“𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁...”

sᴀᴛᴀɴ
sɪɴ ᴏғ ᴡʀᴀᴛʜ
ʀᴜʟᴇʀ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ
ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇʟʟɪsʜ ʟᴀᴡs

((Hims so cute!!))

"Let my voice lead you"

💧 hellevarse rp account
💧 18+ content

((Hell yeah! And she’s so cute!))

"I swore to be better. And i will be. For him."

🔰 paladin fallen lute!
🔰minors do not interact with this account, which is 18+
🔰 #writtenbygalacticfury

*I Borrowed this with consent of course, because I don’t steal*

((It is now 22-23 pages and 9,509 words. It’s also now AdamxLoxLucifer, but still just focusing on Adam and Lo first.

This shall be my Magnum Opus.

Also Adam knows her name now but refuses to use it.))

Lo has just realized Christmas is almost upon her. What the fuck is she supposed to get her mom for his birthday??

“Mine mostly involve never finding love and only wanted when I’m useful. Y’know, the normal stuff!”

“Depends on the night, really. Sometimes it’s bad thoughts. Sometimes I’m enjoying some company~”

"Monument" 20" x 24" oil on panel.

((y'all, my AdamxLo fic is already 8 pages long and he doesn't even know her name yet xD I'm having so much fun writing it. I HAVEN'T FELT THIS ALIVE IN YEARS))

((I’ve finally worked out what she looks like in the Hellaverse 🙌 now I gotta draw her 😭😩))

“He followed you?” she asked, voice low. “Looks like I’m going to have to hold off on fixing any broken faces that walk in.”

Lo nodded her head. “I need to pop the bone back in place before I can wrap it. You won’t need a full cast.” She flashed her a grin. “I got them good good drugs.”

Lo’s Angel Type is Cherubim meaning she has four wings. They started off silver in color, but after her fall, they became a tarnished silver

She calls Jesus “Mom” cuz she was born of the tear he shed upon Lazarus’ death.

((She’s a very old OC and has been in different worlds but this version is the closest to her actual original canon and there’s so many things I finally get to explore!))

HEHE.
That would actually help ~~

“Sorry,” she said, wincing again. “I’m going to need to touch it. Just to see where everything is at.”

Lo moved closer so she wouldn’t need to move her arm too much, and very gently pressed her fingertips around it looked like the break was, feeling the injury.

“What happened?”

✨Things Lo wants:✨

- an Earth beer
- a new dress
- Adam in a collar and she’s holding the leash

As the little bell jingled, Lo’s head popped around the door frame to the back of the clinic and she winced.

“Oh, that doesn’t look fun.”

She slid into view on a rollie chair before standing and approaching the bun.

“May I?” she asked, holding out a hand. “Can you move it any?”

The thing about having a Clinic in Hell was most of the wounds she treated were stab wounds. Sinners got into arguments, sinners got stabbed, then they come stumbling in and bleeding all over the floor.

Which was fine. Except for the blood. That was a biohazard.

But she was bored of stab wounds.

// *🤔