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slimysnaildaddy · 4 years

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Please. We need MC with Tourette's and the brothers/undateables all reacting. Bonus if it's Chaotic!MC.

(For context I told the person asking this to send me this prompt bc I have tourette’s but feel weird abt writing shit on here without being prompted, this isn’t just some random person coming into my askbox like LETS JOKE ABOUT DISABLED PEOPLE i genuinely have TS and told them to do it please don’t flame silver here because he lovely and deserves only good things)

HELL. YES. Get ready for chaos. And I’ll be very careful not to hit the stereotypes, but I am one of the 10% who exhibits coprolalia (the much-lauded swearing symptom of Tourette's, literally meaning “Poop-speak” in Greek) so expect some of that. It should also be noted that I, personally, am completely fine with jokes about tics or laughing when they make for good situational humor, but mocking someone for having tics is a BIG no-no. This does not represent the TS community as a whole and you should always ask the person what level of joking they’re okay with.

I didn’t do all the undateables but this is ridiculous and self-indulgent anyway so no one cares.

Lucifer:

The first time he heard MC tic, it was when he was coming into the HOL after MC had been brought there by Mammon. He heard this puny human shout “SON OF A DONKEY WHORE” at the top of their lungs and automatically assumed they were in the process of being eaten by Beel or something of that nature, so he power walked (though he will deny it later) to their room only to find them casually re-arranging pillows and giving themself an occasional smack to the chest or making a strange yipping sound, perfectly safe.

Once MC explained it to him he simply sighed and came to the conclusion that this is going to be a long, long year.

He does get headaches sometimes, so he’s snapped at MC to keep it down once or twice and gotten chewed out as a result. It really isn’t something you can help, and MC makes that very clear.

Lucifer learned not to say anything of that nature, because somehow MC’s wrath is even worse than Satan’s.

He occasionally finds it hard to tell if MC is having a tic or causing problems intentionally. He wonders if they’re doing that on purpose. He is correct. He wonders if he can stop them. He is incorrect.

After he gets more comfortable with MC and learns the boundaries he will make jokes related to their tics.

“My hovercraft is full of eels!” “Perhaps you should invest in eel-catching equipment.”

If they’re having a bad day where they can’t stop hitting themself or might injure themself because of some of the more unpleasant tics, he will ask them if they need help with something, like a cushion.

Actually cracks up at some of the funnier tics. One time MC got him to spit coffee all over Diavolo with a perfectly timed tic. It was glorious.

Will facepalm if they say/do something particularly inappropriate.

Mammon:

First time he heard (or rather, saw) MC tic it was when he was unlocking the door to the HOL for them for the first time and they made a loud whooping noise and clapped very loudly.

Naturally this startled the shit out of him cause he’s a pissbaby lol. MC didn’t say anything about it cause they were too busy expecting to be murdered by this powerful demon lord who has been just this side of hostile to them ever since meeting them. They didn’t know he’s a pissbaby yet.

After a little while they mentioned “Oh hey i’ve got tourette’s” and here’s how THAT went.

MC: Yeah, I have Tourette’s Syndrome so if I start saying or doing weird stuff-

Mammon: WAIT. Isn’t that the swearing disease. (sighhh)

MC: *deep sigh* only 10% of us have coprolalia-

Mammon, barely remembering ancient Greek: WAIT SO YOU SHIT YOUR PANTS-

Satan tries correcting him but MC cuts him off like “no no, i want him to keep thinking that it’s funny as fuck”

Mc then proceeds to torment Mammon by threatening to shit on his belongings. Keeps him from stealing their wallet.

Literally takes him until he makes a pact with them to get the proper explanation (and to get roasted for making that assumption in the first place)

100% jokes with MC about their tics.

Still gets startled by the more sudden/loud ones and has jumped into Beel’s arms bc of this.

Levi:

First time they did a tic in front of him was when they were trying to figure out how to find Goldie.

“Maybe we should look in the- *starts smacking chest repeatedly* GARGOYLES GARGOYLES ughhh hang on this is gonna take a few minutes to stop GARGOYLES GARGOYLES”

Levi: *white guy blinking gif*

They do not look in the gargoyles.

MC explains it to him and he’s just like “OH I’VE SEEN MOVIES WITH THAT”

MC stares off into the distance like a character from The Office

He ends up being responsible for them having MULTIPLE tics where they imitate anime attack calls or gestures, peppered with occasional magical girl transformation lines.

They say rurin in a cutesy little voice every 5 minutes for a whole week and everyone’s glaring at Levi the whole time.

Thinks some of their tics are REALLY CUTE AND ANIME and is not shy about saying this.

MC: ugh, you know this is a GENUINE DISABILITY, right?

Levi: omg i’m sorry

MC: lol i’m just fucking with you- RURIN~!

Satan:

He noticed MC being a bit twitchy from the moment they arrived, but simply assumed they were nervous and a bit flinchy because of that. Of course, they totally were nervous but also their brain was just like “time to clench all of your muscles at once instead of paying attention to this very important conversation”.

After that he just notices more and more, and honestly he probably reads a lot so it’s likely he already knows about Tourette’s or similar tic disorders, it’s entirely possible that he asks them about it or mentions it casually in conversation.

Is honestly fascinated by their tics and what can trigger them, when they’re more or less frequent, things that cause them to get better or worse, etc etc. MC may have to actually tell him to stop treating them like a case study.

Or, even better, they may just intentionally fuck up his observations.

Knows a thing or two about how it feels to not be able to control yourself when upset. Whenever MC gets a tic attack he’s ready. He looked this up.

Tries not to crack up when they say or do objectively funny shit but sometimes a tic is times just PERFECTLY and he can’t help but snort.

Asmo:

The first time he heard them tic it was a mild disaster.

“Kissy poo~”

“OH YOU WANT ME TO KISS YOU?”

“nonono wait-”

Thinks some of the tics are cute and will absolutely let MC know. Even if they tell him to fuck off lol.

He sees a nasty bruise from one of MC’s more unpleasant tics (eg: chest smacking, slamming their head/arm into something on accident from a flailing tic) and doesn’t just have a cow, he has the entire damn pasture. MC simply CANNOT have such marks on their gorgeous skin! Don’t worry, he’s got creams and makeup for that :^)

Is a little too enthusiastic about offering to help MC relax if they’re having a bad tic day. He suggests massages. Massages are always good.

He’s happy to provide the massages.

Please MC let him give you a massage.

Beel:

First time he saw them tic it was during breakfast and they whistled very loudly right next to him.

His poor ears :( how could you hurt him in this way MC

Once they explained it he was like “Oh. Okay.” and moved on with his life.

He gets the whole “having urges to do shit you shouldn’t do” aka eating something he shouldn’t. He does his best to distract MC if they’re having bad tics.

mc: oh sorry i just need to touch something haha tourette’s is wild right *full on grabs beel’s chest* beel: :?

MC can ask him to restrain them if they’re having a really bad time with stuff and he’s more than strong enough to help lol. UNLIKE MY MOTHER SORRY MOM

Always apologizes if he accidentally triggers a tic.

MC starts climbing on him. Tourette’s compels them. He allows it. Jungly gym beel?

No lie I have a tic that’s just me saying “I eat worms!” in a cutesy voice and- IMAGINE

Belphie:

First time he saw them tic it was while he was still in the attic, they started jerking their head around during a late night visit and he was like what the fuck are you doing-

Thought it was incredibly annoying at first. I don’t blame him honestly. Tourette’s more like Annoying Asshole syndrome am i right (haha that internalized ableism)

Subtly triggered their tics intentionally cause haha stupid human

Once he got out of the attic and made friends with MC properly he was just kind of like “oh that was pretty shit of me wasn’t it”

Honestly doesn’t know how to help so he just ignores it lol.

The one time he tries to help them when they’re having a bad tic day he makes them take a nap with him because clearly if they’re asleep they can’t tic, right?

Surprise! They still can. Enjoy the knee to the stomach, B.

Encourages them to use their powers for evil. Like telling them to spill something on Lucifer and claim it was because of their Tourette’s.

Note: don’t do that, mc only obliges bc this is chaotic mc. TS not a toy etc etc

Barbatos:

Read that MC had tourette’s on their file, but honestly didn’t know what it was. Probably just assumed it was a heart condition or something, so when MC comes over for the retreat him and Dia are not expecting the tics.

The first time they tic in front of him it was at the retreat. He had just served them tea and tourette’s said yeeting time and they chucked the teacup. It hit him in the forehead. Tea all over his face. His hair. His suit. The wall. The floor. Maybe some on Diavolo too. He’s both impressed by their aim and wanting to fucking die.

Mammon is howling with laughter.

MC explains it to him while he’s still dripping with tea and he just smiles in a very strained manner and goes to get changed and wash his hair.

At the retreat when MC and Solomon make human food, he quickly learns that MC should not be around sharp Devildom knives. Or a stove. Or anything dangerous.

Gets weirdly protective over them, especially if they DO end up handling potentially dangerous stuff.

Keeps trying to find better ways to serve them drinks so they don’t break all the fine china, like plastic cups with lids. Stuff still gets spilled everywhere so he tries to get them a travel mug. The handle snaps and the lid leaks. Eventually gets them a sippy cup for toddlers, which works wonders. MC thinks it’s hysterical and makes him put a label on it with their name.

He seriously considers investing in Gyro Bowls as well.

After MC accidentally turned a platter with a soup bowl on it into an impromptu catapult with a poorly aimed table smack, he does just that.

One time they mention having a very strong urge to put their hand over a burning candle and he makes sure no candle is ever near them in the palace.

honestly i have too many ideas for barbatos so he’s getting a whole ass fic.

Diavolo:

The teacup incident was also the first time HE learned the true nature of Tourette’s syndrome. Once the whole deal was explained (and he knew mc wasn’t maliciously throwing things at Barbatos) he thought it was the funniest shit.

Bless his heart honestly.

Tries to not laugh at first bc he thinks it’s probably disrespectful. Meanwhile MC is cackling like a mad scientist bc they dabbed for the 343643th time today and Lucifer looks like he’s about to blow a gasket as a result.

Lowkey I can kind of see him as being one of those “Oh my goodness you are so BRAVE for going through this” meanwhile mc stares off into space like they’re on the office

Is astounded at all the unique challenges humans have to go through meanwhile MC is yeeting cups at barbatos

#tourettes #very specific and unrelatable tbh #actually tourettic #wow is tourettic the adjective?#huh #fitting #nobody asked for this #i'm self insert trash #and bullied someone into sending me this ask #you're welcome #asks

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dbzebra · 4 years

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Surpassing the Strongest

Im back on Marten bs lol

This is something Ive wanted to do for a while now. A 28th World Tournament / End of Z retelling, which focuses on Goten’s plans to follow in his fathers footsteps like Goku originally planned back in the Buu Saga. Ignores DBS obviously. Anyway this is just a oneshot for now but may possibly make it into a longfic.

Enjoy!!

May, Age 784.

Ten years of peace had passed since Majin Buu's defeat.

The cool spring air blew in from an open window of Orange Star High School. Son Goten was lost in thought as the lecture droned on from in front of him. He couldn't hear what the teacher was saying. Rather, he didn't really care. He wanted to be outside and enjoying the day. Flying around or out on a date.

Ya know, something that was actually fun.

Something, anything but being cooped up in a stuffy building all day on such a nice afternoon. If Goten closed his eyes, he could feel himself soaring through the clouds on the Flying Nimbus, the wind in his hair and the whole world below him. Ever since he learned to fly, it's been his absolute favorite thing to do.

"Man, I wanna go to the beach!" Goten whined to himself and continued daydreaming about the endless possibilities of summer fun when he heard two kids whispering from the back of the classroom that piqued his attention. Super sensitive hearing really came in handy sometimes!

"Did you hear? Mr. Satan won't be participating in the World Martial Arts Tournament next week. He announced his retirement yesterday."

"What, really?! Maybe I should enter then. Now I'll actually stand a chance."

"Noooo! Mr. Satan can't retire!" Another kid chimed in, slamming his fists down on his desk in despair. "He's my hero! The strongest guy in the whole universe!"

"It's true man. I saw it on TV. He's all bald now too. Mr. Buu is gonna sweep with him gone. He's unbeatable next to Mr. Satan!"

"Awww… Yeah, you're right. Buu is unstoppable! He's never even been touched in a fight once!"

Goten snickered to himself. If only they knew the truth. "Speak for yourself. Me and Trunks almost beat him when we were fused together!"

The more Goten thought about it, the more it intrigued him.

He always loved the World Tournament, ever since he was a kid. Growing up, Goten loved hearing stories from his dad, Yamcha and Krillin about their fights from the old days. He collected all tons of World Tournament merchandise over the years, most notably of which were figures of every finalist leading back to the very first Tournament. The premium edition figurine of his father as a teenager during the 23rd Tournament was his most prized possession. He had to send in like one hundred postcards to a sweepstakes to win. The day he got the letter in the mail saying that he won, he almost flipped.

The news of the upcoming Tournament re-ignited a fire in the young Saiyan.

"Maybe I should enter! I'll run it by Mar later..."

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The final bell rang as class was let out for the day.

Goten stretched his arms out wide upon walking out the front doors of Orange Star High with an extra pip in his step. It was finally the weekend!

He spotted his girlfriend leaning against one of the pillars at the front gate, sporting her signature twintails. She was waiting for him! He grinned and picked up his pace a little bit. Marron twirled a strand of blonde hair in her fingers as she absent-mindedly watched a capsule-plane go by from above.

Being a sophomore, sixteen yer old Marron was on the cheer squad and wrote for the school newspaper. Like most girls her age, Marron loved shopping, but her true passion was writing. It all started when she used to read fantasy books and write in her diary as a little girl. She hoped to work for a big fashion designer as a writer when she got older.

"Hey there, gorgeous." Goten said while he snuck up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

Marron flinched in surprise, but lit up when she heard her boyfriend's voice. She swung around and jumped into his arms, planting a kiss on her boyfriend's face. "Goten! It's great to see you!" Marron said and kissed him again, just for good measure. He definitely wasn't going to object.

“You too! So how was class?

“Boring. I’m starting to see why you and Trunks skip all the time.” Marron huffed, and then playfully poked his chest. “I guess being a delinquent like you has its perks~!”

“Told ya!” He said with a cheeky grin, eager to tell her about what happened today. “Anyway, ready to go?”

Marron smiled and grabbed his hand affectionately. A date was just what she needed right now. "Sure! Where are we going~?"

"There's an ice cream stand near the park about three blocks that way." He replied, gesturing over his shoulder with this thumb. "I'm friends with the guy who runs it!"

"Sounds great! It's such a nice day out! And I don't have to be home anytime soon anyway, so we have the whole afternoon to ourselves!" Marron chirped and playfully pulled him along.

After a bit of walking, they reached their destination . It was one of the more popular spots, so there wasn't a surprise there was a line.

"If I don't get something in my stomach soon, I might just eat my own hand!" Goten whined, his stomach growled almost as if it was agreeing.

"I'd pay to see that." Marron laughed.

Soon enough, it was their turn.

"Well well, look who it is! My number one customer!" The man at the stand said. He was an older man, about Goku's height. He had a kind face with short grayish hair. "Welcome back, Goten!"

"Hey Mr. Sherbert!"

"On a hot date?!" Mr. Sherbert said as he winked at the two teens. "You'd better treat her right, you hear?"

"Yeah! I'd never do anything bad. Right Mar?" Goten grinned. Marron blushed a bit from next to him.

"So what can I get for you two kids today?"

Goten already knew what he wanted; he had thought about it on the way over. "You first."

"Hmm..." Marron scanned the options until she found just the right one. I'll take a medium sized scoop of mint on a waffle cone, please." Marron said, eyeing the green-colored ice cream in the picture.

"Comin right up, miss! And how 'bout for you, big guy? The usual?"

"You bet!"

The older man laughed out loud. "I'd expect no less! A triple deluxe cone of vanilla, strawberry and chocolate with rainbow sprinkles, comin' right up!"

"How much do I owe ya?" Goten said, digging into his pocket for his wallet.

"This one's on the house, kid." Mr. Sherbert said, waving off Goten's attempt to hand him money.

Goten and Marron both looked shocked.

"What, really?"

"Yep. Don't worry 'bout it."

"Wow! Thanks a lot!"

"Just make sure you show this nice young lady a fun time on your date, okay?" Mr. Sherbert said with a kind smile, as he and Goten shared a laugh.

"I promise!"

After that, Goten and Marron got their food then took a seat on the grass in the park across the street and ate their snacks together.

"So, tell me. What's the big news?" Marron asked as she finished off her food, feeding off his anticipation. She could tell it was something big- whatever it was. "You've been antsy all afternoon!"

Goten fell backwards onto the grass and put his hands behind his head. "Well, I heard something interesting in class today!"

"You mean you actually paid attention?"

"Nope!" Goten declared without hesitating one bit.

Marron rolled her eyes with a giggle. She expected that response.

"It's about the World Martial Arts Tournament."

"Oh yeah!!” Marron exclaimed. “That’s next week, right? What happened?"

"Mr. Satan retired. And I'm considering entering. I’m sure Trunks and my dad will too.”

Marron gasped and clasped her hands together joyfully. "Oh my God, Goten, you totally should!" Marron exclaimed, putting her hands on his knee. "It would be so cool! Plus, it'll be like a little vacation for us!"

"You really think so?"

"Of course! You'll do great!" Marron declared happily. She gently took his large hand in her smaller ones and stared deep into his eyes. "You've been training so hard these past few years. I know that better than anyone. You said you wanted to surpass Goku someday, right? Well this is your biggest chance. I’ll be your cheerleader the whole way!” Marron declared that as if it were a love declaration. But it didn’t matter what place he came in. To her, Son Goten was already number one.

Goten liked the sound of that. He sat up and stole a quick kiss from Marron's lips when she wasn't paying attention. He pulled back and saw that the blonde was staring down at her dress, a scarlet-red hue covering her cheeks from ear-to-ear.

“You're the best, Mar. And you're right. I'm entering. And I'm going to win!"

"W-W-Warn me before you do that! I-I-I wasn't ready!" She stammered out, fixing her hair to distract herself from the sudden kiss. It was only a moment, but she felt the love and appreciation he had for her in it.

A sly grin made it's way onto the half-Saiyan's lips. "Okay then. I'm warning you now."

Marron didn't have time to react as she screamed with laughter when he pounced on her a moment later. They fell back onto the grass together and started making out, not caring who saw them.

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It was almost dusk when Goten and Marron parted ways for the night. As the young Saiyan approached his home in the mountains from above, the sky had become a brilliant orange and red hue. It was like a wild flame slowly dying out into the calm darkness of the night. Sunsets were always soothing for him. When he was still a small child, Goten used to watch the sunset and think of his dad, wondering if he saw the same sunset from Other World.

Goten dropped down onto the grass in front of his house; smoke coming from the chimney. Goten smiled widely. He could smell dinner from here! "Oh boy! My favorite! Nothing beats Mom's cooking!"

“I’m home!” Goten called upon walking in.

“Hey kiddo! Grab a seat, it’s chow time!” Goku waved to his son, already seated at the table.

Chi-Chi placed the last plate on the table and then sat down herself. “Welcome home, honey!”

Goten sat down and together the family of three started eating. Chi-Chi paced herself while the boys ate in typical Son fashion-- as if it were their last meal ever (and seemingly never even came up to breathe). Chi-Chi sighed with a smile. She was used to it by now.

“Man Chi-Chi, you outdid yourself! This is really great!!” Goku exclaimed and went back for a fifth helping. “Your food is the best in the whole world!”

Chi-Chi touched her cheeks, bashfully smiling. She was even blushing a bit. “Oh, stop teasing, Goku. You're embarrassing me!”

“I’m serious!” Goku continued.

“Um, Mom…” Goten started hesitantly. He scratched the side of his cheek, thinking how to word his next question. “Sorry to ask this so suddenly, but… can I take a week off from school?” He said and then braced himself for the ‘no.’

Without flinching, Chi-Chi put down the tea she was sipping and smiled. “Planning a romantic getaway with your girlfriend~? I don’t mind, but if something happens are you prepared to take responsibility? A girl’s virginity is a special thing, Goten!”

Goten instantly did a spit take. He hacked and coughed and Goku patted him on the back. Once the teen caught his breath, he went pure red from embarrassment. Or was it from shock? Probably both.

“What I do with Mar is none of--- W-Wait! There’s no romantic getaway!” Goten practically shouted.

Talking about that type of stuff with Trunks was one thing, but it was the absolute LAST topic of conversation Son Goten ever in a million years wanted to have with his mother.

“Oh honey, stop being so dramatic. I’m no fool. I know how much you two love each other, it’s only natural!”

“Mom! Enough! I’m not talking about this with you!”

In the years since Buu, most things didn’t bother the Son matriarch anymore. Chi-Chi let things slide. She even started wearing her hair down or in a ponytail more often than not. And became brazent with her playful teasing. Too brazent for Goten’s own good. First Gohan, now him. Goku almost felt bad for them. Almost. He found it amusing.

Goten slapped his cheeks and quickly shook off the image before his mind could wander any further to any thoughts that might make him not able to ride the Flying Nimbus anymore.

“Besides, 18 would kill me, revive me with the Dragon Balls, and then kill me again!!” Goten said, getting a laugh from his parents. They were laughing because they knew he was right.

“Of course, honey. Now what’s the real reason?” She knew Goten would likely skip anyway. Goten didn’t think she knew, but she did. She was smarter than she looked. But still, she appreciated that he came to them first, whatever the reason was.

“I want to enter the World Tournament.” Goten declared, surprising both of his parents.

“I’m in too!!” Goku replied with the same confident grin his son had. Goku had a feeling Goten would. “There’s this guy I’ve been keeping an eye on lately. He’s got some insane power within him, more than he realizes. I have a hunch he’ll be entering the Tournament next week.”

Though he didn’t say this aloud, Son Goku had another reason he wanted to enter the Tournament. A lesson that his master had taught him long ago.

“A hunch?” Chi-Chi asked, somewhat worried. She had gotten used to the peace again. They all had. The last thing she wanted was another creep with an inflated ego dragging her boys into another universal death battle. “Sounds like bad news to me.”

“No need to worry. This guy’s totally pure of heart.” Goku replied, easing his wife’s fears.

“So who is he then?” Goten said, in between heaps of food. “Do we know him?”

Goku flashed his signature wide grin. “Sorry! Not telling. You’ll have to wait and see for yourself!”

