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Uppity Women: A Legacy of Liberation (1974) by the Lilith's Rib Collective at Hunter College
From the introduction:
We are a group of women students at Hunter College who are working for the implementation of a Women's Studies Department at Hunter. Given an enrollment that is 73% women and a long background as a women's college, we feel that it is time for us to learn about our HERitage and with this goal in mind we are working both politically and educationally.
We have chosen to name ourselves after Lilith. She was first mentioned in Assyrian myths as a wind spirit and later played a major part in early Hebraic lore. She is mentioned in the Alphabet Ben Sira as the first woman, created simultaneously with Adam. Being thus created, Lilith refused to accept Adam's claim of supremacy and left him, after refusing to lie beneath him during intercourse. She went to live by the Red Sea. We have chosen her as a symbolic starting point to our heritage.
Our motivation to write this book comes out of our own experiences as women. It is an effort to connect with a rich past that has been denied us. Our purpose is to briefly introduce you to some of these women whose lives have been lost to us and who were the Foremothers of our Woman's Culture. We hope that this will encourage you to rediscover Women's history and to participate in the struggle that lies ahead.
In Sisterhood,
The Lilith's Rib Collective
It includes biographies of Susan B. Anthony, Mary McLeod Bethune, Marie Sklodowska Curie, Isadora Duncan, Amelia Earhart, Emma Goldman, the Grimké Sisters, Anne Hutchinson, Mother Jones, Maria Mitchell, Esther Hubart Morris, Emmeline Goulden Pankhurst, Sacajewa, Margaret Higgins Sanger, Gertrude Stein, Lucy Stone, Sojourner Truth, Harriet Ross Tubman, Mercy Otis Warren, and Victoria Woodhill.
The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States. Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.
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Nifty is Eve in disguise
This theory adds onto to a few other popular ones, that being Eve is Alastor's dealmaker under the guise of Lilith, and Eve is the cryptic "Roo." What I propose alongside that, is that she's hiding in plain sight among the hotel guests, and that disguise is Nifty.
Spoilers up to the season 1 finale below:
Evidence:
When you think about her in conjunction with the show's established themes it falls into place: Adam, the s1 antagonist is a misogynist who wanted Lilith's obedience. Eve will foil Lilith; while she's all about hating subservience and breaking chains, Nifty is a parody of the stereotypical 50s housewife, 'likes being forced' and spends her time cooking, cleaning, and obsessing over men. Eve was created from Adam's rib to ensure his next wife would lack the autonomy to rebel. Designed to be the epitome of Adam's submissive ideal, it makes sense Eve would choose a 50s housewife as her disguise, they resonate with her.
The old logo is her face / her and Lucifer's placement on the prime cover.
She collects little pieces of men because that's what she was made from / is enamoured with Pentious in particular because he's a snake. "never leave me again" <- double meaning alert. / "HATED THAT SONG" because she was never offered forgiveness so easily. Not even Charlie catching her in the trust fall is foreshadowing; unlike Lilith who had Lucifer, no one came to her side when she committed the original sin.
The all-female exorcists were made by Adam to serve him. Their masks have horns like Lilith and a missing eye like a cyclops. They're hybrid clones of the two wives that left him. Eve is the only character in the intro whose eyes we haven't seen.
Every large ensemble show has a mole arc and she's the only one with no established goals. It's always the one-note gag characters you should look out for.
There's no confirmation if Nifty made a deal with Alastor. I think Eve is the one who's got him 'on a leash' though he thinks it's Lilith. He lets Nifty follow him around and she plays up the fangirl persona to keep a close eye on him.
It's the perfect refuge in audacity disguise. Acting innocent in hell in suspect. Being an unhinged stalker raises no questions. Alastor himself says he has no idea what tf her deal is.
I made this theory a few days ago but I was delighted to see more evidence in the final episode. See this?
It's elaborate foreshadowing disguised as a gag. She's not just doing this for the funsies she is MAD mad. Vengeance!
