Okay, so I'm in the doldrums.
And I was brain brewing:
What if we made a satan RP?
o.o
And yes, this is preferably rated R- XD-
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(Your character's name) decides to end up getting angry, and becomes a serial killer. He ends up dying eventually and council gathering Lucifer.
Lucifer is a lot shorter than (Your character's name) expected. He seems to be 5'4, and he has two small little horns and a set of ruby wonderous red peepers. He's wearing a cropped shirt, with a pair of torn-up short-shorts, and a pair of fishnets underneath.
He just stares up at the new being, smirking.
(Your character's name) looks down at him, before bursting out in laughter. "Oh my GOD! you're short as FUCK!" (Your character's name) falls backward.
Lucifer glared at him, before tackling him and sitting on his stomach, baring his fangs. "Well." He scoffed. "Call me short again, see what happens, dumbass." (Your character's name) snickers and looks away. "You're adorable." He muttered.
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Oh, and how lucifer looks like:
He has short fluffy black hair, and a set of red peepers, tanned skin, freckles, etc.
He also has sharp fangs.
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Template:
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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Pronouns:
Sexuality:
Personality:
Appearance:
The reason why you went to heck:
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Have fun!
XD IM SO in the doldrums-
(oh i am hERe and rEaDy and would love to join)
(Shall I fill out the template :D?)
Name: Damien (Deem) Thompson
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: gAyYy
Personality: Super sarcastic, super flirtatious, super devious. The man is very tricky, and nothing he says can ever be taken too personal. It’s not that he can’t be sweet, but that he chooses not to, and probably belongs more or less in the “lust” circle of heck. Despite his sexuality, he teases everyone the same, and his attention is easily grabbed. He is very fidgety and can’t stay in one place too long, and is truly a prideful one.
Appearance: He stands at about 5’8” and is quite lanky. He has a crooked yet charming smile, a dimple on only one side of his face. His peepers are a deep brown and his hair is a rusted dirty blonde. His skin is much tanner and his hands are extremely worn. He has scars around his body but wears them proudly, one of the most prominent ones being a cut down the left side of his mouth. It spans from his bottom lip down to his chin. Deem’s body is more lithe, holding a leaner structure.
The reason why he went to heck: Well, I mean, just look at his personality. He’s not the best person, and probably hasn’t paid for music since the early 2000’s.
(so, do you just wanna go straight in or-?)
(Sure. Do you have a starting point in mind?)
(Mm, Kinda- Like, Lucifer bumps into the other sir and gives a greeting- maybe might just flirt with him or smt-)
(Alright, works for me. They are going to be in heck, right?)
(Mhm! So, who wants to start this-?)
(I could, but it’s up to you)
(I- oh, can you-? I'm kinda struggling with HW- Lol-)
(Yeah, no problem! One sec)
Damien hadn’t been in heck for long. He had only died a few days ago— or what he assumed were days. It was difficult to tell in this realm, with the sky always being the rough shade of red with the reflecting sanguine floor.
He was walking on the sidewalk, made from piercing stone alongside the cobble-stone-clippity-clop. Everything seemed grimmer than it was in the living world, but Deem really didn’t mind. The people here were more his speed, and while he hadn’t gotten into any fistfights or made any… acquaintances, he was still having a better time here than anywhere else.
Lucifer hummed, walking around before seeing a newcomer and gasped. "Cerberus, are they new-?" He asked, as the triplets nodded. "I think so."
Lucifer walked to the newcomer, looking up at him. "howdy, partner." He said, a dark aura coming from him- He was kinda rude when it came to greetings.
Deem raised an eyebrow, stopping and crossing his grabby limbs. Although his posture wasn’t ever closed— he actually came off as confident yet challenging, even more so as he offered the other man a charming smile.
“Why howdy, partner, love,” he cooed, voice nearly a melodic hum as he flicked his peepers down to the man. “Can I help you?”
Lucifer paused- Why in the bloody heck was he being so noice-?
"Do you not know where you are?" He asked, cocking his head to the side, his hair following. "It seems like your either being stoopid, or you are." He muttered, looking at the taller male straight in his peepers.
Is he a dumbass-? He thought, smirking slightly.
Deem turned away, grin flickering across his lips. Although his body was facing elsewhere, he kept his peepers locked on the other man.
“I thought you would know,” he said, propping his head on a hand. “Kindness is one of the ways to deathsnuggle people. … Or so I’ve been told.”
With this, he fully turned away, beginning to walk again. Not after long he glanced over a shoulder to the man yet again.
“Now, is that all you had to say? Or will you continue to waste my time? Of course, not that I don’t—“ he flicked his peepers up and down the lengths of the other man— “enjoy being in your presence, but I have places to be.”
Lucifer scoffed. "I assume your idiotic human skull control as yet got to you." He muttered. "Your in heck, dipshit. You literally have nowhere to go." He grinned a bit, sighing softly. "And besides, I'm the king of heck- I'm in charge of this shithole." He muttered, pulling out a cigarette and smoking it.
“Oh, so you’re Lucifer?” Damien mumbled, cocking his head to the side. He couldn’t help but let out a diminutive laugh, peepers twinkling. “No offense, but I thought there’d be more horns and fangs and claws… Not that you’re not intimidating as you are, of course.”
Still more or less turned away, Deem stopped walking, brushing the hair from his peepers.
“And what are you even looking for from me? To grovel before you? Did I do something right? Something… right?”
Lucifer froze- Oddly offended. "They say the cutest ones have the darkest secrets- dick." He huffed, rolling his peepers and crossing his grabby limbs. "And because your new. I think I have to teach you a few… laws you must obey around here."
“Then you must have the darkest of secrets, if that’s the case,” Deem mumbled, although it was subtly under his breath. It wasn’t a lie, either. Lucifer was oddly cute, even if Damien just guessed he was a demon.
“But alright, what lessons?” he asked slowly, actually turning to face Lucifer now. He figured it was the most respectful he could be. “But, just so you know, I’m not going to be ‘at your bidding’ or whatever. Unless…”
He paused for a moment, council gathering Lucifer’s peepers before blinking and looking away, the faintest of smiles on his face.
“Regardless… what do you want?”
Lucifer hummed a soft tune, before his red peepers flicked toward the other, glowing faintly. "One, you gotta learn that I'm in charge, whether you like it or not, Two, you gotta follow my laws you must obey, and three, hah- You have to do the things I say." He smirked, folding his grabby limbs.
“Those… those all seem like the same thing,” Deem muttered, letting out a soft sigh. “No specifics? Is that.. it?”
His attention seemed elsewhere as he preened his nails, looking almost in the doldrums with the conversation. One of his groundhands tapped on the ground below, shoe letting out soft wraps on the stone.
He then yawned and stretched exaggeratedly, revolving his wrists in the air before letting them back down, crossing them over his chest again.
“I don’t need to, like… bow when you enter a human containment unit, let you use me for a footrest, things like that? That’s… reassuring.”
Lucifer paused- before laughing. "Thats ridiculous. You see, I'm a buisness man, not a tourturist. I send people to the levels of heck, or make them my new friends. Depends if they're like me or not." He hummed, before pointing at a large building. "See?- I work there."
