This is for you @hyperfixat , said I would a while ago and finally decided to-
Here’s that fic of (one of) my Obey Me OC, the way it looks is wildly different from from my now fics-
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Fated Meetings
Seraphiel (OC) x Barbatos
𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:
"Zankoku Na Tenshi No Thesis-Salomé Anjarí"
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---˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹---
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The Demon of Time. A being to be feared. Able to see both past in future at once, to jump across timelines and alter events to suit his current masters needs. Well know across all three realms, he was truly a monster amongst men. What most didn’t know, however, was that this demon of time had a counterpart. His exact opposite.
The Angel of Space. Able to jump dimensions and warp reality to his Fathers choosing. A Seraphim.
Much like The King of Demons and The Father, they were seen as opposing forces, but in truth, their creation was one of the first ever attempts at a peaceful negotiation between the realms of Angels and Demons. By separating the two powers — Father parting from his infinite time and the Kind relinquishing his infinite space — both had equaled the playing fields a bit, creating an illusion of true equality.
Both right hands to their respective lords, the two never saw each other after their creation and following gifting. Though, unbeknownst to their creators, they kept in touch via letters.
Millennia of simple letters past and they were finally allowed a meet by their lords commands. This was when tensions between the Celestial Realm and the Devildom were at their “Lowest”. They met in the human realm, the middle point, and would have a couple hundred years to talk. To the angel, this seemed far to little, but to the Demon, it seemed far to long. A testament to their differences.
˖⁺.꒦꒷꒦꒷⛧꒷꒦꒷꒦˖⁺. ˖⁺.꒦꒷꒦꒷⛧꒷꒦꒷꒦˖⁺. ˖⁺.꒦꒷꒦꒷⛧꒷꒦꒷꒦˖⁺.
A forest was chosen for their stay, glowing dimly with fireflies and luminescent flowers. The moon had risen into the sky on that cool summers night. The tress flowed gracefully in the small breeze that had fallen onto this beautiful forest. In the center there was a wide circular clearing with a gorgeously huge oak tree, its branches weighed down with age. Moose and deer dappled the landscape, munching lazily on grasses and beautiful purple and green flowers.
The demon, who went by the name “Barbatos”, finally arrived to the clearing, having warped straight from the castle of his lord. Brushing off his suit, he reached for the pocket watch in his breast pocket, checking the time to ensure he wasn’t late. Not that something like that had ever happened before, but it was a habit he had developed from watching his King over the years. Wandering around the clearing for a few minutes, running his fingers through the tall grass, he finally stopped and cleared his throat.
“I know you’re here,” he mused, “So please do make yourself known. We could easily get introductions out of the way seeing as we know each oth-“ He was cut off by giggling coming from the large oak. Looking up he was met with lavender eyes staring into his teal ones as well as wide smile, shrouded by shadows. The giggling only grew stronger.
Sighing, turned to face the being covered in shadow and opened his arms, just in time to catch the much larger angel that had just jumped from the branches of the tree, right into his arms.
Unlike Barbatos, who was in his demon form with skeletal wing like horns folded behind his head and duel-headed tail flicking through the grass while the tails of his black and teal suit fluttered in the breeze, the angel was in his simpler human disguise; no wings and eyes of burning fire in sight. Shirtless, he had on large oversized pants, akin to traditional hakama, bellbottoms, or a mix of the two. A sash wrapped around his waist in an almost loincloth fashion. With long mid bicep length artist like gloves covering his arms, the entire ensemble was brought together by the long veil that wrapped around his head and trailed long after his body, white fading to black on the outside and a ‘galaxy’ on the inside with accents of gold, greens, and blues.
“Hiii Barbatosss~” The angel lovingly spoke. His soft yet melodic voice reminded the demon just what kind of angel in his arms was. A Seraphim. An angel of immense power and strength that could rival his own. And here he was, wrapped in Barbatos’s arms like a child. The tealette huffed before smiling, setting the angel down in the grass and forcing him on his knees, leaning up on his tip-toes — and forcing the angel to lean down with gloves hands on his cheeks — to kiss the taller male on his forehead, right where his skin met the silk of the veil. “Hello Seraphiel.”
The angel, now known as Seraphiel, leaned down — nearly folding himself in half despite being on his knees due to the dramatic height difference between the two — and began smothering the much smaller demon in kisses, holding his demon’s delicate face between his much larger hands. The angel caressed the demon’s cheeks between his gloved fingers. Barbatos’s also gloved hand met the others, melting into his touch.
“Oh how I’ve longed to see you my dearest Aeon!~ I was wishing the day we would finally be able to see each other would be closer, and closer it came! How wondrous, isn’t it darling?” Seraphiel’s speech was muffled by the many kisses he pressed all over Barbatos, light purple lipstick smearing the smallers face. Finally letting his guard down, Barbatos smiled at his lover of many years, letting out a small chuckle of his own.
“Yes my dearest Astrophel, it is wondrous indeed.”
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I had a dream last night that I was on my journey to discovering the meaning of life (it’s a 14 step process according to my dream) and I can’t remember all of it, but the first step involved being taken to some weird geometry pixel land, and the step was called “ourboros”.
Now this step was too scary for me so I backed out of that state of mind, and decided to summon OB from Loki and see if he might know anything.
He said that you can go about the 14 steps through this Netflix series that will transport you, but once you finish it, no one is ever the same. He offered to help me through the steps, since it’s scary alone.
Some were scary, some were calm and boring. Between each journey, we would pause and make food in the kitchen. We became besties.
I remember stopping at step 10. After each one I would collect runes on my arm, representing each one. I remember OB reading them, and what they meant. Some represented the hardship, and others represented the calm yet boring times. I remember him telling me “it’s about that balance”
We talked more about how we became unlikely friends. How he felt like people often overlook him at first, and some other stuff (that I forgot)
In the end, I never did finish the 14 steps. Because I was already shown a meaning I was content with:
To truly live a life, you need both the calm and the chaos. And things will be too difficult and scary to understand. That’s when you call a friend to keep you grounded. Because who needs a deeper meaning, when you’re happy in the moment, just laughing in the kitchen.
And that’s how OB from Loki showed up in my dream and showed me the meaning of life
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