Goten slouched back in his seat and frowned. “That’s lame. You’re no fun.”

“We’ll have to train for the Tournament just to be sure! I have a feeling this is gonna be a fun one!”

“Yeah!”

“I had a feeling this day would come sooner or later.” Chi-Chi said, sighing slightly. It was tough for her seeing her baby boy growing up into a man. He was almost done highschool, in a loving committed relationship, and now following in his father’s footsteps as a fighter. Soon he’d be out of the house and out on his own. The thought almost made her tear up, but she supported him nonetheless. The Son matriarch excused herself from the dinner table to hurry into the hall closet and pulled out a large white box with a bow on it.

Upon returning, Chi-Chi glanced to Goku for a moment and then handed her son the box. “I know your eighteenth birthday isn’t for a while, but I… we wanted you to have this before your big day. I made it myself.”

Goten raised an eyebrow at the box, shaking it slightly. It didn’t sound like a game or anything like that was inside. Now he was really curious. He carefully lifted the lid off of the box to see a brand new gi. His current one was fine and all, but it was getting a little too small and worn out over the past months of consistent training.

“Whoa! This is…” He gasped.

It was an orange gi, much like his father had worn for decades. But what made it different from Goku’s was instead of blue, Goten’s new gi had a black undershirt, and matching black belt, wristbands and boots.

Goten smiled as wide as could be as he lifted the gi out of the box to get a better look at it. “This is great! Thank you so much! I’m gonna go try it on!!” He said and ran to his bedroom to change.

Goku and Chi-Chi idled about in the meantime, cleaning up from dinner when the teenaged Saiyan returned shortly after.

Chi-Chi’s eyes lit up like stars while Goku proudly beamed from beside her.

“Oh, look at you! You look so handsome!” Chi-Chi gushed, fussing all over her son despite his protests. “You look just like your father did when he and I reunited at the Tournament all those years ago! Ahh, those were the days~!”

“Yup! Lookin’ just like his old man!” Goku said. “Except for the hair!”

“Hey! Don’t hate!” Goten whined. “This hairstyle is stylish!”

Goten had recently changed his hairstyle to stand out from his father. Instead of his father’s signature palm-tree hairstyle, Son Goten let his hair grow out. It still shot out in most directions, but was now much longer and shaggier, reached the back of his neck. He liked it a lot more. Even better, Marron said it made him look super cute. So he decided to stick with it!

“Training begins tomorrow!”

Goten smirked. He couldn’t wait.

The next day, Son Goku came into Goten’s room bright and early, ready to start. They didn’t have much time to prepare! He found the teen was curled up in a ball, clutching his pillow for dear life.

“Rise and shine, kiddo!” Goku swung open the curtains, bringing the hot bright rays of sunlight right onto Goten’s face.

Goten winced and half-opened one eye. “...Dad? It’s ...7 AM! On a Saturday. Come back in like three hours.” Goten grimaced and then pulled the covers over his head, hoping his father would go away. It was too early for this! He was in the middle of an awesome dream too!

“No way. We’ve only got six days till the tournament! We’re gonna train for three days, and then rest for three days.” Goku said and yanked the covers off the bed entirely. “We’re getting breakfast out on the road, so get up or you’ll miss it!”

Goten groaned even louder than before, finally sitting up. The teen rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly. His hair shot out in every direction even more so than normal. Under most circumstances he wouldn’t mind early morning training, but his bed was too comfy to leave it right now! If he went back to sleep now, maybe he could continue the dream he was having! “Can’t today be a rest day?”

“Nope. Now be outside in ten minutes or your mother said no dinner for you!” Goku grinned teasingly, knowing that was his son’s weakness.

“Oh come onnn! That’s--. Ugh. Fiiine!” Goten whined. “Cheater.”

After brushing his teeth (still half asleep) Goten threw on his new gi. Knowing how their sparring sessions usually went, he hoped it wouldn’t get destroyed after not even having it a full day.

He tiredly dragged his feet out to the kitchen where his mother was waiting for him.

“Never shoulda entered this stupid Tournament…” He mumbled to himself and yawned again.

Chi-Chi shook her head, laughing. “Oh hush. It’s not that bad. You know how your father gets in times like this.”

“Yeah, yeah. He could’ve at least waited another hour though!” Goten said and then went outside to see his father talking with Gohan as little Pan ran around at their feet.

“Oh, hey Gohan!” Goten said happily.

“I see Dad’s puttin’ you through the ringer, huh?” Gohan chuckled when he saw his brother drag his feet out onto the grass. “I was down that road plenty of times growing up.”

Goku had traded his signature orange gi for a blue gi with dark bluish-green pants, black shoes and orange wristbands. He still dearly treasured the Turtle School colors, but wanted something different for a change.

“Uncle Goten!!” Pan cried happily. The toddler wore a little red gi, a present she got from Goku and Chi-Chi for Christmas the previous winter. Pan jumped into the air and came flying at him like a football player trying to take down the quarterback.

Goten braced himself for the hug just as Pan slammed into him, laughing. “Hey, squirt!”

“I’m not a squirt, I grew two inches!”

Pan giggled. She loved her uncle so much. He was like a big kid, but also an adult! Pan didn’t really get how that was possible, but she just wanted to be just like him. He showed her all the funnest games, and always knew all the coolest places to go! Plus whenever he visited he always snuck her candy when Gohan wasn’t looking.

“Guess what Uncle Goten? Daddy says I can enter the World Toonament!”

Goten couldn’t help but laugh at her pronunciation of the word tournament. “Wait, what? You’re sure it’s okay if she enters, Gohan?”

Gohan nodded. “When she heard Mr. Satan used to be the Champ, it’s all she wanted to do. Videl and I agreed that since there’s no threats anymore, it wouldn’t be a big deal. There’s no Junior division this time, but we’ll all be there anyway. So no harm done.”

“You’re right about that! Besides, I think she can give Goten a challenge!” Goku said, winking up at Pan.

Pan tugged on Goten’s pant leg. “Is it true you’re comin’ fishin’ with us?”

“Sure is, Pan! Come on! You can ride on my shoulders!” Goten said and picked the little one up. She felt so tall!

“Alright, we’re heading off!” Goku said. Pan cheered while Goten smirked and pumped his fists. Now that he was fully awake, he was ready for action.

Gohan trusted his father more than anyone else in the world. He went over to affectionately pat his daughter’s head. “Bye, Panny. Be good for Grandpa and Uncle Goten!”

“Okay Daddy!”

And with that, the three were off. Gohan watched them go and then went back inside for his morning coffee.

The three followed the dirt path to a pretty meadow nearby. Dew glistened on the blades of grass, as the sun continued making its way over the mountain horizon. A river gently flowed into a waterfall that spilled into a sprawling crystal clear lake.. It brought back a wave of nostalgia for Goku as he could remember the countless times he went here to fish with Grandpa Gohan growing up.

Goten placed Pan down and stretched as the toddler immediately ran over to the river’s edge and stared in awe.

"Alright before we start training, whaddya say we get some breakfast? I’m starving!" Goku said, already prepping.

"Sure! I got it covered! I’ll get us some fish!”

"My favorite!” Goku said. No matter how many times he ate Paozu tuna, it didn’t get old.

In the meantime, Goku gathered firewood and then fired a tiny ki blast to start a fire. Pan helped by throwing sticks to make it bigger. He placed three large wooden stakes over the fire, one for each of them to roast their breakfast on.

Goten got down to his boxers and dove into the river. It was cold, yet refreshing. If he wasn't fully awake yet, he was now. The teen swam around a bit until some huge fish caught his eye. Common for this area, the Paozu fish were at least five times his size, and normally blue and white in color (but there were other colorations as well). Four of them spotted Goten at once and rushed towards their prey, each with the intent to swallow him whole.

Goten became motionless, waiting for the right moment. As the first approached, he swam down and kicked it in the side, killing it instantly. The teen then disposed of the other three aquatic attackers in a similar fashion.

Goten swam around and gathered his food. One for each of them and one extra! They could split the last one.

With their breakfast caught, the three generations of Sons sat around the fire, enjoying the morning together while they ate their breakfast in typical Saiyan fashion.

Goku burped and rubbed his stomach upon finishing. “Man, that hit the spot! Now it’s time for training!”

“I wanna train too, Grandpa!” Pan exclaimed.

Goku ruffled Pan’s hair, making her giggle. “You like flying, right?” He asked, knowing the answer already.

“Mhmm!” The four-year old gleefully said, raising her little hands into fists.

“Alright, well how about this? I want you to fly around the world as fast as you can!”

Pan’s little eyes lit up. “Really? Okay! Can Uncle Goten come with me??!”

Goten laughed and knelt down to be on eye level with the toddler. “I’d love to, Panny, but I gotta train! Next time I’ll go with you! And I’ll show you something real cool!”

“Pinky promise?” She said, holding up her little finger.

“Of course.” Goten grinned and they shook on it.

“Alright, bye Grandpa! Bye Uncle Goten!! I’ll be back soon!!” Pan waved and took off to the east.

Once Pan was out of sight, the Son boys could truly focus on their training.

“So, what’s on the agenda??”

"Okay, Goten. First, I need you to power up as high as you can possibly go." Goku folded his arms and smiled confidently. "I know things have been easy in these peace times, but I wanna see the progress you've made. You've been training primarily with Trunks, right?"

Goten nodded. "Yeah. At first it was pretty casual but these past two years or so we've really gotten serious."

Goku had full faith in his son. Though Goten was suppressing his energy, Goku could feel the sheer amount of power he had within him. In his fight with Buu, even as a child, Goten showed glimpses having more potential than even Gohan. At only seven years old, he became a Super Saiyan just by sparring for fun. And when fused together, Gotenks was one of the strongest fighters in the entire universe.

"...Alright, then. Here goes!" Goten smirked. He then took a deep breath and let out a mighty roar as his power skyrocketed. "HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

A wild golden aura erupted around the teenager's body while lighting violently sparked around him. Goten's muscles bulged somewhat while his shaggy hair stood completely upright, becoming sharp and jagged. First, Goten's eyes turned to an emerald green. Then, his dark black hair became the signature golden-yellow. The lightning increased in intensity as Goten didn't stop there and kept powering up until a burst of light shot from the teens body.

There stood Son Goten in a fully-powered Super Saiyan 2 state. The splitting image of his father. His facial features were relaxed and he was in complete control of his energy; a far cry from ten years ago when he had gotten carried away at the Tournament.

"How's this?" Goten asked, smirking slightly. “At first, it took a lot of rage to transform, like I had to picture Majin Buu hurting Mar or Mom again. But it’s easy now!”

"Amazing, Goten! Wow! I'm so proud of you!" Goku beamed with pride at how far his son has come. At only seventeen years old, Son Goten had mastered Super Saiyan 2. Goku wouldn't be surprised if he was on the edge of unlocking Super Saiyan 3!

"Me and Trunks are just about equals."

Equals?! They were equals? If that really was the case, Goku could truly put his worries about leaving the earth to the next generation to rest. "No wonder You got so strong so fast!"

"How would you compare us to Majin Buu? Like a ballpark."

"You mean the evil one? Hard to say exactly, but you're definitely stronger than Vegeta and I were at the time. If both of you attacked together at full power, you could have possibly beaten him before he split good from evil and lost most of his power. But you know more than anyone how unpredictable Buu can be. Even though he's good now, you have to be careful. If you get matched up against him, you can't afford many mistakes against a guy like that.”

Goten pumped his fists happily. "Right! Thanks, Dad! So, what now?"

"Power down to normal. Goku said and slipped into a fighting stance. "Let's have a quick spar. This time, no transforming.”

"Huh? Are you sure? But you'll kick my ass!"

"I wouldn't be so sure about that. I'm gettin' old ya know! Now come on.”

Goten nodded and after a deep breath, his hair and eyes returned to their normal black color. He clenched his fists and then slipped into a fighting stance. “Just watch the gi, okay? It’s brand new, and I was hopin’ to surprise Mar with it.”

Goku smirked. “Sure. I’ll let you have the first move.”

“You’ll regret that!!” Goten instantly burst forward, appearing as only a blur. He swung a volley of powerful kicks directly at his father's face.

Goku smirked as dodged with ease but Goten was relentless. Kick after kick he didn't stop. That continued until Goku grabbed Goten by the leg, and prepared to counter. "Got ya."

"Not so fast!" With his other leg, Goten swung but that too was caught. Goten squirmed and fought to break loose, but Goku’s grip only tightened. Growling, Goten spread his arms wide, unleashing an Explosive Wave at point blank range.

Goku was hit dead on and lost his grip, staggering back somewhat as Goten landed. "OWW! Good one! That actually hurt! But I'm not even getting started yet!"

Goku vanished from sight and reappeared behind his son. Goten swerved around just in time to see his father pulling his fist back, ready to strike.

However the blow went right through his son as if it were an illusion.

“An afterimage...” Goku said, smirking.

Two copies of Goten reappeared to Goku’s side. Then, the real Goten appeared from above and swung a ferocious kick at Goku, but that too was nothing but an illusion.

“W-What?!” Goten exclaimed and jumped backwards, searching around for his father’s energy.

“I invented that move! Ya gotta be better than that!!” Goku said from a few yards away, smiling mischievously with his arms crossed.

Goten ran towards Goku again, but this time Goku vanished completely. The teen flipped backwards just as Goku came into sight, narrowly dodging the counter. Goten burst forward and immediately slammed Goku in the back of the head, this time hitting finally it’s mark.

Goku was sent careening down towards the ground, but he caught himself and safely landed on his own two feet. He winced, rubbing his head where Goten hit him. “He’s tougher than I remember!”

Goten continued his assault, flying down towards his father and firing multiple energy waves at Goku.

Goku deflected the blasts away from himself, sending the blasts far away from the fight to explode in the distance. Goten charged a bigger blast in his left hand, firing it directly forward. Goku stayed absolutely still, waiting for Goten's blast. At the last moment, Goten curved the blast up and it exploded into multiple blasts that shot in every direction, wildly zig-zagging around without any sense of direction or course.

Goku watched each blast intensely, waiting for the right moment.

“He’s distracted!” Goten blasted forwards, head first, at full force, slamming directly into Goku’s back.

Pulling his arms back into the signature pose, Goten his hands together. “KAAAAA… MEEEEE…” The blue energy began to build as Goten’s ki spiked. “HAAAAA… MEEEEE…”

Goku recovered and came to a sliding halt on the grassy terrain. The Saiyan hadn’t felt this excited in years. Goku smirked and raised his power level to match Goten’s. Just then, Goten vanished.

Goku’s eyes widened and crossed his arms over his face, just as Goten appeared in front of him.

“HAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

The blast hit Goku dead on, creating a super massive explosion that could be felt all the way at the Son house from far away.

Goten jumped backwards to gain distance. The teen hovered there, his senses on full awareness, waiting for his father to emerge from the smoke. A palm-tree hairstyle and bluish-green gi appeared through the smoke soon enough, completely unharmed. He was smiling!

“I see you’ve finally mastered the Instant Transmission. Great work!” Goku grinned, folding his arms.

The Instant Transmission technique. Goten had asked his father to teach him the attack about two years ago when he started his training. Right around the time he started dating Marron. Goten motives were as clear as day.

“Yeah! Thanks again!” Goten said.

“You won’t fool me twice with that move though. Come on, let’s keep going!”

“You bet.”

They rushed each other at the same time and collided. A powerful yet invisible tremor shook the area as their fists met. The father and son duo crashed blow for blow as they rose higher in the air. Their attacks grew more intense the higher they went.

Eventually they disappeared, and could only be seen by the tremors echoing throughout the grassy training grounds.

At first, Goten traded blows evenly with his dad, countering each blow with ease. But as their struggle continued, Goku slowly raised his power and started overwhelming his father. He managed to land a crushing blow to the gut, making Goten falter. Goku went to punch him but Goten phased out of the way, reappearing some significant distance away and hid his energy singal.

“Now’s my chance!”

Goten got into position and powered up to full. In an instant he pulled his hands back, charged two blue blasts of ki in his hands and fired. The beam exploded in a marvelous blue light, hitting its target dead on. “Gotcha.”

Goten waited for movement. But when the smoke cleared and Goku was gone! The teen growled when he saw his father simply dusting off his gi on the grass below.

“Dammit! He’s not even hurt!”

To Goku’s own surprise, he was just a bit out of breath. ”If I’m not careful, he actually may get the advantage. He’s even further along in his training than I originally thought.” He smirked and then raised his hands close to the center of his face with his fingers spread out toward his eyes. “This was fun, Goten, but you’re not winning this fight.”

Goten braced himself and shut his eyes. “Oh crap!”

“SOLAR FLARE!”

A blinding white light exploded from the Saiyan father’s body as if a second sun was right there on the battlefield with them, covering everything in sight.

Despite being temporarily blind, Goten’s other senses kicked into high gear. He felt where Goku was going to appear and attempted to counter, but missed every attack. Goku simply side-stepped or caught everything Goten threw at him.

Goku smirked, reappearing right behind his son. "Come on! Focus! You're better than that, Goten!" He said right before flipping behind Goten and kneeing his son right in the back.

Goten was flown forward as he grunted from the impact of the hard hit, trying to regain control of his body as his sight finally began returning to him.

Goku pursued his son, pounding him into the ground causing cracks and the ground itself to rise up from the impact. Goku then grabbed his son by the legs and threw him into the air. Goku flew straight up, stopping above Goten. He threw a punch at Goten but Goten managed to duck, countering with a jab to the gut.

Goku vanished and kicked his son upwards, and with a flare his energy unleashed a monstrous kiai that had Goten flying backwards, unable to recover.

A boot connected with the boy’s face and he was sent shooting towards the ground yet again.

“Try and stop this one!!” Goku cried and unleashed a volley of rapid-fire blasts. Goten’s head was still spinning from the kick, so he didn’t have time to block the dozens of golden Ki spheres that crashed into his body one after another seemingly without end.

Finally, Goku built up one last, super-large energy ball for the final attack.

Goten had just enough time to land on his feet and catch the ball of ki. He grunted as he felt himself being pushed back, but with a flare of his aura--almost turning Super Saiyan until he remebered the rule, managed to send it flying away. A massive explosion echoed from afar where the impact was.

Goku floated above him with his hands on his hips, smiling proudly.

Goten heaved and huffed, now feeling exhausted as if he sweat from his brow. He really could have kept going, but decided against it and shook his head. “I’m done for now. You win....” He said and plopped down on the grass.

The fight was over. Goku grinned and flashed dual victory signs. “You did amazing, Goten. Really had me there!”

“One of these days, I swear, the shoe is gonna be on the other foot!” Goten declared in between heavy breaths. At least his gi didn’t get ruined.

“And I think that day will be sooner rather than later.” Goku smiled and sat down next to Goten on the grass as they waited for Panny to come back.

Only six days remain until the 28th World Martial Arts Tournament begins!

#dragon ball #dbz #goten #marron #marten #goten x marron #goku #chichi

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Youre a florence fan so you probably already noticed but 'all this and heaven too' is such an aziraphale song

oh i am very aware my friend i think about it every goddamn day. and it’s a tuesday morning at the end of summer so we are going to take this opportunity to discuss other florence songs that are Them. on occasion we scream about this in the groupchat, credit to my dear comrades @genderqueercrowley @saaliyah @aziraphvle @femmeaziraphale and @philosapphor

all this and heaven too as you said is the aziraphale song. i can’t even quote it because every word of it is literally his arc. i would give all this and heaven too to understand this love i feel, to tell you what i feel for you, i just can’t manage to say it right, i trip over the words, i say it wrong, i run away, and this is too important for my inadequate tongue, and god, i would give everything, my divinity too, to just say it right, even once. also like aziraphale thinking about how the heart speaks in “the grand deeds of great men and the smallest of gestures” about all the things crowley does for him like………………..it gets me lads

i’ve said it before….heavy in your arms is the angstier The Aziraphale Song. “Is it worth the wait, all this killing time? / Are you strong enough to stand protecting both your heart and mine?” makes me so wild ‘is it worth the wait?’ is literally the title of my angsty pining aziraphale playlist, because god, aziraphale doubts that it is. he sees crowley waiting for him, patient, so goddamn patient, never pushing, never prodding, doing the legwork to keep their friendship, their love, alive, because aziraphale is afraid to even look at it square, recognize what it means to him; am i worth all this? am i worth this wait? can you stand it? what if this is all i can give you? could you stand it? does it hurt, carrying all this? ‘my love has concrete feet,’ crowley, ‘my love’s an iron ball, wrapped around your ankles over the waterfall,’ my love could destroy you. ‘this will be my last confession, ‘i love you’ never felt like any blessing, whispering like it’s a secret,’ low voices in a car in soho, bathed in pink light, handing it over with trembling hands, crowley’s hope, rising, for the first time in a long time, i’ll give you a life, anywhere you want to go, ‘only to condemn the one who hears it with a heavy heart,’ you go too fast for me, crowley. this is all there is, crowley, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, it could destroy you. don’t go unscrewing the cap. hold it in your hands, know it’s there, but please, don’t go unscrewing the cap. “I was a heavy heart to carry / my beloved was weighed down / my arms wrapped around his neck / my fingers laced to crown / i was a heavy heart to carry / but he never let me down / when he had me in his arms, / my feet never touched the ground” like. god crowley takes care of him, he’s never once let him down, never pushed him to give him anything he wasn’t comfortable with except literally something to protect himself in case all that love he gave him got him into trouble, and like. god when aziraphale lets himself really look at the magnitude of all that love.

Moderation is so crowley it kills me. “Want me to love you in moderation / do i look moderate to you?” like. you go too fast for me crowley, but, how am i supposed to slow down? how am i supposed to love you less, quieter, slower, i feel it burning inside me, this constant buzzing under my skin, reaching for you, ‘you got me searching for validation’ this is what i am, aziraphale, “I never made it with moderation / no, i never understood,” even in heaven, aziraphale, even before all these jagged edges, ‘bow your head in the house of god, / little girl, who do you think you are?’ i’ve always been this, i don’t know any other way, please, i’m so full of it, “can’t hold it back / can’t take the tension / oh, i’m trying to be good / want me to love you in moderation / oh, don’t you know, i wish i could” i wish i could slow down for you, stop asking for more than you want to give, and i’m trying, i really am, but i don’t know how. i don’t know how to slow down. i’m trying to be good, aziraphale, it’s that quintessential gut-wrenching line we all write, ‘I didn’t want to go too fast for you.’

