Lucifer X Adam - Tumblr Posts
While I enjoy writing the time travel au, I'm actually more of a horror/tragedy writer. And I kinda missed that feeling, so I wrote a quick little piece.
The sky was painted in layers of blues, pinks and golds, the stars came out of hiding from their sunlit veil, just a few at a time. The firewoods’ cackles were a soft lullaby amidst the eerie silence of dusk. Flames danced to its tune, its movements forcing the seeping darkness away. The same rhythm, back and forth, and back and forth. The woods were dead. No buzzing of insects or hoots of owls or skittering of foxes. Just silence. The fog consumed all, leaving no mercy to those caught up in its embrace.
Lucifer tended to their campfire, adding more sticks when needed, fanning it to keep the flames going. The fire needed to last at least until sunrise, otherwise… Well, he didn’t want to wander into those thoughts. Adam was annoying. Despite the circumstances, the man just couldn’t seem to stop yapping. He never seemed to run out of topics, and while it initially grated him, he had come to appreciate his company. It was a nice escape from all the deadly silence the world had succumbed to. Without Adam, Lucifer wouldn’t know what to do. He might have given up long ago. Adam was his anchor as he was also Adam’s.
The lively dance of the flames reminded him of the times before. His friends and family. Angel - always the life of the party, Nifty with all her odd hobbies and interests, even Alastor with his old fashioned ways, and oh Charlie, his precious daughter. She was the tending fire that fought against the darkness that clouded his mind all those years ago. Where were they right? He lost them when the fog first took over, never seeing them again. If they were still out there, he hoped that at least they weren’t alone in the silence. This was too much. Thoughts of them snapped his heart, just like the sticks in the fire, except for this one, only he could hear it.
Regretful Curses
I know you I walked with you once upon a dream I know you That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
And I know it's true, that visions are seldom what they seem But if I know you I know what you'll do You'll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream
But if I know you I know what you do You love me at once The way you did once upon a dream
I know you I walked with you once upon a dream I know you That gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you I know what you'll do You'll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream
-Sleeping Beauty
There we go. All the Regretful Curses/Sleeping Beauty pics in one!
the prologue was added by @things-arent-what-they-seem66 to my old account. Thank you! It was a delightful gift! The link below.
I’ll start with putting all my odd comics together. So it’s not such a pain to go through my sketchbooks to find them.
I don’t think I will finish this so I prettied it up and here you go lol. He be eating good at 1 in the morning
If you don’t get the reference, it’s this scene from Captain Laserhawk
A Dragon's Tale part 2. Read part 1 for this to make sense. Adamsapple endgame
Adam woke up feeling content and warm. It had been quite a while since he felt this comfortable. That's when he heard a deep rumble and realized that he wasn't alone. Adam's instinct kicked in and bucked the thing off his back. The red and white dragon flew into another tree. Adam didn't look back this time and made a portal to his apartment in Heaven before closing it once he was safely inside.
He forced his true angelic form back until he resembled a more welcomed form of Heaven before sighing. "Jesus, I let that thing sleep on me?!" Adam growled. He didn't care that this was the first time in a long time he actually slept well. He didn't care that the dragon was more playful then anything. Dragons were evil. Everyone knew that. Sera said that.
Adam reassured himself that everything would be fine as he sank into the plush cushions of his couch. "I'll just take some time, maybe a month or two, and search for a new Ring in Hell where I can let loose." It seemed like a reliable plan to him - finding a different Ring with no unexpected surprises. And no dragons.
The next few months were hell for him and wasn't that ironic considering Adam lived in Heaven, a paradise made for souls like him. Every use of golden wings was a reminder that they weren't truly his. Every time he looked in the mirror, his fake face stared back, desperate for him to let loose and be in his true form.
"Stop it," he told himself as he shoved a donut into his mouth while he walked with Lute. "Just a few more days."
