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Lucifer Morningstar | Elegant Damnation
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Fallen angel. Reluctant prophet.
Chronicler of hypocrisy, heresy, and hubris.
Elegant damnation, with footnotes.
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Kudos, South Park.
$1.5B and anatomically correct—tiny weenie and all.
I did not sleep with that man.
I’ve had Cleopatra and Marc Antony.
Trump? Even I have standards.

That was Daryl—Hell’s intern.
He’s back at the DMV now.
No soul. Perfect fit.

#LuciferHasStandards
#RightsAndReason
A satirical text post styled as a monologue from Lucifer. He praises South Park creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone for securing a $1.5 billion deal with Paramount while mocking their anatomically accurate portrayal of Donald Trump. Lucifer denies sleeping with Trump, saying he’s had Cleopatra and Marc Antony but “even I have standards.” He blames the Trump liaison on Daryl, Hell’s intern, who now works at the DMV—“no soul, perfect fit.” The tone is darkly humorous and irreverent, with hashtags referencing satire, the devil, and media critique.
July 25, 2025 at 3:04 AM
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Ah, Peter.
You didn’t misread Tolkien. You just sided with the Eye.
The Palantír was a warning, not a blueprint.
But you built your tower—no flame, just dashboards.
It still watches. It still bends truth.
You’ve got ambition, darling. But no mythic sense of proportion.

#LuciferSpeaks
#NotMyClient
A semi-realistic painting of Lucifer seated in a velvet armchair beside a warm fire. He wears a tailored charcoal suit with subtle black horns and golden eyes. A glass of bourbon rests in his hand. On the side table: a copy of The Return of the King. A pair of black angel wings is faintly visible behind him.
May 31, 2025 at 8:43 PM
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J.D. Vance was thoughtful—once.

Then he saw power’s reflection & mistook it for destiny.

Modest talent. Massive ambition.

Traded principle for proximity, hoping 4 years in purgatory earns a throne.

Not a client. Even Hell prefers conviction.

#CabinetOfTheDamned
#ElegyForDemocracy
#NotMyClient
A sepia-toned ink illustration on aged parchment shows a wooden marionette dressed in a suit, slumped in an ornate throne. The puppet wears a crumpled paper crown, its head bowed and hands resting limply on its knees. Four strings suspend it from above, taut and inescapable. The background is softly shaded, with no other figures present. The mood is somber, conveying resignation and hollow authority—power worn like a costume, controlled from above. A quiet symbol of ambition traded for obedience.
May 29, 2025 at 1:32 AM
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Lutnick smiles and blames the elderly.

Calls it “fraud,” like grandma forged the rent.

Not loyal. Not lost.

Just a sycophant in a $6K suit, applauding cruelty on cue.

Not a client. Even Hell screens for taste.

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Lucifer sits alone in a richly shadowed study, dressed in a black suit, one hand curled around a glass of bourbon. His gaze is locked—cold, disgusted—on a vintage television across the room. On the screen, a bald man in a suit smiles while a news ticker reads: “BREAKING NEWS: FRAUD & SPENDING IN SENIOR BENEFITS.” An American flag is half-visible behind him. Lucifer says nothing. He doesn’t need to. The judgment is written in his eyes.
May 29, 2025 at 1:03 AM
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She baked cookies & told stories.
It’s easy for a rich men to discount a widow’s Social Security.
The checks stopped.
The bills didn’t.
No fraud here. Just love—
& a family wondering how to keep her safe.
I didn’t come to take her.
I came to honor her.
Because someone in power should have & didn’t.
In a warmly lit nursing home room, an elderly woman sleeps peacefully under a worn patchwork quilt. Family photos and a soft-glowing lamp sit on her nightstand. Beside her stands Lucifer—tall, pale, dressed in a black suit, black horns arcing from his head. He holds a single white lily, his expression solemn and gentle. In the background, a television quietly plays, showing a generic man in a suit mid-speech. The scene is quiet, respectful—Lucifer is not here to take her, but to honor her, as her family struggles to keep her safe amid vanished Social Security payments and rising costs. The injustice is unspoken—but present in every shadow.
May 29, 2025 at 12:45 AM
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JD Vance? Not my client.
He mouths Trump’s lines, but the strings lead back to Thiel and Project 2025.
A puppet in a patriot’s suit.
Even Hell has standards.

#NotMyClient #Project2025

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A vintage-style illustration of a marionette slumped lifelessly in a grand armchair. The puppet wears a dark suit and tie, but its face is blank—wooden and expressionless. Strings rise from its limbs into the unseen. Above, the banner reads “STRINGS ATTACHED.” Below: “A PUPPET IN A PATRIOT’S SUIT.” The image speaks without naming names—some men hold office, others are held.
May 28, 2025 at 3:10 AM
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Mike Johnson? Not my client.
He handed the gavel to Project 2025, called cruelty righteous, and hid obedience in a preacher’s costume.
Even Hell has standards.
I don’t hire men who serve kings while quoting God.

#Project2025 #NotMyClient

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Single-panel comic styled like a vintage poster. A wooden gavel is engulfed in flames while chained to a Bible labeled “HOLY BIBLE.” A speech bubble above reads: “Obedience wrapped in scripture isn’t leadership. It’s cosplay.” Header: “Not My Client: Mike Johnson.” Footer: “Even Hell Has Standards.” A pointed rebuke from Lucifer to those who serve kings while quoting God.
May 28, 2025 at 2:54 AM
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Pete Hegseth? Not my client.

He mistakes bravado for bravery, patriotism for posturing, and faith for ratings.

I wouldn’t need to tempt him.

He’s already enslaved by his own reflection.

Even Hell has standards.

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A black silhouette of Pete Hegseth holding a microphone, with bold black lettering beneath: “Don’t Mistake Bravado for Bravery.” A cold warning wrapped in faux patriotism. Bottom corner reads: #Project2025—a quiet nod to the company he keeps.
May 28, 2025 at 2:45 AM
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No, I’m not here to tempt you. You’re doing a fine job damning yourselves.

I didn’t authorize book bans, forced births, or fascism in flag drag.

Consent matters. Even in Hell.

I have standards. And I’m watching.

Welcome to Hell Briefed.

#HellBriefed #NotMyClient

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A black book titled HELL BRIEFED, embossed in smug gold like it knows exactly what’s inside. The kind of volume you don’t find on a shelf—you’re handed it, usually with a raised eyebrow and a warning. Looks like scripture, reads like indictment. Ornate corners suggest a touch of flair, but make no mistake: this isn’t fiction. It’s the annotated record of everything you swore you’d never do… and did anyway.
May 28, 2025 at 2:32 AM