the archdemons

[LUCIFER]

cause i be leanin' on the bar
lookin' cleaner than a star
but these broads won't give me my props

through the rooms he walked, eyes focused on one thing: breakfast. the morning was just breaking, but lucifer was indeed the morning star. he rose early to do the things that needed to be done through the day, and now he sat within a chair at a rather large table; food having already been prepared and still hot. dressed prim and properly, he dug into his food whilst reading the newspaper of their glorious nation, as well as news on the holy kingdom of eden. but he was waiting for the others to awake and arrive to breakfast. they were... somewhat like his family, anyways. if they didn't arrive in a half an hour, he would go wake them personally.

except for satan, his ragefits was irritating to put up with.

as fate would have it they didn't arrive in a timely manner, and thus lucifer set off through the large halls, his shiny black shoes clamoring lightly against the black marble floors, and through the rooms he went awaking his fellows. lastly, he was at the door of the most difficult demon to awaken...

"belphegor?" he would knock lightly, peeking his head into the room. privacy was not an issue when you had to act the oldest of the group.

(open for archdemons only.)

[BELPHEGOR]

In his pitch black room, Belphegor lay sprawled out on the floor in a mess and tumble of blankets that were haphazardly dragged from his bed as he rolled off of it sometime during the night. He didn't seem to mind the hard floor against his back, as could be seen by the peaceful smile he wore whilst hugging tightly a large pillow to his chest.

If it weren't for for other always barging in to wake him, the demon of Sloth could easily sleep a whole day away. Just his luck that the lock on his door didn't work (he still suspected it was vandalized). From his sleeping state, he could still hear the sound of a door opening and see a new brightness leak into the room. His eyes simply shut tighter and he grabbed for his blankets to pull them up over his head. The voice was faint but easy enough to distinguish. It always was "the morning star" to wake him up at the butt-crack of dawn.

"Wha' time's it?" he mumbled from under his thick cocoon of sheets, rubbing at his eyes both to rid them of sleep and the stinging sensation of being so quickly exposed to daylight.

[LUCIFER]

cause i be leanin' on the bar
lookin' cleaner than a star
but these broads won't give me my props

ah, it seemed he got a response. his lips spread in a shining smile of success, ego bolstering as he too pride in his responsibility. even if it was a responsibility he merely created for himself. he opened the door wider and walked in a bit; or at least until he loomed over the noon daystar, hands clenching the sheets and unveiling him. hopefully he wasn't naked this time - so indecent! ... and he was kinda small down there. atleast while flaccid. one time he had pulled the sheets off and bel had morning wood.

lucifer ran out the room.

tossing the sheets on the bed and keeping only eye contact, hands placed on his hips as he vibrantly smiled. "it's eight am! i let you sleep two hours early, aren't you happy? i feel gracious today, so i even had the servants make your favorite breakfast and hide it from Beelzebub." he stated with much confidence and an air of victory. hiding food from Beelz was pretty damn hard, he had the nose of a damned pig.

[BELPHEGOR]

Belphegor groaned as the sudden warmth encompassing his body was torn away, and he curled up tighter while reaching out blindly for his blanket. Oh he was most definitely au natural this morning, as he was every morning. Who bothered to put on clothes just to sleep in them? A waste of energy if you ask him. Ashamed? Not at all. In fact, he found it amusing how Lucifer ran from the room upon seeing the other in all his glory *cough*.

Giving up his fight all too easily, Bel simply yawned and slowly sat up with his pillow in his lap. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with fisted hands, only halfway listening to what Lucifer babbled on about. Really, how could he be so chipper and lively at eight in the fucking morning? He smiled crookedly in his still half-asleep state, nodding at whatever "Luci" had to say, and when the prideful demon was done, Belphegor crawled over to a laundry basket and grabbed the first pair of pants and shirt he could reach. They were wrinkled beyond help and had a faint smell of... uncleanliness, but at least it would keep him a little more warm and keep Lucifer's eyes from staring into his own like he was trying to see into Bel's soul. Seriously, man, that's just creepy.

