BURST THROUGH EMBERS | VISITOR

[Luciferr]

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L U C I F E R . G R I M M

"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart"

[ooc: he can see Luci's! Ofc if you want? It's a bun ha shadows around a singularity heart with some motes/crystals of light kinda motif (like his Ava) and shot through with some red void looks - if you want more ideas on running with descriptions, he has a buncha aesthetic word relations in his 'aesthetics' section on his tags]

Lucifer doesn't hold a hatred for water.

It's fluid and flowing much like his shadows can be - and they too can drown you just as easily -  the depths are dark as his own soul, in many ways water is familiar to him and of course kindred.

His younger sister has been water after all - water where he was darkness, the frenzied waves where his shadows choked, a tsunami kindred to an event horizon, the depths of the oceans and the dark space between stars - Kaelin was a dragon, a serpent of the water where he flew the skies above.

He remembered once so long ago, racing each other - who was faster? The sea's queen or the dark's King? - and the the raging battles, Kaelin drowning the cities below while the dark tore through the ships of the skies.

It felt like yesterday and yet an infinity ago.

But then time held little to h and his.

Lucifer eyed the calm sea below as his great wings tore through the air with languid grace - a black knife cutting through blue swaths of sky - before the distant yet instantly recognisable sounds of the bell ringing drew his attention.

Wings angled downwards and curved back - a single scant beat and his path diverged from the ocean's hold on his memories and towards the regular beats of the Typhoon's daily life.

Sometimes it felt strange that he'd gone from wars in the stars, a frontline general and prince in one to the fairly much more mundane life of the group's that inhabited this world - even the conflicts were so much more simpler.

If anything he found it more grateful - it felt nice to be able to let his guard down, to let people in again without worry of a traitor - and here he did not have to make such terrible choices their war had led to.

Here he could just be.

A thrumming sigh rumbled through his frame as he descended down behind Bakugou, landing softly on the sands - such contrast to his vantablack form - then he spies the form before him and he blinks,

Well, it's not every day he sees so familiar a face - especially one from much further long ago before - but he'd recognise that scarred cougar with his armour anywhere, unbidden days of long ago leadership before Typhoon but after his own wars - after he'd so violently been thrown through the verses - a black wolf weighted with equally dark armour and a comradery with a similar old soul.

Darkness looks at one of deaths own and raises a brow "Ichigo Kurosaki - I've not seen you in sometime"

DRAGON [10FT Hght, 25FT Lgth] — HELLION [5FT] — TYPHOON / OFFICER — PLAYLIST — TAGS

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