Conclusion:
Whether this means she's the big bad or unlikely ally, I can't say. If it's the former, her goal is to be redeemed with the other guests and enter heaven so she can get revenge on everyone else. S1 leans heavily into heaven vs hell so it would make sense for the final antag to be a 3rd party wildcard who wants to burn both sides to the ground for failing her. Heaven casted her out, hell unintentionally doomed her to an eternity of suffering with the fruit of knowledge, then left her.
Nifty be Shifty.
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Alastor Theory
Okay, I'm gonna throw my hat into the ring when it come to who has Alastor on a leash and I'm not gonna say Lilith.
I think Eve might also be an option for being the one that owns Alastor's soul.
I think the Lilith connection is a bit too obvious and Lilith hates being forced into subservience canonically within the show, so it would be weird if she chained another soul to do her bidding. And Eve is easily the character that would have the most issues with the Morningstar family, heaven, and hell. She was made out of Adam's rib and given the apple by Lilith and Lucifer. She's been a pawn in other people's plans since the beginning. She's the one blamed for original sin and it's clear she's not in heaven. She was the scapegoat while Adam got off relatively Scott free.
She has so many reasons to want to get back at everyone and what better way to gradually gain a foothold without drawing attention to herself than enlisting the services of a sinner in hell?
It’s said that Alastor immediately started taking out overlords that had been dominant for centuries the moment he stepped foot in hell. There has to be a reason for that. It feels too calculated to be a coincidence.
Plus Lilith’s disappearance coinciding with the Alastor's isn’t necessarily a factor against this theory because it can be explained as Eve essentially throwing Alastor into a battle with Lilith where Alastor was injured and had to take time to recover.
His reaction when Zestial said people thought he had been struck down by holy arms was a bit telling to me. The way he took that moment to look away and collect himself to brush it off read as Zestial hitting too close to the mark.
He's super touchy about why he was gone for 7 years and we've seen that Alastor's berserk button is his pride and he dislikes his strength being questioned. He absolutely would not want to admit he was gone because he was recovering.
That comment seemed too pointed by the writers to be completely written off.
Maybe in this battle Eve got Lilith's soul. If she doesn’t why would Lilith be gone from Charlie’s life for seven years? Why wouldn't she return around the same time as Alastor? She seemed to really care about Charlie. Charlie still tries to call her and she doesn’t seem to hold any resentment toward Lilith, so I think there would have to be a reason beyond nebulous plans that's keeping her away.
Alastor also clearly does not have a good relationship to whoever has his soul, so I kind of imagine if it was Lilith he would be a bit more hostile towards Charlie or it would show a bit more in the moments where he was alone or when Charlie isn't looking. (Alastor is the only character this show is truly subtle with)
I just wanted to put my opinion out there because I've seen so many Lilith owns Alastor's soul theories out there and I wanted to offer a different angle.
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Hey, if you're taking requests than can I suggest one where Adam starts to believe that Lucifer is only with him because he's trying to get all 3 of the Eden gang? And then Adam just doesn't want to be used like that and maybe he could confront him? Idk
Oooou angst my old friend 😈
Adam had heard people make that stupid joke before. Hell, even people in heaven poked fun at him about it.
But to hear Lucifer actually joke about going 3 for 3 with all of the first humans? It hurt. Especially since they just started dating.
Was the devil just playing the long game until he could get into Adam's pants? Well fuck him! ..... Okay poor choice of words.
Adam stormed into Lucifer's room, slamming the door into the wall. "You've got some fucking nerve!"
Lucifer looked at him surprised. He was the one that had nerve? "Oh?"
"You think it's fucking funny making that joke!? Well guess what asshole, it's not funny to me! If the only reason you are with me is to collect the whole set, then you can just fuck right off!"
"What?" Lucifer was at a loss.
"That fucking 3 for 3 joke about you fucking Lilith, Eve, and then me!"
Oooooh. "Adam, it's nothing more than a joke."
"It's not a fucking joke to me! I actually like you and if all you're interested in is fucking me to check off your list, well you can just go fuck yourself!" Adam yelled he was so mad about this his heart was racing.
"Okay, you're right. Your feelings are not a joke. I'm not with you for that, Adam, you're not a bucket list item." Lucifer slowly approached him. "Angel shouldn't have said that."