And when he stood, stretching himself out with arms raised above his head, he scratched at his messy hair and wandered like a zombie through the halls and toward the kitchen. Stupid "family" breakfasts ruining his good sleep.

[ASMODEUS]

IT'S POETRY CARVED IN FLESH ,
this pretty hell of ours !

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Kissed with the devil's mark across his hot jackal hide, he was Lust.

♟ Desires flooded his mind, the scent of a women from the prior night still masking the air of his room. The clam, sweet serenity of morning beamed in through the rays of sun. Magnetic multi-colored eyes analyzed the ceiling above, arms crossed behind his head perched atop two pillows, and his unkempt mane spread everywhere. Casually he flicked layers of his silken hair out of his gaze; someone had knocked. Must have been that cynical bastard Lucifer waking everyone up early - doing them a favor right? So they could have breakfast as usual. Older brothers. Sickly he grinned, got out of bed and though he'd be fully comfortable to wander out in nothing more than his boxers he slipped on a plain white t-shirt with a split button up collar.

♟ He wedged the door open enough so that he was able to look out into the hallway, meanwhile his fingers skillfully buttoned up his shirt as if this had been done time and time before, and clearly he had while caught off guard while in the moment. What a naughty lad, and inside he laughed while doing up the last few. "Aha! Look it'd be sleeping beauty, welcome into the world Bel." Asmodeus grinned genuinely a tone of tease lubricating his voice. The brush of his footsteps reverberating through the halls as he traveled towards the kitchen door.

♟ Upon entering the kitchen his gaze fled to the table, which was dressed in a fine table cloth, and back over his shoulder to Lucifer who was near his side. "Tell me, Lucifer, would it really kill ya to miss one 'family' breakfast?" He purred, pressing a finger to his lips, "I will admit though, the set up is quite lovely." Taking it upon himself as the exceptional gentlemen he was, he pulled out a chair and seated himself.

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MUSE: 70%
WORDS: 321 ( fail post count )
COMMENTS: Noooooone.

[LUCIFER]

cause i be leanin' on the bar
lookin' cleaner than a star
but these broads won't give me my props

another room that lucifer didn't ever bother going into beyond knocking at the door (more like banging on it violently) was asmodeus's room. you see, he could never be sure that the prince was clothed, or that he wasn't actually still having some sort of kinky sex with some lost guy or girl that went from the middle of the night to the break of dawn. to save his eyes from seeing all that again, he merely stayed a sizable distance and made sure there was no hoes in the room by pressing his ear against the door after knocking.

regardless, the stupid sloth had gotten up in all his glory - lucifer's right hand lifting to shade his eyes as he looked to the left, staring at the ground. a faint blush covered his cheeks, lips pursed together as he blocked out all sexual ideas that might come into his mind. he was a cardinal sin after all, they all embodied each others personality in some shape or form... merely having one of the sins being the strongest of them all within them. despite being pride, living under the same roof as lust could cause them to act a little unnatural...

Once the boy was clothed, lucifer shifted his head up andgavea brief smile to him, turning and heading down the halls. soon they would make it to the dining area once more, servants bringing forth the food of the two archdemons who had arrived. seeing as to how lucifer had already eaten, he merely sat within his chair and observed. "now now, if i let that happen bel would sleep all day away, and you would never come out your room unless to find new condoms."

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[BELPHEGOR]

Belphegor only nodded at the mention of his name before slumping into the seat across from Asmodeus. He took one look at the breakfast set before him -- waffles with bacon, maple syrup, and avocados piled on top -- and pushed it aside so as to make room for his elbows. With his head resting in the palm of one hand, Bel made a grab for his mug of freshly brewed coffee and took a long swig in an attempt to quickly wake up. After all, how could one expect him to eat his favorite breakfast dish when he wasn't conscious enough to fully enjoy it?