Haunted House is just like. god all that repression. florence really wrote an azcrow ep months before the show dropped. aziraphale is an angel, he’s not supposed to have doubts or desires, he’s not supposed to love, even, really, beyond that general, all-encompassing sort of benevolent love, that love of God through Her creations. he’s certainly not supposed to love a demon, and fuck, that scares him. “My heart is like a haunted house / there’s things in there that scratch about / they make their music in the night / and in the day they give me such a fright,” and it’s easy, when he’s with crowley, to forget all that. it’s easy to forget his duties, easy to give in, let himself be blushing and selfish and in love and loved, but when crowley isn’t there, it’s harder. the doubt comes in, the fear, heaven’s party line, yet still, “wish i could find a way to let them out” it’s that all this and heaven too shit, that fuck, i would give anything to give myself over to it, understand what i feel and what you’re giving to me, give you the same in return shit. and oh, the melancholy of “do you remember, / winding your arm around my shoulder? / as we wandered round the hill? / now i’m in that fog forever, / in full collaboration with the weather, cause / i’m not free yet, i’m not free yet, i’m not free yet, i’m not free yet, i’m not free at all” god it’s so much the bandstand, all those lovely memories they share, those stolen moments, all that love, you see it naked in his eyes when crowley asks him to run away, for a moment, it is enough, because it’s everything, it’s all he has, for a moment, it’s like he does understand it all, grasps it in his hand, fragile, but then he remembers. i’m not free at all, or maybe–and god this gets me, the way florence sings it, with the lilting oohs, because it sounds like i’m not free at all, but it also sounds like, i’m not free yet. not yet.

Big God is so crowley. “You need a big god, / big enough to hold your love / you need a big god / big enough to fill you up,” because there’s this grace-shaped hole in Crowley, and like. i’m a firm disciple of the crowley doesn’t regret falling church, that it hurt and hell sucks, but he’s proud of it, he’s proud that he broke away from heaven, even if he didn’t mean to, and sometimes he entertains the what if, what if i were an angel too, could things be different, if we were on the same side? but it’s still that horrible hole, that rejection, and there’s both this cavernous need in him and this great font of overflowing love, and he needs somewhere to put it. it’s that glass essay, “you remember too much / my mother said to me recently / why hold onto all that? and i said, / where can i put it down?” it’s that fleabag, “I don’t know what to do with it. with all this love i have for her. I don’t know where to put it now.” he aches with all the things he’s lost, even if he doesn’t want them back; it’s hard, sometimes, to remember the reasons you left someone or something once you’re gone, especially if where you go isn’t much better. sometimes, it’s easier to remember the good, to get you through the bad, and i think that’s part of what has crowley so shuttered in rome, after the crucifixion. he was a son of god too, once, and just like christ, god through him under the bus. let him suffer for some great cosmic plan, like it’s all part of the plan is supposed to make the holes in his hands hurt less. but then aziraphale finds him, drinking this shitty wine in this shitty bar in this shitty place, and he sees that he’s hurting, and he reaches out, invites him to lunch. it’s boo saying “I’ll take it,” all that love you had for her, “no, i’m serious. it sounds lovely. I’ll have it.” and he’s saying, for the next two thousand years, “shower your affection, let it rain on me / don’t leave me on this white cliff / let it slide down to the sea;” if you want my love, you can have it, you can have it all, every bit of it, but please, don’t leave me hanging. don’t let me dangle / at a cruel angle / where my feet don’t touch the floor. but he understands, he does. he was once exactly where aziraphale was, trapped with nowhere to go, and he understands how hard it is to find choices when heaven is so committed to making you think you have none. “You keep me up at night / to my messages, you do not reply,” and that stings, that aziraphale isn’t quite where he is yet, but he does understand, “I still like you the most / you’ll always be my favorite ghost.” I can wait, I can wait.

because these have been so painful, we’re doing You’ve Got the Love next i know it’s a cover, but still. god it’s complicated and it hurts sometimes, but the love they have is so strong and so beautiful; if it wasn’t, it would’ve collapsed under all that weight. The apocalypse comes, and they get each other through it. “Sometimes I feel like saying ‘Lord, I just don’t care,’ / but you’ve got the love i need to see me through.” When they get low, have doubts, get scared, they’re both there to pick each other up. We can do this, together, I’m here for you. “Sometimes, it seems like the going is just too rough / and things go wrong no matter what I do,” all the times aziraphale has gotten himself in these situations, the bastille, the church, all the times crowley’s own demonic wiles have come to bite him in the ass, “Now and then, it seems that life is just too much,” what the fuck is crowley supposed to do about a demonic ring of fire around the whole of London? what’s he supposed to do with that?? satan rises from the earth, what are they supposed to do about that! aziraphale has a flaming sword but he hasn’t fought in millennia and satan is the size of a goddamn skyscraper. this is satan himself, they are fucked, “But you’ve got the love I need to see me through,” crowley always shows up to save him, just in time, and you cannot tell me crowley wasn’t clinging to that love, his desperation to get to the end of the world, find aziraphale, save it all so they can keep being two married idiots who are too stupid to even know that they’re married; do something, or i’ll never talk to you again, and crowley does something, because that just won’t do, letting aziraphale down, he’ll alter reality itself, because creating a pocket dimension to step into for a few minutes is easier to imagine than aziraphale never talking to him again. And when aziraphale says, you’re something much better than heaven incarnate, you’re human incarnate, he looks at crowley, and he finally lets himself see. he sees it all, all the love crowley has for him, all the love he has for crowley, and sees, god, i was an idiot, how could i ever think some stupid white building with assholes on hoverboards was better than this. we’re with you, adam, whatever you choose, we’re on our side, “When food is gone, you are my daily meal, oh / when friends are gone, I know my savior’s love is real / you know it’s real.” They are on! their own! side! they’re both renounced, but it doesn’t matter, they have each other, and they save each other, they put their heads together and they fool heaven and hell both, just in time for lunch.

time for aziraphale to ask, are you hurting the one you love? because it’s far too perfect. “Are you hurting the one you love? / When they watched the walls and the ticking clock, / Are you hurting the one you love? And it was something you could not stop,” all that time Aziraphale kept Crowley waiting, because he was too afraid to give himself over, doesn’t know if he ever could, can’t even admit that he wants to, and he wants to tell crowley, you don’t have to wait for me. I don’t expect you to wait for me, but he knows exactly what crowley would say. He’d tell him what he tells him every time he watches him eat, shows up when he needs up, deals with his fussy hissy fits and his neuroses, deals with his repression and his refusal to admit that they’re even friends, oh, but i do have to wait. i don’t mind. i want no one else. “Are you hurting the one you love? / you say you’ve found Heaven, but you can’t find God,” literally the scene in the street. he rejects crowley again because he’s clinging to the last shreds of his naive faith in heaven, we’re told in the previous episode that aziraphale is gullible, that he’s so desperate to do good, be good, be what he’s supposed to be, that he’s easily fooled by people telling him they’ll help him do it. and the angels accost him in the street, and he finally gives up on heaven, but he’s still got faith in God, all i have to do is get in touch with the right people, but the right people won’t pick up. they’ll leave him on hold and then send him to voicemail. and crowley never sends him to voicemail. “Are you hurting the one you love? You say you got to heaven, but it wasn’t enough,” he’s sent, unintentionally, to heaven, and they tell him to fall in line, get ready for war, but heaven is empty. it’s not enough, it really isn’t, and when he says, demons can, he’s admitting that he and crowley really aren’t that different. heaven and hell are just names and a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. “Are you hurting the one you love? / You’d like to stay in heaven but the rules are too tough,” If Heaven Bans Me For Fucking This Demon I Will Face God And Walk Backwards Into Hell

I’m always emo about 100 years but especially for them, in those fragile eleven years before the apocalypse, especially those few days when they realize, horrified, that they weren’t even taking care of the right fkcing kid, and they’re still holding onto that desperate hope that they can stop it, somehow, still. “I believe in you, / and in our hearts, we know the truth,” we know how we feel about each other, angel, we’re on our side, “and i believe in love, and the darker it gets, the more i do,” they are pulling closer and closer together, spiraling towards each other, as things get more and more chaotic, “try and fill us with your hate and we will shine a light / and the days will become endless / and never turn to night,” fuck heaven and hell both, the world is a beautiful place, it deserves to exist, and they will save it, “then it’s just too much / i cannot get you close enough,” we could go off together, crowley’s scared, he’s so desperate to save the world but when it comes down to it, he’ll settle for saving aziraphale, it might as well be the same thing, to him, the world and aziraphale, “a hundred arms, a hundred years / you can always find me here,” how long have we been friends? six thousand years. no matter what, they always come back to one another. no matter what, they always come through for one another. i can’t have you risking your life, not even for something dangerous, “and Lord, don’t let me break this / let me hold it lightly,” crowley, desperately trying to be moderate, crowley, saying in every goddamn post-apocalypse fanfic, ‘I didn’t want to go too fast for you,’ “Give me arms to pray with / instead of ones that hold too tightly,” it’s crowley, angry and shouting, show me a great plan, and it’s aziraphale, begging, lord, give me the strength to let go of this, of earth, of crowley, give me the certainty that your plan is Good., and god, i’ve thought about actually writing a scene inspired by this so many times because it kills me so sweetly, “I let him sleep, and as he does / my held breath fills the room with love / hurts in ways I can’t describe / my heart bends and breaks so many, many times / and is born again with each sunrise,” god, crowley sitting at the edge of the bed after they’ve finally fallen into it together, and aziraphale is asleep in the aftermath of it, and crowley is shaking, he doesn’t know why; he just never thought he’d have this. he thought he’d spend the rest of eternity in this yearning, he’s the dog that caught the car, he doesn’t know what to do with it, and he’s staring at his sleeping face, and he’s thinking, surely, aziraphale is going to wake up and realize what he’s done, and he’ll be very kind about it when he tells him it was a mistake, it can’t happen again, but oh, it will hurt, and he’s not sure he can survive another six thousand years of wanting when he’s had a taste of what it’s like to have him. and then aziraphale shifts, sighs, opens his eyes just a crack and frowns at him, puts his hand on his wrist and pulls at him, what are you doing? come back to bed, darling, you must be cold, and his heart is born again with this new sunrise.

speaking of them finally falling into bed together 👀 bedroom hymns. if i write more smut for them it’s going to be blasphemous and it’s going to be titled from bedroom hymns. i’ve already written about it here, but god, i’m obsessed with it. in case yall haven’t heard yet my life’s thesis is god is love is god; you speak to god through a lover the same way you speak to god through prayer; loving someone is loving god. there is no tangible god who’s going to hold your hand at night, wipe your brow when you’re feverish, rub your feet at the end of a long day, sooth you when you cry, reach things for you that you can’t reach, walk with you at the museum and laugh at your jokes, do your laundry when you can’t, call you when they haven’t heard from you in a while, nag you to eat, @bassicallyelora wrote an absolutely fucking stunning poem about that i think about constantly. God, wherever he is, is very far away, but we aren’t. we’re right here. and i say lover, but i really mean love, of any sort, a lover, yes, but your friends, your family, your dog, the plants you water, the hive in your backyard. love IS god. you worship god by loving the people, the life, around you. ‘yes, i know, god’s silence never breaks, but is / that really a problem? / there are thousands of voices, after all’ like maybe i’ve got it all wrong but it’s not the nebulous concept of god wherever he is or may be that needs loving, but his creations. Corinthians 13. i believe in the light within, the spark of divinity in all of us, and i think love is that divinity in me, speaking to the divinity in you, and the conversation between them. it’s more than language and more, even, than touch. but also, this isn’t a post about that, it’s about azcrow, and i’m gay and christian and i was raised southern baptist and Blasphemy Is Hot And The Devil Is Sexy. literally i picture it, that trope of aziraphale’s hands falling to crowley’s belt, crowley’s hand stilling them, his hesitation, that what if you Fall?, and aziraphale freezes, and then he kisses him, whispers, “this is as good a place to Fall as any.” he’d rather fall than go without this; and the act between them, it’s a covenant, I love you, i am devoted to you, i will worship you. god just read the ask i gotta move on. also the second part of this orpheus and eurydice au in which they literally make make a covenant and crowley is aziraphale’s disciple (i’ve said it before! i’ll say it again! the jesus and fucking john of it!!!!) and crowley literally fucking says to him, in this fanfic i read with these two eyes, “let me build you nations, baby, and all the peoples of the world will be blessed through you.” god religion is hot if you’re not a coward about it.

Falling……is so fucking crowley. jesus christ i can hardly stand it “I’ve fallen out of favor and I’ve fallen from grace,” tough enough to handle, given that he literally Fell from god’s favor and from Her Grace, and then fell out of satan’s favor by betraying hell, but then the gut punch, “Fell in your opinion when i fell in love with you,” the thing is, aziraphale is afraid of crowley’s love. he doesn’t think it should be possible, a demon, and he’s afraid of what it means that crowley can love him, afraid of what it means that he wants that love and he loves him back. you go too fast for me, crowley. god. “Sometimes i wish for falling / wish for the release / wish for falling through the air / to give me some relief / because falling’s not the problem / when i’m falling i’m at peace / it’s only when i hit the ground that causes all the grief.” Crowley didn’t mean to Fall, but he made a choice. At some point, someone must have told him he’d better stop asking questions, and he chose not to, and in a way, the Fall was liberating. for one brief moment, he’d defied god, defied the Plan, made a choice for himself, chose to keep asking questions, chose to believe he deserved answers, and he was punished for it, but heaven told him he had no choices, but he proved them wrong. I have free will, i’m a person, I Fell. And it’s only when he landed in that furnace of ever-burning Sulfur that he found that hell is pretty much just a darker, more crowded Heaven. and he wishes there was another choice he could make, another Fall, even if what came after was worse, at least he’d have that moment of choice. turning his back on what he’s been told, and falling into an unknown, giving into that hope it’ll be better. and that’s pretty much exactly what he does, really, in choosing to defy the Divine Plan, defy hell, and Fall, again, but to earth.

I don’t have a lot of analysis for My Boy Builds Coffins, it’s just kind of that The Devil Is Hot thing again. aziraphale making peace with crowley’s tempting people to sin; his place in the ineffable plan. death isn’t something people like, or something they like to think about, but it Is And Must Be. In the world of Good Omens, hell is something people don’t like to think about, might wish didn’t exist, but it Is And Must Be. for there to be free will, for the choice to do good to mean something, there must also be the choice to do bad. “It’s not just for work, and it isn’t for play.” crowley’s philisophical about it all.

I’m not calling you a liar is just. Fuck i have A Lot of feelings about aziraphale’s trust issues, @philosapphor really fucked me up with drawing the parralel between “each man kills the thing he loves, […] the coward does it with a kiss” and aziraphale’s fear that loving crowley could get them both killed, the “I love you so much / I’m gonna let it kill me” of it; and heaven has heavy authoritarian vibes, and i think, constantly, about how impossibly difficult it must be for aziraphale to trust crowley. they’re both putting their lives in each other’s hands, but crowley has this idea that he’s going to be able to outsmart heaven and hell, dance circles around them, maneuver out of it if they’re caught, and aziraphale just doesn’t have that faith, about how he’s never known anything but heaven and it’s so, so much for him to put aside the propaganda and trust crowley as much as he does. he tries to fight it, loving him, tries to deny it, for both their sakes, but “There’s a ghost in my lungs / and it talks in my sleep / wraps itself around my tongue / as it softly speaks / then it walks, then it walks / with my legs / to fall, to fall, / to fall at your feet,” *john mulaney imitating annamarie tendler voice* jeSUS chRIST. he tries, but he can’t help it, he’s drawn to crowley like a planet around the sun, he can’t help but fall in beside him, to Fall at his feet, if necessary, “I’m not calling you a liar, / just don’t like to me,” he begs. please, don’t betray this trust i’m putting in you, please, love me the way i love you, fully, completely, purely, please don’t let this be some elaborate trap, “There but for the grace of God go I / And when you kiss me, I’m happy enough to die,” oh, but i am what god made me, and I’ll give anything to have another taste of you.

Miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children sucked but Wish That You Were Here is a fucking bop, and god, it’s just so them, the constant coming together, across continents and millenia, “you’re always on my mind / you’re always on my mind,” no matter where they go, they’ll always come back to each other, because they’re drawn there. “And I never minded being on my own / then something broke in me and i wanted to go home, / to be where you are,” god it’s so ‘lover, come over, look at what i done, i’ve been alone so long, i feel like i’m on the run.’ they’re both used to being alone, the idiot in the corner with a painted face, but they’re not, with each other, they’re home when they’re together. ‘i wanna hurry home to you.’ “I’m reaching out to you with every note I sing / and i hope it gets to you on some pacific wind / wraps itself around you and whispers in your ear, / tells you that i miss you and i wish that you were here,” god i’m so obsessed with them just. seeking each other’s company out, making up whatever excuse they have to to be beside each other, because that’s exactly what they do, that’s exactly what the Arrangement is. But it can never last, because Aziraphale always pulls away, “And if I stay, oh, I don’t know, / There’ll be so much that I’ll have to let go.” He’s so, so lonely, and Crowley is home, but he’s still afraid of letting go of Heaven, of losing it all, no matter what he gains.

NO CHOIR - BUT WE’RE ENDING ON A HIGH NOTE LADS BECAUSE HE DOES LET GO OF IT, “and it’s hard to write about being happy, ‘cause the older i get / i find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject / there will be no grand choirs to sing / no chorus will come in / about two people / sitting, doing nothing.” in the end, there’s not much to say. in the end, they leave it all behind, heaven and hell scrambling and furious, the bustle of london; they buy their little cottage on the south downs, and they go grocery shopping, and aziraphale attends the village book club, and crowley terrorizes the garden into making produce that wins them awards at the town faire, and they bicker about the thermostat and sometimes one of them gets in a mood and they fight about nothing at all, but at the end of the day, they’ll crawl into bed together and kiss each other goodnight, and in the evenings, they collapse on the sofa together and watch mindless television and bicker about the volume setting. “the loneliness never left me, I always took it with me,” these things stick with them; the doubts, the fears, the ache of loss, the trauma, the insecurity, “but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company.” and there are many names in history but none of them are ours, the history books forgot about us and the bible didn’t mention us, not even once, “and there will be no grand choirs to sing / no chorus will come in / no ballad will be written / this will be entirely forgotten.” and it might all still end up in a puddle of burning goo, there will be a second round, but “if tomorrow, it’s all over, at least we had it for a moment / oh, darling, things seem so unstable, / but for a moment, we were able to be still.”

not comprehensive but it’s literally 5k so we’re ending it here

#my magnum opus....it was all leading to this...........wow it's long #can yall tell i'm into fatm #long post #good omens #ineffable husbands #henry speaks #florence welch #pleinedelavie #henry writes

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sevenwonderwitch · 5 years

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Mare Temporis (Dracula retelling)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Fem!OC

AU: Victorian Gothic

Warnings: vampirism, blood play, satanism, death, reincarnation, witchcraft, abuse of women, arranged marriage, arson, burning at the stake

Summary: Eva Williams is a student at Miss. Robichuex school for exceptional young girls, learning to harness her powers and control them. However when a mysterious man moves into the mansion across the street, the girls at Miss. Robichuex’s begin to whisper, curiosity striking them. All except Eva, who could swear she’d known the blue eyed man at one time, perhaps even in another life.

Part One: In the Beginning

1692: Salem, Massachusetts

Eva looked around, it was almost night and surely her Uncle would be looking for her soon. As she turned once more to look towards the village, a pair of hands covered her eyes.

“Sorry I’m late.” She smiled, turning to see her beloved. Michael Langdon.

Meeting in secret wasn’t what she wanted. If she had her way, she would flaunt their love all over town. But she was merely the Reverend's niece, her own parents killed by natives. And he, he was the son of the town’s wealthiest merchant. The two of them could never be together publicly, he was already promised to someone else.

“My love.” He mumbled, pulling the cap from her hair and running his fingers through the bronze tresses. Her hair was as soft as silk, his fingers moving swiftly and easily through it as her hands came to rest on his shoulders.

“Michael.” She whispered softly, like a prayer before their lips met. He kissed her with fire, passion, all the love he had to give. It weakened her knees and made her heart race. No one could love her the way michael could.

“I’m going out on business.” He panted as their kiss broke, foreheads resting against each other, his hands caressed the sides of her face lovingly. “I’ll be gone for a few weeks. Will you be alright without me?” He whispered to her lovingly. He wished more than anything for her to be with him, to go on these trips. She smiled sadly, tilting her chin to kiss him once more.

“I’ll be right here once you return.”

The moment they shared was private, intimate, not meant for others eyes. But one did lurk, among the trees, watching, waiting.

As the lovers broke apart again, blissfully unaware of their spy, she turned and ran back to the village, the news she had to share with the Langdon’s would be the most fun game she’s played yet…..

Three weeks later:

Michael had returned home, eager to see his love and finding no trace of her. He searched quietly and was only given news when Goodie Baker pressed a crumbled letter into his hand.

“She wanted you to have this.” The woman said, tears streaming down her face. Before he could ask her why, the older woman darted away. Once Michael got home and to the sanctity of his room he opened it, sitting down at his desk to read it in the candle light.

My dearest Michael,

It seems your mother has found out about us. My beloved little sister seems to have betrayed me to her, out of jealousy? I do not know. But she is no longer an ally or a friend. I am utterly alone without you.

Your mother and father offered me great wealth in exchange for my silence and for me to walk away from you. From our relationship. It seems I am in the way of you marrying another, more appropriate lady. But I refused their money and now I will burn.

I do not regret loving you. I will never renounce it. I am only sorry we could not be in this lifetime.

Yours always,

Eva Elizabeth Williams

Michael’s blood ran cold, his eyes scanning the worm written words once more, tears pressing forward behind his eyes.

It all made sense to him now. Why his father had asked him to leave for business. It would be several days before his return. He had known that by making him leave it would give them the time they needed to destroy the only thing Michael ever truly loved.

“Michael?” There was a soft knock on his bedroom door. “Darling?” He paid no mind as the door scraped open, dragging against the wood beneath it. “Michael?”

He turned, glaring at his mother through reddened eyes. She almost took a step back, too frightened by the angry and wild look in his eyes. He stood abruptly, knocking the chair he was sitting in. His mother jumped, reaching for the door, as if running would save her.