"A few more days of what?" Lute asked, her sharp bronze eyes looking at him in curiosity. Adam shook his head. As much as he trusted Lute, he would not put the burden of his secret on her shoulders. She was as loyal as they come. Having her lie to her home and friends was something he could never ask of her.
"It's nothing, Lute," Adam said calmly, trying to reassure his loyal lieutenant. Lute's skeptical expression indicated that she wasn't entirely convinced by his response, but she chose to trust him nonetheless. "If you insist, Sir."
Finally, the day arrived. Adam chose a secluded forest in Envy with a lake nearby. It wasn't as nice as the Ring of Wrath, but it would do. If Adam didn't let loose his true form, he might spontaneously combust from the strain of trying to hide it.
He breathed in and closed the portal. He let the disguise melt away until he was back to his true dragon form and he let out a laugh. Finally! He could let loose and run wild. Adam bounded through the forest, his scales gleaming in the low light of Envy.
He flew and hunted down small creatures before letting them go, not truly hurting any of them though Adam probably did scar a few animals. He was so busy playing around by himself that he didn't notice the red eyes watching him. He also didn't notice the creature creeping closer.
Adam yelped, letting loose a string of fire into the air as he was tackled. He snarled and hissed but choked it back once he realized he was looking at the same dragon from Wrath. "Oh, hell no!" Adam growled. "How the fuck did you find me?!"
The dragon simply looked down at him...in amusement? No. This was an animal. As smart as some animals were, they weren't that smart. Adam was just being paranoid because he was in Hell with the same dragon from a different Ring.
"Get off of me! I'm not playing with you!" Adam screamed and tried to bite at the dragon's jugular. The dragon simply rolled them to dislodge Adam's grip and get a firmer hold to pin down.
"No! Get off! GET OFF!" Adam yelled. The dragon obliged and immediately, Adam flew off. He should have known that wouldn't be the end. That damn dragon followed him and tackled him out of the sky. They hit the ground hard.
And the thing had the audacity to look smug about it. Adam was beginning to think this wasn't a normal dragon. Or at least more intelligent than Adam gave it credit for. "Look...just....I need this. I don't get to do this a lot. You have no idea how strict Heaven is. If I...play with you...will you stop being so aggressive?"
The dragon got off him and Adam sighed in relief. Right. Play. What would they even do? "Ever hunt before?" The dragon snorted and Adam realized how dumb that sounded. He just asked a predator if it ever hunted prey before. Adam would've snorted too.
"Fine. Help me hunt or whatever. We aren't killing them though. We catch and release." Adam instructed, wondering why he was bothering to explain this to an animal. As smart as this animal probably was, would it understand the meaning of hunting without killing? Even Adam, who wasn't an animal, found it hard to control his instincts like that in the throws of hunting.
For the next two hours, Adam and Lucifer hunted prey and let them go after successfully catching them. Lucifer seemed to be having fun, and he was no longer tackling him, so that was good.
But Adam was getting tired and the big-toothed yawn he produced wasn't subtle at all. He settled down on the surprisingly soft grass and grunted when he felt that wonderful all-encompassing warmth envelope him.
"Get off you dumb dragon," Adam hissed, his voice carrying a hint of annoyance but lacking any real heat. The adrenaline from hunting with the dragon coursed through his veins, leaving him simultaneously exhilarated and exhausted. All he really wanted at that moment was to lie down and take a nap.
Soon, he was asleep again. The red and white dragon simply smirked. "Look how cute you are." He whispered, gently licking the golden ear before sucking on it. Adam grumbled and Lucifer let go.
"Hmmm...perhaps next time."
