( the nerve, honestly. it's mostly his anger than makes him angry βΒ what, so he's mad about god's name being dragged in the mud? no one cares. the dirt is where he lives, where carnal magic comes from, where his prison cell lies. why shouldn't he enjoy god's name being laughed at, picked apart, pulled like weeds from the earth? he owes his father no allegiance. he severed ties. he had his wings ripped off by his father's loving, consoling hand, and he never looked at him once, was never worthy enough to see his face, only feel the disappointed tips of his fingers while they hurt him.
it hurts, because fucking him means seeing him, and seeing him implies worthiness, and lucifer has never been worthy, has never seen his fathermother face to face, not even in his cruelest days, his worst days. he acts up, acts out, seduces eve and violates the sanctity of marriage, steals his creations, breaks his toys, ruins his art, and still β his father is an unfuckable white light. not for him.
all this pain for probably some cult leader in california claiming to be father god with the ability to cure cancer, as long as he fucks you and all your children. fucks this. fuck her. actually )
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it hurts, because fucking him means seeing him, and seeing him implies worthiness, and lucifer has never been worthy, has never seen his fathermother face to face, not even in his cruelest days, his worst days. he acts up, acts out, seduces eve and violates the sanctity of marriage, steals his creations, breaks his toys, ruins his art, and still β his father is an unfuckable white light. not for him.
all this pain for probably some cult leader in california claiming to be father god with the ability to cure cancer, as long as he fucks you and all your children. fucks this. fuck her. actually )
fuck this fucking place.