“You let her burn!” He roared, agony and loathing strangling his voice, making the words come out hoarse and gravelly. Pounding footsteps soon revealed the form of his father, who grabbed his mother’s arm, pulling her behind him protectively. “You knew I loved her and you killed her!”

“Son.” Benjamin held you his hand, hoping his son would obey and calm down. He was not the kind of man to admit that watching the rage radiate off his son frightened him. “You have obligations-“

“Obligations to marry a whore-“ Benjamin let go of his wife, taking only a few strides forward. He reached back and brought his hand down, smacking Michael across the face.

Michael reeled, falling back against his desk and almost knocking over the gold plated candelabra that sat there, spilling the fire onto the floor. He could taste blood in his mouth as he father grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him up violently.

“A respectable young lady whom we could benefit from as a family.” He yanked Michael forward, shoving him back against the opposite wall. His face mere inches from his son’s.

“I allowed you to have your whore,” he spat the word back in Michael’s face. “Until it was no longer suitable.” Michael struggled to break free, only to have Benjamin’s grip tightened. “She refused to leave quietly. So we made the offer to her sister, who would have other wise been arrested for false accusations made against so many. She took the money and ran, but not before planting all the evidence we needed.” He sneered, undeniably feeling the power that came with having this much control over his son. “She chose her fate. Now you will live with yours.” He let Michael go, the boy crumbled to his knees, holding his head in his hands as Benjamin ushered his wife from the room.

“Give him some time. He will fall in line soon enough.”

But Michael wouldn’t come around. He screamed into his hands with an anguish that rocked his entire body. This betrayal hurt him to the core. He thought of his last moments with her, their final kiss. It had only been days ago…..

“Michael.” Another knock On the door. He didn’t respond. “Michael dinner is ready. Your parents are waiting.” He snorted. He hated them. He loathed them. He wanted them to suffer as they have made him suffer...made her suffer.

Benjamin and Viven day stoically at the kitchen table, eating the bread and beans that had been prepared. Benjamin tapped his fork on the wooden table with impatience.

“Where is that boy?” He asked, mouth full of food. Vivian felt guilty for what they had done. But she knew she had no say, she was, after all, just a woman.

“He’s lost his love darling. Surely you can understand him being upset.” Benjamin scoffed, shoveling another fork full of food into his mouth.

“It’s your fault he behaves this way.” Benjamin snapped. “Didn’t allow me to whip him enough. He should have his hide torn for the way he spoke to us upstairs-“

“I’m right here father.” Benjamin and Vivian both looked up. Michael stood in the doorway of the dining room, candelabra in hand, eyes swollen, red and filled with madness. Benjamin scoffed and began to laugh.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” He asked, turning towards his son. Vivian said nothing, face turning pale.

“You took her from me….you knew she was the only person in this world who loved me as I am and you took her.” Benjamin snorted, dismissing his son with a wave of his hand.

“Nonsense. You know nothing of love. Sit down-“

“Oh but I do Father. I understand far better than you think…” he held up the candelabra, the candles glowing in the darkened room. “Humans are vile, evil creatures. Filled with greed….” Benjamin stood, reaching for the candelabra, only to have Michael wave it in his face, keeping him back.

“Michael-“

“I will avenge her with all of the devils in hell. I pledge my life, my soul, to Satan.” He screamed, his eyes wild and mad as Benjamin collapsed back into his chair. “May the dark lord rise and avenge my love! May he bring her back to me!” He rushed over to the window, lighting the drapes on fire. Vivian screamed.

“No!” Benjamin stood once more, hoping to overpower his son. Michael grabbed him by his hair, forcing his head back, mind gone with madness, Michael bit down, ripping the flesh from him and causing blood to spurt. Michael let his father’s body drop to the floor, his mother wailing as the room began to catch fire. He stood in the middle of it all, licking the blood from his hands.

“The blood…” he muttered, looking at the deep red liquid on his hands. “The blood is life eternal.” He sank to his knees, surrounded by the flames that began to engulf the house. He drew the devil’s mark on his forehead, opening his hands as they rested on his lap. “May I rise again dark lord. Death is not the end.”

1892: New Orleans, Louisiana

Eva watched as the other girls bustled to the windows, trying to get a glimpse of him. The mysterious man who had finally purchased the old mansion next door. Rumors had it he was coming from Salem, a business man, a wealthy man with rich family history. No one knew for sure, but no one could contain their excitement.

“Jittery aren’t they?” Eva jumped as Miss Cordelia, her head mistress, came to stand beside her. She wrapped an arm around Eva’s shoulder, smiling kindly.

“I don’t understand the fuss I suppose? They see men everyday.” Miss Cordelia chuckled.

“Yes. But it’s not every day we get a mysterious new neighbor.” Eva’s smile faltered, she looked towards the girls by the window. “How are you feeling?” Miss Cordelia asked, voice filled with concern.

“Fine.” Eva said, but they both knew it was a lie.

She had been brought to Miss Robicheux’s only six months ago, after the fire. She still couldn’t understand how she started it, but once she had, it grew, destroying her home and the boy she had loved. When he had kissed her it was like a spark, it ignited something within her that caused the fire. She hadn’t meant to do it, and to this day the guilt ate away at her as if she were a rotting carcass and the guilt itself were a vulture. Her parents had sent her away as quickly and quietly as possible, paying off her would be lover’s parents to keep them quiet about their grief.

Miss Cordelia squeezes her shoulder, placing a soft kiss in her pupil’s hair.

“With time comes forgiveness. You’ll find it in yourself at some point.” Her words were kind, understanding. Eva reached up, placing her hand over Miss Cordelia’s.

“Thank you.”

“Oh! Oh! There he is!” Miss Cordelia and Eva rushes towards the window, hoping to get as good a look as possible.

The carriage that pulled him was ornate, covered in silver designs, the horses pulling it, looked pristine and beautiful, as though they hadn’t traveled a long distance to get there. Eva watched as the driver, an older woman, got down and went round to the carriage door. She opened it and one thin, pale hand found its way to the doorframe to steady himself.

The crowd of girls fell silent as he stepped from the carriage and onto the street. His presence overwhelming, powerful. Eva felt something stir in her heart.

The man looked to be not much older than her. Shoulder length blonde hair fell down his face, framing it in a golden glow. His lips were as pink as the roses in Cordelia's garden and his eyes….

He looked up towards the window, eyes locking with Eva’s. They were as blue as the deepest ocean, and piercing, almost as if they looked right through her, straight into her soul.

Eva’s head burst with pain, she felt herself falling back as someone around her screamed.

Eva jumped, startled as Benjamin Langdon kicked in the door to her Uncle’s home.

“What is the meaning of this?” Reverend Paris asked, only to be met with the evil glare of the other man. Eva’s uncle had always been a weak man.

Benjamin Langdon pointed an accusatory ginger at Eva, who cowered back against the kitchen table.

“You!” Enraged the man rushed forward, grabbing Eva by her cap, digging his nails into her hair and yanking her forward. “You witch...you succubus!” He threw the girl to the ground, climbing over her to straddle her hips. He wrapped his fingers around her throat. “You’ve bewitched my son! Seduced him! You will pay for what you’ve done!” Eva gasped, smacking at the man’s hands, but his hold was too strong.

“The sister already planted the evidence.” One of Benjamin’s henchman said, coming to stand over the two of them. “You needn’t kill her. She’ll be dead by morning.” The muscles in Benjamin’s face relaxed, as did his hold on the girl’s neck. He leaned down, panting heavily in her ear.

“You will burn for what you have done.”

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bewaretheundead91 · 5 years

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The Devil’s Son Part 2

A/N Again this is hot garbage, but it’s fun hot garbage to write. I hope someone enjoys reading this. I’m changing up the “tenses” because this is a mess. So hopefully the next part will flow better. I’m just too tired to fix the “tenses” right now.

Michael X OC (vague description for self insert). Will be tagging this a Michael Langdon X Reader

this might also turn into a Michael X Y/N, I’m just not 100 percent the biggest fan of writing (Y/N) in fics anymore.

(Edited 10/27/19)

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The Devil’s Son Part 2: Tomato and Basil

Michael stands with his arms crossed, staring at the fire blazing in his bed chamber. He was watching the organic shapes of the flames and starts to mentally drift. He remembers a time during his short growth period when the dreams about Leo were occurring. He remembers the first dreams that occurred. That day he began to develop the urge to skin rabbits alive, to feel the warm blood coat his hands. He remembers when he would hang them around the house to show off as gifts to his grandmother. He remembers straying off the property of his home and wandering out into the woods, he would wish for rabbits and they would hop over toward him. He remembers pouncing on them they would not move. He also remembers the blood splatters, painting the grass red.

That night he was scolded by his grandmother, she had shouted at him and told him what he had done was incorrect. His gifts were not seen as gifts. His grandmother sent him to his room and he fell asleep. She was asleep, lying in the grass with a warm breeze gently moving her hair. He could smell spring flowers and freshly cut grass. She opened her eyes and he felt connected to her some how. His anger slowly dissipated. The next morning he had waken up aged a decade older.

Knocks at the wooden door of his room clears his head and breaks his stare from the dancing fire. He quickly adjusts his blazer, smoothing out the arms and then takes a deep breath. The knocks come again and he groans annoyed.

“You may enter,” He says calmly. He finds his seat in front of his computer and sits down. Once the guest enters the room he shuts the screen. Before him, was an older woman who wore a black frock with a long pentagram necklace around her neck. “How can I help you this evening?”

“The girl’s meal is prepared,” The older woman informs sternly. “When would you like us to serve her?”

“I will bring it to her,” Michael says crossing his legs. He shifts his body to where his head was leaning comfortably against his left hand. A warm smile brushes his lips. “Do not trouble yourself with such a mundane task. We will be leaving for outpost 3 soon and must be prepared for the journey. You have plenty to do.”

“But sir,” The woman begins. Her face contours into a frown. “You have more important matters that need to be dealt with than serving soup to an…an…angel. Lowest and the foulest of the creatures. Satan spits on such a child.”

“Is serving soup beneath me?” He asks, his voice going high in pitch sounding condescending. His back goes straight and he purses his lips. “Can I not do such a small task? Is it not important for the girl to eat and to survive until I do what I want with her?”

“Yes, sir,” The woman nods. “I was just saying, I can do it. Or if not me the others can. You already have enough to do.”

“No one is to enter that room, but me,” He stands up and walks over to the woman. His face flashes white and eyes turn black. He towers over her. “Am I making myself clear? I do not trust anyone to enter that room, but myself unless I give them permission.”

“Yes sir. I did not mean to make offense.”

“And isn’t it offensive to assume that I am offended?” He asks. The flames in his fireplace grow tall and restless.

“Yes, sir.” She nods.

“Now take me to this meal that you’ve prepared for my guest so I can inspect it and deliver it. The poor, vile, creature has not eaten in quite a while.”

The woman nods and opens the door, she steps out into the dimly lit hallway and Michael follows behind. The kitchen staff steps aside and forms a line when Michael enters the open space. He walks past each of the five members inspecting them. Quickly he turns his gaze to the kitchen counter.

On the counter was a tray, in the center was a bowl of soup and chunk of freshly made bread. The horrible idea of feeding the girl just enough to keep her alive, but not enough to gain all of her strength back puts a smirk on his face. Michael likes her sluggish. Soup will do fine.

“Is it sufficient?” A man asks, popping out of line.

“It will do.” Michael’s fingers grasp the tray and he walks out of the kitchen.

The walk to Leo’s room was a long one, passing empty dark hallways and rooms. It was also a quite walk. Her room was in the farthest wing in the basement that say beneath the large modern mansion above. Michael and his cooperative partners would have had the rooms, but many of the wealthy people did not survive the blast let along cooperate with the agreement.

Michael grasps the handle of the door and opens it. The fire had gone out and the room was pitch black and cold. He smiles, the darkness was inviting to him. He snaps his fingers and a fire appears instantly coating the room with an orange glow. He glances at the bed where Leo was last seen. It was empty and the sheets were in a clump on the floor. He enters the room cautiously looking around the shadowy crevices of the space.

“I have brought you something to eat,” His voice purrs against the cackling of the flames. His voice was soothing, something in contrast with how he speaks to his satan worshipping staff. “You have not eaten in days, angel.”

Fabric rustles softly and a smile form on his lips.

“I do not trust you,” She says from the left of him. Her words have more strength in them. Michael slowly turns his head and smiles wickedly toward his guest. She locks eyes with him, but his gaze trails to the blanket around her shoulders, the blanket from her bed. She was cold. The blanket makes Leo appear to look intimate, with her wild hair. Michael takes a breath. “Poison? A potion? Shards of glass? Spiders? Rusty nails?”

Michael walks over towards a small table that sat to the left of the bed. He places the tray down and picks the spoon up. Before placing it to his lips he blows on the liquid. He slurps the liquid down.

“I believe it’s tomato and basil,” He says amusingly, tilting his head. His smile beams across his face. His face appears childlike for a brief second. “It’s quite delicious.”

“You could be immune to your own tricks, devil.” Leo says.

she takes a few steps backwards. The fire flickers again illuminating her figure. Her wings were still gone beneath the blanket. Perhaps the blanket was armer to her.

“You are quite right,” He says sitting down in a chair. “But I would not poison a guest that I have plans for. This soup could warm you up, better than that down comforter. There are other ways to warm the skin and body.”

Leo’s eyes furrow and narrow.

“My arms could warm you right up? Or perhaps I could catch you on fire?” He cackles exposing his teeth. “Or the lesser dangerous approach, a hot bath?”

“You’re disgusting,” Leo hisses. “Your arms might burn the flesh from my bones.”

“I’ve been called worse, but I am the anti christ,” He opens his arms in gesture. “Would you like to try and see?”

“These plans, do you plan on eating me?” Leo asks. Michael begins to chuckles.

“That’s gross,” He says appearing childlike again. He appears less dangerous. “Can you imagine me picking the feathers from my teeth.”

“Then do you plan on drinking my blood?” Leo asks curious.

“Do you want me to?” He asks, his eyes light up and widen as he places the spoon back into the bowl. “It would make for an interesting evening.”

“Then it is evening?” Leo asks. “I have no way of knowing what time it is or what day it is.”

“So you do want me to drink from you?” Michael flashes a toothy grin.

“I don’t want you to do anything.” She says swallowing.

“Come eat,” He says pushing the tray closer toward the direction Leo was. Her stomach begins to growl. “I might tell you the day, the time, and the date.”

“Okay,” Leo says walking over, her eyes cut to the side.

Michael rest his head on his hand and watches as she makes her way. She approaches the table and grabs the spoon. Taking some of the liquid in the silverware she brings it up toward her mouth. It did smell of tomato. As she was about to slurp up the liquid she flings the spoon at Michael hitting him right in the forehead, he jumps. She tosses the bowl in his direction. The liquid splashes onto his trousers and blazer. She makes a run for the door. Michael mumbles a few words and Leo grasps the door knob. It burns her palms and she instantly lets it go shrieking.

“I guess you can starve,” Michael stands up from his seat. “I was trying to be nice.”

Leo grabs a fist full of the material of her dress and tries the doorknob again. It rips at her skin.

“It will always burn your palms.” Michael says behind her.

“Let me out of here!” Leo says turning around. Michael was covered in the hot liquid, that looks of blood. “Please let me out of here.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” He says. He snaps his fingers and the soup is gone from his clothes and face. He looks clean. The bowl floats back to the tray and something is making a boiling sound. The room fills with the scent of tomatoes and basil. With a cling of a spoon against the porcelain dish, the bubbling sound ceases. “You are going to eat your meal and behave yourself.”

“No! You can’t tell me what to do, I will find a way out and when my strength is back I swear the first thing I do to do you is rip your long, blond hair from your head,” Leo shouts tears in her eyes. “You cannot keep me here and your plan will never work. I know you will fail. I know you will never win.”

“Is that so?” Michael approaches Leo and shoots out his hand and grabs the girl by the throat. Gentle at first he thumbs her delicate skin. His skin was hot, but again soothing on her feverishly cold neck. He takes several steps forward until her back was against the very door she was trying to escape out of. His fingers tighten and he takes another step forward. His face closes in toward Leo’s. “I’m already winning, I have kept in my house the one thing meant to harm me, to end me. I have her neck against my very palm. If I so desired, you would be dead.”

“I don’t believe you. You couldn’t kill me.” Leo shouts struggling poorly against his strength.

“You don’t have to believe anything,” He says trailing his free hand down Leo’s arm, down to her wrist. He grabs her wrist and slams it against the door. The light of the fire exposes the damage the hot doorknob left on Leo’s palm. He lifts a lip in reaction. “Shouldn’t that heal on it’s own? Shouldn’t your strength be back by now Angel? Shouldn’t your knees not be weak around me?”

Michael’s grasp around Leo’s neck loosens and she turns her head scared of what he might do. Michael closes in on her palm. He blows cool air against the wound soothing it. Then presses his lips against the broken skin. Daringly he darts his tongue out and tastes the girl’s blood. His eyes go black.

“You’re not just an angel,” He says releasing his hand from Leo’s neck. She collapses to the ground. “You’re something else. Something is off about you.”

Michael watches as Leo stares down at her healing palm. She shakes her head and trails a finger down her palm.

“It’s all magic,” She says eye streaming down her face. “Why did you heal me?”

“You’re already a miserable creature,” Michael says eyes reverting back to normal. He extends a hand out in front of the confused girl. “Not all evil being are truly evil. Even the Satanists wanted to help those who were lost.”

“I’m not lost, I know my purpose.” Leo looks up at the hand in front of her view. Long slender fingers with well manicured nails.

“Take my hand angel,” He says, his eyes fall sympathetically and then cut to the side playfully. “I will not attempt to bite you tonight.”

“Then you will tell me what day it is?” She asks quietly looking up.

“If that is what you desire,” he says. “Anything else?”

Leo slowly slips her hand into his. He instantly trails the his thumb across the back of her hand then yanks her off the ground fluidly. His skin was smooth against the girl’s. He leads her to the table his hand still clasping her’s.

Leo sits in a chair at the table and Michael releases her hand. She picks the spoon up and tastes the soup expecting Michael to leave. Michael sits at the table watching as she eats.

“How is it?” He asks.

“If you tell me the day, I’ll let you know.”

“It’s a Tuesday,” He leans back in his seat. “And it’s 9pm.”

“Have I slept that long?” Leo asked feeling confused.

“The spell I cast on you made you sleep, you needed to rest. The stress alone was enough. You don’t remember me ripping your wings off, but your body still feels the stress.”

“You didn’t rip my wings off.” Leo says pulling a chunk of bread out and stuffing it in her mouth. “They are gone, but don’t feel gone. And the stress is from being held captive against my will.”

“Hmmm.” His voice purred.

“I woke up and for a split second I could feel them.” Leo says. “I could.”

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heartofadragon · 4 years

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Introduction to Jade Frollo and Jynn Sparrow

Trigger warnings: Abuse, mentions of physical and emotional abuse. Please do not read if sensitive to subjects such as this.

My friend and I started writing a Descendants RP...

My current characters are:

Jynn Sparrow

Jack Sparrow

Claude Frollo

Jade Frollo

This is my Introduction to my OCs Jynn and Jade. Enjoy!

"Je vous salue, Marie pleine de grâce ;

le Seigneur est avec vous.

Vous êtes bénie entre toutes les femmes et Jésus,

le fruit de vos entrailles, est béni.

Sainte Marie, Mère de Dieu,

priez pour nous pauvres pécheurs,

maintenant et à l’heure de notre mort…"

Crack.

“Non...Je vous...salue, Marie pleine de grâce ;

le Seigneur est avec vous.

Vous êtes bénie...entre toutes les femmes et Jésus,

le fruit de vos entrailles, est béni.

Sainte Marie, Mère de Dieu,

priez pour nous pauvres pécheurs,

maintenant et à l’heure de notre mort!”

The soft droning of a young mademoiselle obediently reciting the sacred, holy words taught to her long before that day could be heard if one were to listen hard enough whilst creeping along the upstairs living area that lay above Frollo’s Creperie. Whilst her words were soft and quiet, the unmistakable sound of an unknown object cracking against the subject of this torture in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit soon followed after every recital of the French prayer.

With every crack against her frame, the young mademoiselle was urged to put more and more feelings and sincerity into the words. It was already beginning to be a struggle to form the sacred words with her lips that had to be pressed ever so tightly together to stop her from letting out cries of anguish in pure agony. Her eyes were squeezed shut tight to stop the beast of a man subjecting her to such torture from seeing her cry; she did not want to give him anymore perverse, sick, sadistic pleasure that he was already getting from this.

The innocent mademoiselle was kneeling in front of a makeshift wooden altar on which lay many religious items: a cross fashioned from iron, goblets made from tin, rosary beads made from wood and glass and the most terrifying of all was the heavy, leather-bound Holy Bible that the young woman had been on the receiving end of a blow from many times in the past. Her hands lay atop the altar as she knelt on the uncomfortable, splintered wooden floor below her tiny frame; her body was shaking...though it would not be known as of yet whether it was from fear, genuine coldness or due to the fact she had been forced to hold that position for a number of hours.

The hands atop the altar were pressed together tightly and her fingers laced together in prayer, though that was not enough for the tyrant conducting this operation. He had taken his heavy, metal-crafted rosary beads from around his neck and wound them around her wrists until they could no more to keep the hands of the young sinner together in prayer. The beads were tight and dug uncomfortably into the soft and pale flesh of the young woman’s tiny, sparrow-bone wrists.

The young lady at the altar was frightfully petite. Her loose, white dress hung shapeless around her non-existent chest and body, her wild locks that hung around her face and down her back were raven-coloured and very dishevelled. The locks atop her head reached her lower back and hid the pale face that was streaked with stray tears. “Please Papa...I cannot do this anymore...I am tired...I beg of you, let me rest…”

The heavy footsteps of a man in leather boots freaked behind the girl, yet no words were spoken, The silence frightened her the most for she did not know what La Bête was going to do to her next. Of course this man was not a raving monster with thick fur and sharp fangs...he was an ordinary man of the church wearing flowing robes of fine, coloured material and a white piece of cloth draped around his neck to show his position as a man of God. The face of the supposed man of faith was thin and firm; he looked remarkably like a bulldog chewing a wasp most of the time and especially when dealing with his young daughter that knelt in front of him, begging for her release.