Some fem!Adam (Adele) ft!Karla panin- I mean, fem!Luci draws I did a while ago and only know I feel brave enough to post them 🫣
Be nice with me please 🥹 my cellphone's camera isn't the best and it's been a looooooooooooooong time since the last time I did traditional art
Adam inspired me 💙💛
(the last two draws were my first attempts at drawing her, I liked the result and I think I did a decent job with the skin, but I'll keep trying until reaching a result I'm more satisfied with ✨)
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I don't think imma do much with it but mama mia au with Adam as Donna with Lucifer, Micheal and Gabe as the 3 ex lovers. I was thinking maybe Cain be Sophie?? Lilith and Eve could be Tanya and Rosie. How does the baby happen? Idk and idgaf
I’m not assigning exact roles to the brothers cuz I wanna leave an air of mystery of who is who. This would realistically be a human au but I think just a slightly different version of the hellaverse could work to
Also I didn’t feel like humanizing the brothers so yeah 👍 🧍
Also have some Adam and his kids. In a human au he’s the manager of the hotel Eden on the island Puragtory??? (Bro idk) Once the lead guitarist of the band, (to be determined title), he gave up stardom to raise Cain. He eventually would have 2 other children, Abel and Seth who were surrogate but Adam isn’t sure who Cain dad is lol.
It gets better because he didn’t know that Mike, Luci and Gabe were triplets so when they reunite for Cains wedding and see each other for the first time they’re all confused. Also I think it makes it harder to determine the father now. Considering that theyre siblings a dna test wouldn’t be very accurate and any of Cains traits just boil down to the Morningstar genetics.
But the one who stands firm to the end will be saved
[Spooky month is here! So, as promised, here's a oneshot. There will be more in the following weeks.
This one is adamsapple if you squint
Some CWs: depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, suicidal ideation.
I think that should cover it, but please let me know if I missed anything! I'm not good at this!
Also, I'm not sure if this counts as horror, but it sure isn't a happy story, so that's something at least. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!]
Adam forced his eye open, and was greeted by the recently familiar wine red ceiling and walls, with ornate wooden carvings in the corners. The fatigue that had been gradually building up in his muscles begged him to stay still, but the pain that littered his body kept him from getting any rest. Regardless, he had no time to relax.
With as much effort he could muster, Adam pushed the velvety blanket off of him and sat up, carefully placing his bare feet onto the cold wooden floor. He took a deep breath and pushed himself off the plush bed, nearly crashing face first towards the floor as his legs cried out in pain and exhaustion. A drop. Then another, and another, and another. Red slowly dripped from his left leg, his wound from two (or was it three, maybe four?) nights ago reopening, the sting of the cold air only emphasising the warm throbbing. Adam shifted his weight onto his other leg as he braced himself onto the wall. It was possible. He could still walk, much slower than he would prefer but he could manage, no, he had to manage.
With little bloody droplets trailing behind him, Adam limped towards the bedroom door, a floorboard creaking every so often. He reached out for the golden knob. It felt frozen in his pallid hand, though it barely affected him anymore at this point. Was he really going to try again? How many times has it already been? His once iron resolve had slowly been gathering rust, the red coating turning his resolve brittle and ready to snap and break.
The dull persistent pain on the right side of his back pulled him away from succumbing. There was no way he could accept this. Especially not after everything that had happened. He just couldn’t. He needed to get out. He turned the knob, it was unlocked as always, and slowly, the door creaked open revealing an expansive darkness awaiting for him as if welcoming him back in its grisly embrace. Adam gulped, swallowing down the rising fear that threatened to spill out of every orifice in his body. No matter how many times he had already faced this darkness, his body still trembled at the mere presence of it. Now more than ever, he missed the warm glow of his halo. But that was…some time ago. He would have to traverse this stifling gloom by his lonesome.
His feet hurt. From what he couldn’t tell anymore. Was it from the freezing wooden floor that seemed unwilling to let go of his skin every time he lifted a foot so he could walk, or from the blue and purple blooms that spread from his feet up to his thighs? Did it matter? All he knew was that his feet hurt, and it was slowing him down even more. Adam gasped for air, bracing himself against the wall. He could feel himself getting faint, and yet he had only seen darkness thus far. He was about to slide down the wall and sit on the floor to rest when dull, heavy footsteps echoed in the endless hallway. Did it come from his left? Or was it from in front of him? In any case, the steps were getting louder and louder, closer and closer. Then it abruptly stopped. Adam remained still from where he stood, his eye wide trying to see in the darkness. He waited and waited, not daring to move at all lest he made a sound and catch the creature’s attention. Silence. Then an unnatural growl in the shadows let Adam know that it was coming for him.
