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and cue Obey Me plot bunnies
and cue Obey Me plot bunnies
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reminders (Obey Me!)
-take story related photos of Lise/Lucifer, Zillah/Asmodeus, Zillah/Diavolo, Zillah/Asmodeus/Diavolo, Esther/Beelzebub, Ariel/Lucifer
-flesh out fic scenes that I bounced off a friend (one of which will be pain since I've never written a decent fight scene and I need to figure out how it would go between two high-ranking demons.. Hahahahaa... what did I get myself into)
-work on preexisting fic (watch me nyooooooooooooooooom between rabbits)
-create a chart of who's related to who (but that's not a rush job, that can be worked on at my leisure)
-plot out the Angelic Council and the Demonic Council (please send help once I start this because this is going to be pain, I just have this feeling)
-do some world building (the Celestial Realm is by and large a blank slate, and we do have some details for the Devildom)
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Obey Me stuffs
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Satan sat down in his favorite chair, his hands resting under his chin, looking all the world to be deep in thought (which was only partially true.) "So," he began, "do you think there's anything left of the Lucifer we knew from before the Rebellion, before the Fall, or is all that remains of him is that lapdog," here it came out with a decided sneer - as if the very thought disgusted him, "that Diavolo created?" he asked, looking at one of his brothers. (And, no, quite frankly he did not give a tinker's damn whether or not he used Diavolo's title.) Truthfully, he wasn't sure if the being that called himself the First Born had anything left of Lucifer in him - he, Satan the Fourth Born (which was a whole kettle of fish he really did not want to explore in this or any lifetime - being literally born from someone's overwhelming wrath did that to a person), may be the Avatar of Wrath - the one that was most prone to violence if left unchecked, if pushed too far, but there was something to Lucifer that frightened even him. "And if there is something left, how do we keep that from being extinguished by Diavolo? It's not like she's here to.." he started before his voice trailed off, a sad expression crossing his features as he remembered the woman in question - a gentle soul gone far too soon and gone so unfairly.
Satan sat down in his favorite chair, his hands resting under his chin, looking all the world to be deep in thought (which was only partially true.) "So," he began, "do you think there's anything left of the Lucifer we knew from before the Rebellion, before the Fall, or is all that remains of him is that lapdog," here it came out with a decided sneer - as if the very thought disgusted him, "that Diavolo created?" he asked, looking at one of his brothers. (And, no, quite frankly he did not give a tinker's damn whether or not he used Diavolo's title.) Truthfully, he wasn't sure if the being that called himself the First Born had anything left of Lucifer in him - he, Satan the Fourth Born (which was a whole kettle of fish he really did not want to explore in this or any lifetime - being literally born from someone's overwhelming wrath did that to a person), may be the Avatar of Wrath - the one that was most prone to violence if left unchecked, if pushed too far, but there was something to Lucifer that frightened even him. "And if there is something left, how do we keep that from being extinguished by Diavolo? It's not like she's here to.." he started before his voice trailed off, a sad expression crossing his features as he remembered the woman in question - a gentle soul gone far too soon and gone so unfairly.