“How many times have you prayed to Our Lady? And don’t you dare lie to me…” the man stalked in front of his victim and placed his hand out, holding her chin in his right hand before kneeling down to her, looking straight into the tiger’s eye-like hues that stared into his own. The eyes of his daughter held a mix of amber, brown and yellow; the man of God could have sworn that on occasion he had seen the flames of hellfire in her eyes and as a result, she must be persuaded to see the light of the Lord. “I can always see when you are lying, petit oiseau…God can see when you are lying also...choose your words carefully.”

The sniffling young lady took a deep breath and swallowed the choked up tears that were desperately attempting to escape her. “Seven, Monsieur Frollo…” she whispered, awaiting the approval of her father.

Claude Frollo. The righteous man of Paris. Subjected to life on the Isle of the Lost with a daughter that had the devil waiting for her to go to sleep so that he could enchant her soul with images of free will, the taste of butter and finery. Of course, Claude Frollo was no stranger to the workings of the devil...for he had seen them all whilst residing in Paris. The one he remembered the most was the time a beautiful siren in the form of an “innocent” Gypsy girl serenaded and enchanted him into committing acts that he would never usually get involved with...he wished to separate himself from the licentious, lustful crowd of France, yet in turn he found himself engaging with them.

Oh how he longed to possess the heart, body and mind of that Gypsy...yet it was not to be. Therefore, he had to give her a cruel ultimatum and when that did not work, he simply took what was his. The result? A broken heart, shattered reputation and a spawn of Satan himself living under the roof of the only piece of French culture he had managed to force upon the piss-poor island.

Seven, Monsieur Frollo…

“And just how many ‘Hail Mary’ prayers are in our rosary, little bird?” Frollo asked his pathetic, snivelling daughter as he let go of her face and stood up to his full height, looming in front of her. “ten ‘Hail Mary’, one ‘Lord’s Prayer’ and a ‘Glory Be’...” his daughter responded, swallowing the last of the choked up tears inside of her and staring up at her father. “Then that is what you shall recite…”

“But-“

Frollo ignored the protest of his daughter and returned to his place behind her as she began to recite the words forced upon her once again. The last three prayers to Mother Mary, then a prayer to the Father and a last but not least, a Glory Be. She bowed her head in silence as she exhaled a sigh of relief.

“Please may I go now?” she asked. Frollo, in turn, untangled the rosary beads from his daughter’s wrists and motioned for her to stand. She did so rather shakily as the leather boots she wore creaked across the floor as she headed for the door, unable to contain her anticipation of being out of the presence of her father.

“Are you forgetting something, girl?” Frollo crosses his arms atop his chest and awaited for his daughter to turn. She did so rather slowly before seeing her father dangling the leather belt with the heavy buckle made of iron that had been cinched around the long, white dress that she was wearing. Walking slowly towards her father, the young, plain girl held her hands out to take the belt from her father.

Quick as a flash, the towering man crossed the belt over and whacked across her soft, white hands with the leather belt before pressing it into her hands. His daughter closed her eyes, allowing a tear to escape her left eye. “Thank you…” she whispered. “Get out of my sight…” Frollo was quick to respond and the young woman wasted no time in practically flying out of the room and across the hallway to her own simple room that held nothing but a bed, a single wardrobe and a similar altar to that in the makeshift church she had previously been to. There was no window, nor no mirror. The only colour in her room was the decorated, purple, silken scarf that held beautiful designs of celestial images on it that she kept hidden under her bed. The only thing she had of her mother.

Still sniffling, the young lady sat on her bed in silence. She heard her father in the makeshift church, humming to himself. It was not long before he creaked downstairs to the creperie, an attempt to earn them a living. Claude Frollo’s daughter lived a rather lonely life...though it would not be lonely for long. Outside of the small room, on the streets of the isle, she heard clamouring, restlessness...something happened, though this was not out of the ordinary, there were always fights breaking out at some point or another on the isle.

“Jade! I require your help down here!” Clause bellowed up the stairs and immediately the one now known as Jade slipped a pale blue apron over the white dress and quickly pushed her tousled locks into a bun before running downstairs.

Maybe one day...I will be free of all of this...of him…

*****

“So...whatcha got for me today huh?” a cocky, female voice rang out from behind a ruby-red, velvet curtain etched with golden lace. “Jewels...lots of precious jewels…” grunted a man with an eye-patch over his right eye, a tattoo of an anchor on his left, muscular bicep. He leant his arm on the wooden, splintered counter of a run-down looking shack. The shack was attached to the wreck of a ship with a sign on it reading “Sparrow’s Curiosities” and underneath that, it read “Got no cash? We’ll buy your precious items for coins.” Of course, words were misspelt and the punctuation and grammar was horribly inaccurate...it was obviously written by someone who was not the most literate one on the isle…

Heavy boots and jangling bags of coins could be heard moving about as a young woman with wild, curled, brunette hair mixed with violet, sea-green and dark blue streaks and a pirate hat on her head stepped out from behind the curtain. She had a slight, healthy tan to her face, yet her eyes were piercing emerald. “You ain’t gonna try and screw my dad over again this time are you?” she asked, leaning her arms wrapped in leather bandages on the splintered counter. The girl was wearing a black shirt that was cut off at the sleeves and had a buckled belt made of brass and leather around her waist, showing off the curves that she was gifted with. At her side lay a long cutlass that was carefully bound in place by a belt hanger.

The pirate in front of the counter pushed a woven bag of gemstones down in front of him and the girl and awaited her judgement of what he had brought in. Opening the bag, she looked inside of it and watched the sparkling gemstones glimmer in the dimmed light of the shack. Bringing out one of the stones, She examined it carefully. “Are you trying to fuck with me?” she asked, green eyes fixed on the gemstone then at the man.

Bringing her hand up above the table, she slammed it down, the gemstone making contact with the wooden table...as it did, it shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces. “Fake...it’s just glass, you sea slug!”

The girl drew her cutlass with a satisfying scrape as the metal sword was drawn from it holster. “Get out of here before I shish kebab ya…” her voice was low, a growl, as she stared at the man in front of her who swallowed hard. “Goddamnit...I need money, I ain’t got nothing valuable…” the man began to plead with the younger woman, something that was never expected to happen at all. “We ain’t a charity...so get out of here, Bucko…”

The man went to take his bag of gemstones but the girl quickly pulled the bag off of the table. “You know the rules...you try to screw us over and we keep the item free of charge...call it compensation for wasting our time…” she winked, clicked her tongue and headed back behind the ornately dressed curtain where a man was sitting at a table counting golden coins. His hair was braided and on his head, he wore a scarlet bandana. He had a neatly trimmed moustache and beard and wore typical, brown pirate attire with black leather boots. His grubby fingers held in brown leather, fingerless gloves counted golden coin after golden coin.

“Dad?” the girl asked as she entered, clutching the bag of jewels. Her own leather boots squeaked as she headed towards the man known as her father. The notorious pirate laughed heartily as he heard his daughter’s voice; she was his ultimate pride, joy and one love other than materialistic objects. He had taught her to cheat, lie, steal and swindle and everyday he saw her put his teachings into action.

Standing up, the pirate turned, his face visibly pleased to see his daughter as she clutched a bag of gems. “So...what do you have for me?” The pirate’s smile grew as his daughter set the bag on the table where the gold coins lay.

“Ha ha!” The pirate laughed again as he opened the bag and checked the gems for authenticity. “How much did this cost us, hmm?” he asked, suddenly feeling sick at the thought of how much his daughter might have given the punter for these beauties. “Nothing at all…” His daughter smirked as she responded to her father.

The father looked visibly concerned. “You didn’t offer him anything else did you...do I need to track this man down…?” The growing protection from the father heightened as he thought of someone violating his daughter in exchange for a few...very...stunning gems…

His daughter scoffed in response and looked visibly disgusted. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nah, I used this…” she fumbled in her pocket and flicked a shining blue gem to her father. The father examined the gemstone and then turned to his daughter…

“Fake gemstone trick? You little beauty…” he rushed to his daughter and grabbed her by the face, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Well, well, well. Looks like I have taught you extremely well! Tonight, the rum is on me!”

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metamoraacademy · 6 years

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Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where misfortune had abandoned us. [1961] INSTEAD OF A PREFACE During the frightening years of the Yezhov terror, I spent seventeen months waiting in prison queues in Leningrad. One day, somehow, someone 'picked me out'. On that occasion there was a woman standing behind me, her lips blue with cold, who, of course, had never in her life heard my name. Jolted out of the torpor characteristic of all of us, she said into my ear (everyone whispered there) - 'Could one ever describe this?' And I answered - 'I can.' It was then that something like a smile slid across what had previously been just a face. [The 1st of April in the year 1957. Leningrad] DEDICATION Mountains fall before this grief, A mighty river stops its flow, But prison doors stay firmly bolted Shutting off the convict burrows And an anguish close to death. Fresh winds softly blow for someone, Gentle sunsets warm them through; we don't know this, We are everywhere the same, listening To the scrape and turn of hateful keys And the heavy tread of marching soldiers. Waking early, as if for early mass, Walking through the capital run wild, gone to seed, We'd meet - the dead, lifeless; the sun, Lower every day; the Neva, mistier: But hope still sings forever in the distance. The verdict. Immediately a flood of tears, Followed by a total isolation, As if a beating heart is painfully ripped out, or, Thumped, she lies there brutally laid out, But she still manages to walk, hesitantly, alone. Where are you, my unwilling friends, Captives of my two satanic years? What miracle do you see in a Siberian blizzard? What shimmering mirage around the circle of the moon? I send each one of you my salutation, and farewell. [March 1940] INTRODUCTION [PRELUDE] It happened like this when only the dead Were smiling, glad of their release, That Leningrad hung around its prisons Like a worthless emblem, flapping its piece. Shrill and sharp, the steam-whistles sang Short songs of farewell To the ranks of convicted, demented by suffering, As they, in regiments, walked along - Stars of death stood over us As innocent Russia squirmed Under the blood-spattered boots and tyres Of the black marias. I You were taken away at dawn. I followed you As one does when a corpse is being removed. Children were crying in the darkened house. A candle flared, illuminating the Mother of God. . . The cold of an icon was on your lips, a death-cold sweat On your brow - I will never forget this; I will gather To wail with the wives of the murdered streltsy (1) Inconsolably, beneath the Kremlin towers. [1935. Autumn. Moscow] II Silent flows the river Don A yellow moon looks quietly on Swanking about, with cap askew It sees through the window a shadow of you Gravely ill, all alone The moon sees a woman lying at home Her son is in jail, her husband is dead Say a prayer for her instead. III It isn't me, someone else is suffering. I couldn't. Not like this. Everything that has happened, Cover it with a black cloth, Then let the torches be removed. . . Night. IV Giggling, poking fun, everyone's darling, The carefree sinner of Tsarskoye Selo (2) If only you could have foreseen What life would do with you - That you would stand, parcel in hand, Beneath the Crosses (3), three hundredth in line, Burning the new year's ice With your hot tears. Back and forth the prison poplar sways With not a sound - how many innocent Blameless lives are being taken away. . . [1938] V For seventeen months I have been screaming, Calling you home. I've thrown myself at the feet of butchers For you, my son and my horror. Everything has become muddled forever - I can no longer distinguish Who is an animal, who a person, and how long The wait can be for an execution. There are now only dusty flowers, The chinking of the thurible, Tracks from somewhere into nowhere And, staring me in the face And threatening me with swift annihilation, An enormous star. [1939] VI Weeks fly lightly by. Even so, I cannot understand what has arisen, How, my son, into your prison White nights stare so brilliantly. Now once more they burn, Eyes that focus like a hawk, And, upon your cross, the talk Is again of death. [1939. Spring] VII THE VERDICT The word landed with a stony thud Onto my still-beating breast. Nevermind, I was prepared, I will manage with the rest. I have a lot of work to do today; I need to slaughter memory, Turn my living soul to stone Then teach myself to live again. . . But how. The hot summer rustles Like a carnival outside my window; I have long had this premonition Of a bright day and a deserted house. [22 June 1939. Summer. Fontannyi Dom (4)] VIII TO DEATH You will come anyway - so why not now? I wait for you; things have become too hard. I have turned out the lights and opened the door For you, so simple and so wonderful. Assume whatever shape you wish. Burst in Like a shell of noxious gas. Creep up on me Like a practised bandit with a heavy weapon. Poison me, if you want, with a typhoid exhalation, Or, with a simple tale prepared by you (And known by all to the point of nausea), take me Before the commander of the blue caps and let me glimpse The house administrator's terrified white face. I don't care anymore. The river Yenisey Swirls on. The Pole star blazes. The blue sparks of those much-loved eyes Close over and cover the final horror. [19 August 1939. Fontannyi Dom] IX Madness with its wings Has covered half my soul It feeds me fiery wine And lures me into the abyss. That's when I understood While listening to my alien delirium That I must hand the victory To it. However much I nag However much I beg It will not let me take One single thing away: Not my son's frightening eyes - A suffering set in stone, Or prison visiting hours Or days that end in storms Nor the sweet coolness of a hand The anxious shade of lime trees Nor the light distant sound Of final comforting words. [14 May 1940. Fontannyi Dom] X CRUCIFIXION Weep not for me, mother. I am alive in my grave. 1. A choir of angels glorified the greatest hour, The heavens melted into flames. To his father he said, 'Why hast thou forsaken me!' But to his mother, 'Weep not for me. . .' [1940. Fontannyi Dom] 2. Magdalena smote herself and wept, The favourite disciple turned to stone, But there, where the mother stood silent, Not one person dared to look. [1943. Tashkent] EPILOGUE 1. I have learned how faces fall, How terror can escape from lowered eyes, How suffering can etch cruel pages Of cuneiform-like marks upon the cheeks. I know how dark or ash-blond strands of hair Can suddenly turn white. I've learned to recognise The fading smiles upon submissive lips, The trembling fear inside a hollow laugh. That's why I pray not for myself But all of you who stood there with me Through fiercest cold and scorching July heat Under a towering, completely blind red wall. 2. The hour has come to remember the dead. I see you, I hear you, I feel you: The one who resisted the long drag to the open window; The one who could no longer feel the kick of familiar soil beneath her feet; The one who, with a sudden flick of her head, replied, 'I arrive here as if I've come home!' I'd like to name you all by name, but the list Has been removed and there is nowhere else to look. So, I have woven you this wide shroud out of the humble words I overheard you use. Everywhere, forever and always, I will never forget one single thing. Even in new grief. Even if they clamp shut my tormented mouth Through which one hundred million people scream; That's how I wish them to remember me when I am dead On the eve of my remembrance day. If someone someday in this country Decides to raise a memorial to me, I give my consent to this festivity But only on this condition - do not build it By the sea where I was born, I have severed my last ties with the sea; Nor in the Tsar's Park by the hallowed stump Where an inconsolable shadow looks for me; Build it here where I stood for three hundred hours And no-one slid open the bolt. Listen, even in blissful death I fear That I will forget the Black Marias, Forget how hatefully the door slammed and an old woman Howled like a wounded beast. Let the thawing ice flow like tears From my immovable bronze eyelids And let the prison dove coo in the distance While ships sail quietly along the river.

Requiem, Anna Akhmatova

#poetry #anna akhmatova

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New Releases 11/14/17

‘Happy New Release Day! Today brings a few new manga and a graphic novel, along with a couple of new shows/movies, and even a new video game from Nintendo.

In Books --Fairy Tail Volume 62 by Hiro Mashima “During the chaos of war,the demon Acnologia slinks his way into the ranks. As Erza, Wendy, and Gajeel prepare to face their hardest battle yet, a strange woman shows up to lift their spirits! The woman knows the secret to sealing Acnologia away, but will the gang be able to execute her orders! Meanwhile, brothers Natsu and Zeref go head-to-head, with their lives on the line! The fate of the world sinks further into peril when Zeref reveals his ultimate mission: Neo Eclipse!”

I can’t believe this series is almost over (at least in the US). Just one more volume remains. I think I’m going to wait to pick this one up until volume 63 comes out so I can get them together. The last volume I read was somewhere in the early 50′s, I think. I started rereading the series but paused midway through volume 8 and will continue from there once the last volume is released.

--Forbidden Scrollery Volume 1 by Moe Harukawa “Where else would a girl with the power to translate any tome she sets in her lap reside except a library? Sure, some books may be more dangerous than others, but that's far from discouragement for a true bibliophile like Kosuzu Motoori!”

Books that are dangerous. That may or may not magical in some form. With artwork that reminds me of Cardcator Sakura. Sign me up. I really would like to try this series cause as I’ve mentioned before I’m a sucker for books that have books being a form of power in worlds. I did flip through some of this volume when it arrived early at my work. And it looks promising.

--Frau Faust Volume 2 by Kore Yamazaki “After narrowly escaping a battle with Lorenzo, Johanna falls unconscious. In her wounded state, the century-old memories of her first encounter with Mephistopheles run through her head. In these memories are answers Marion is beginning to understand: what is the nature of his master’s immortality, and how is her curse inextricably tied to the body of her demon? Faust, Marion, and Nico’s immediate aim is to find Mephisto’s right leg, a mission that becomes more urgent when evidence of a young girl using demonic power comes to light. To find the next piece of her precious demon, Johanna may even need to form a tenuous deal with Lorenzo...”

From the creator of The Ancient Magus’ Bride comes Frau Faust. I enjoyed the first volume of this series which included a cute short about a museum that houses invisible exhibits. I would like to see Yamazaki explore that short more in the future. The first volume follows Johanna as she tries to find the missing pieces of the demon Mephisto held captive by the church. Along the way she gains an apprentice named Marion and they meet up with Nico, Johanna’s daughter.

My favorite part of volume 2 was learning about how Johanna meet Mephisto.

--Rose Volume 1 by Meredith Finch, illustrated by Ig Guara “A classic fantasy tale about a girl trying to restore balance to a broken world. Rose must connect with her Khat—Thorne—to become the Guardian the world needs. But things aren’t easy for Rose and Thorne, the powerful sorcerous Drucilla has many powerful and demonic allies—all of them focused on stopping one scared little girl who’s desperately trying to stay alive and do what’s right.”

I have been waiting on this one since I first saw the cover to issue one earlier this year. A warrior-girl with her giant black panther companion. It was a good start to the series though the volume felt a bit rushed. A few of the pages cut off part of some sentences near the end of the volume. I am looking forward to volume 2 and hope that the pacing might find a better flow. I think it’s worth checking out.

In Movies/TV Shows --91 Days “Prohibition—a lawless era where bootleggers prosper and mobsters prowl. Avilio Bruno has grown up alone in this murky world after the Vanetti's murdered his family. One day, he receives a letter that holds the key to revenge. Befriending the don's son, Nero, Avilio works his way through the Vanetti family and sets his vengeance in motion.”

I haven’t had time to try this one out yet but I really want to. There is a standard and an LE edition. The LE has an art box and comes with a 40 page companion guide that has, “artwork, character profiles, background information on Prohibition, the Chicago mafia, period firearms, and more.” And a set of six art cards.

--Atomic Blonde “An undercover MI6 agent is sent to Berlin during the Cold War to investigate the murder of a fellow agent and recover a missing list of double agents.”

I was really excited to see this one because of how they treated the main character. They made her fight how a woman would actually need to fight. And they made it also realistic by how bruised and cut up she was after all this was over. When she got punched in the face that bruise would stay there. Some of those fights were painful to watch just of the pain you see was being done to her. The fight scenes in this movie were just fantastic. But the plot was a little convoluted. Maybe it will make more sense during a second watch. Either way it was an enjoyable movie to watch.

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/atomic-blonde-doesnt-pretend-women-fight-like-men-and-the-result-is-awesome_us_597b3c67e4b02a8434b5df58

--Blue Exorcist Kyoto Saga Set 1 “Born the spawn of Satan, Rin Okumura decides to hide his origins, and become an exorcist. He enrolls at the Exorcism Cram School, a training institute for exorcists located on the True Cross Academy grounds. But, his cover is blown during an attack by Amaimon, the King of Earth, and he is revealed to be the son of Satan. Terrified of Satan’s blue flames, his friends start to distance themselves from Rin…It is then that someone steals the Left Eye of the Impure King, sealed away in the deepest part of the academy, and Rin and the others find themselves embroiled in an unexpected crisis.”

The newest season of Blue Exorcist is starting to release. It was a pretty good season. And now I’m trying to remember if I finished it or not. I feel like I did but now I can’t remember.... Anyway. This is an Aniplex title so it is going to be a bit higher. There is a DVD edition and a Blu-Ray. They contain episodes 1-6 of this season. But if you buy the Blu-Ray it also comes with a booklet and some postcards.

--Doctor Who Complete Series 10 The final season of Peter Capaldi as 12 and with Steven Moffat as executive producer is now out as a complete set. Pearl Mackie was great as Bill Potts though sometimes I can’t help but feel like they could have done more with her character. Once I see the season again I might change my mind but for now that thought occasionally pops up.

My favorite episodes of this season are “Smile”, “Thin Ice” if only to watch the Doctor punch that guy over and over, “Empress of Mars”, and the two-part season finale.

--In This Corner Of the World “Based on the award-winning manga by Fumiyo Kouno, In This Corner Of the World tells the emotional story of Suzu, a young girl from Hiroshima, who’s just become a bride in the nearby city of Kure during World War II. Living with her husband’s family, Suzu has to adjust to her new life, which is made especially difficult by regular air raids. But life must go on, and Suzu - through the help of her new family and neighbors - begins to discover the joys of everyday life in Kure. Much is gained in Kure, but with war, many things cherished are also lost.”

This just looks fantastic. I’m really excited to see this one.

--Pokemon Indigo League S1 The original that started it all is out on blu-ray for what should be the first time. I love the Indigo League. It’s where I started with Pokemon. And it has some the saddest episodes I’ve seen from the series. At least up until the point where I stopped watching. I tried to pick it back up during the last season and the new Sun and Moon seasons but it has been sporadic.

This set has the first 52 episodes of the series. It also comes with a 64 page manga sampler, a recipe card, the complete Pokerap, and a “Who’s That Pokemon” gallery. I feel like they could have done more for this release as the extras just feel like a pull for you to start buying the manga and one of their Pokemon cookbooks.

I really hope they kept the other songs in at the end of episodes instead of just the Pokerap. I love the Pokerap but I also love the other songs. Yeah, I have them on one of the soundtracks but I’d still like to see them at the end of the episodes.

The box itself is really cool. It is designed to look like the original Pokedex.

