[He was the original dreamer, really. Wasn't much of a stretch to have such fanciful ideas dancing in the old noodle. But rather than have yet another dream involving flight or the tar-like, heavy black weight of crushing depression reminding him of his failures and mountains of rejection bearing down on his frame, he was moving through the woods as a cream-colored snake, dressed in a little top hat and a bow tie.
He was slithering, on the hunt for his next meal. What a cursed life he led, stuck on his belly, eating frogs and mice. He was a prince, once...!
...Right...? Maybe?
Yes, certainly. He was a cursed prince, trapped in the body of a serpent. He couldn't remember why. Was it another product of the curse?
The snake stopped in his tracks when he heard footsteps approach. He quickly moved for the nearest tree, quickly wound his way up. The movement was so fluid, so natural... like he'd been climbing trees this way before. But he wasn't the smallest snake in the world, and he wasn't a color that blended well into the woods.
If spotted, he could play it cool. With the wiggle of his tail, the snake would hoot:]
Yoo-hoo! Hey there, new chum! Yeah, up here- talking, sentient snake. Roll with it. Can you help a guy out?
[II. Drakes & Dungeons & Dragons & Devils]
Alright, get back. I've got this!
[Lucifer Morningstar was... noooot the biggest guy in the world. Standing before a very angry, spiny red dragon that snarled just inches from his face, he was dwarfed even further.
But he didn't seem to be flinching. Instead, he raised his apple-ended cane and brandished it like a rapier.]
Okay, big fella... you asked for it! Talking didn't work, singing you a little song- flawlessly, I might add- didn't work... guess I have to go toe-to-toe, power versus POWER!
En garde!
[He felt the power welling, passing through his arm, channeled through the cane... He was the King of Hell, and he would make this overgrown lizard kneel! Or piss it off by playing around with it a little, have a little fun.
The spell ignited, became a fireball-
...
That popped into a flawless little rubber duck that honked as it bounced harmlessly off the nose of the thoroughly-unimpressed beast.
Lucifer frowned, channeled again. Duck.
...Again. Duck.]
...
[The dragon narrowed its eyes and snarled.]
Well. That doesn't usually happ--
[The world around him erupted into white and gold as the mythical creature unleashed a river of flame in its breath weapon. At point blank, there was no dexterity save.
When the flames died down, Lucifer was still standing, though his outfit had definitely seen better days. The brief glare he gave back to the beast swapped immediately to a toothy sneer, and a cheeky boop of the dragon's snoot with his very singed cane.]
HA! ...Fireproof. Nice try.
[Okay, seriously... GET GOING! He'll keep it busy while you get inside the tower!]
Lucifer Morningstar | Hazbin Hotel | TDM
[He was the original dreamer, really. Wasn't much of a stretch to have such fanciful ideas dancing in the old noodle. But rather than have yet another dream involving flight
or the tar-like, heavy black weight of crushing depression reminding him of his failures and mountains of rejection bearing down on his frame, he was moving through the woods as a cream-colored snake, dressed in a little top hat and a bow tie.He was slithering, on the hunt for his next meal. What a cursed life he led, stuck on his belly, eating frogs and mice. He was a prince, once...!
...Right...? Maybe?
Yes, certainly. He was a cursed prince, trapped in the body of a serpent. He couldn't remember why. Was it another product of the curse?
The snake stopped in his tracks when he heard footsteps approach. He quickly moved for the nearest tree, quickly wound his way up. The movement was so fluid, so natural... like he'd been climbing trees this way before. But he wasn't the smallest snake in the world, and he wasn't a color that blended well into the woods.
If spotted, he could play it cool. With the wiggle of his tail, the snake would hoot:]
Yoo-hoo! Hey there, new chum! Yeah, up here- talking, sentient snake. Roll with it. Can you help a guy out?
[II. Drakes & Dungeons & Dragons & Devils]
Alright, get back. I've got this!
[Lucifer Morningstar was... noooot the biggest guy in the world. Standing before a very angry, spiny red dragon that snarled just inches from his face, he was dwarfed even further.
But he didn't seem to be flinching. Instead, he raised his apple-ended cane and brandished it like a rapier.]
Okay, big fella... you asked for it! Talking didn't work, singing you a little song- flawlessly, I might add- didn't work... guess I have to go toe-to-toe, power versus POWER!
En garde!
[He felt the power welling, passing through his arm, channeled through the cane... He was the King of Hell, and he would make this overgrown lizard kneel! Or piss it off by playing around with it a little, have a little fun.
The spell ignited, became a fireball-
...
That popped into a flawless little rubber duck that honked as it bounced harmlessly off the nose of the thoroughly-unimpressed beast.
Lucifer frowned, channeled again. Duck.
...Again. Duck.]
...
[The dragon narrowed its eyes and snarled.]
Well. That doesn't usually happ--
[The world around him erupted into white and gold as the mythical creature unleashed a river of flame in its breath weapon. At point blank, there was no dexterity save.
When the flames died down, Lucifer was still standing, though his outfit had definitely seen better days. The brief glare he gave back to the beast swapped immediately to a toothy sneer, and a cheeky boop of the dragon's snoot with his very singed cane.]
HA! ...Fireproof. Nice try.
[Okay, seriously... GET GOING! He'll keep it busy while you get inside the tower!]