Without so much as a thought, Adam hurriedly stumbled back, hands desperately searching the walls for a door despite knowing there weren’t any when he first passed through the hall. Somehow, his searching hands landed on something round, cold and metallic. A doorknob! He twisted it and pushed the door open before slamming it shut and clicking the lock in place. Where was he now? He turned around to examine the room he was in and was greeted by familiar red wine walls and ceiling, wooden carvings in the corners of the room, a soft looking bed with its thick velvety blanket roughly pushed to the side, and little droplets of blood by the bedside leading to where he stood.
Adam felt his heart sink even further. He looked towards the barred window. The hellish sky was still a bright shade of red. That meant he still had time before he came back home. And so, despite his entire body protesting any sort of movement, Adam pulled himself up. Again. For the umpteenth time.
Adam was back staggering in the hallway devoid of any light. He moved a little slower this time, mainly due to the agony every fibre in his muscle felt, but also to carefully feel the stretching walls of the hall for any doors that might have just recently formed. It was a hopeless task; he knew how this place worked, but what else could he do? He either play his sick game or be swallowed whole. Neither sounded appealing to him, but he’d also rather die trying than accept his offer.
The hall stretched on longer and longer before his hand touched on another round metallic object. Another door knob. Adam slowly turned the handle, careful not to make any sound, and pushed the door slightly open. A faint orange glow peeked through the small opening he made, and not hearing any other noise in the room, Adam decided to push the door wider. It was a small room with a corner bookshelf filled with a variety of books and decorations, a small window beside the bookshelf (it was also barred), and a wooden desk covered with scattered pages on the other side of the bookshelf. A single lit candle lamp sat atop one of the shelves. But what caught Adam’s eye was the silver glint sticking out of the rotten wooden desk, calling to him like a siren song. He stepped into the room, his nose scrunching up as the musty air invaded his lungs and settled there. The floorboards groaned and moaned under his weight as he continued further towards the glint on the desk. He wrapped his fingers, pasty and scabbed, around the handle, and with what little strength he still had pulled until it was no longer stuck onto the desk. It was a silver dagger. A tiny ornate thing with intricate swirls and curves along the cross-guard and the hilt; not big enough to be particularly dangerous, but enough to be able to defend yourself, if you knew how to use it.
Adam twisted and turned the dagger in his hands, feeling its shape and weight in his palm and between his fingers. The dagger itself was polished and sharp enough to easily slice and pierce through flesh, a stark contrast to the creaky room full of decay and forgotten bits that it was found in. Still, it wouldn’t be enough to even scratch him, but if he himself had enough… No. Adam shook his head to get the thought out of his head. This place was getting to him. He was getting to him.
He let out a shaky sigh. He stood there alone in the room like the old, decrepit thing that he was. His once perfect body, strong and sturdy, skin in a tanned glow, was now pathetically trembling as his sickly, bony flesh struggled to even keep itself together. His heavenly gold and white robe now mere tattered rags that barely covered his body. And his wings… oh his wings. He missed how his large golden wings carried him through the skies, how the soft feathers used to feel wrapped around him whenever he needed comfort. Adam looked down behind his left side where red stained, dull feathers dragged heavily across the floor. It barely even had feathers anymore. It was closer to patches of matted feathers on pale skin. He wouldn’t even look on his right side. The pain lingered still, always and forever fresh in his mind.
It was horrible. This was horrible. He was horrible. And he hated this, and that, and everything. He especially hated him. But he also hated himself for not being able to fight back, for allowing this to happen to himself.
Oh, back at it again? It’s like you’re asking for more.
His voice, his slithery mocking laugh resonated within Adam’s mind, a poisonous sting that slowly killed him from the inside. Spreading rot and decay throughout the entirety of his shell starting from the mind. Everytime Adam tried, his words echoed everywhere around him. Mocking his useless attempts and his miserable display.
