Where the line between Pain and Pleasure blurs
"In the end... we're all satisfied..."

Lucifer will take you up to the Heavens or the 9 Circles of Hell
It's your choice


Independent RP blog
Lucifer Gijinka
DEVIL MAY CRY


Can be R-18/R-18G


M!A Status: N/A


PLEASE BE WARNED

"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own"
— Robert A Heinlein
posted 1 year ago with 2 notes

~A Cookie For Your Thoughts~

of-demon-breed:

mujintsurugilucifer:

Lucifer had nothing else to say and the sudden realization of his communication cycle with the fire demon was akin to a hard slap to his face. It always starts of as a normal conversation and things always gets heated and he would throw a huge temper, it happens all the time without fail. Even when getting angry and irate at Nysrock was never in their agenda. The Devil Arm steeled himself in the other’s arm, upset and agitated. Nothing ever goes his way.

It never crossed Lucifer’s mind that Nysrock was a living being, with his own feelings and aspirations. To him, what’s important was the demon was his; his to play with, his to love, his to scold and his to do whatever he please. Which in most human standards were quite atrocious to think of, but not him. The concept of a spoilt devil child never occurred to him as no one else drilled in his head otherwise, hence his problem with most of everyone around him.

A part of him wanted to believe that the fire demon would return – though without bearing his mark. But a bigger part of him was more concern about his fellow Arm. “Why him?” the sudden question popped from his mouth.

Why Rudra?

Was the wind demon any better than him? Better than anyone else for that matter? If it was to another noble demon or a fairly stronger one, he would understand. But to take his own mark off and he was assuming that it would be replaced by the bluenette’s one? What was the logic behind it? So why?

Maybe Rudra can give Nysrock something he cant?

“So… Rudra is able to give you babies?”

He tightened his hold around the frail body in his arms, making sure he was keeping Lucifer against him, keeping him warm, keeping him safe. Trying to keep the pain at bay yet aware of hurting them both. As he rested his cheek against the weapon’s head, buried in the crook of his neck, he remembered how happy he had felt, for the first time in ages, when he had realized he belonged to the one he loved; he remembered that incredible, blissfull feeling when Lucifer had licked the freshly printed mark; he remembered that none of those things was rightfully his, and let out a deep sigh.

“Why him? I don’t know, Lucey. If I asked you why Beowulf, could you really explain? It’s… Just the way I feel…”

Well, that would certainly not help the Devil Child understand what was going on, but Nysrock himself was not quite sure he did. The only thing he knew for sure was that he was freeloading on someone else’s love while he had some of his own, given to him and returned. The mark he used to bear so proudly appeared to him in all of its vileness, its absurdity; looking at it felt like keeping a beautiful, precious stolen diamond. Its beauty would warm his heart up, but the guilt that came with every glance at it just made him sick.

If he had more or less expected the weapon’s first question, the second, however, completely caught him by surprise. He could not help but let out a chuckle, and place a tender kiss on top of the small devil’s head. For reasons unknown, Lucifer had always been concerned with Nysrock’s hypothetical wish for paternity and the fact that he, Lucifer, could not fulfil said wish.

Kids…

“Of course he can’t, Lucey,” he explained softly, halfway between whisper and purring. “Had I wanted babies, I would mate with a female, right? It has nothing to do with it… nor with you. You are perfect the way you are, and the fact that I began to love him does not mean that I stopped loving you. This will never happen. Never ever,” he promised, fully aware of the value of his word. During his long life, he had never broken an oath.

Never, ever.

I could.” The Devil Arm replied the demon. He could list a whole roll of scripture on why he was with Beowulf. But then again that would be post rationalizing their relationship. What started as a silly confrontation between them had grown into this unidentifiable monster of feelings, physical need, ownership and co-dependency between each other. They were two opposites that make a whole. Not the best combination in other people’s eye but it was adequate and perfect for both of them. “At the least, Beowulf completes me. He’s the stronger force that suppresses what I am because someone /really/ needs to pull me back down when I start throwing a major one. And I’m sure you know that first hand.” He huffed, remembering the times when he started giving into his fit and unlike the other Devil Arm that would stop him; Nissy just lets him shred him to pieces. And that was incredibly unhealthy.

When Rudra’s inability to give spawns to the fire demon was confirmed, Lucifer scrunched his face in much disapproval. “I don’t know what’s under those pants. I’ve been having trouble determining who’s a girl and who’s a boy for the longest time. So unless someone tells me or I’m able to see their crotch, I really wouldn’t know.” He grunted. Well, it was official. He just needs to discretely get rid of the wind scimitar.

Nysrock doesn’t need to know. There must be a way to get rid of Devil Arms. Perhaps later he should consult Mundus in it.

