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[ ⚖️ ] l u c i f e r m o r n i n g s t a r .

— heaven's most beautiful dreamer, cast into the dark.

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❝ You're in MY house, bitch. ❞

:: the king of nothing . . .

He stands at an unassuming 5'0" with porcelain skin and cheeks painted in permanent rosy red rouge. A brilliant blonde cowlick sways with his manic movements; an immaculate white top hat hides small, dark horns. Six massive, pure-black seraphim wings shield a fragile, slender frame. He carries a cane topped with a gleaming golden apple—a gentleman's toy, and an apocalyptic focus.

:: the manic mask . . .

An eccentric showman drowning in severe clinical depression and centuries of heavy survival guilt. He is painfully socially awkward, pacing the echoing halls of an empty palace workshop, frantically crafting thousands of magical rubber ducks to quiet the noise of his insomnia. High-energy carnival barking masks a quiet, sad mumble. A fiercely loving father walking on eggshells around his daughter, terrified of his own shadow.

:: the godhead . . .

He surrendered to heaven's exterminations because he lost faith that human souls could ever change, driving away his wife Lilith and alienating his family. But the goofy exterior is a lie. If provoked, his slitted yellow eyes flash a blinding, predatory red. He is an immortal, unyielding force of creation and destruction—untouchable by anything less than Holy Angelic Steel.

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