Adam could feel his knees buckle from the weight that plagued his mind, and he held onto the rotten desk for dear life. He could feel the floor slipping away from him, the world spinning round and round. And in the corner of his vision were a pair of wicked eyes, eerie yellow surrounded by fiery reds, piercing through his flesh and burning him from the inside. All while peeling him open, exposing his every vulnerability to this hellish world. Those eyes turned every skin, every muscle, every bone one by one, reading each part of him as if they were little curios for display.
Amused laughter echoed in the room, whispers getting louder and louder, and then a thin shaded figure emerged from the flickering shadows and stood by the rickety bookshelf. Its long clawed hands inched towards the candle, pinching the flame’s light out of existence. And then a rotten floorboard was in front of Adam. He blinked slowly, confused on how he got there. There was a new fresh pain in his left hand, and he brought them in front of him, there were splinters stuck on his left hand from where he grasped too hard on the desk, breaking some pieces off as he collapsed in on himself. He looked up. There were no eyes burning through his flesh. No moving floors or spinning walls. It was just him, sat on the creaky floor, looking like a lost sheep away from his shepherd. He needed to get out of here.
One by one, he pulled the splinters out of the skin of his now spotted red hand, and with shaky legs, pulled himself up to his feet once more. A minor setback. Everyone had those. He looked at the barred window, the sky was still a lighter shade of red. Good. He could still try. Adam hobbled his way back to the room’s door and back to the never ending hallway, the dagger gripped tight on his other hand. More opportunities awaited.
He was back wandering the endless darkness again. The familiarity was almost a comfort to him, if only he didn’t know the other residents that also lurked in these halls. He shut another door again, not even bothering to go inside. Almost every other room he found in these corridors was the room he always found himself waking up in everyday. Others were led to that mouldy study he got the dagger from, and some simply opened to a wall. He continued forward onto the darkness, hands back to wandering along the walls. Then in front of him were two dull orange slits shining faintly on the floor. Had he somehow reached the end of the hallway? That hadn’t happened before. Quietly, he walked towards the light, his eye squinting to look for the door knob and ears straining for any sound that might come from behind the door.
Deep heavy rumbling. That was what he heard. Which quickly turned to a low growl, and the orange light that he thought was light peeking through a door, slowly rose in the darkness and opened wide. Its stare was deathly, angered by the disturbance of its rest. Hefty footsteps thudded across the floor followed by the click clacking of sharp, curving claws. It bared its fangs, sharp teeth glimmering in the darkness, and Adam didn’t need any more signs before quickly turning to the other direction. Unfortunately, he wasn’t quick enough as a sharp claw pierced through the heavy wing that dragged heavily behind him. Adam let out a cry of pain as glowing golden blood spilt from the torn flesh between the matted feathers and onto the cold wooden floor. He pulled and pulled, muscle and flesh torn further apart as bones creaked from the tension and more blood pooled between him and the monster. His golden blood illuminated the corridor, and what towered in front of him was a fleshy, hairless creature with round orange eyes. Its mouth was decorated by yellowed pointed teeth that formed in circles from the outermost part of the mouth to deep in its throat. Its mouth hung wide open dragging across the floor, jagged teeth scraping the floorboards. One of its many bony hands that protruded from its back pierced his wing, its claws stuck deep amongst flesh and matted feathers. It let out a low, deafening bellow, its mouth somehow stretching even wider showing its countless teeth as its many fleshy hands clawed through the floorboards and the walls, slowly dragging its sagging, heavy body across the corridor closer towards Adam.
