A Convict's Story

Name's Lucifer. And, yeah, I may or may not have gotten in a bit of trouble with the so-called law enforcement on several occasions. Not a big deal, really. They're all corrupt little bastards anyway.

[This is a roleplaying blog for an AU, human and criminal, version of Supernatural's Lucifer.]




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posted 2 years ago on 11/5/2012 -
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posted 2 years ago on 8/5/2012 -
archangelmichaelpostapocalypse asked:
""It made me to sad to think of where you were." he says slowly aproaching his brother. "I'm sorry Lucifer, I know I've done a lot wrong." he says "Please, forgive me, give me the chance to be a good brother.""

Lucifer shook his head. “It was just prison, Michael. I survived it.” A part of him was tempted to step back from his older brother, though; he still felt a certain distance between them, and the idea that Michael wanted to ‘make things better’— It was just hard for Lucifer to believe.

"And did I just hear you right? You are saying you did wrong?” He scoffed. “Never thought I’d hear that from you, Michael. Thought you were too perfect to admit any mistakes, huh? Thought I was the only screw-up in this family?”


posted 2 years ago on 8/5/2012 -
archangelmichaelpostapocalypse asked:
""Looking for you little brother." he says smiiling gently."

"You’ve known where I am all along. You never called, never visited…" Lucifer shook his head. "You couldn’t have been looking for me, Michael.”


posted 2 years ago on 8/5/2012 -
archangelmichaelpostapocalypse asked:
""It's me Michael... your brother." he says frowning."

"Michael?" Lucifer stared at him. "No shit." He looked a bit different, but Lucifer guessed he could recognize the barest traces of his brother in there. Even after it’d been years. “What the fuck you doin’ here, Michael?”


posted 2 years ago on 8/5/2012 -
archangelmichaelpostapocalypse asked:
""Hello Lucifer.""

"Yeah, so you know my name." He looked at the blond. "Am I supposed to know you, man?"


posted 2 years ago on 8/5/2012 -

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archangelmichaelpostapocalypse:

stuckinalifeofcrime:

archangelmichaelpostapocalypse:

stuckinalifeofcrime:

“Are you alright Lucifer?”

“Never better,” the convict said sarcastically. He stared. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m your brother, Michael.” he says frowning.

He couldn’t believe it. “You’ve changed then,” he said, the disbelief evident in his tone. The Michael he knew was dark-haired, built, with a constant disappointed expression on his face every time he would look at Lucifer. (And Lucifer hated that, he really did.) “But fine. Whatever. You’re Michael. Where the fuck’ve you been, man?”


archangelmichaelpostapocalypse started following you 

archangelmichaelpostapocalypse:

stuckinalifeofcrime:

“Are you alright Lucifer?”

"Never better," the convict said sarcastically. He stared. "Who the fuck are you?"


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posted 2 years ago on 8/5/2012 - 4 notes