In all honesty, he wasn’t sure how had the wind demon danced into the picture. What more, he couldn’t understand how he had so easily waltz through Nysrock’s door and stole his heart. That was rather unfair. Nysrock was his. Like, all of him. And he really didn’t want that cheap ‘I love you like a friend’ nonsense. He wanted the demon’s full devotion, need, desperation, hurt, anger. All his. And knowing that he can’t return all of them was the juice that he was feeding on, an unseen but effective control on his part.

There was a sick pleasure that he derived from all this and thanks to the bluenette, there were no more for him to feed from. Great.  

Lucifer sat on the demon’s lap, having lost whatever ability to speak. There was no use at this point of time; Nysrock was totally blinded by his fellow weapon’s charm that nothing was able to fish him back out of it. It was hard for him to swallow, but sooner rather than later, he would need to accept the fact he had lost one of his most precious people.  

 “This suck major balls.” He huffed again and pressed himself deeper against the fire demon taking the larger hand and placed it low on his stomach in a display of childish tantrum. Before long, he looked up and let out a long sigh. There used to be a time when he had the sole privilege of being the special one in Nysrock’s eyes. Knowing the male demon’s deviant interest in his youngish physique, his love for torture and masochistic values – it was a spot he occupied and fulfilled. But that space was quickly being filled by Roxy and Rudra. And that left him with nothing. Where there was no solid anchor to his control, the game was not his.

When the game was not his, so does his confidence in his own existence.


Torture Ad

of-demon-breed:

mujintsurugilucifer:

of-demon-breed:

mujintsurugilucifer:

[12:00] RedDevil: Yeah. Uhm… don’t worry about Dadd— Mundus. It’s part of a bigger plan so that I can grow up strong and healthy.

[12:11]FireFly: Because torturing me will make you grow up strong and healthy? Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaay… And who’s gonna do it? You and Dadd— Mundus?

[12:20] RedDevil: Don’t question the logic. Ask him, I’m not too sure either. I only know it’ll be fun. I’m going to do it. He’ll… supervise. B]

[12:27]FireFly: For being fun, it’ll be fun… I trust you guys for that. And… Where will it take place?

[01:15]RedDevil: The shop’s basement. Oh yeah… not a word about this to Master alright? Or anyone else for that matter. :3


beowulfthelightbeast:

mujintsurugilucifer:

beowulfthelightbeast:

mujintsurugilucifer:

beowulfthelightbeast:

imagemujintsurugilucifer replied to your post: *wakes up sneezing and wet* “Wulf? Where are we?”

*starts scratching* “I think this place is dusty too…” :’(

“Eh, sorry babe… I kinda… pissed Dante off…”

“Hmm… Master so petty. Will he feed us?” *sits on and sneezes away from* 

“….Tch, fuck this, come on, Kitten,” he growled and scooped him up. “Gettin’ outta here…”

*gets scooped up and clings to neck* “Weird… maybe he was upset that I ate his pants? But they tasted like pizza.” *scratches back on neck*

“Who cares, he’s an ass. We’re going inside.” [/kicks the door repeatedly until it breaks]

B< “Yeah!” *clings tighter to in case he falls off* “Next time he uses me, Im going to give him rubber duckies instead of swords~” :3


forlornice:

mujintsurugilucifer:

forlornice:

mujintsurugilucifer started following you.|

Yellow eyes stared cautiously at the red-headed boy before him, slowly narrowing into a glare feeling the demonic force emanating from his body. A demon out in the open like this? That was not a good sign at all. Taking a step back away from the smaller entity, Yori kept his eyes locked on him for any sudden movements. “What is it?” He called out to him from his mind, the sound of his voice firm, yet apprehensive.

Wandering around the plains in the thick snow had the Devil Arm got distracted enough to not realise that he’d entered an unfamiliar place. Frosted flowers were so pretty and he couldn’t help but to follow and pick all of them, rare as they were – before he found a tall figure standing alone about 50 yards away. Yellow orbs seemed to stare at him and it perked Lucifer’s curiosity. “Hey—“ he started but his words halted when a voice boomed in his head. “How did you do that?”

He took a quick glance at the object in his hands. Nothing but the flowers kissed with a gentle frost upon their petals. Is that all this little demon was here for? Perhaps using them for some dark spell or poison for another. The ice spirit couldn’t be too careful around such beings and their unpredictable nature, even if they happened to be a little smaller than himself. “That doesn’t matter.” The voice replied. “Why’re you here?”

Lucifer turned his gaze back and forth between the stranger and the flower in his hand. “I was just wandering around and happened to stumble to this pretty place.” He held out the frosty pale flowers at the male before him. “I wonder if they taste good?” he pondered aloud, taking a flower and putting it into his mouth. “I didn’t know there was a demon in this part of the hills. My name’s Lucifer. What’s yours?” he tilted his head, only just noticing the great horns on the other’s head. Magnificent.