--Preacher S2 “Jesse, Tulip and Cassidy hit the road in search of God, and quickly realize they're being stalked by a killer cowboy from Hell.”

I wasn’t as crazy about this season as I was the first. I’ve been that way with a lot of series this year. It is still a good series and had a great start to the season. And ended with a great cliffhanger.

In Video Games --RiME (Nintendo Switch version) “In RiME, you play as a young boy who has awakened on a mysterious island after a torrential storm. You see wild animals, long-forgotten ruins and a massive tower that beckons you to come closer. Armed with your wits and a will to overcome—and the guidance of a helpful fox—you must explore the enigmatic island, reach the tower's peak, and unlock its closely guarded secrets.”

I’ve been really excited for this game for a while. But I am conflicted. It is half price if I get it on my PS4 but I was really hoping to get it for my Switch. Visually it looks gorgeous and the OST is supposed to be really good. But I have heard that the puzzles aren’t very challenging. I still want to try it out. Now I just need to decide what console I want it for.

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we can live in truth, or a lie.

we each have to choose.

and the deepest truth is God our beautiful mysterious Creator who has inspired people to write to illuminate spiritual truth and to conserve it.

and John was given a message to write down long ago that became the book of Revelation with Today’s reading being chapter #2

[Letter to Ephesus]

The One: Write down My words, and send them to the messenger of the church in Ephesus. “These are the words of the One who holds the seven stars in His right hand, the One who walks and moves among the golden lampstands:

“I know your deeds, your tireless labor, and your patient endurance. I know you do not tolerate those who do evil. Furthermore, you have diligently tested those who claim to be emissaries, and you have found that they are not true witnesses. You have correctly found them to be false. I know you are patiently enduring and holding firm on behalf of My name. You have not become faint.

“However, I have this against you: you have abandoned your first love. Do you remember what it was like before you fell? It’s time to rethink and change your ways; go back to how you first acted. However, if you do not return, I will come quickly and personally remove your lampstand from its place. But you do have this to your credit: you despise the deeds of the Nicolaitans and how they concede to evil. I also hate what they do.

“Let the person who is able to hear, listen to and follow what the Spirit proclaims to all the churches. I will allow the one who conquers through faithfulness even unto death to eat from the tree of life found in God’s lush paradise.”

[Letter to Smyrna]

Write down My words, and send them to the messenger of the church in Smyrna. “These are the words of the First and the Last, the One who was dead and returned to life:

“I know [your deeds and] the difficult ordeal you are enduring and your poverty, although you are actually rich. I am aware of the offensive accusations preached by those who call themselves ‘Jews.’ But these people are not the Jews they pretend to be; they are actually the congregation of Satan. In the face of suffering, do not fear. Watch; the devil will throw some of you into prison shortly so that you might be tested, and you will endure great affliction for 10 days. Be faithful throughout your life, until the day you die, and I will give you the victor’s wreath of life.

“Let the person who is able to hear, listen to and follow what the Spirit proclaims to all the churches. The one who conquers through faithfulness even unto death will escape the second death.”

[Letter to Pergamum]

Write down My words, and send them to the messenger of the church in Pergamum. “These are the words of the One with the sharp double-edged sword:

“I know [your deeds and] where you live. It is where Satan, the adversary, has established his throne. You have stayed true to My name, and you did not deny your trust in Me even in the eventful days of My faithful witness, Antipas. He was killed among you in that place where Satan dwells.

“However, I have a few matters against you: some who live among you hold to the teaching of Balaam, who instructed Balak to set up a stumbling block before the people of Israel. As a result, some among you are eating food prepared for idol worship and committing immoral sexual acts. You have others who are holding firm to the teaching of the Nicolaitans. Therefore, change your ways and turn to Me. If you do not, I will quickly come to where you live and will battle them with the sword of My mouth.

“Let the person who is able to hear, listen to and follow what the Spirit proclaims to all the churches. To the one who conquers through faithfulness even unto death, I will feed you with hidden manna and give you a white stone. Upon this stone, a new name is engraved. No one knows this name except for its recipient.”

[Letter to Thyatira]

Write down My words, and send them to the messenger of the church in Thyatira. “These are the words of the Son of God, the One whose eyes blaze like flames of fire and whose feet gleam like brightly polished bronze:

“I know your deeds, love, faithfulness, service, and endurance. Your labors greatly increase in quality as you travel along this journey.

“However, I have this against you: you have tolerated that woman Jezebel, who is a self-anointed prophetess and who misleads My followers to commit immoral sexual acts and to eat food prepared for idol worship. I have provided her enough time to turn away from her indecency, but she refuses to turn from these immoral acts. Watch; I will throw her back into her sickbed with those who committed adultery with her, and I will make them a bed of great affliction if they do not abandon her indiscretions and turn to follow Me. I will punish her by striking her children dead. Through this all the churches will know I am the One who relentlessly explores the mind and heart, and I will deal with each of you as you deserve according to your acts.

“I say to the rest of you in Thyatira, those who have not held to the teachings of Jezebel and who remain ignorant of the real meaning of what is called the deep things of Satan, I will not burden you with anything more. Just keep on task, and keep the faith until I return.

“And as for those who conquer through faithfulness even unto death and continue to labor with Me until the close of the final curtain,

I will give them authority over the nations.

And they will rule the nations with an iron scepter,

as fragile clay jars are shattered to pieces.

As I received this authority from My Father, I will bestow the morning star to the victor.

“Let the person who is able to hear, listen to and follow what the Spirit proclaims to all the churches.”

The Book of Revelation, Chapter 2 (The Voice)

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments with Revelation 2 is chapter 3 in the book of Numbers:

At that time (when the Eternal One spoke with Moses on Mount Sinai), the lineage of Aaron and Moses went like this: Aaron’s sons were Nadab (the eldest), Abihu, Eleazar, and Ithamar—actually, they were his sons who were anointed as priests, who were supposed to work as priests. But Nadab and Abihu perished in the presence of the Eternal when they failed to follow God’s instructions and offered profane fire at Sinai. They didn’t have any children. The other two, Eleazar and Ithamar, carried on as priests for Aaron’s lifetime.

Then the Eternal One told Moses,

Eternal One: Summon the Levi tribe, and send them to Aaron, the priest. They are to serve him and all the people in front of the tent of the congregation. They are to do the work for the tent, My sacred dwelling place. They are in charge of the tent’s furnishings. Their work in service to the congregation tent is on behalf of the people of Israel. These Levites are to be given exclusively to Aaron and Aaron’s sons. Aaron and his descendants alone are the priests. If any outsider gets involved, he will be killed.

And the Eternal One spoke later to Moses.

Eternal One: As you know, all firstborn children of each woman belong to Me. I made that clear when I killed all the Egyptian firstborn but spared Israel and its animals, setting them apart just for Me. But rather than giving all Israel’s firstborn to Me, I accept the Levites as a substitute. They will be Mine. I am the Eternal One.

God formerly gave these instructions to Moses in the wild desert area of Sinai.

Eternal One: Organize the male Levites (including infants, one month old and older) by their clans and extended families.

So Moses did just as the Eternal One told him. Levi’s three sons were Gershon, Kohath, and Merari. Gershon’s sons, by their clans, were Libni and Shimei. Kohath’s sons, by their clans, were Amram, Izhar, Hebron, and Uzziel. Merari’s sons, by their clans, were Mahli and Mushi. These, remember, are specifically the Levite clans by their extended families.

So within Gershon were the Libnite and Shimeite clans. Counting just the males one month old and older, 7,500 were organized. They camped in the area behind the congregation tent on the west. Eliasaph (Lael’s son) served as head of the Gershonite extended family. Their jobs were to take care of everything related to the congregation tent, both the place of revelation and its covering, the screen for the congregation tent’s entrance, the curtains for the court surrounding the place of revelation and the altar, its entrance screen, the ropes, and anything else for the tent.

Within Kohath were the Amramite, Izharite, Hebronite, and Uzzielite clans. Counting just the males one month old and older, there were 8,600 who worked for the sacred place. They camped on the south side of the congregation tent. Uzziel’s son, Elizaphan, was their head. These Kohathites were to take care of everything associated with the chest, the table, the lampstand, the altars, and the furnishings of the sanctuary that the priests use, the screen, and anything else inside the sacred place. Priest Aaron’s son, Eleazar, was head of the Levite leaders. He was in charge of overseeing the people who took care of the sacred place.

Within Merari were the Mahlite and Mushite clans, of whom 6,200 males one month or older were organized. Abihail’s son, Zuriel, was their leader. They were instructed to camp on the northern side of the tent area, and their work was to maintain the planks of the tent, its bars, posts, and sockets; plus all the furnishings and any other wood items; as well as the posts surrounding the courtyard together with their sockets, pegs, and ropes.

Moses, Aaron, and Aaron’s sons camped in front of the congregation tent, on the east facing sunrise, where they worked according to the needs of the sanctuary and on behalf of the Israelites. If an outsider trespassed in this area, he would be killed. The total number of Levites whom Moses and Aaron organized, according to the Eternal’s command, were 22,273. These males, one month or older, Moses listed by name.

The Eternal One told Moses,

Eternal One (to Moses): As a substitute for all the Israelite firstborn children and animals (as all of them are Mine), take all the Levites and all the Levites’ animals, which shall belong to Me. But because there are 273 more Israelite firstborn children than there are Levites, you shall pay a substitute price: five shekels for each (calculated by the sanctuary weight, which is 35 pounds to the shekel), and give that money as a substitute price to Aaron and Aaron’s sons.

So Moses did all that concerning the substitute price, just as the Eternal commanded, and it amounted to 47,775 pounds of metal.

The Book of Numbers, Chapter 3 (The Voice)

my personal reading of the Scriptures for Tuesday, may 26 of 2020 with a paired chapter from each Testament along with Today’s Psalms and Proverbs

And to accompany Today’s reading here’s a post by John Parsons from yesterday about Memorial Day:

In the United States, Memorial Day is a national holiday observed on the last Monday of the month of May, that commemorates the sacrifice of those men and women who died in military service for their country. For those who have lost a loved one during their military service, please accept our heartfelt condolences and appreciation for your great sacrifice... And may the LORD God Almighty have mercy upon all the nations of the world by imparting the revelation of His Living Torah, Yeshua, as it says, "Where there is no prophetic vision the people cast off restraint, but blessed is the one who keeps Torah" (Prov. 29:18). If there is no prophetic vision, no apprehension of revelation, there is no direction, and this can lead to moral and spiritual disorder, chaos, and bondage. [Hebrew for Christians]

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and then a short video by a museum curator, specifically the Museum of the Bible in Washington D.C. that has been closed like so many places

and books are things that conserve words and stories, just the Bible has done for us to know grace and the path that leads the heart “Home” to God

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Believe Me

Chapter 15/??

Relationship: Rin x Reader (Your/Name) , (Full/Name)

Summit: Inside the class there was the same confusion of always, Rin and Bon were fighting over something stupid, Shima and Konekomaru were trying to stop them while Shiemi and Izumo were laughing for the scene. Everything was as always. Until the bell rang. The Exwires notice that the professor was late, but nobody knew why. When the door opened… A new student arrived to the True Cross Academy. She’s smart and strong, still a quiet and solitary person. Moved by a strange feeling, Rin would like to know her, help her if he can but nobody would think that that student was someone so… special.

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After the arrest, you’re leaded in Vatican. Once arrived, you’re in jail, with powerful seals all over your body. The days pass and you never accept to speak with the high authorities, but they’re persistent, after a week, they’re in front your cell to ask the same question "Will you reveal your secrets?" and they receive the same answer.

Almost a month has passed, and you are thinking at all the time you spent with Rin, you’re worried about him, will he be in trouble because of you? Is he ok? You need to know, but you prefer to stay in that dark cell until the Vatican will be tired and finally kill you. In the silence of the undergrounds, you hear footsteps but the sound is different. Being blindfolded, you learned to recognize the guards’ steps but those are new. Who’s coming?

<<You look quite pitiful, (Y/N)-san.>>

<<Fuck not you, stupid demon clown.>>

<<That's pretty rude.>> Mephisto goes near the bars and looks at you with a grin, <>

<<Don't bother yourself. I will not take your stupid pity->>

<<Don't you think about Rin and your lovely brother?>>

<<If you touch them, I swear Mephisto, I will send you back to Gehenna in a second.>>

<<Do not worry little one. Rin is with Shion all the time, Moriyama-san too. They asked me to do something about you, so I'm here to grant their wish.>>

<<They did it?>>

<<Indeed. They'll prove that you are harmless even with blue flames. So, your will is?>>

"I wanna stay by Rin's side... I want to spend more time with him and Shion. I was used since I was little, so if I’m controlled now, doesn't change my life at all." <<....Can you really do it?>>

<<Of course, but you will be a tool again. If you are ok with this->>

<<Can you make me talk with Rin? I want some answers before deciding.>>

<<Little boy, please come here.>>

<<!! Is he here too?!>> "But I didn't hear his footsteps, maybe Mephisto used his keys?"

<<(Y/N)...>> Rin calls your name sadly, he sees that you are treat like a wild beast, chains everywhere, blinded and they didn't even treat your wounds.

"Oh fan-fucking-tastic.... Now what I should say to him? Sorry for being an ugly monster?" <<....>>

<> waiting for Mephisto to leave, Rin sits on the ground and puts his sword next to him.

An odd silence reigns in the jail, the only thing that you can think right now is: apologize to him before it will be too late.

<<Forgive me, Rin...>>

<<......>> he wants to listen to you, and later he will say his part.

<<I lied about myself... my powers... everything. I really regret my actions but I did them ‘cause I was afraid that you would hate me. It's not an excuse or something like that, I’ll take the responsibility, I only want that you know the truth. If you don't want to see me anymore, I can go far away, you can forget about me and focus on your dream...>>

"This is not... I'm angry with you for another reason, stupid."

<<...I’ll apoligize infinite times if you want, I’ll kill myself if it makes you happy... Please believe me when I'm saying this...>> through the blindfold, tears are dropping in the cold cement, <<I really enjoyed the time we spent together... The lessons, the missions, the games and movies, the anime and all those shops you showed to me... Thank you Rin, thank to you I could laugh again, finding something I lost long time ago... I'm really a monster to trick someone like you, I deserve to die->>

<<Now it's my turn and you will listen to me.>> you raise the head for let him understand that he has all your attention, <<I’m really angry with you (Y/N), but not because you lied to me, it's your attitude.>>

"It's not the same thing...?"

<<I thought hard about the time spent together. You always kept the distance and I didn’t like it. You did it because you were afraid of hurting me, I really understand that, but why you didn't talk more to me? Even if you’re half-demon or have blue flames, I won’t reject you, I like you for who you are.>>

<<Rin, please look at me.>> using Satan's flames, you burn the blindfold and melt all the chains which blocked you.

<<I'm watching you, (Y/N).>>

<<Do it better.>> you walk towards him and kneel in front of the Exwire, making the light of the tourches highlitgh all your tattoos, your scars, your mutations, and push your hair back, you show the other eye, <<I'm disgusting, someone pure like you->>

<<You’re beautiful.>> Rin didn't know that you’ve mismatched eyes, a priceless purple in one and a wonderful golden yellow on the other eye, wounded by a clawed scar, <<Even if you’re full of scars, for me are like a proof that you fought back with all yourself and you won. Even if your eyes have different colors, it will be always beautiful to me. Your wings are cool and I bet they’re soft too. Your tail and teeth are like mine, so I don’t feel uneasy anymore.>>

<<But isn't creepy seeing a woman with all these scars, tattoos and a demon look?>>

<<In your body nothing is disgusting or creepy, stop saying that.>>

<<....Can I believe those words?>>

<<Yeah.>> he reaches your face with the hands, <<I, Shiemi and Shion have talked with Yukio and the others about you, and everyone was against your execution... But before you get out of here, I want to finish what I was saying.>>

<<Sorry...>>

<<(Y/N), how many times do I have to tell you to not do something by yourself? Tell me if you want to do something... You make me worry too much.>> putting a wry smile on his face, Rin wraps your hand gently with his.

<<Sorry...>> you squeeze that warm skin, <>

<<Oh... Do you want me to leave then?>> he sees your head rests on the cold bars and moves it sideways, <<Promise to tell me before you’ll do something next time. Take me whenever you go, ok?>>

"He's right. I'm not the only one struggling... There's a possibilty that I will die, he must be struggling with it too. In spite of it, he treats me so kindly..." <<Thanks.>>

<<Why are you thanking me?>> the demon is a little confused, to him, he didn't do anything which someone must be thankful for.

<<Haha.>> chuckling, you intertwine your fingers with his, careful to not hurt him with claws, <<It's because you just made me happy.>>

<<How and when?>> "Her fingers are so thin and long, her hands are little... How can she use such powers easily with this body?"

<<Staying by my side now.>> murmuring so, she rests the chin on the bar and smile, <<You’re the first one who talks even touches me after what you saw...>> moving forwards, the girl stops before she could touch his lips, <>

<<....You think you need to ask me that?>> Rin smiles showing his fangs with a blush, <<Of course, because I love you too, (Y/N).>>

<<What you said...?!>>

<<....No, what you have said?!>>

Both of you realize just now the each other's words. The girl and the demon have a hard blush on their faces and they avoid their eyes for a while... When the eyes meet again, both laugh and get as near as possible to the partner. You are so happy that tears are falling, you couldn't ask for nothing more than that. The person you love has the same feelings, he is stronger than a normal human, he is kind, funny, caring... If you die now, you’ve no regrets anymore.

<<You’re strong and beautiful...>> now it's Rin who approches your face, <<You are the best woman in the whole world to me, (Y/N).>>

<<Hey Satan.>> you can feel his breath on your lips, and it's a sensation that you depend from already, <<You are praising me too much.>>

<<I'm just telling the truth...>> saying so, the Exwire seals your lips with his, <>

<<You better keep that.>> you move your free hand to his face, <> the boy laughes at the joke and again, he seals your lips with a kiss.

Enjoying the each other presence in the silence, Mephisto comes back and attends your answer. With a smile, the principal goes back to the school dragging Rin along, preparing all the necessary for the trial. Calling a guard, you express your will to talk with the Vatican high autorities.

After that, almost another week pass, and your trial is setted.

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Handcuffed, you get out from your cell, escorted by Mephisto and a guard. You walk until you find on the way all your classmates and Yukio. The guard excuses himself, so the guys approach in a different way. You stay quiet, without any seals, your odd look is out, you’re taller in your demon form, and that doesn't help you to look harmless, so even an "hello" can be dangerous for them. That's what you thought.

<<(Y/N)-san.>> Yukio walks near you and adjusts his glasses.

<<Y-yes!>> you jump stressful, "Close your eyes and bare your teeth!"

<<Don't worry, I don't hate you, not fear you.>> he pats your shoulder, <<You can talk to me about anything. I'll always be here for you.>>

<<E-eh?>> "I heard right? He doesn't hate me?"

<> Bon approches you too and shakes your hands, <<Thanks and sorry for the bad things I did and said to you.>>

<<...>> barely you can process all those kind words, "Are they insane? What is happening? Why everybody is apologizing to me?"

<<(Y/N)-chan!>> Shiemi hugs you, dragging your body down, you're too tall for her now, <<Let's do something fun together after this, ok? I'll wait for you!>>

Even Izumo, Konekomaru and Shima apologize to you, and promise that they’ll try their best to get along with you from now on. All those words are new to you. In the past, no one said those things, no one would look or touch you... Caught off guard again, tears are falling from your surprised face. Everyone get worried, maybe they were too much for you? Why are you crying?

<<Thank you...>> closing your wings, you managed to cover yourself, <<Thank you... Thank you so much...>>

<<Is anyone in there?>> Shiemi gets up on her feet trying to see you, <<Hello?>>

<<The next one is knocking on my wings?>> you move those beautiful dark feathers and see the blond girl in front of you with a smile, opening your wings to get nearer, <<W-what?>>

<<Woah!>> her gaze is like Christmas lights... Where did you see that before? <<Your eyes are so pretty! And the wings are so soft! Can I touch them again?>>

<<E-eh? I don't mind...>> moving one next to the classmate, she ruffles it like an animal, this is embarassing as hell, how you should react to this??

<<It's true!>> now the others are touching them, <<Wow, they smell like cherry blossom! Do you use a shampoo for these?>>

<<Shima, what kind of question is that?!>> Bon hits him and Konekomaru apologizes to you for his rudeness, <<He is stupid, forgive him (Y/N).>>

<<Hahaha, don't worry chicken head.>> "Ops, I shouldn't call him like that, right?"

<<Like the Satan's progeny orders!>> all kneel in front of you. Confused you look Rin, he’s confused as well, they weren't talking about him? Then, you realize.

<<Hold on, first, stand up guys!>>

<<Like the Satan's progeny->>

<<I'm not Satan's daughter... Ah, this is so embarissing!>> you blush a little, <<Please don't kneel again, ok?>>

<<We must obey at the order of Satan's daughter, right?>> Bon says with a smile.

<<Right, I don't wanna burn alive, so let's obey her and him.>> Izumo is in this too?!

<> Yukio too... Why?

<<Guess this prank will go for a long time.>>

<<(Y/N)-san, it's time. We need to go.>> Mephisto will lead the way and the group will follow you too, <<Are you ready?>>

<<Yeah.>> you take a few steps backwards, kneel and rest the head on the ground, <<If I won’t survive, please everyone, take care of Shion for me.>>

You stand up and walk quietly next to Mephisto. The man tried to make fun of you, but those eyes are too much for him too, so he restrained himself. On the way, you feel something on your tail. Feel it better, you understand that is Rin's one. He didn't want to leave you, but he couldn't take your hand so he decided to hold the tail. It's even better, no one will see him doing it, and you will be safe for any suspucious movements.

A bright light lights the path and Mephisto stops in the dark... A room is in front of you, and only that dark line divides you from the beginning of the trial, so that's why the principal stopped.

<<Showing your tail so easily to them, you are gentler than years ago.>> he said crossing the arms behind the back.

<<Shut up. Moreover, you are my lawyer or something like that?>>

<<Indeed.>>

<<Great, I'll go to the gallows right away. Thanks a fuckin’ lot.>>

<<Do not worry, you answer what they will ask and I will support your words.>>

<<(F/N), come in front of us!>>

With that order, the guards add heavy chains on the handcuffs to guide you and avoid any escape attempt. Rin lets your tail go slowly, and follows the others. Moving forwards, a birght light blinds you for a few seconds.

