underneath the hot sun / return

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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"

"Bakugou" the black dragon answers for her, tilting his crown to his pale daughter.

he's fond of the often outspoken ragdoll - and can at least say that the spitfire has more valid opinions in his brashness than Cesar does in his callous demeanour, for all the dream demon likes to be, lucifer finds it tiresome to deal with.

much like Argus, he's well aware how this clan softens his edges - how mortals and kindred often have - they soften, but they never dull, for all that he holds himself to a tamer degree, he holds no such leash against those he deems unworthy of the privileged of being - the pit of worthless dregs that like to think themselves masters are one such stain he'd like to burn out of existence.

so he is relieved to see the ragdoll and that his training must have proved fruitfall - and that nothing befell him, though he thinks that anyone who tried might get surprised, still, he worries for his mortal kin and friends, he always does.

"Welcome back - how did your training go?"

tags — [color=maroon]large dragon — hellion [5ft] — typhoon / officer — extreme

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