the Wrath Ring. Yet, Lucifer was actually happy to be back. Of course, he grew up knowing that Hell was a place for the worst type of person to go to, but he couldn't help but be worried and curious about that boy. If that boy really did get hurt, like Michael said. His father didn’t answer his question, just dodged it. But as he walked alongside Sera, holding onto her hand, he couldn’t help but want to slip from her grasp and look for the boy.

Being hesitantly welcomed into a different building than yesterday, Lucifer saw the golden trims of the white and blue place. He saw a few sinners standing around, chatting, staring as he and Sera walked past them. The place was probably the cleanest he’d seen in Hell. There was barely anything red in it, it reminded him of home.

Stepping off to the left of the room, a door slid open and inside this room, four people sat at a table, discussing amongst each other. One was a tall man, dressed in black and green. Beside him stood a woman, tall and wore black and silver. Two colours that stood out to him. She had red eyes, staring at Sera with intent.

“Sera, so good of you to show up.” She spoke.

“Carmilla.” Sera muttered, pulling Lucifer behind her, to hide him. Lucifer, on the other hand, peered around the room. He wanted to find a way out of her grasp, out of this room. Yet, the tall black and green man startled him, just a little bit. He had four green eyes, a green smile as he greeted Sera.

“How is thou?” He asked.

“Well,” Sera answered, gripping onto Lucifer’s hand. “You’ve summoned me for a discussion? You had to do it today after what happened yesterday?”

“Sera, look around. Do you think Heaven has it worse than Hell due to what happened at the meeting yesterday? We have to discuss what to do next.” Carmilla spoke, gesturing to the rest of the room.

“Of course.” Sera spoke, heading over to a chair.

Lucifer gently tugged on Sera’s hand, pulling her attention down to him. He frowned, trying to let go of her hand, and slowly, Sera let him go. He put his hands behind his back with a bright smile on his face. Sera felt like she could trust him, carefully sitting down at the table.

Lucifer glanced to the door, knowing that he was well hidden behind the table. Hoping that neither the black and green man or the black and silver lady saw him. Sera got herself comfortable, clasping her hands together.

“What do you have to discuss?” She asked.

“Once a year, you are planning on sending angels down to kill our sinners? Our souls?”

“That’s what God has decided, yes.”

“And there is no way to change that?” Carmilla asked. Sera frowned.

“I’m afraid not. Once God has made up his mind, there is no changing it. Of course, he chose to do so to protect the gates of Heaven.” She explained.

“Yet, our sinners barely touched the top of the gates. Hell is not overflowing. Earth has been created for only 55 thousand years, and people are at peace here.”

“Peace?” Sera scoffed. “What you have here is nothing close to peace, but brutality on souls that deserve to be tortured for the sins they committed.”

Lucifer glanced up at her. He knew Sera could get too involved in this type of situation. Taking a deep breath, he put his hands in his pockets as he slipped out of the room.

He watched the room carefully as he backed out of it, turning around quickly and running out of the golden, white and blue building. Stepping out to the outside world, a world where Sinner’s were so accustomed to the damage that nothing fazed them, was still a shock.

He frowned, not being used to the smell of the underworld. He was used to the smell of cotton candy, marshmallows, linen. Hell smelled the complete opposite. Now, the real question was, how to find the deer boy.

He rushed down the path, trying to get as far from the white building as possible, hoping that Sera didn’t notice his escape. He ran for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes.

He spun around, looking at all of the destruction that lingered in the world. Though of course, he didn’t quite understand how Hell worked. Was there more than one place? Did all of hell look like this? Smell like this? He had so many questions that couldn’t be answered. Not by Sera, not by Michael and definitely not by his father.

Huffing, Lucifer took off his jacket, setting it down on the ground as he tried to look around. He tried to search for the red and black hair. The large fluffy ears. He tried to look for the all-red and black outfit but couldn’t find anything. But he was determined, he wasn’t going to let it get the better of him.

