between the houses / family intro

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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"

for once he doesn't wade straight in as usual when a gathering forms as he is often want to do, no the vantablack god stands at the very edges almost somewhat nervous perhaps,

these are his nieces and nephews he knows - even if his link to Luca is of adoption, he is still his little brother and he'll not let anyone disregard that due to lack of 'blood' ties, which to an eldritch god-being he finds he likes to choose his family as much as he likes his actual blood relations, but he can't forsake some of the blood ties he has no matter how he'd wish too, the fact he can choose some means something to his ancient self.

so the greater drake merely sits back and watches them with a glint of fond sadness in his eyes while they introduce and stumble about - he thinks back to his own children and his own siblings, an ache there that won't ever fade even if he has so many around him he names family and friends, there is an absence forever felt that widens the singularity in his chest - he's already extended a subconscious wing to them, a thing of shadows ephemereal on this plane, unseen but he'll hold it over them, a figurative shield like those he extends to the others he calls his own.

Lucifer shifts minutely, clawed paws folding across each other as he lies astride and inclines his head to Junji with a fond smile while he acts silent guardian to events - in an effort to appear less frightening, because he is aware, even at his most unthreatening, he is a tower of black shadows and spikes with a horrid red mar across one half of his face and the single red eye that never ceases staring - he's well aware he doesn't make the most comforting sight, he wasn't born to be though he is a gentle darkness as much as an overpowering one.

he lies his head across his stretched out crossed legs, watching them all with a contented hum - he'll speak if they address him but he finds loathe to interrupt there exploring.

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

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