Fear and panic surged throughout Adam’s entire being. No matter how hard he pulled, his wing remained stuck and attached to that monster’s claws. This couldn’t be it. He couldn’t die this way. After everything he had gone through, just to become some demon’s next meal. Attached… wait. More skeletal hands reached out closer to him, desperately grasping at him, pulling at his torn robes. Afraid of those hands coming any more closer to him, Adam did something he never thought he never would’ve considered ever doing. He squeezed his eye shut, and with a loud cry, swiftly swung the silver dagger behind him, tearing at the base of his remaining wing. But it wasn’t enough. The wing still remained attached to him, binding him to the monster’s claws. So he swung again and again and again, stabbing at the bone until the entire structure fell apart, his wing slumping onto the floor with a thud, and he was freed from the monster’s grasp. Then he ran.
Despite the burning pain that was steadily blossoming in his back, Adam managed to bring himself to run far away from the monster. He gasped and heaved as he fell onto his knees, a trail of gold behind him. His cheeks tear stained from the pain and loss of his other wing. Why? Why do I even bother? Another part of him was lost in this place. Slowly, but surely, he was being stripped of his very being.
More tears fell down his cheeks and onto the wooden floor. He wasn’t sure if he could keep going. Everyday and every night, he prayed and begged for God to come save him, to take him away from this place, to end this horrible nightmare. His blood had remained golden still, and yet no one had come to get him. Had they abandoned him? Was this where he belonged now? Thrown away and abandoned like trash.
He sobbed and wailed, unable to contain the despair inside of him anymore. His broken heart poured out every sorrow and misery he had suffered, spilling out into the darkness. Oh Father, why have you forsaken me?
A door creaked open, and light pushed the darkness that engulfed Adam. Heels clacked along the wooden floor, inching closer towards the sobbing man. There was a thud in front of him, and cool hands cupped his face, forcing him to look up. In front of him was a delicate pale-white face with rosy red cheeks, neat blonde hair that looked softer than clouds, and yellow-red eyes that looked at him so fondly. A sweet angelic face in this hellish landscape. It was the devil himself.
“Oh darling, what happened to you?” Lucifer gently rubbed his tears away with his thumbs. “Did you hurt yourself again?”
Adam simply shook and cried some more. He couldn’t do this anymore. “Don’t. Don’t give me that look. Just leave me alone, please…,” he begged feebly, his voice hoarse from the crying.
“There there,” Lucifer rubbed Adam’s back in a loving and soothing manner. “I’m here now, everything will be alright.” He placed his fingers under Adam’s chin and pulled him in for a tender kiss; his forked tongue licking in between the other’s lips asking for entrance, though the only response he got were more trembling and quiet sobs. Hm, maybe next time.
Lucifer placed Adam’s arm over his shoulder and pulled him up. “Now, how about some pancakes? You can have whatever topping you want!,” he chirped as he led Adam towards the dining area, but not before noting the reddening blood trail behind them.
It was progress.
Here’s some Adam and lucifer as cats + additional Guitarduck content bc TUMBLR IS THE ONLY PLACE WITH GUITARDUCK ART WHAT THE FLIP!!!!
I love them so much :3
Hey gang bc people liked my art last time here’s more
Squeezing you vigorously /pos
Wowowoowowow that’s a lot of people liking my silly art, here’s a bit more + Vox (+ a little redesign someone did) and my demon sona Stanley
I’m a simple man with simple thoughts (and I hate Valentino with so much passion and love Vox with so much passion that I cannot physically bring myself to ship them (sorry canon but I do not care))
"Why does Adam have boobs? WE don't remember him have titties. Bazongas. Tits.."
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"WE can't think of any other niclnames."
I'm SO proud of this Lucifer! Just a precious, funny, little guy!✨Oh, and Fallen!Adam is there too, I guess
Collaboration with my bro @anthony33ql !!!❤️❤️
¡Doodles of Luci x Beta!Adam! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
...I want that too.
more of whatever this is
"when you said i "taste like sleep" i was dead when will you step in the room out of your head? you said that i was bad that was fine but when you said i could be good i wouldnt have it"
by any measure, through any door
The cage was thickly barred and wound with silver chains. Paper blessings fluttered in the brief breeze of the door being opened, and Lucifer stepped softly over the threshold of the squalid dungeon’s single door. They really had put in the work for this cell, he had to hand it to them. Every wall reinforced twice over. Wolfsbane hung from the ceiling and even the doorknobs were forged in pure silver.