 

posted 1 year ago via forlornice with 3 notes

Lucifer, Lucifer, where for art thou Lucifer?

thefirearmsmaker:

mujintsurugilucifer:

thefirearmsmaker:

mujintsurugilucifer:

thefirearmsmaker:

-holds out huge bowl of chocolaty cake pops with pink frosting and sprinkles- Where is my little snuggle monster Luci?

*climbs in through tiny space on Amy’s shop’s window and lunges at* “WHAT IS THAT? I could smell it from two blocks away~!!” =w=

-is tackled- LUCI! Oh these? They’re cake pops~ Try one. -holds the bowl out to him- They’re really good.

:3 *snuggles on lap and takes one* “Hmmm… warm here.” *wiggles takes a bite* =w= “Yummy~ They’re cutting my cookie consumption back at the shop. Said I’m growing sideways.” B< “You don’t think so, do you?” *~*

You look like you always do. I think they might be mad because you eat all the cookies is all. -ruffles his hair and hands him the whole bowl- You’re just fine Luci =w=

"Hngg~~" *nuzzles into hand =w= and grabs the bowl before stuffing in more cake pops* "Well, I don’t eat their food. So they shouldn’t bother with mine~"


Al and Luci derping (the muns *cough*)
  • Lucifer: *cies* &lt;&lt; ew what typo is this
  • Lucifer: it's like the word cant make up its mind either to be cries or dies
  • Alastor: oh same im sure youll stop liking him soon mmhhhmmm :')
  • EITHER CRY OR DIE sounds like some badass motto
  • Lucifer: Lucifer spanks Al. dont think I no see that sarcasm
  • Lucifer: yeah. i like that. *scurries over to put on blog*
  • Alastor: is spanking a kink of yours too dfkldhgjdfklgjldfjgldfg
  • oh m yg od
posted 1 year ago

sanguevangelo replied to your post: #no Luci you’re too old to sleep in Mommy and…

((pffttt cookie apocalypse XD))

(( Yes, that would be detrimental to his survival :3 ))

xthedevilprincex replied to your post#no Luci you’re too old to sleep in Mommy and…

[Mommy Mundus…I like it. 83 Cookie apocalypse though? xDD]
((Mummy better not forget those cookie recipes… BI ))
posted 1 year ago with 2 notes


>_> “So… I’m called ‘the other’ now?”

posted 1 year ago with 1 note

demoninblue:

imagemujintsurugilucifer replied to your post: *nibbles on ear*

*sighs and slumps on* “Nothing fun ever happens anymore… I hate peace…”

“Later perhaps I will take you out demon hunting, if you quit trying to eat me.”

"Awesome~!" *beams* "But Vergil is tasty. I can’t taste anything else but I can taste you~" 

posted 1 year ago via demoninblue with 2 notes

"The Blue Butterfly~"

summoningswords:

mujintsurugilucifer:

Oops. The Devil Arm didn’t reply when the question about how Dante would look for them popped up from the half-demon’s mouth. He held Vergil’s hand in his, not letting go and shook his head. “I just like holding on to you. Feel safer that way.” It was true. To affirm Vergil’s presence by touching him was the only way he could assure himself that he was truly there. There were nights that he had nightmares of Vergil, alone in the Underworld tortured and lost; and it gave him cold sweats. He knew it was only a dream, something conjured in his sick little mind and not at all real, but it felt so.

Didn’t make it less scary to him.

He wanted to suggest asking Dante about it. Goofy as he was, sometimes there are things that he unexpectedly thought about that worked. Though obviously, Vergil’s cold shoulder towards the younger twin would definitely deter them from doing anything of that sort. Lucifer pouted and sighed inwardly, how was it possible to hate someone so much that just the mention of their name ticks you off?

He reluctantly let go of Vergil’s hand before being told to do so. The taller male gets irritated easily so, knowing him, it was best to pre-empt his intentions and act accordingly. The Devil Arm trotted over to the side and picked up some pencil and started doodling on the empty manuscripts while the hybrid went to do his reading. A while later, Vergil’s voice echoed in the library, jerking the small weapon out of his task. Lucifer hurried over to his Master at the other end of the room and climbed up his back, peering over his shoulder. “What is it?” :3

“How would Dante know you are here in my presence, Lucifer? He doesn’t, does he?” He had only just noticed that the Devil Arm hadn’t given an answer to him, and quite frankly it annoyed him. Lucifer was his weapon, and when he demanded answers from him, he would get them. He would know what the Devil Arm meant about Dante or otherwise…

“I’ll tell you once you’re off my back. You can’t read this anyway.” He waited until the Devil Arm complied and then went to sit in one of the few remaining chairs of the Library. Noticing Lucifer scribbled on some papers, he sighed. It seemed he really couldn’t take him anywhere.