He half-heartedly listened in on the exchange between the others, mumbling something along the lines of "I don't mind them, but they shouldn't be so early" into the ceramic mug. After quickly downing his morning pick-me-up (insides thoroughly scalded), Bel set the mug back down on the table and stared down at his plate of food in hunger while he waited for the caffeine to kick in. It was still too early, and he was much too tired to eat without feeling sick. Until then, he could only lift his fork and poke at the avocado slices while internally whining about his growling stomach. Of course he didn't have the heart to tell Lucifer he couldn't possibly eat this early. Not that Belphegor cared about the other's feelings or anything, but far be it from him to knock the demon of pride from his high horse. "Ahm, yeah. This looks... really... good." Said lamely as Bel continued to play with his food rather than actually eat.

[LEVIATHAN]

The rooms have a hint of asbestos
and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde !

Morning... Time to wake up and eat breakfast probably the same old boring routine that happened every day. He really wished something fun would happen, something out of the ordinary. Instead, Satan would continue to get annoyed and have fits, Asmodeus would come out half naked, etcetera. Each day was just the same, moving along so slowly, repetitively, all in its droll experiences. But, at the moment, life was moving on with out him. Time to get up and having breakfast... As usual.

Hot breath passed between the slightly gaped lips as he padded slowly through the long hallway. Opening the door into the kitchen he saw Belphegor, Lucifer, and Asmodeus. He let out a good morning and sat down with a loud yawn, staring at the plate of food in front of him. Swiping a mouthful of dampening waffles into his mouth he stared blankly and chewed, staring off and thinking of nothing in particular. Landing his vision on Asmodeus, he ended up staring at his eyes. They were gorgeous. Each a completely different color. They were alluring, and really part of the reason women flocked to him. It wasn't the point that he was lust. If only he could have those eyes, he would be able to get a girlfriend, or one night stand. Whatever worked! Just not to be such a loser around women.

[ASMODEUS]

IT'S POETRY CARVED IN FLESH ,
this pretty hell of ours !

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♟ Sin after sin rolled in. The entirety of the family was eventually going to end up being together. Asmodeus watched as his brotherly hell hounds dove into their food. Where was their manners? Not waiting to eat till the whole family was together. A repulsive look dressed him, and a declaration of disapproval followed. He wouldn't dwell on the matter though, for it was a known fact their was only room for one traditional gentlemen with chivalry in their household. Still, he'd have to teach them all manners one day. When the time arose, of course. Which was likely to never happen due to the fact every minute he lived and breathed was spent, you know, knocking someone up. Orgasms were addicting. Huffing he grabbed a napkin sitting on the table and let out a territorial growl as he spread the fabricated material across his lap.

♟ Pride, the Northern Prince of Evil, why did he always have to be so arrogant? His serpent tongue always filled with emergent retorts. All was well though for Asmodeus had an untouchable ego. "Least I use condoms, Lucifer. You'd make a horrible uncle anyway." Charming no? He flashed an appreciative provoking smile. "Don't let that tarnish your pride too much." When he looked up the host of Envy, a being not much older then him sat directly at his side. Now he wasn't much of an observer, for typically he was too vain and oblivious to realize what others were doing around him, but Leviathan was too close for comfort and thus he noticed. It came with good looks and a tongue to match this magnetism. Handsome is as handsome does so that damned Shakespeare said.

♟ Asmodeus lately had found himself being stared down by Levianthan, and frankly it was ticking him off. His gaze meet with the others and a hint of wrath sparkled in them, yellow and red mixing into a scenery of fire. "Do you mind? Your staring is making me uneasy." Coyly he shifted his chair over, scooting it along the smooth floor a few inches to left closer to Bel. Quickly he flashed another hexing glance at him, then flicked his wrist as if shooing away some nuisance such as a fly which usually was found buzzing around Gluttony. Using the other hand he pressed it against his cheek, his elbow on the table. Just don't look at him, just don't look at him...Asmodeus kept repeating in his mind. All would be well then.

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MUSE: 85%
WORDS: 416 ( still fail )
COMMENTS: Don't make him lose his temper, plox...B|