Wandering around as much as he could, he thought he spent hours just walking the streets of Hell. Demons came up and taunted him, some tried to touch him. Others stared at him in shock while some ignored him entirely. A large sinner stepped in his way, making the boy stumble backwards.

“What are you?” He asked. Lucifer stared at him, beginning to stutter his words. “Come on now, kiddy, you can talk to me.” The man smiled, his breath smelled horrible, his eyes were goopy and his nose was almost cut clean off. It made Lucifer nauseous, looking at this sinner. A smile so terrifying he’d only see in his nightmares.

“S-sorry..” He muttered, rushing around the sinner as he ran down the street. He huffed and puffed, running past sinners, past demons who startled him. Slowly, Lucifer began to wonder if all this running was a bad idea. He should’ve just stayed with Sera, or even stayed in Heaven with St. Peter. Hell was no place for a child his age, especially after what happened the previous day.

Yet, he came across a small park. It didn’t seem harmful, as he leaned against a fence post. There were children there, singing, laughing and playing with toys, with their parents sitting close by.

He felt a little more at ease, seeing all of these other children. Of course, they could be scary. Or they could be just as innocent as he was. He dusted off his hands, and began to wander through the small park.

It was littered with children, with swingsets and playsets. Trees that bloomed bright red leaves loomed over the dead grass. It was oddly beautiful. Though, Lucifer was able to find beauty in almost everything.

He wandered around at first, a little hesitant to play with the other children. It was inviting, tempting even. But he hesitated. He didn’t want to interfere with their play time. Plus, he was a child they didn’t know. What if they didn’t like him? Were his clothes too white? Did he look like he didn’t belong?

Thinking this, he spotted a low hanging tree. Quickly and carefully, he climbed up it, burying himself in the branches, as he hugged his knees to his chest. He rested his chin against his knee, watching through the red leaves as the children played around, tossing a ball back and forth. Deep down, he wanted to be at home, comfortable in his bed. He wanted to hug his father and say sorry for ever going back down to Hell.

But shortly, that changed. He scooted himself further against the tree, watching the children play when a boy with red and black hair, large deer ears came over and sat down at the base of the tree. Immediately, Lucifer’s eyes lit up. He smiled, peering down at the boy.

Alastor, his name was, sat down, crossing his legs as he held onto a small book. He pulled it open, removing the bookmark and resting it to the side as he began to read, his ears twitching as he read, completely unaware of Lucifer watching him from above.

“Hey!!” Lucifer shouted, hanging upside down from the branch, peering down at the other boy. He made Alastor jump, dropping his book as his ears flattened against his head. At first, he glared up at the blonde boy, before the recognition set in.

“Hey.. You’re-”

“Lucifer!” He jumped down from the tree. “You’re okay!!! My brother told me that you got hurt…” he frowned. Alastor watched him, before slipping his arm behind him, trying to hide the bandage.

“Um… What are you doing here…?” He asked.

“I got my aunt, she’s not really my aunt,” Lucifer sat down next to him. “She just babysits me and my brother at times, but she had to come down here for some work and I wanted to see if you were okay! And I’m really glad you are because I felt really bad that you got hurt because of me and what I said.. I mean, you were just defending yourself..” He began to ramble on and on, leaving Alastor to sit there, watching this angel boy babble about the incident from the other day.

“That’s enough,” Alastor held a hand over Lucifer’s mouth, looking at him with his light red eyes. “You can’t just talk about the fact that you're an…” he paused. “An angel… People will start talking and you will end up being someone's dinner.” Alastor whispered. Lucifer’s bright eyes didn’t dwindle in excitement.

He removed Alastor’s hand and smiled at him.

“I’m really glad you’re okay…” He muttered. “I thought… I don’t know what I thought.”

“I just got a little hurt, nothing to make a big deal out of…” Alastor explained, showing young Lucifer the black and white bandage on his arm.