Lucifer lingered slightly longer on his perch, a small whine and a squirm later to show his reluctance to leave Vergil’s back, he hopped off the half-demon and followed him to the chair before sitting on his lap when the other was settled down. He saw Vergil’s face turned slightly to the scattered books and papers on the other side of the table, and reached up to cup the elder’s face, turning them gently back to face him.

He smiled at Vergil, a tactic to divert the hybrid’s attention from the petty things he did. “I only gave them some moustaches and put cookies on their plate.” So, fine. Not all the papers he drew on were empty pages. But those pictures and diagrams weren’t that important right? He just wanted to make things more interesting for the next reader of the books. “So… what do we have?” he asked, making himself comfortable on Vergil’s lap.   

 


Lucifer, Lucifer, where for art thou Lucifer?

thefirearmsmaker:

mujintsurugilucifer:

thefirearmsmaker:

-holds out huge bowl of chocolaty cake pops with pink frosting and sprinkles- Where is my little snuggle monster Luci?

*climbs in through tiny space on Amy’s shop’s window and lunges at* “WHAT IS THAT? I could smell it from two blocks away~!!” =w=

-is tackled- LUCI! Oh these? They’re cake pops~ Try one. -holds the bowl out to him- They’re really good.

:3 *snuggles on lap and takes one* “Hmmm… warm here.” *wiggles takes a bite* =w= “Yummy~ They’re cutting my cookie consumption back at the shop. Said I’m growing sideways.” B< “You don’t think so, do you?” *~*


beowulfthelightbeast:

mujintsurugilucifer:

beowulfthelightbeast:

imagemujintsurugilucifer replied to your post: *wakes up sneezing and wet* “Wulf? Where are we?”

*starts scratching* “I think this place is dusty too…” :’(

“Eh, sorry babe… I kinda… pissed Dante off…”

“Hmm… Master so petty. Will he feed us?” *sits on and sneezes away from* 

“….Tch, fuck this, come on, Kitten,” he growled and scooped him up. “Gettin’ outta here…”

*gets scooped up and clings to neck* “Weird… maybe he was upset that I ate his pants? But they tasted like pizza.” *scratches back on neck*


mujintsurugilucifer has found you

shadowshifterwodahs:

mujintsurugilucifer:

shadowshifterwodahs:

mujintsurugilucifer:

Handing the bagel over to Wodahs he giggled. “Uee… I’ve only heard of these dinosareses~” and without a second thought, he tried to push Wodahs to the clearning behind the row of shops. “Let’s have you turn into that over there.” As they walked to the clearing Lucifer tried to remember one that he liked a lot. “Eh, you know the ones with that huge ass teeth, can you change into that?” He wasn’t sure if Sabre Tooth Tigers were dinosaurs, but he’d like to see one anyway.

Wodahs looked at the bagel, jumping up and down a bit in happiness. It took the treat happily, beginning to nibble on it as it followed the devil arm’s pushing it into a clearing. The creature ate the bagel in one bite and gulp, gently wiping crumbs off of its face as listened to Lucifer’s request. One with big teeth? There were a lot of dinosareses with big teeth…. but there was a giant cat like one with the biggest teeth. Maybe Lucifer meant that.

Wodahs nodded, setting its notepad and pencil down. It slowly melted down into a puddle of black goo, the puddle bubbling a bit. It slowly rose back up, changing into the form of a saber-toothed tiger; golden and white fur, large golden cat eyes, and especially large teeth. It looked up at the devil arm, letting out a small purr.

Lucifer let out a whistle of appreciation at the big badass looking cat. “Alright, that’s what I’m talking about.” He grinned and reached out to rub behind the purring creature’s ear. He hummed to himself while entertaining a thought. They could do some awesome pranks with this. You know, just riding around town on a HUGE ASS cat. Giving himself a pat on the back at the awesome idea, he walked around Wodah’s new form and pat his back. “Let’s go for a ride~”

The creature let out a purr of joy as it relaxed when Lucifer had scratched behind its ears. It nuzzled his hand a little, closing its eyes and relaxing more. It opened its golden eyes and watched as the devil arm walked to its back. The cat nodded and sat down to allow Lucifer to get onto its back.

With a light hop, Lucifer settled himself behind the large cat’s back. “Wow, everything looks better when you’re taller.” He casually commented, while his hands rubbed lovingly against the fur of Wodah’s back. He chuckled a little and leaned down to wrap his arms around Wodah’s neck. “At least you don’t leak black goo like this.” He then nuzzled the transformed creature. “Come on, let’s go to town.” The weapon pointed down the road towards the ice cream stand.