He understands the outcasted, he understands how it feels like to be vilified despite standing up for what's right. He represents duality, the bringer of light and also the prince of darkness. He opened our eyes, gave us knowledge to see and know, to differentiate good and bad, to evolve. His name originated from the Roman folklore used to represent Venus, and he is said to be Prometheus to the Greeks, Enki to the Sumerians etc who brought knowledge to humans despite the orders of the demiurge who said not to.

Lucifer is a God, an emperor of the infernal. He stood for equality, fairness, rights for us humans, yet God did not approve so hence his banishment. Lucifer, said to be the most beautiful angel God has ever created was the first to rebel against his 'creator' and banished from the heavenly order. You refuse to have this fight in the hallway, again. You ignore the stupid innuendo and wipe the smug look off his face, not how you would like to by punching it off, but by pushing past him into his apartment. He’s dressed in all black sweats and honestly he looks very comfortable, in direct contrast to you, and as if on cue a freezing cold droplet runs down your back. “Princess, I see you’re quiet wet.” He smirks at you, folding his arms across his chest and leaning on the doorway. His black fringe is hanging into his eyes, and he smugly push it away as he takes in your drenched form. The neighbours don’t even bother to look out into the hallway anymore, too used to the fighting between you two.įinally, the door swings open to reveal the bane of your existence standing cockily in the doorway. You sound hysterical even to your own ears but right now you couldn’t care less. “Yoongi I swear to god if you do not open this door I will break it down.” You stomp your foot. Your parking spot was once again taken by the stupid, bone headed, selfish, man currently sitting on his couch, waiting for just the right amount of time to pass to really piss you off. You had to park two blocks away and walk all the way in the pouring rain. And two is the reason why you’re soaking wet and banging on an apartment door that is not yours. One being that it is much later than you wanted to come home, so you have to do responsible things like clean up the mess that is your apartment. Thus, you can’t just curl up on your couch for two very distinct reasons. Ending up with you in the library for hours scrambling to finish and submit it on time. Not to mention that you almost missed a stupid assignment deadline. At least she has her life together unlike you, who nearly failed a test you studied so hard for. It’s pouring rain outside and after a very long day of disappointment all you want to do is curl up into a ball on the couch and watch Legally blonde. You’re freezing and dripping a puddle in the hallway. Your fist leaving a wet mark behind on the cheap wood. these cursed illusions may also inflict physical harm ‘pon her foes, damaging their bodies from both inside and out: those who miraculously manage to survive an encounter with her, claim that these hallucinations are so drenched with utter malice towards every last ( human ) being in this world that the terror inflicted by the baneful fox may never truly stop haunting the survivor’s mind, eventually driving them to madness. these ghostly mimicries are created through the spiteful power emitted from the long, sterling fur that covers the expanse of her nine tails: the terror of her targets is thus absorbed and she draws strength from it, growing stronger and stronger with each intruder that she pushes towards madness, enhancing her own frightening illusions and embellishing the identity of her forest in whispered rumors and scary tales. rather than employing her god - like endowment to heal the sick and protect the weak, solise began focusing on honing her illusory abilities: whenever an intruder would step uninvited into her territory, she would appear before them in a guise to mimic the target’s appearance / a guise at times tremendously beautiful and at times grotesque, a guise meant to severely wound her prey’s sanity. swearing to herself to never allow humans to harm her beloved home ever again, she faced those who had once hunted her and ultimately crowned herself as the sole protector of the wintry forest in which she had ultimately settled. Reborn into a being of grief and resentment, solise was cursed by her own broken heart to mourn over the loss of her sentimental warmth on a daily basis.

Bane with witchfire