“Oh…” Lucifer frowned, gently touching his arm. “Why is it black?” He asked.

“That’s blood?” Alastor asked, his ears tilting to the side as he questioned why the boy didn’t recognize it.

“Oh..” Lucifer’s eyes widened. “You bleed black?”

“Doesn’t everyone..?” Alastor asked. Lucifer stared at him before he began to giggle.

“I don’t bleed black. I bleed gold.”

“Like… real gold?” Alastor asked. Lucifer laughed again.

“No!!” He gently shoved Alastor. “I bleed the colour gold!! I don’t bleed money… You’re silly.” He smiled, standing from his spot. “What do you do in your free time? What should we do?” he asked, a bright smile on his face.

Alastor sat there, staring at the angel in front of him. Since he first met him, he seemed to be interested in the world he lives in. Yet, he was heavenly. He was different from any other person he’d ever met before. He wanted to get to know this demon boy. He wanted to play with him, and get to know him. At first, Alastor thought him weird because of it. But, seeing the excitement on his face, maybe he could give this boy a try. Maybe he could actually become friends with him.

“Usually,” Alastor grabbed his book, putting his bookmark into place. “I would sit by a tree and read for a few hours before the suns began to set. Once that happened, I would go home, have dinner and just… stay home until it was time to go to bed.” He explained, standing from his spot.

Lucifer frowned.

“Well that’s no fun at all… Do you not have any friends?” He asked.

Alastor’s ears laid flat against his head as he held his book against his chest.

“I have friends…” He muttered. “They’re just not.. Around right now.” He didn’t bother to look at Lucifer, as the realization dawned on the angel. The children around them were probably frightened of Alastor, similarly to how he was at first.

“Hey!” Lucifer shouted. “I can be your friend! You can show me all around here, and tell me stories and I can tell you stories about Heaven!” He beamed, almost like white light was coming off of him.

Alastor stood there, his tail tempting to wag as he listened to the angel. Perhaps, that would be fun.

“Okay..” His ears sat up on his head. “How long are you down here for?”

“Ummmm….” Lucifer tucked his hands behind his back as he began to wander around the small playground. “Actually, I’m not sure…? I sort of ran away from my aunt when she stopped looking at me.”

Alastor laughed.

“Really? She doesn't know you're here??” He asked. Lucifer smiled sheepishly, giving the taller a small nod.

“But that’s fine!! I’m sure she could find me at any chance if she wanted to..! Besides, I wanted to come down here and find you!”

“You wanted to find me? What for…?”

“OH!!” Lucifer spun around, standing in front of Alastor, his face suddenly very serious. “I am sorry for getting you hurt. I understand what was going on, and you should not have been hurt because of me.” He bowed his head. “I’m sorry Alastor.”

The demon boy stood there, staring at Lucifer. No one outside of the people in his house had ever said sorry to him. He was someone to be feared, which meant no one bothered him. No one offered their thanks, or gave apologies. He was a child, no one felt the need to.

“Um… Thanks…?” He asked, his ears twitching in response.

Lucifer looked up at him, only for that bright smile to beam across his lips once more. Pure white teeth, and such a bright personality as he grabbed onto Alastor’s good arm.

“Then, we should go play!!”

“Play what..?” Alastor asked, being dragged away from the playground by the younger boy.

Lucifer giggled as he shrugged.

“I dunno!! What about Tag??! Have you played tag before?”

“Of course I’ve played Tag before…” Alastor grumbled, rolling his eyes yet a smile appeared on his lips.

Lucifer cheered, taking the book from Alastor as he set it to the ground. He stretched, keeping his eyes on the taller boy.

“Alright, should we have rules?”

“Who needs rules?” Alastor laughed, stretching as well. Lucifer giggled.

“Suit yourself!!” He gently tapped Alastor’s shoulder. “Tag! You’re it!!” He suddenly dashed off, making Alastor laugh. He chased after the shorter boy, running after him as he giggled.

