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the Devildom sky was not always filled with stars.

when Lucifer fell, it was empty, nothing but an empty void. the denizens of hell had desire to look up at the heavens. they had no reason to.🧵

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the piano in the music room at the House of Lamentation is not a meaningless addition.

it's Lucifer's, a replica from the Celestial Realm, white and gold painted over with black like the feathers of his wings. 🧵

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every demon has a pact seal that is unique to them. it contains their very essence, boiled down to a few scrawling, defined lines. it clearly spells out which demon it belongs to.

Satan's sigil does not. because his looks like Lucifer's. 🧵

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Lucifer is every bit as frustrating to deal with when he's sick as one would expect.

he refuses to admit to being sick in the first place, even when it becomes obvious, from the clammy pallor of his skin to the deep circles beneath his eyes, darker than normal. 🧵

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the space between a demon's wings is sensitive. to touch it is an act of intimacy. the skin there is delicate, tender enough that a light kiss can draw from a demon a pleased shiver, a pleased sound.

for Lucifer, it is painful. 🧵

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Lucifer is not a morning demon.

many assume he is. after all, he is often among the first to arrive on campus, & he meets his brothers at breakfast every day with his uniform neatly pressed & not a hair out of place. surely he must wake quickly, easily.

but you know better.

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the end of a year means little to those who have lived as long as your companions at RAD. throwing away a calendar feels no different from turning to the next month.

but it means something to YOU. & THAT makes it important to them, no matter who you choose to spend it with it.+

It's quiet. That's the worst part. Lucifer was expecting it to be a relief once you were gone. He was expecting to feel like he could breathe freely again. You occupied so much of his time, running through his mind so often he was surprised you weren't exhausted when he saw you. He had to watch out for you constantly--making sure you didn't get yourself killed by a demon (again), keeping you and Belphegor and Satan from causing him too much frustration with your stupid "pranks," generally trying to keep you out of trouble. It was EXHAUSTING. Then you kiss him. Then you leave. Then it's quiet.

Lucifer's brothers miss you too. Leviathan holes himself up in his room and doesn't emerge for almost a month. Mammon goes on a shopping spree so intense that the packages he's ordered from Akuzon (all unopened, even weeks later the objects less of a goal than the spending itself) flood his room and spill out into the hallway. Satan and Belphegor's pranks take on a somewhat malicious nature, as if they're silently asking Lucifer, "why didn't you make them STAY?" (Lucifer asks himself that sometimes, too.)

Lucifer was the first to meet you, and the last to form a pact with you. He was the last to kiss you. To spend the night with you. He still remembers that night, will ALWAYS remember it, keeps the memory tucked close to his chest in your stead. He remembers the shape of your body pressed against him, your laugh as you teased him that his bed was far too big for one person, your steady breathing as you fell asleep in his arms just before dawn. He remembers you looked so very beautiful and so very fragile in the faint Devildom moonlight. He remembers YOU. And he misses you fiercely.

Lucifer's bed wasn't too big for one person before you pointed it out. Now, it is far too big and far too empty. Some nights Lucifer wakes, wondering why he feels terribly alone in its huge expanse. Beside him, the screen of his D.D.D. glows in the darkness. He reaches for it. Opens Contacts. His finger hovers over your name. Then stops. It's too early in the morning. He doesn't want to wake you, as much as he aches to hear your voice (aches to have you back with him, truthfully, the pain of his desire so solid in his chest that it feels as if his sternum will split in two). He'll talk to you tomorrow, he decides. He sets the device facedown and rolls over, gazing across his bed (too big, too big, too big) and closing his eyes. It's quiet.

req: Lucifer + missing MC (OG!S1)

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