NO ONE MADE ME - - OPEN - - I MADE ME

[Luciferr]

Hymn of Ruin

LUCIFER GRIMM — SNOWBOUND — MALE — VERY DIFFICULT

There were many things Lucifer was capable of - the ability to drown a city entire, to sow destruction on scales hitherto unheard of, to weave shadows and sunder light through the gift of his long dead brother - and to rend matter as was the birthright of those of the line of his father however much he cursed that creature and loathed his legacy.

he was an omen to many, the villain in all the stories of legends no matter how he tried - but what legends would say and what people who knew him thought were two vastly different things but those close enough to know him that were still among the living could be counted on one paw.

For all that he was born and shaped into a creature of destruction, he'd since become so much more than the paltry sum of his past - even if he denied and didn't see it himself - for all that could say would say one truth, Lucifer grimm would do anything for family and this was what divorced him from the nigh on terror of all.

he wasn't his father's creature,

never again.

a soft sigh rumbled from between his teeth, mismatched eyes of silver and red closing briefly as they focused on the hairline fissures of red cracks - scars - that slowly wormed down his leg from the gaping red wound that ran ragged from his chest and thinned up his neck before blossoming like a raw red skull along the left side of his face - it was old, it was permanent and it would forever mar him no matter the form he took, but it did not define him.

he hummed at the thought, flexing his deadly obsidian claws around nothing as he sat outside in the snow - he'd yet to go exploring for somewhere that could house him but it hardly bothered him, he'd slept in far colder and far more hostile environments - the void had never been a kind place - and these days the touch of outside cold hardly seemed to grasp him, the marring scar across his form was frigid to the touch despite its deceiving and foreboding colour, like an icy brand that curled cold claws into his frame.

Lucifer stilled his claws from where one had absently rose to touch the red marks, claws curling away in revulsion - he had idled with the thought of concealing it somehow, this mark of just who his sire was but he had never been one to run from himself or the truth nor to hide from others.

he sighed idly, forcing himself away from contemplation as he heard what must be approaching footsteps no doubt.

//TLR just luci bein introspective about himself, he's just sitting out in the snow lost in thought. (an this got longer than I thought it would aha)

#psychosocial.