Prince of Darkness (Closed//Mature Stalkers Enabled)

He was the brooding Prince of Darkness. The Devil. Satan. What have you.

He was the king of his underworld, and king of demons. He was alone at the top, ruling with an iron fist.

Well, that's actually the truth. Lucifer was a rather brooding man, yes. With a heart as cold as steel, set on wanting a great destiny for his Demonic people.

What happens when a human (who has done great sin) melts his heart?

idk I'm bored lol and I like this.

Yes

clicks tongue hey

Hey man I think I have just the character for you. Gay or nah

Hm depends throw him up.

Though first I want a writing sample.

Hello!

Hey there, I've never RPed with you before so could you toss up a writing example?

Wdym?

I'd like an example of your writing…?

Oh shit! Sorry! Is there a certain thing that you would like me to write about or do you just want me to rant? lol

No I mean if you're part of any RPs and if there's a bit in one of them that you like a lot, to share it with me?

Ok nevermind then…

Anyone else?

Sorry, had to do something. I've got this https://www.notebook.ai/forum/roleplaying/royalty-roleplay-open-reboot and this https://www.notebook.ai/forum/roleplaying/one-on-one-with-caustic_fraust which are pretty good examples

Alrighty love come on in! Toss up your gay boi for me.

Thanks! I'll just describe him since there's no temp. He's an Italian boyo in his late teens, and he's kinda a psychopath mass murderer. He lied about his age at sixteen to join the army and killed a lot of people. He's even willingly killed people from his own side, and was never caught. He doesn't really experience guilt, empathy, or sympathy, but he still has emotions. Is gay and can get flustered

Sweettttt okay. So I was thinking this would be like a nice, two-way thing then, like they're both what they need to become… well, not better people but more open I guess.

Anyhow would you like to start?

Do we have a context? Like, how are they meeting and where are we?

Well, obviously in Heck. I was thinking maybe your guy just died after getting judged and they were like, "Hell naw this guy's gotta see Lucifer about this" and yeah on from there.

Alright sounds chill. I can start if that's what you want?

Nah I can start with context as to what Hell is like and what Lucifer was up to before your boi was sent to him, then you can follow up with how your boi died and getting sent over.

Cool cool

Lucifer sighed deeply as he gazed out his large bedroom window, swishing a glass of bourbon in his hand idly. The tall man was dressed to impress, with a neat velvet-red suit with a crisp black undershirt and tie. His black hair was curled to perfection, framing his long, sharp jaw and crisp black eyes. His lips were twitched in a slight, dissatisfied look, showing sharp, pointed, white teeth. He tossed the drink away to the side, where it disappeared slowly into the carpet, his dress shoes hitting it as he walked from his bedroom.
He was tired of waiting. He heard he was going to get a new arrival. A human with unimaginable violence in his heart. Right, he had passed on the largest of criminals, none of which had survived to walk outside of his mansion. But he prepared himself nice and neat, in his large typical mansion house. He skulked near his front door, sticking his hands into his pockets. It was only a matter of time.

Scipio showed up in hell, just as he'd expected. He smirked a bit and glanced around, humming 'Mama, we all go to hell' simply for the irony. His normally neat, black hair fell into his icy blue gray eyes a bit, but he couldn't expect to look flawless after being hung. He wandered around for another few minutes before noticing a door, which he figured must belong to Satan himself. He walked up to the door and knocked on it. "Oh, Lucy~ I'm home!" He grinned to himself, rather amused.

Lucifer perked up at the knock, answering it immediately after the knock, looking down at his small guest down the sharp bridge of his nose, furrowing his thick eyebrows together.
"Hm. You are not what I expected," He growled in a rumbling, throaty voice, tilting his head up with a deep sigh. "I might as well get this over with, then, come on." He gestured for the other to join him. "And shut the door behind you, human. If not, you'll be kicked out of it." He was a rather perfectionist type of person in all of his years dealing with stupid humans.

"What do you mean you didn't expect a seventeen year old Italian murderer to show up?" Scipio shut the door behind him and followed Lucifer. He'd never really respected authorities; he thought he was above them. Why wouldn't he act the same way for the king of hell? Honestly, he was already having fun here, though. He'd heard stories about how awful hell supposedly was, but he felt more at home than he ever had at any house. "Why is it that I'm supposed to meet with you, anyway? Making sure I'm 'bad' enough for you, hmm?"

"Because I have been ordered to pass judgement on you and do what I please as punishment for your actions," Lucifer simply answered as he lead the human through the big house, pointing to a door and pausing. "Down there, you'll find my basement. Please do make yourself at home, I'll be down there… eventually to pass judgement. I cannot ask you if you want anything to make yourself at home before you are killed, so there is simply no point. Please do not disobey me, for that will certainly make me eliminate you much quicker than you can say 'wine'."

Scipio sighed. "Fine, don't forget about me, though." He started walking down the stairs. "Oh, and by the way… wine!" He smirked again and ran down the stairs, hoping he wouldn't be killed on the spot. Although, Lucifer couldn't expect him to be a perfect, respectful little angel. This was hell, after all. He made it down to the basement without being smited and looked around. "Hmm. Nice place. Cold, dark, and dreary; just how I like it. I know you can hear me by the way, Lucy." He placed his hand on one of the pole supports in the room, examining it curiously.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and locked the door with a wave of his hand, walking away from the door. He might as well leave the human to die in the empty basement, with a few shackles of hard metal on the wall. It would be appropriate. But Lucifer pushed those thoughts away and walked into his office which was nearby, picking up the files that had appeared there. Apparently the seventeen-year-old was a serial killer and some part psychopath, which was stuff Lucifer saw all the time. He tossed the papers down and leaned back in his chair with a soft sigh, growling at the human's voice in his head.
"Ugh, he needs to shut up," He grumbled to himself, sitting up to pour himself some more bourbon.

Scipio continued humming 'Mama, we all go to hell', but decided to translate it into Italian in his mind to give him something to do. Hmm… I do wish I didn't get bored so easily sometimes. Usually I'd just kill someone if I got particularly bored, but I can't exactly do that here. He slowly swung around the pole by one hand the way children often do with light posts or literally any pole. Still boring, but less boring… don't strippers do this? He spun around the pole again, experimenting to keep himself occupied.

Lucifer sighed at the silence, pointing his nose up a little at the ceiling. Maybe he should pick up another human to pass judgement on, this was too relaxing. He stood up, and just as he was setting his cup down, he got an idea. He'd hang out at those springs he had installed a while ago. His servants were always disappearing over there, so why not go relax over there as the human brought himself to insanity? Lucifer went to his room and grabbed a robe and a pair of boxers, before slipping into his own little springs room, where he slunk down into the hot pool after stripping with a deep sigh. This was nice.