Lucifer5lucy - Lucy Rose Vivian

new year scribbles for y'all

Happy new year my darlings!

What is foreshortening? (Proko)

The lightning that blinded his eyes struck his chest making him fall backwards. He expected to feel his body crash against the ground at any second, but contrary to his prediction, the air kept leaving his lungs and his stomach remained up in the clouds while his body kept falling without reaching land, his thoughts scattered around his head, overwhelming it to the point of almost losing consciousness; making his heart bounce in his chest, he felt as though a cold hand was grasping it and tearing it out of his body, leaving just pain within him, pain that only grew once he finally reached land, the bones in his tailbone and hips shattering due to the force of the violent collision. And a piercing shriek made the gloomy lands tremble.

 He looked around, moved his head desperate to see something, but all he was able to perceive was blackness, it took him an unknown amount of time, since time seemed to be slow and fast all at once, to finally be able to discern fire, embracing him, since it was fire coming from his own body, specifically from his back; what were once white feathers, had been reduced to dust, which also explained the pain coming from that part of his body; he gasped in horror and tried to get rid of those monstruous limbs, every burnt feather was followed by a screech of agony that echoed throughout those dead lands. There were corpses everywhere, all of them stained with blood, and covered with ashes, but what he feared the most was the one of a woman before him; his only sister, Lilith, who he had failed to protect, another howl left his mouth as he crawled to that lifeless body.

The scream startled him; he opened his eyes as he looked around, it had been a disturbing way to wake up and he was now experiencing a headache; he squinted and perceived in the darkness the silhouettes of six people around him, where it should have been seven, all fast asleep, snoring loudly. It was a relief all of them were too tired to hear him, or to notice him; he took his hand to his heart as it was pounding in a concerning way and his forehead sweating, and yet he did not have a clue on how it was possible, but his body was freezing. His fingers were numb, and he was not even able to hold the pen he had been using before nodding off by accident; he had attempted to prevent himself from falling into the lands of sleep since that dreadful memory was harassing him, torturing him every time he closed his eyes. 

He sighed and opened the book he had managed to get from the library so he could get some work done. It had been a relief Barbatos had shown up there right in the middle when the demon behind the counter was showing him behaviour linked to senseless hatred.

"I perceive some kind of an angelic accent" the librarian had said "I cannot understand a word, so I cannot help". 

The royal bluter had shown up right before Lucifer gave in and left the place, giving the demon a meaningful look that made the other freeze and all of a sudden, he was capable of understanding the first born, because he fulfilled his order in a second.  

Lucifer thanked the butler, picked the book up and left the library with humiliation reflected in his red cheeks; his pride had been boosted ever since he had fallen into that place, every little rough action made him feel humiliated or stupid, he had to be right, he had to know more than anyone else, he had to be perfect.

A part of him resented that place where they were strangers, where they knew quite well they were not welcomed, yet, they did not have too much of an option and there was so much to learn: potions, curses, other languages, history... so he was forced to swallow his pride and hatred towards most of the Devildom's population and he made himself study while his brothers slept so he could help them later and make things a bit easier for them, even if he refused to accept it. 

It was tough, he was overwhelmed with so much new knowledge, and he was slowly losing it. He was angry and he was hurt, he was slowly falling into a black hole where his existence was meaningless and the idea of eternal sleep promising. 

He was a demon now and he had to act like such, and he could perceive his feelings were changing or at least the way he used to sense them... so it was unexpected and he could not help but ask himself why was a tear rolling down his cheek? Was it the permanent pain in his body of the broken bones that were taking centuries to heal as his burnt wings? Was it the hatred against his father always unwilling to talk or to listen who had now forsaken him? Was it the pain in his heart for producing the fall and pain of his brothers? Was it due to the death of her little sister he had been forced to face? Was it the reject of the locals? Was it the annoyed sights given at him as if he was not worth anything or as though he had done something wrong, from those who dared to judge him without even knowing what had happened to him? Was it because he was a far from home in a dark land and he would never get to see the sun ever again? Was it because he was no longer loved or respected?...

 It had been beyond a high toll according to his thoughts, he sighed and looked at the sleeping demons, and he realised whatever he felt, it did not matter. There was no way back, he could not give in now, he had brought that fate upon them, and he had to protect them now, no matter what it took, he wiped his tears away and continued reading the book under the dim light of the candle, that would eventually damage his eyes.

MF TURNED FROM USUI INTO TAMAKI FDSEDFDEW

THAT'S WHAT WE CALL CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

Im crying they're the same

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