mythopoeics

Denizens is such a good word~

KNOCK KNOCK

WHO'S THERE?

[Filter: Osiris]

okay?

[Filter: Cas]

♥?

[Filter: Public]

quiet

i like it quiet

( In action how like an angel )

[Lucifer is appalled (disgusted-sickened-slave to too, too many emotions).

He hates loss of control

he hates his human skin, more than ever,

and - above all else - he is entirely disgusted that he believed he was human.

He believed he had a twin sister
and an elder sister
and that he was man-man-man,
that he was flesh-and-blood and nothing more.

More than this, he had forgotten who he was. He had forgotten that he was the
Adversary.

His skin tingles. There needs to be death.]


Why?
Who?
Die.

It feels a little stupid to have to say this, but apparently people: 1. Aren't using their brains. 2. Aren't in possession of a brain. or 3. Don't know the point of a graveyard.

Playing hide and seek and using the graves I'm digging as a hiding place isn't smart or polite. The next person to do so might find out what it's like to get buried alive.

Just stay the fuck out of my graveyard.

[The problem with Lucifer's handwriting is that it's almost illegible unless he makes an effort and, to be honest, after all the comings and goings from Glastheim to Svarga and back again, he has no desire to make that effort.

Odds are that Bastet can read it and War certainly can.

Today, Lucifer is making no effort.]

[What is Christmas to the Adversary? Oh, do not think that he is a Grinch who despises Christmas and everything it stands for (although he does, a little).

The true meaning of Christmas angers him; it sends him into such a rage that the Father truly felt that humans deserved such a gift. Fortunately, the little mortals have done a damned good job in making Christmas bearable, even for the Devil. The greed - such avarice as to make his toes tingle - and the inevitable petty arguments and the overwhelming misery as the poor watch the rich glut themselves. He sees it even in the jaded sermons in faded churches.

Christmas brings out the worst in people and Lucifer cannot help but applaud that, from the corner of his quiet apartment]