After your sight is back, you see many people over various floors and three persons covered by a white veil captured your attention.

"So this is the Grigori..." the guards stop you and a powerful anti-demon seal appears on the floor, crushing you down, and other exorcists throwed holy water, worsing your wouds. Angel and Shura are next to you for safety reasons. "Thanks a fuckin’ lot to you too."

Mephisto climbs the stairs and stands in front of the jury. Yukio, Rin and your friends are near the main door, they didin’t have the permission to assist, but Mephisto covered them with an exscuse that he’ll show soon.

---Continue...

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

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📖📖📖📖📖 JOHN 1: 32-33 KJV📖📖📖📖📖

AND JOHN BARE RECORD, SAYING, I SAW THE SPIRIT💫DESCENDING FROM HEAVEN LIKE A DOVE, AND IT ABODE ABOVE HIM.

AND I KNEW HIM NOT: BUT HE THAT SENT ME TO BAPTIZE WITH WATER🌊THE SAME SAID UNTO ME, UPON WHOM THOU SHALT SEE THE SPIRIT💫DESCENDING, AND REMAINING ON HIM, THE SAME IS HE WHICH BAPTISETH WITH THE HOLY💫SPIRIT

#1 THE BAPTISM OF CHRIST✝

PAINTED IN 1710 AERT DE GELDER✝

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#2. THE MIRACLE OF THE SNOW

MASOLINO DA PANICALE IN 1400

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#3. PAINTED IN THE 15TH CENTURY

THE MADONNA WITH SAINT GIOVANNINO

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#4. THE CRUCIFIXION PAINTED IN YEAR 1350

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📖📖📖📖📖 LUKE 1:34-36 KJV 📖📖📖📖📖

THEN SAID MARY UNTO THE ANGEL, HOW SHALL THIS BE, SEEING I KNOW NOT A MAN?

AND THE ANGEL ANSWERED AND SAID UNTO HER, THE HOLY💫GHOST💫SHALL COME UPON THEE, AND THE POWER OF THE HIGHEST SHALL OVERSHADOW THEE; THEREFORE ALSO THAT HOLY💫THING WHICH SHALL BE BORN OF THEE SHALL BE CALLED THE SON✝ OF GOD✝

#5. THE ANNUNCIATION

PAINTED BY CARLO CRIVELLI IN YEAR 1486

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📖📖📖📖📖[DANIEL 7:9 KJV]📖📖📖📖📖

I BEHELD TO THE THRONES WERE CAST DOWN, AND THE ANCIENT OF DAYS🌅DID SIT WHOSE GARMENT WAS WHITE AS SNOW AND THE HAIR OF HIS HEAD LIKE THE PURE [WOOL:] HIS THRONE LIKE THE FIERY🔥 FLAME, AND HIS WHEELS AS BURNING FIRE.

#6. GLORIFICATION OF THE EUCHARIST

👁GOD💫HIMSELF IS PICTURED ON THE RIGHT SIDE [HIS IMAGE INCORRECT] BUT NONE THE LESS THIS HAPPENED AS IT WAS [FORETOLD TO PROPHETS] IT IS SO ENOCH✝ WHO GRACED 👁GOD💫ON THE LEFT SIDE WITH [HIS✝ BLESSED✝ PRESENCE] FOR OUR 👁GOD💫[DID SO DELIGHT IN HIM✝ SO!!!]

LET TRUTH REALITY BE FOREVER KNOWN!!!

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#7. THE MAGNIFICAT

PAINTED IN THE 15TH CENTURY

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#8. THE CRUCIFIXION OF CHRIST✝

PAINTED IN THE 17TH CENTURY

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#9. BACCHUS AND ARIADNE

BY LUCA GIORDANO 16TH CENTURY

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#10. ANNALES LAURISSEN 12TH CENTURY

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GODSAYS💫IT IS REAL DEMONS👹IN FLESH WHO IN [ANCIENT TIMES CENTURIES AGO] WHO DID SO GO AGAINST ME, THY 👁GOD💫

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AND IT IS SO REAL DEMONS👹IN [FLESH] WHO NOW GO AGAINST ME, THY 👁GOD💫

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MANY [EVANGELICALS IN THE DEEP SOUTH] OF AMERICA🇺🇸CLAIMING TO THEIR MANY EAGER CHURCH MEMBERS THAT THERE IS [NO CONNECTION BETWEEN HOLY💫SPIRIT] AND WHAT [MANKIND CALLS UFO'S] WHICH IS, AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY ANGELS👽WHOM COME IN MANY FORMS, I SPEAK IT!!!

👉LOOK UPON THESE ANCIENT PAINTINGS🙏LET YOUR OWN 💫SPIRIT💫GUIDE YOU🙏👉GET THEE, AND THY FAMILIES FAR AWAY🙏FROM THESE FALSE ONES MISLEADING👉WITH FALSEHOODS FOR SURELY THIS IS 🙏YOUR WARNING MY CREATED CHILDREN

🌄THE SIGNS HAVE BEEN LEFT FOR YOU🌄▶WHERE IS YOUR BELIEF IN ME? THY GOD

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SURELY, [TRUTH REALITY] OF SIGHTINGS OF MY ANGELS😇HAVE BEEN WITNESSED FOR MANY CENTURIES YET THEY ARE HIDDEN IN 👉MUSEUMS AND CHURCHES⛪AND ART👈 👉COLLECTORS HOMES MANY STOLEN👈 [SO PASSED AROUND AND LIED UPON!!!]

IT SICKENS ME, I AM HE, THY LIVING GOD💫TO WATCH [MY CREATED CHILDREN] TRULY MISLEAD BY THESE FALSEHOODS TOLD BY THESE SPIRITLESS, WHO CLAIM TO BE SO CONNECTED TO ME, [THIS IS A GREAT LIE]

THEY PROPHECY TO YOU FROM THEIR EVIL PULPITS DENYING YOU [TRUTH REALITY!!!]

[PREACHING AND LECTURING] THAT THE ONE KNOWN IN HOLY💫HEAVEN ABOVE💫

AND HELL🔥ITSELF AS DEMONTRUMP👹IS NOT WHO MY ANGEL BROTHER AND MANY ANGEL MESSENGERS OF MY HOLY💫WORD HAVE SPOKEN HIM👹 TRUTH TO BE,

BUT HE👹IS SO, WHOM I AM HE✝ I SPEAK IT OF WHO LEADS MANY DEMONS👹IN FLESH WHO IN TURN [DO HIS BIDDING TO] TO KEEP THE MANY SPIRITUALLY💫SLEEPING ONE'S IN HIS👹DEMON FLOCK!!!

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[REAL PROOF] OF THE REPUBLICAN PARTY CHANGE WAS GIVEN IN THE YEAR OF 2000

WHEN THE EVIL👹 LEADERSHIP TURNED TO SATAN👹HIMSELF AS THEY TURNED THE SPIRIT💫LIFE✝ 5🌟STAR PENDGRAM UPSIDE DOWN TO REPRESENT THE EVIL👹GOP!!!

👉👉DEMONS👹INVERTED THE STARS👈👈

AND MOST OF YOU MY CHILDREN KNOW THIS, YET YOU STILL STAY IN THE GOP?

👉DEEP INSIDE YOUR SOULS LAST CRY FOR SURVIVAL YOU KNOW IT HAS NOT BEEN THE SAME SINCE 1999!!! WHY? THINK!!!

WHY WOULD THE EVIL👹GOP👹SENATORS BLOCK ANY WITNESSES FROM TESTIFYING? ♦♦♦ [REPUBLICAN WITNESSES] ♦♦♦ ♦♦▶WILLING TO TELL THE TRUTH◀♦♦

YOU KNOW THE TRUTH!!! ITS IN YOUR SPIRIT 👉DO SO LEAVE THAT POLITICAL👹PARTY AND DO AS YOU DESIRE [START ONE] IF YOU WISH, AS LONG AS IT INVOLVES ME, GOD💫

FOR THE GOP USE TOO BUT IT HASN'T DONE SO FOR 20+YEARS SATAN👹HAS THE YOUR CALLED LEADERS AND THEY DO HIS WORK!!

I AM HE, THY LIVING SPIRITUAL💫GOD💫DO SPEAK IT TRUTH REALITY TO MY CHILDREN!

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I AM HE✝ THY GOD💫CONTROL ALL THAT IS!

👉DO NOT HATE THE TRUTH NOR THOSE👈 👉MESSENGERS I HAVE SENT BACK TOO👈👉AWAKEN🌄YOU SPIRITUALLY💫WAKE UP!

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"FOR HE SHALL GIVE HIS ANGELS CHARGE OVER THEE, TO KEEP THEE IN ALL THY WAYS."

FOR SURELY, STANDING THERE EVEN THEN EAST OF [THE GARDEN OF EDEN] AT THE VERY [EDGE OF IT] WHERE THE FLAMING🔥SWORD WAS ROTATING BACK AND FOURTH PROTECTING THE TREE🌳OF LIFE✝ FROM ADAM RETURNING TO SPEAK WITH GOD💫ABOUT HIS SIN, WAS SO OUR BROTHER THE HEAD ANGEL KING👑 OF MERCY💫

WHO SPOKE WITH HIM✝ AND CALMED HIS✝ MIGHTY ANGER, FOR GOD✝ DID SO REGRET CREATING MANKIND✝ FOR IT GRIEVED HIM✝ IN HIS✝ HEART❤OUR GOD✝ LISTENED✝ AND AND FORGAVE ADAM😇 AND EVE😇THEN [SO PASSED HARD JUDGEMENT ON THEM] ADAM✝ TO LABOR HARD THE GROUND AND EVE✝ TO LABOR HARD GIVING BIRTH👣

YET, IF IT WERE NOT FOR THE HEAVENLY💫WISDOM THE HEAD ANGEL KING OF MERCY CHOSE TO SPEAK TO OUR GOD💫SURELY MANKIND✝ WOULD HAVE ENDED!!!

SO, IF ANY LIVING IN OUR GODS💫CREATED WORLD🌎THINKS THAT I AM IN CHARGE ALONE OF THIS PLANET CALLED EARTH🌍

DO THINK AGAIN AND AGAIN!!! AND READ PSALMS 91:11 KJV AND SEE WHERE IT SAYS FOR HE✝ SHALL GIVE HIS ANGELS CHARGE OVER THEE, [NOT ANGEL] CHARGE OVER THEE!!!

👉CHARGE TO [HELP] GUIDE MANKIND AND DELIVER ALL OF OUR 👁GODS💫MESSAGES FOR ONLY 👁GOD💫IS IN TOTAL CONTROL!!!

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FALSE JOBS NUMBERS✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔ LIES 👉[BUREAU OF LABOR STATISTICS]👈

[501,000 FEWER JOBS CREATED IN U.S.🇺🇸] THAN REPORTED BY EVIL ADMINISTRATION SEE MARKETWATCH ARTICLE 8/24/2019!!!

♦ NOT 5,000, NOT 50,000 BUT 500,000 ♦ JOBS REPORTED FALSELY TO AMERICANS!!!

DEMONTRUMPS👹TAX CUTS CREATED NO JOBS!!! IT SAVED THE WEALTHY MONEY 💰◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦

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FALSE MANUFACTURING JOBS NUMBERS✔

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FARM🚜BANKRUPTCIES AT ALL TIME HIGH⬆ AGRICULTURE🚜 SURPLUS SMALLEST IN THE LAST 🚩40 YEARS!!!🚩

👉WISCONSIN🇺🇸LOSING 2 FARMS A DAY👈✔NOW FACING SERIOUS DAIRY🐄CRISIS✔

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GLOBAL OIL🛢MARKET WORSEN'S AS OPEC TAKES 🚩EMERGENCY ACTION🚩TO DEAL WITH 💥[CORONAVIRUS]💥

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BRITAIN🇬🇧PRODUCTIVITY DECLINE IS THE WORSE IN 250 YEARS. -BLOOMBERG NEWS

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WALL STREET BROKERS BRACING FOR WILD 👉VOLATILITY ADVISING MOST INVESTORS 👉TO BUY ON THE DIP👈 🚩RED FLAGS🚩

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🚩🚩YIELD-CURVE INVERSION REDUX🚩🚩SPREAD BETWEEN A 3 MONTH AND 10 YEAR 📉TREASURIES GETTING WORSE DAILY📉

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MANUFACTURING JOBS FELL IN THE U.S.🇺🇸👉[RUST-BELT SWING STATES🇺🇸IN 2019]👈INDIANA, MICHIGAN, PENNSYLVANIA, OHIO ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾

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CHINA🇨🇳WISELY INJECTS 380 BILLION YUAN VIA 7DAY REVERSE REPOS THEN ANOTHER 120 BILLION YUAN IN 14DAYS A TOTAL OF 500BILLION YUAN OR $71 BILLION U.S.🇺🇸 WHY? [TO SAVE THE GLOBAL🌎MARKET📉]

👉BECAUSE OF THE GLOBAL SLOWDOWN👈GOD💫PROPHECY OF GLOBAL RECESSION!!!

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GODS💫CREATED CHILDREN IN HIS WORLD 👉HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU DID TO HELP👈 👉👉[SAVE THE WORLD'S🌎ECONOMY]👈👈

☝THAT'S WHY THE STOCK MARKET IS UP☝

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BLESSINGS4 JOVANA TIPSIN🔥SHE HAS SO RECEIVED A FLAMING FIRE🔥SYMBOL AND SHALL BE INVITED TO A FUTURE ANGEL😇QUEENS💜PARTY🎉

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GODSAYS💫SURELY MY PROPHECY OVER [2] YEARS AGO POSTED THEN ON [GOOGLE+] [SHALL BE SO TRUTH] ON A COLD🌬AND CLOUDY☁JULY SUMMER DAY!!!

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👉5 PROPHECIES GIVEN SHALL BE JUST AS THEE OTHER [6] THAT CAME TO BE REALITY

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[3,3 AND3 AFTER THE EARLY DAWN✔]

👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ CAME TO REALITY JUST [3] DAYS AFTER ON JUNE 14TH AT A [GOP CHARITY] BASEBALL PRACTICE IN ALEXANDRIA, VA. WHEN A SHOOTER SHOT MULTIPLE ROUNDS STRIKING THEN [GOP] MAJORITY WHIP STEVE SCALISE👹[3RD] IN LINE FROM THE PRESIDENCY AND OTHERS FROM [3RD] BASE!!!

[JUNE 14TH 2017!!!]

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[WHITESTARS WARNED TO OBEY✔]

👉THEY WERE TOLD TO GET READY!!!👈

2 DAYS AFTER 👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ [59] CONCERTGOERS IN PARADISE, NEVADA WERE KILLED BY SHOOTER!!!

[OCTOBER 2017!!!]

#SPIRIT💫JUMP!!!

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[TRAIN ACCIDENT✔]

5 WEEKS AFTER 👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ A AMTRAK TRAIN🚆CARRYING REPUBLICANS TO A RETREAT CRASHES INTO TRUCK🚚 NEAR CORZET, VIRGINIA AND KILLS DRIVER!

[JANUARY 2018!!!]

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[MEGA EARTHQUAKES IN MEXICO🇲🇽✔]

2 DAYS AFTER 👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ A 7.2 MEGA EARTHQUAKE KILLS OVER [200+] PEOPLE!!! GOD💫GAVE ME INSTRUCTIONS TO HAVE HEAVENS💫SPIRITUAL ANGELS💫TO STIR THE GROUND AND KILL!!! THEY DID!!

[FEBRUARY 2018!!!]

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[BIG VOLCANO ERUPTING🌋✔]

AFTER 250 YEARS JAPAN VOLCANO BLOWS! 2 MONTHS AFTER 👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ IT DID SO SHOCK MANY PEOPLE!!!

[APRIL 2018!!!]

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[DARKSTARS WARNED TO OBEY✔]

👉THEY WERE TOLD TO GET READY!!!👈

A WEEK AFTER GODS💫PROPHECY✝ [22] PEOPLE WERE SHOT AND INJURED AT A ART FESTIVAL IN TRENTON, NEW JERSEY!

[JUNE 2018!!!]

#SPIRIT💫JUMP!!!

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NONE OF MANKIND CAN STOP GODS PLANS

NONE OF MANKIND CAN STOP PROPHECIES

THE OBEDIENT ONES OF OUR MIGHTY GOD UNDERSTAND TIME IS RUNNING OUT⏳FOR ALL OF MANKIND FOR THESE ARE REALLY THE LAST OF END DAYS🌅

👁GOD💫IS MIGHTY IN HOLY💫POWER FOR HE✝ ALONE IS IN TOTAL CONTROL!!!

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ONLY 👁GOD💫CAN CHANGE HEAVENLY💫COLORED✝ VISIONS AND PROPHECIES✝

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ONLY OUR BABYANGELS😇BIRTHS👣CAN [SAVE MANKIND] 👁GOD💫SAID! FOR HE✝ SHALL GIVE MANKIND ⭐21⭐EXTRA YEARS OF ⭐EXISTENCE⭐AFTER THEIR BORN👣

IF, THEY ARE NOT BORN 💥WW3💥DEATH💀DESTRUCTION FOR ALL OF MANKIND!!!

👉👉GODSAYS💫IT CAN BE AVERTED👈👈

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TRUST STARNEISHA👽 BAYSHARA😇HOVER!DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE LORD GOD💫

BEFORE THE NOTRE DAME CATHEDRAL⛪ FIRE🔥IN FRANCE🇫🇷 WHAT MANKIND CALLS A UFO WAS SEEN 15 MINUTES BEFORE AND MANY VOLCANOES SMOKE AND ERUPT🌋 AFTER WHAT MANKIND CALLS A UFO WAS SEEN!!! DO YOUR RESEARCH AND OBEY!!!

🌅DO SO OBEY OUR MIGHTY LORD GOD✝🌅

~ENOCH😇FROM THE HOLY💫HEAVENS💫

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BLESSINGS4 STEVEN BARONE💫WHO RECORDED THIS LAST NIGHT🌌

BLESSINGS4 UFO MAN💫WHO POSTED THIS TRUTH REALITY VIDEO 45 MINUTES AGO! 10:45AM PST 2/6/20

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DO NOT MAKE ANY MISTAKE CHILDREN OF 👁GOD💫ALL OF US HIS ANGELS IN [FLESH] ARE NOT PERFECT IN ANY WAY! WE ALL DO MAKE MISTAKES AND HAVE OUR OPINIONS ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO SOME WE KNOW OR HAVE KNOWN! [BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE]✔ WE DO NOT TAKE IT PERSONALLY WHEN OUR OWN OPINIONS ARE VERY DIFFERENT FROM ONE ANOTHER'S! SOME OF MY ANGELQUEENS👑

ARE [PROFESSIONAL JOURNALISTS] WHO COME UNDER FIRE FOR SOMETHING ASKED OR SOMETHING SAID WRONGLY OR TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT THIS IS THE NATURE OF THE BUSINESS 👁GOD💫TRULY KNOWS ALL OF OUR HEARTS, MINDS AND SPIRITS AND ALLOWS US TO BE OURSELVES INCLUDING MYSELF WHO MANY WORLDWIDE REFER TO AS [THE FOUL MOUTHED ANGEL,] ITS TRUE!!

MANY WORLDWIDE🌎CAN'T BELIEVE GOD✝ WOULD HAVE 👉[ONE OF HIS TOP TWO]👈 ANGELS😇 IN [CHARGE OF HIS CREATED] CHILDREN USE SUCH VULGAR LANGUAGE BUT YOU WOULD BE INCREDIBLY WRONG!!!

OUR MIGHTY 👁GODS💫[IDEA] OF WHICH [ANGELS GET CHOSEN FOR SPECIFIC JOBS] OR JOURNEYS ARE [TOTALLY DIFFERENT] FROM YOURS, [HIS REASONS ARE HIS OWN]

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REMEMBER THIS, ALL OF YOU WORLDWIDE NOAH✝ WAS A DRUNK, MOSES✝ STUTTERED ABRAHAM✝WAS TOO OLD, ISAIAH✝HIMSELF PREACHED NAKED, JONAH✝ DID RUN FROM GOD✝💫PETER✝ DENIED JESUS✝CHRIST✝ SAMSON✝ WAS A WOMANIZER WHO HAD LONG HAIR, RAHAB✝ WAS A PROSTITUTE AND KING DAVID✝ HAD AN AFFAIR!!!

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👁GOD💫[DOES NOT] CHOOSE ACCORDING TO WHAT ANY OF YOU IN MANKIND THINKS SHOULD BE!!! I AM HE, THY LIVING GOD💫CHOOSES [FOR HIS REASONS ALONE] ONLY HE, HIMSELF DOES SO KNOW AND MAKE NO MISTAKE [WE HIS ANGEL FAMILY] ARE NOT PERFECT NOR WERE ANY OF OUR CHOSEN 🙏ANGEL ANCESTORS IN [FLESH!!!]🙏

SO, WHEN YOU [HEAR OR SEE US] EXPRESS OUR [PERSONAL OPINIONS] ON A SUBJECT OR ON EACHOTHER MAKE NO MISTAKE ITS [A OPINION AT THAT TIME!]

