DO ME A FAVOUR / healing + fire

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[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 is no stranger to anger,

no stranger to emotions raging into a towering inferno that burns all who touch it and scorches right down to the bone - and then to ash.

what many in the typhoon don't know - and what few do who aren't saying, whether for fear or quiet acknowledgement he doesn't know - is that Lucifer for all he plays a friendly giant, is only a leashed monster.

his family entire is in their own way - he is only more so monstrous given half of his heritage.

once he let those fires ravage and range when he grew angry - a swath of burning flame where he would only ever be cold - Burning where his insides where his blood was ice ichor, colder even than his brother-deity of frost and snow - a lingering freezerburn to his dna, dear old dads gift and curse.

anyone can ask Argus and know that the wrath of the black dragon - he's not though, not really, he's [glow=silver,2,300]shadow [/glow]entire, unwilling heir to void and grieved inheritor of [glow=white,2,300]Light[/glow], suffused into this small vessel, crafted to take the weight of a thing that should not be on this or of this plane of existence.

there are many who would say he is an abomination and that his own scars say such,

there are many who know not to say that to his face,

Lucifer knows anger like an old friend,

but he knows suffering like family - heh, like family

so when he finds Goldie alone beside the burning building, he doesn't say anything - but he does curl up beside her by the fire - careful not to touch, he knows shes wary of them all, even if it hurts him that she remembers so little, though steadily gaining it back given.

he merely rests his scarred face across crossed claws and stares into the flames,

catharsis can be found in many forms after all.

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

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Goldenluxury's form was broken. The scars and wounds that plagued her body was a sore sight, disruptive of her appearance, distracting and threatening to define her as vulnerable. Well, if he was honest, he had always viewed the Dealer as frail, weak and in need of protection. She was always getting harmed. Ironically, she was the most enduring of hardships considering the state of her back, the fact that she had to use a walking stick to get around while also living up to her duties as an assistant deputy within The Typhoon. Then again, there was no use pitying yourself. He knew that some people were given less than others, but it was how they went about their lives. There was once a time he cried - cried because he couldn't stand the idea of being weak. He looked up to others, felt himself overwhelmed by envy, the desire for greatness. Sometimes Bakugou sulked too much, unhappy with his position in life. There were so many things that the Reaver wanted, so little that the universe could give him, only so much that he could do for himself. He was weak too.

It was the smell of fire that caught his attention, the usual thick black smoke brought about a scent of familiarity for the male. The way the fog of black curled into the air, embers flying from the base, felt almost foreboding when the Reaver approached, eyes assessing the situation. He doubts that it was Luciferus who started the fire, the large dragon quiet when his gaze soon drops towards the bengal, nonchalance flickering over him like a wave. The building was like a bonfire, heat overwhelming to even the fire-wielding male. He saw the marshmallow on the stick, saying nothing at first when he approaches and sits behind her, basking in the high temperatures. "You okay?" the ragdoll finally asks, speaking over the blaring crackles of the burning building. It seemed strange to see her roasting marshmallows beside something that usually brought a lot of grief. Then again, he knew little about the lives of other members in The Typhoon. He should have made a better effort to connect with them.

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Memories were a fickle thing, especially if one had the ability to destroy and warp them. Being a dream demon, Caesar did of course have that ability, although the powers did not travel with him. He still has to earn them back, just like he earned his electricity and fire elementals back. And of course, it was known throughout The Typhoon, Caesar was just as hot-headed and could be almost as unpredictable as the elemental he was most comfortable using - fire.

Now it was no surprise that others had the ability to control flames just like he could in this world, but Caesar felt competition whenever there were other fire-wielders and always investigated whenever he found a new source of flames. So Caesar slunk over towards the group, though his interested expression melted into one of irritation. "Clearly not." The demon responded towards Bakugou. "Leave her be." Was he defending her? No. He just didn't want her to come to senses and realize she could control the flames - assuming she didn't already.

#psychosocial.