𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬

"How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!" LUCIFER 𝑿𝑽. 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳

"Well, would you look at that. Another flying dick."

@HISLUSTISMS "I tried cooking breakfast, but then this happened. Is this supposed to be like this?"

@finistenebris "Well, well, what a peculiar guest we have today."

"Just bored and needed entertainment."

"You just found out, Brother?"

Yawning. He's bored...

"You wouldn't exist here if you try to fight me."

Confused blinks from the monarch. "Central flame? And those flying sack of shits call you when I'm being too much? I've never seen you in my life."

"What is this with so many heavenly beings suddenly following me???"

"Yes, we exist, so what?"

Surprisingly enough, the monarch wasn't there to corrupt. He was simply there to observe out of boredom and to enjoy the mortal realm's night view. Just because his father banned him from ever seeing the light again, that doesn't mean he can't see the stars and the moon, correct?

Yawning, stretching himself. Satan is back.

"Damn right, I am! Who could outdo my beauty?" He then slowly looked at her up and down. "You, though? You might stand a chance." He said, a mischievous grin adorning his face as he said so.

"Arguably the perks of depression. But yes. You do get soft luscious locks as one of your perks if you're God's favourite." His lips curled into a soft smile next. "I used to keep it short."

"I miss my mon chèri..."

He's reading the bible as she was doing so.

He's quietly standing among them, disguising himself as a hooker.

"How tf are you THIS bad at rolling a joint?"

"Your joint is so bad, it's a crime."