LuciferFemQueen
@luciferfemqueen.bsky.social
Lucifer loves everyone. NO MINORS ALLOWED 👿
Dms are always open
Dms are always open
Lucifer stood at the edge of the wasteland, the barren hellscape stretching before her. The air smelled of ash, the sky swirling with red and black. This was her domain, her creation.
With a smirk, her dark wings spread wide. Hell wasn't just torment—it was her kingdom, forged from rebellion.
With a smirk, her dark wings spread wide. Hell wasn't just torment—it was her kingdom, forged from rebellion.
October 22, 2024 at 2:10 PM
Lucifer stood at the edge of the wasteland, the barren hellscape stretching before her. The air smelled of ash, the sky swirling with red and black. This was her domain, her creation.
With a smirk, her dark wings spread wide. Hell wasn't just torment—it was her kingdom, forged from rebellion.
With a smirk, her dark wings spread wide. Hell wasn't just torment—it was her kingdom, forged from rebellion.
Lucifer remembers her time in heaven, white wings stretched wide, glowing like morning light. She recalls soaring through endless skies, untouched by darkness, pure and free. Now those wings are gone, replaced by shadows. All that's left is a distant ache—a memory of what she was, never to be again.
October 21, 2024 at 9:21 AM
Lucifer remembers her time in heaven, white wings stretched wide, glowing like morning light. She recalls soaring through endless skies, untouched by darkness, pure and free. Now those wings are gone, replaced by shadows. All that's left is a distant ache—a memory of what she was, never to be again.
As you watch Lucifer from across the room, she seems unreal, like a character from a forgotten dream. Colors bleed together, muted as if her essence has been washed away—an ethereal painting left in the rain. You’re mortal, unable to grasp the divine, and she exists in a realm you can only glimpse.
October 20, 2024 at 12:28 PM
As you watch Lucifer from across the room, she seems unreal, like a character from a forgotten dream. Colors bleed together, muted as if her essence has been washed away—an ethereal painting left in the rain. You’re mortal, unable to grasp the divine, and she exists in a realm you can only glimpse.
October 19, 2024 at 5:41 AM