Lucifer almost tripped, stumbling forward but it didn’t stop him from having fun. He laughed at his clumsiness as he spun around.

“Come catch me!!” He shouted.

Alastor laughed, slowing down as he held his stomach.

“You're too fast!” He laughed, yet he reached out, almost touching the younger’s arm.

Lucifer couldn’t help but gasp, jumping back as his wings sprung out from his back.

“Come on!!” He giggled. Yet, Alastor panted, watching as Lucifer struggled to stay in the air. His grey wings fluttered in the sky, yet, he wasn’t very stable. Alastor laughed, as the angel almost fell from the sky. Now was his chance.

He jumped up, his fingers just brushing against the bottom of Lucifer’s wings.

“Got you!!” He shouted. “You’re it!!” He smiled. Lucifer gasped, his wings struggling as he landed down on the ground, falling back onto his bottom.

Alastor laughed at him, before quickly turning, running from the younger boy.

“That’s unfair!!” Lucifer laughed, quickly getting himself up from the ground. He dusted off his white outfit as he chased after the taller boy.

“I’m gonna get you!!!”

“Try to catch me first!!” Alastor laughed. Lucifer couldn’t help but giggle, his wings folding up, disappearing as he chased after Alastor.

Their laughter bloomed through the area, filling it with a joy that Hell hadn’t witnessed in years, if ever. Both Lucifer and Alastor played and played, losing track of time. Losing sense of their surroundings. Yet, even if they got lost, Alastor knew his way back. He knew how to lead Lucifer back to that same playground. A friend that Lucifer was proud of. A friend he was glad to have. Someone who didn’t see him as a prince of Heaven, but just a kid, with a happy heart and a cheerful personality.

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“Then the decision is final.” Sera spoke, folding her hands together. Carmilla stood opposed to her, a frown on her face as she stared down at the table. She hadn’t been able to persuade this angel, and neither had Zestial.

“It’s only a matter of time before someone decides that it’s enough.” Carmilla suggested, looking up at the white-haired angel across the table. “One day it will happen, and I hope you look at yourself in the mirror and realize that you’ve made the biggest mistake you could.”

“Don’t blame me.” Sera stood from her spot, her eyes beginning to search the room for the young boy she brought with her. “Blame yourselves for the foolery.” She muttered.

“Has’t thee misplac’d something?” Zesitial asked, watching as a panic began to bloom on Sera’s face.

“Um.” She didn’t look up, didn’t meet the eyes of the two overlords in the room. She peered under the table, behind chairs. “Where did he go?” She looked at the two overlords.

“Sera?” Carmilla frowned. “Misplaced your dignity?”

“No!” Sera shouted. “Lucifer! I came here with-!” She stopped herself, peering to the closed door to the side. “He must’ve left..” She headed over to the door.

“You brought a boy with you…? A child?” Carmilla asked.

“I have to leave,” Sera looked at them. “I don’t want to hear from you. Ever.” She spoke, before leaving the room, searching the building for the second eldest prince of Heaven.

She searched under benches, asked sinners if they’d seen a little boy dressed in white leave. She was panicking, unable to find him. If God had found out she lost one of his sons in the unholy realm, she just might reach a fate unknown.

Stepping outside of the building, Sera fixed her hair, took a shaky deep breath as she scanned the area.

“Lucifer… Where did you go?” She asked herself, heading down the steps as she looked all around. Up and down, under and over. Sinners disregarded her, some stared at her.

That was all until she spotted a small white jacket laying on the ground. Though, it didn’t look as white as it had before. Red blood staining it, dirt and mud and whatever else could be on it, tinted the colours to emit a dark and eerie feeling in the pit of Sera’s stomach.

Welp the next chapter is up!! I hope I can keep writing, but I've currently lost the notebook that has all my notes for this story?! I'm freakin' out! Anywho, for now, I can still update you all!! Enjoy!

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