"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
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i feel neither like a child nor an adult. i am a botched, failed creature, combining the worst qualities of each. all the helplessness and dependency of a child, with the cynicism and despair of an adult.
i was the one that the other angels called on when you were being too much .
in this era under the Central Flame , however ... i cannot guarantee it would let me slay freely .
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?
"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."