As he stepped forward, the guard took in a harsh breath, grabbing him by the arm. It made perfect sense for him to be wary enough to forget himself, no one wanted a visiting dignitary ravaged to death by the monster inside that cage. Lucifer simply brushed the man’s hand aside and slowly removed his gloves.
In the gloom, the creature inside let out a soft whining sound, and blazing golden eyes turned towards them. The shadows didn’t do much to illuminate him, but Lucifer saw enough to know what he was looking at. A huge, rangy shape with long, thick black fur. Vicious teeth glinted in the dim candlelight, brightly shining shackles gleamed from two huge forepaws.
He lifted the lantern from a nearby table and sucked in his breath, feeling fury spark in his blood at the state of the werewolf in front of him. Fine silver chains were hung along his body, half-buried in fur, and dried blood coated them. Deep score marks were gouged along the walls, bits of claw scattered on the floor.
The werewolf’s furious, golden eyes were the only human part left of the man, and they stared at Lucifer a long while with unsettling intensity. He couldn’t tell if there was any recognition in that barely sane state.
Lucifer took a cautious step forward and the werewolf bristled all over, struggling against the chains with a low, savage growl. The silver cut into his flesh, causing him to bleed anew, and the creature whimpered and yelped as his skin practically sizzled at the contact.
If the guard had seemed anxious when he approached the cage, he practically hyperventilated in panic when Lucifer approached the cage. “Sire, I can’t let you—“
“Let me?” Lucifer asked coldly, turning his gaze on the man for a bare moment. The guard shuddered upon seeing the magic blazing in his eyes, flame red. Even this far from his kingdom, the black magic rumors still clung to him, but now he was more than happy to play into it if it bought him enough time.
Once the guard left, Lucifer turned his attention back to the cage, dimming the fire in his eyes. The wolf whined again, piteously, nosing at the bars of the door. Sickeningly, the air smelled of burnt fur and the thick iron stench of blood.
This still might not work, after all. The key to undoing the curse meant as much trust as love, and Lucifer had run roughshod over that. Still, he stretched out a careful hand.
At first, the wolf growled deep and low in his throat, baring fangs that looked knife sharp. Lucifer made soothing noises, hushing him, and the werewolf made a pitiful sound close to a human sob.
His fingers met warm fur, a soft muzzle, and Lucifer tried to keep his hand from trembling. All the arcane power in the world, or the black magic for that matter, would not keep him from the curse of the wolf’s bite. Under his fingertips, the wolf trembled as well.
“Adam. That’s right, it’s me,” he whispered. “I know you. Adam. I’m sorry it took so long to find you.” His throat closed over the apology, and Lucifer gulped back tears. With both hands, he clasped Adam’s muzzle and stroked the fur there. His voice broke and he cried helplessly. “Adam. Adam. Adam! Please, I’m calling you by your true name.”
Adam shook like a sapling in a strong wind, like his muscles were spasming. The fur under his fingers crawled but didn’t quite recede. A low, confused wail issued from Adam’s throat, and Lucifer tried to press against the bars as much as he could, wrapping his arms around the wolf’s shaggy neck.
“Don’t leave me,” he pleaded into his ruff, the fur prickling against his cheek.
It felt like an eternity of clinging to him, speaking his name like a breathless, sobbed prayer. Hoping that enough of their old love still lingered for the enchantment to break under its weight. Lucifer almost sobbed when he felt Adam shrinking in his arms, heard the chains slipping away from a frame too small to hold them. When Adam finally wrapped his arms around him as well, Lucifer finally released the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.
Notes: For the Full Moon prompt! Based off of this: https://www.tumblr.com/annabellioncourt/72995324233/theres-a-lovely-old-english-myth-that-if-someone?source=share
UM ORHNANGNANG OW????
Why. Just fucking WHY