Warm skin, cold hearts . Re-introduction . Re-joining

[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"

He knows the moment she returns, an ever present spark in his fabric of existence - distant yet never wavering - its how he knows where his children and family are amid the lesser bright sparks of friends and the dim of enemies.

each spark carries a sliver of shadow - an anchor point his influence leaves, like a singular crack in the porcelain of perfection, sealed over yet the dark line remains.

his form is opposite an contrast to hers - multiple eyes versus two, white vs black, grace serpentine against lethal ends - but this is merely what he wears, he is far more than mortal minds will know, his children - in this world and the one before, not cursed with his pantheon's kind of living, untouched by it save their chosen last name - are aware, they can glimpse it, adopted or not,

if one has been in his presence long enough to know him they may have noticed - may have seen how shadows bend toward him, how a room is brighter when he leaves,

how the air cools significantly in his presence - how it feels death has touched you in that iciness in his anger, cold and black.

they might have glimpsed when the veil he wears, pulled and wrapped around bones of red - creation's anathaema - and shield those from the event horizon's edge of his black hole heart - might have seen when his plated form wavers and the infinite stares back briefly.

or where his scar seems to cause reality to reject itself in small points briefly.

he is a child of chaos and all that entails, he is a child of void - and all that it curses,

Lucifer has carried many names, over many lifetimes - but his alone is branded light, shadow and red across his very essence even if mortal tongue's translation names it 'luciferus' and 'lucifer' it is a name writ large across dark space, he knows he will outlast even the end.

greater wings, folded down, down, down in this mortal guise from whence they span the cosmos, unfold in the shape limited in this plane of existence - great swaths of shadow cut to mimic the starless sky save the edges in fever-bright white like the ends of a comet trail of stars falling from the end skies - and he is off across the territory to greet that now close star point.

he lands quietly with a warm rumble building in his chest, eyes of white and red alighting on the ivory figure and he smiles, head tilting "Welcome home Argus" another child returned, a momentous day indeed.

/ya got me monologin oof

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