1. The image of you in red, little cloven hoofs, horns, pitchfork and dinky tail. Why? Really?Not actually my fault. You can blame your friend Baphomet for that. Partially. Goat boy, with all his free loving and pleasure seeking ways, made people associate the Devil and demons with goats. I just took the image and added the pitchfork. It's good for ( Read more... )

You humans ( Read more... )

...what am I saying? The party's never over.

Metatron's gone back to the side of fluffy bunnies and willful enforced ignorance. He's obviously not well made for rebellion and evil behaviour, as he went rather insane towards the end.

It was fun while it lasted.

Now I get to watch guilt and angst eat him from the inside out. And that's fun too.

Voice. There's something I require of you. Bring me the boy, Willy...stupid name. Make him mine as proof of your love.

Offer me a soul and we'll be together forever.

The Oscars, as always, are wonderful to watch. You wouldn't believe who sold their souls this year. And we screwed over as many idiotic celebrities as possible, played with the wordings of contracts. The entertainment industry is such fun. Actors are such whores for attention, it's almost too easy. Very easy pickings ( Read more... )

Valentine's Day is my favourite holiday. Even more so than usual this year. Oh, to have been able to see the looks on the faces of the holy choirs as they saw His Voice become mine ( Read more... )

So metatron_tm's run back through the pearly gates. Good. I don't want to see him anyway. I keep feeling awfully tempted to ... never mind.

This just means no bloody angel around trying to mess with my wicked ways for a little while. Which is definitely something to be taken advantage of.

...I wonder if Cupid's still feeling the effects of that arrow?

Short entry as I am very busy. Took a short break from Hell to attend to one of my projects, and now I have to chase down Belial...he seems to have gone missing on a tempting...before returning to said project ( Read more... )

[Private - locked from all other muses: With everyone trying to convince me that love is some grand emotion, a wonderful gift, little birds singing, etc etc, I have found that it is probably the most painful weapon of all. Swords and guns can break the body. Love can break the mind ( Read more... )

Lucifer appears down behind a bar, and takes a deep breath, savouring the stink of humanity. Human souls were easy to gather, he had slush piles of them in Hell, almost more than he knew what to do with. But an angel's suffering? Now that was exquisite. And guaranteed to piss off The Great Bastard. He wants to sit, drink and think over his next ( Read more... )