TRUST, IT IS NOT EVER PERSONAL SURELY WE HIS [ANGEL FAMILY] KNOW HOW FAR TO GO, [THERE IS A LINE] HE DOES NOT ALLOW EVEN US TO CROSS!!! WE STAND UNITED IN STANDING UP☝FOR HIM✝

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Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where misfortune had abandoned us. [1961] INSTEAD OF A PREFACE During the frightening years of the Yezhov terror, I spent seventeen months waiting in prison queues in Leningrad. One day, somehow, someone 'picked me out'. On that occasion there was a woman standing behind me, her lips blue with cold, who, of course, had never in her life heard my name. Jolted out of the torpor characteristic of all of us, she said into my ear (everyone whispered there) - 'Could one ever describe this?' And I answered - 'I can.' It was then that something like a smile slid across what had previously been just a face. [The 1st of April in the year 1957. Leningrad] DEDICATION Mountains fall before this grief, A mighty river stops its flow, But prison doors stay firmly bolted Shutting off the convict burrows And an anguish close to death. Fresh winds softly blow for someone, Gentle sunsets warm them through; we don't know this, We are everywhere the same, listening To the scrape and turn of hateful keys And the heavy tread of marching soldiers. Waking early, as if for early mass, Walking through the capital run wild, gone to seed, We'd meet - the dead, lifeless; the sun, Lower every day; the Neva, mistier: But hope still sings forever in the distance. The verdict. Immediately a flood of tears, Followed by a total isolation, As if a beating heart is painfully ripped out, or, Thumped, she lies there brutally laid out, But she still manages to walk, hesitantly, alone. Where are you, my unwilling friends, Captives of my two satanic years? What miracle do you see in a Siberian blizzard? What shimmering mirage around the circle of the moon? I send each one of you my salutation, and farewell. [March 1940] INTRODUCTION [PRELUDE] It happened like this when only the dead Were smiling, glad of their release, That Leningrad hung around its prisons Like a worthless emblem, flapping its piece. Shrill and sharp, the steam-whistles sang Short songs of farewell To the ranks of convicted, demented by suffering, As they, in regiments, walked along - Stars of death stood over us As innocent Russia squirmed Under the blood-spattered boots and tyres Of the black marias. I You were taken away at dawn. I followed you As one does when a corpse is being removed. Children were crying in the darkened house. A candle flared, illuminating the Mother of God. . . The cold of an icon was on your lips, a death-cold sweat On your brow - I will never forget this; I will gather To wail with the wives of the murdered streltsy Inconsolably, beneath the Kremlin towers. [1935. Autumn. Moscow] II Silent flows the river Don A yellow moon looks quietly on Swanking about, with cap askew It sees through the window a shadow of you Gravely ill, all alone The moon sees a woman lying at home Her son is in jail, her husband is dead Say a prayer for her instead. III It isn't me, someone else is suffering. I couldn't. Not like this. Everything that has happened, Cover it with a black cloth, Then let the torches be removed. . . Night. IV Giggling, poking fun, everyone's darling, The carefree sinner of Tsarskoye Selo If only you could have foreseen What life would do with you - That you would stand, parcel in hand, Beneath the Crosses, three hundredth in line, Burning the new year's ice With your hot tears. Back and forth the prison poplar sways With not a sound - how many innocent Blameless lives are being taken away. . . [1938] V For seventeen months I have been screaming, Calling you home. I've thrown myself at the feet of butchers For you, my son and my horror. Everything has become muddled forever - I can no longer distinguish Who is an animal, who a person, and how long The wait can be for an execution. There are now only dusty flowers, The chinking of the thurible, Tracks from somewhere into nowhere And, staring me in the face And threatening me with swift annihilation, An enormous star. [1939] VI Weeks fly lightly by. Even so, I cannot understand what has arisen, How, my son, into your prison White nights stare so brilliantly. Now once more they burn, Eyes that focus like a hawk, And, upon your cross, the talk Is again of death. [1939. Spring] VII THE VERDICT The word landed with a stony thud Onto my still-beating breast. Nevermind, I was prepared, I will manage with the rest. I have a lot of work to do today; I need to slaughter memory, Turn my living soul to stone Then teach myself to live again. . . But how. The hot summer rustles Like a carnival outside my window; I have long had this premonition Of a bright day and a deserted house. [22 June 1939. Summer. Fontannyi Dom] VIII TO DEATH You will come anyway - so why not now? I wait for you; things have become too hard. I have turned out the lights and opened the door For you, so simple and so wonderful. Assume whatever shape you wish. Burst in Like a shell of noxious gas. Creep up on me Like a practised bandit with a heavy weapon. Poison me, if you want, with a typhoid exhalation, Or, with a simple tale prepared by you (And known by all to the point of nausea), take me Before the commander of the blue caps and let me glimpse The house administrator's terrified white face. I don't care anymore. The river Yenisey Swirls on. The Pole star blazes. The blue sparks of those much-loved eyes Close over and cover the final horror. [19 August 1939. Fontannyi Dom] IX Madness with its wings Has covered half my soul It feeds me fiery wine And lures me into the abyss. That's when I understood While listening to my alien delirium That I must hand the victory To it. However much I nag However much I beg It will not let me take One single thing away: Not my son's frightening eyes - A suffering set in stone, Or prison visiting hours Or days that end in storms Nor the sweet coolness of a hand The anxious shade of lime trees Nor the light distant sound Of final comforting words. [14 May 1940. Fontannyi Dom] X CRUCIFIXION Weep not for me, mother. I am alive in my grave. 1. A choir of angels glorified the greatest hour, The heavens melted into flames. To his father he said, 'Why hast thou forsaken me!' But to his mother, 'Weep not for me. . .' [1940. Fontannyi Dom] 2. Magdalena smote herself and wept, The favourite disciple turned to stone, But there, where the mother stood silent, Not one person dared to look. [1943. Tashkent] EPILOGUE 1. I have learned how faces fall, How terror can escape from lowered eyes, How suffering can etch cruel pages Of cuneiform-like marks upon the cheeks. I know how dark or ash-blond strands of hair Can suddenly turn white. I've learned to recognise The fading smiles upon submissive lips, The trembling fear inside a hollow laugh. That's why I pray not for myself But all of you who stood there with me Through fiercest cold and scorching July heat Under a towering, completely blind red wall. 2. The hour has come to remember the dead. I see you, I hear you, I feel you: The one who resisted the long drag to the open window; The one who could no longer feel the kick of familiar soil beneath her feet; The one who, with a sudden flick of her head, replied, 'I arrive here as if I've come home!' I'd like to name you all by name, but the list Has been removed and there is nowhere else to look. So, I have woven you this wide shroud out of the humble words I overheard you use. Everywhere, forever and always, I will never forget one single thing. Even in new grief. Even if they clamp shut my tormented mouth Through which one hundred million people scream; That's how I wish them to remember me when I am dead On the eve of my remembrance day. If someone someday in this country Decides to raise a memorial to me, I give my consent to this festivity But only on this condition - do not build it By the sea where I was born, I have severed my last ties with the sea; Nor in the Tsar's Park by the hallowed stump Where an inconsolable shadow looks for me; Build it here where I stood for three hundred hours And no-one slid open the bolt. Listen, even in blissful death I fear That I will forget the Black Marias, Forget how hatefully the door slammed and an old woman Howled like a wounded beast. Let the thawing ice flow like tears From my immovable bronze eyelids And let the prison dove coo in the distance While ships sail quietly along the river. [March 1940. Fontannyi Dom]

Anna Akhmatova, Requiem, 1935-87

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letdecemberburninflames · 7 years

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One Last Ride (Winchester Sister!Reader)

A/N:

This is for @daughters-and-winsisters writing contest. All writing in italics is flashbacks.

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When I went to bed that night I was very confused. I had scouted out a complete two mile perimeter around the hotel, above ground and below. Nothing. Nothing strange, no demons, no monsters, no one seeing anything weird, not one hair out of place. I let my eyes flutter close, exhausted. Being a hunter, I needed only a few hours sleep, but I didn't care. The cotton sheets were so soft and warm, especially after such a long day. I wondered if this is what it felt like. To be a normal person, free from worries. I let my mind drift off into dreamland, for the first time in a while.

I was in a park. The sky was unnaturally blue, the grass a vibrant green. I was the only one there, or so it seemed. I turned a slow circle, then froze when I saw a man on a bench, his back to me.

"Hello there, Y/N. So nice to finally meet you."

"Who are you." My eyes narrowed as the man stood, turning to face me.

The guy, who apparently thought he was all that and a bag of jelly beans, flashed me a blindingly white grin. "Why, being the smart girl you are, I thought you would have figured that out already." His eyes flickered from brown to swirling purple. "I'm Abraxas."

"Yes, well Abraxas I don't really go for guys who can flashbang a whole country with their teeth. Care to tell me why you've bought me a hotel room?"

He walked closer. "My employer is very interested in you, sweetheart. He has a deal proposition for you, but will only offer it if you pass his test..."

"Does one of his "tests" include listening to you trying to sweet talk me without blowing my own brains out?"

"Mmm." He bit his lip. "I like 'em feisty. But I would bite that tongue of yours if I were you...." He bent his neck, whispering in my ear, "For the sake of your dear brother Sammy..."

"What did you do to my brother." I growled. Sam was Lucifer’s vessel, and the upcoming apocalypse had all of wound a bit tightly.

"Oh, me?" Abraxas stepped back and placed a hand on his chest, looking shocked that I accused him of something. "I didn't do anything. In fact, it was all you. Well, you and Dean broke the first seal anyway. It all went downhill after that."

"You son of a bi-" I swung my arm at his face, but he grabbed my wrist before i could land a solid punch.

"No need for name calling." He pouted, straightening his green Hurley t-shirt. "I'm simply just delivering a message." He held up his hands in mock surrender.

"What. Is. The. Test."

"Ah, now we're getting somewhere. There's a rather nasty bunch of vampires that happen to be ticking off my boss. Take 'em down, sweetheart, and my employer will be more than happy to speak with you about a deal regarding your brother." He stuck his hands in his jeans pockets and turned to leave, whistling "Hotel California" as he went.

"Wait!" I call out.

"Yeah?" He's halfway across the park by now.

"Why the dress?" Upon my arrival in the hotel, I had found a dress with a note pinned to it that fit me perfectly in the closet of my room, which was half the reason I had been so rigorous about my perimeter sweep.

"Obviously my boss thinks you're going to be able to pass his test with flying colors. He'll need you well rested and in your best possible shape for the...never mind. Oh, and Y/N? When you complete the test, visit the address on the note."

With that, he was gone.

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I parked my car in least overgrown spot of the parking lot. Taking down the vamps- that had been the test- had been uncomfortably easy, and now I was at the Pacific Medical Center on 12th Ave. barely within the limits of Seattle, Washington. I had done some research; it had been abandoned long ago due to mysterious deaths in the hospital staff. I was supposed to meet Abraxas in the east wing, the psychiatric ward. Popping the trunk open, I rummaged through the contents for everything I'd need. Salt? Check. Holy water? Check. Everything else? Check. My sanity? Check....ish. Good thing I was headed in the direction of the psychiatric ward. I made my way through the hospital, my surroundings eerily quiet. Not a single demon in sight or out of it. I turned a corner into a hall, the east wing, the nut case area. I kept my gun in my hands regardless of my peaceful surroundings, refusing to let my guard down. I turned a corner, and a familiar Cheshire Cat smile glowed in the darkness, accompanied by a half-lidded purple gaze.

"Abraxas." I hissed.

"Nice to see you too, sweetheart. So glad you could make it. My boss is very eager to see you in person."

"Well then where the hell is he?" I glared at him.

Abraxas grinned. "Where the Hell indeed." He motioned the the door he was leaning on the doorframe of, pushing it open with his hand. "Ladies first."

"Bullshit." I muttered, but stepped through anyway.

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"Ah, the littlest Winchester."

"Lucifer. I should have known." I glare daggers in the direction of the man.

Satan grinned at me from his perch on a rusty operating table as he sipped a Mai Tai. "Nice to see you too, Y/N." When I didn't respond, he continued, "Well, we can do this one of two ways. One, you have a seat and listen to my proposition and the reasoning behind it like a good little girl. Or option two, you try and kill me, fail, and are punished and forcibly held down by Abraxas, who by the way has taken a liking to you and wouldn't mind it at all, while I tell you all about my little plan. Capisce?"

"Capisce."

"Lovely. Have a seat." Lucifer hopped off the operating table and motioned to a table with two chairs that had appeared in the blink of an eye.

I pull out the chair and sit down, crossing my legs beneath the table. I smirk rose to my face, "So then Luci, what was so important that you had me driving all the way out to Washington for you?"

"Your brother Sam is my vessel, as you know. But I'll get to that later. You. You are a rather unique individual, aren't you? The angels don't really like you, probably because you’re a Winchester. But the demons, they don't really like you either, also because you’re a Winchester. Kind of funny if you think about it. All the demons hate Dean, all the angels hate Sam, and everyone hates you!"

"Yeah." I blew a piece of hair out of my face. "Hilarious."

"But you see, you're useful to me. I need you. You are the wild card of the vessels, I could use a faithful servant down in Hell. Especially one as powerful as you have the potential to be. I will also quit bothering your brother about being my vessel. Sure, he was supposed to host me with the apocalypse coming on, fight Michael, blah blah blah, but now I have you! With a little training, you'll be perfect. I'll even give you two months here in this beautiful city if you accept my offer."

"So you want me to sell you my soul in return for my brothers freedom from his bond with you?"

"Correct!"

"Jeez, it's like Ghost Rider all over again. Do I get a cool motorcycle too?" I joked.

"You can have anything you want down in Hell."

"Just as long as my head isn't turned into a flaming skull."

"So you'll make the deal?"

I swear I saw an eager glint in his eye, but I ignored it. "I'm doing it for Sam. Not for you, not for me, not for anyone else."

Lucifer stood, and I mentally cringed, knowing what I had to do to seal the pact. I stood as well, watching him as he walked towards me. Lucifer placed a hand on my waist, and leaned in, pressing a rough and forceful kiss on my lips. When he licked my bottom lip with his forked tongue, I pushed him off of me. "That's enough, tiger." I glared, wiping my mouth.

"See you in two months." Lucifer disappeared, taking the table and chairs with him.

Abraxas strode into the room, and I resisted putting a bullet through his head. He grinned his dimpled, Cheshire Cat grin. "Nice to know I'll be seeing you around a lot more. Hell could use some hot mortals."

"Shut up, Fonzie."

***Timeskip Two Months***

I glanced out the window at the city lights of Seattle creating an artificial daytime in the dead of night. I rolled the diamond of my necklace in between my fingers, my last birthday present from my brothers. They usually weren't great with gifts, especially Dean, but for my birthday this year they gave me a diamond necklace that had belonged to my mother. It was a sweet gesture, and it was nice to have something that she had owned. Dean had mentioned that she wore it to her wedding and now it was time to pass it down to me. I looked down at the letter from Abraxas, reading and rereading the directions to make sure I was absolutely correct about every move I was making. On October tenth you shall meet me at the Lake View Cemetery at 11:30 pm, no earlier, no later. Find the Rhodes family mausoleum. You must wear the dress provided in the hotel room closet.

The dress was a violet evening gown, and as much as I absolutely hated dresses, I figured that it probably wasn’t the wisest idea to piss Satan off.

I carefully step over Dean, making damn sure I wouldn't wake him. We had all "agreed" that we were going to leave town first thing tomorrow. But I wasn't about to break my deal. I knew better than to tangle with Lucifer, and I would do anything to keep my family safe. Even if it meant giving more than my life.

As quietly as I can, I close the hotel room door behind me. I slip on a pair of silver heels and walk down the hallway, my heart pounding. The purple dress swirls around my ankles and I feel off, the formal clothing so different from what I'm used to wearing. Sure, I had dressed up for cases that involved me and my brothers crashing a dinner party or any other formal event, but this was different. It felt like I was going to prom. (Which I never went to by the way. Long story, but mainly because my date ended up being possessed.) My stomach felt like it was trying to audition for Cirque de Soleil.

When the elevator doors opened I heard a familiar voice call my name, and try as I might, I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Hello sweetheart." Abraxas smirked at me from his spot leaning against the wall, his perfect face highlighted by the light from the chandelier above. He was dressed in an expensive suit with a bow tie, his hair meticulously styled, and for a moment when he looked at me his eyes flashed their true shade of violet.

Deciding to act like a decent human being, I nodded. "Abraxas."

The demon stepped closer, and I resisted the urge to back away. "You know," He whispered. "We're supposed to look like a couple."

I bit back a grimace, and batted my lashes at him. "Fuck you.” I whispered through a faked love-drunk grin.

"I forgot to mention you look gorgeous tonight." Abraxas began to lead me towards the doors, speaking loudly enough for others to hear. In an undertone he added, "Lucifer let me choose the dress. It's exactly the same shade as my eyes."

I resisted the urge to puke all over his freshly shined Gucci shoes. Outside, there was a limousine waiting for us. "Really? A limo?" I sent him a look of amusement.

Abraxas looked hurt. "Sweetheart, Lucifer put me in charge of making sure you were happy. This limo wasn't cheap.”

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"We're here, sweetheart."

I look up to see a gate with the words "Lake View Cemetery" scrolled across the top in wrought lettering. Abraxas helps me out of the limo, and with a snap of his fingers, it disappears. We walk through the gates and stroll across the grass, like a normal couple would out in a garden after a fancy dinner party to get some time alone. Except the garden is a cemetery and my date is a demon and I didn't get food. Abraxas leads me to a white marble mausoleum; the name "RHODES" is etched in the stone above the patina copper doorway. Two Doric columns stand on either side of the doorway, making the whole building look like an ancient Roman temple.

"After you." Abraxas ushers me through the doorway.

Inside, Lucifer is leaning against one of the family's graves. Not really wanting to look at him, I focus on the name. Alyssa Rhodes, 1982-1998. I nearly feel a pang of sadness when I realize that she was only sixteen when she died.

Lucifer grins. "Now, you may be thinking, 'Why this family's mausoleum, Lucifer? Why not someone else?' Well, I'll tell you. The Rhodes family were some of my most loyal followers! They're all demons now of course, long story, and have kindly let me borrow their lovely tomb for this ritual. In fact, they had it built for this very purpose! All the symbols are already carved in the floor, and look! They even provided candles."

I look around. The ground is one giant pentagram unlike one I have ever seen before. Candles burn at each point of the star, and in the center of the room is a stone table that looks uncomfortably like a coffin. Several other demons including Abraxas stand around the room, each holding a different object. "Let's just get this over with." I growl.

Lucifer looks at me curiously. "You sound so much like your mother."

"Shut up."

Following his directions, I laid down on the coffin-table, hands folded on my stomach. Lucifer stood at the top side of the table, hovering above my head, an ancient book in his hands.

"Don't worry. This won't hurt....much." Abraxas smirked at me as Lucifer opened the book.

"Id quicquam risum stultus diabolus non mauris non mauris non mauris magna..."

The first two demons approached me, silver knives in their hands.

"...ridiculum est haec amo, cum Jero ego potest stercore est scriptor..."

Two more demons approached and knelt on either side of me, wooden bowls in their hands. My heart pounded with fear. What if I had made the wrong choice?

"...hoc totum fasciculum stercore bovis stercore Non possum credere potest Latinum translata..."

To late to back out now. The demons with the silver knives each grabbed one of my hands, holding them out over the wooden bowls. They slit my wrists, and I bit back a scream as the blood began to drip into the bowls.

"...munda , et hoc purificat libentissime est sanctus , ut est Dominus, in tenebris..."

Abraxas approached the table, a goblet in his hands. The demons who had been collecting my blood poured it into the goblet. I panted heavily, dizzy from the rapid loss of blood.

"...pius hoc est fun, et commutatio sanguinem inter dominum et servum, puer voluntatem..."

Abraxas took the book from Lucifer and in exchange handed him the goblet of my blood, which he drank greedily, the crimson liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth. I held back a gag as Abraxas took the goblet and handed Lucifer the book back.

"...nunc in sanguine comeditis et servus dominum suum ministerium in studio ad eum..."

Another demon approached, a knife in hand, and Lucifer took it, slicing into his palm. Blood dripped from his palm to the floor.

"...Illud prorsus tauro hanc animam servi sui et trade nihil habet usque serviamus, ut haberet filium!"

Lucifer finished reading and handed the book to Abraxas.

"Open your mouth, darling."

I did as I was told, and just as Lucifer raised his hand, the doors slammed open.

"Y/N!" I turned my head and saw Dean and Sam fighting through the demons that had swarmed them the instant they stepped foot in the mausoleum.

With tears in my eyes at the sight of the family I was giving my life to protect, all I could do was whisper. "I'm sorry." I say, turning my head back to it's normal position. Lucifer drips his blood into my mouth, and I close my eyes, knowing what is coming.

"NO!" I can hear Sam and Dean screaming, but it's cut short as soon as the blade lacerates my throat and the world fades blissfully away.

***Third Person POV***

Sam and Dean struggle through the horde of demons, hell bent on ripping Lucifer limb from limb after watching their sister be slaughtered in front of them. But Lucifer disappears, along with all the demons except Abraxas, who's still in his suit, leaning on the table.

"Don't worry boys. You can have the body. Well, this one anyway. I'm sure Lucifer will be enjoying her new one in Hell." And then he too disappears before Sam or Dean can utter the first word of an exorcism.

Dean collapses at the table, his jeans soaking up the blood of his sister that has spilled to the floor, tears rolling down his face. Sam too kneels next to her cold body, brushing her H/C hair out of her face, tears brimming in his eyes as he realizes that he'll never see her again. They sit next to her dead body, remembering. Remembering the times they fought, every regret, every mistake. Realizing they will never see her smile or laugh again. That she will never gank another monster or demon with them. That she will never eat another greasy burger or sing along to another classic rock song in the Impala. That she will never get married, never finish school. Never see another sunset or sunrise.

Both men look up at the sound of a familiar flutter. Cas stood on the other side of the table, looking down at the female's body, emotion sweeping over him.

"Cas..." Dean looks up. "Cas, you can bring her back right? Pull her out of Hell just like me?"

Castiel reached out and stroked her cheek, cold as the stone on which she lay. His Father had done a such great job in creating her, it was a travesty to take something so young, innocent, and beautiful from the world. Cas had sensed it when her soul left her body. He had seen her close her eyes, give herself willingly to death for her brother, an action so selfless Castiel wouldn’t have even considered it within the realm of possibility.

Her body was still, drenched in blood, sprawled in front of her brothers and the angel. Dean bowed his head and knelt down by her side, one of her hands clasped securely in his, the blood still spilling from her wrists. All he wanted was to hold her in his arms, to tell her it would be alright.

Dean was the first to rise, hands sticky with the blood of his baby sister, tears streaking his face. "W-we should probably..."

"Yeah." Sam agreed, wiping his eyes. His flannel shirt was soaked with blood, but he lifted his youngest sister in his arms, trying hard to keep from trembling. He ignored the laceration through her neck, focusing on her face, peaceful despite the gory scene she left behind. For a moment, he could almost believe she went to Heaven. But she didn't. His baby sister was in Hell. And it was all his fault. If only he hadn't fallen for Ruby's lies, if he hadn't made so many mistakes she might still be alive. None of this would have ever happened if he hadn't... Sam's hands tightened on her body, fingers digging into the purple material of the dress. He presses his lips to her pale forehead, tears dropping off the end of his nose as he thinks of all the life lost, all the things she could have done. Silently, Sam followed Dean out the mausoleum door and through the graveyard. In the parking lot Dean pulled a blanket from the trunk of the car and together they wrap her body before laying her down in the back seat for one last ride.

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