"You shouldn't have laughed."
"Also correct." When Lucifer reached Adam he smoothed his hands down the sinners arms. "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you. You want to go out somewhere? Anywhere you want."
"Anywhere?"
"Yes."
"Alright, let's go." Adam took Lucifer by the hand as they went out to dinner.
That joke cost him a very expensive couple plates of ribs.
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Ava hungry to taste all these new snacks and drinks, Bea noticing what flavors she likes best and getting more of those. Saving some to try for the first time with ava so they can experience new things together.
Bea rescuing pokemon but the line gets blurred until you don't know who truly saved who in the end. That s1 scene with ash shoving everyone in their pokeballs to keep them warm but them all coming out and wrapping themselves around him but with bea and her equally stubborn pokemon
Bea someone stealing a few pokeballs and potions before shes 10 and making her way into the world with nothing but the ghosts of her past
Gymleader!Lilith(?) Pushed only it by her family but equally trapped and unable to see the world joining bea along the way(????)
Ava and the ghost haunting her walls Ava and her ghost Ava and her G-
beatrice who only goes into the city with her binder on, her hair stuffed under a cap, telling anyone who asks that she’s ben (and yeah, she’s also ten)
finding that she likes it, sometimes; how it feels when someone calls her “young man” (she’s polite, occasionally) her face a scattering of bruises from training with rockruff. drifting through stores with a small handful of cash stuffing chocolate bars into her pockets, using rockruff as a distraction so she can sprint away with a 6-pack of sodas in hand.
at ava’s window mussing up her hair, binder tight around her chest as she tries to catch her breath, spraying herself with so much deodorant she starts coughing uncontrollably. rockruff sitting there doing the puppy head-tilt, nibbling at the loose threads dancing at the ends of her cutoff shorts.
getting different flavours of soda for ava. running away from everyone else but toward her. and ava saving her fruit, passing beatrice an apple with a stern expression and bea watching her, brow creased as she eats the apple, core and all.
“oh no bea did you just eat that entire thing?!”
“shouldn’t i? is the middle bit poisonous?”
“no, but it’s gross.”
bea, who has eaten garbage and chewed at uncooked mushrooms with her stomach like an animal trying to tear her apart, just shrugs. takes the banana ava offers her next, “bea, you definitely don’t eat all of that.”
rolling her eyes but bananas are imports so she’s not had once since home, when her mother used to cut them up into little disks for her.
“ava?”
“yeah bea?”
“why do you say my name so much?”
and ava shrugging, blushing but beatrice you idiot. it’s because she knows there’s noone else in the world who does.
beatrice who is so so loved but afraid to see it, like looking might scare the love away. but out in the cold, trapped in an ice storm trying to coax dratini into its pokeball, rockruff pressed into her ribs under her threadbare coat and both of them shivering.
skarmory with its wings tented around them, standing a little back because steel only gathers up the cold, but guiding the wind around them. charmander in her lap and bea with her hands cupped around its tail because that little light has to stay, has to be protected.
brows creased, “please. you need to go inside the pokeball. you’ll freeze out here… you’ll die.” and beatrice in the hills (not) alone, crying suddenly because she can’t lose them, would rather die alone than in company. but her pokemon staying with her, charmander huffing warm breaths into her face, rockruff solid at her side, dratini humming to itself (maybe the edge of a lullaby?)
the huddle of them waking together like ash and pikachu after the spearow attack. hazy, charmander having run out when the storm settled to collect twigs strewn loose by the storm. a small fire burning and beatrice waking up. her first thought is of her pokemon. hand on rockruff’s head.
her second thought is about ava
#anon you GET it i’m 😭😭#also yes lilith is a gym leader but i’m keeping her a secret for now#warrior nun#pokemon au#anon#fic: ghosts#trans pin bea my beloved 🥹🫶
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In Knock Knock Knockin on Hooty's Door, when Hooty tries to Help and Eda is trapped in her dreams with the owl beast we the audience see a series of memories. Most add context to eda's life that we didnt fully have before.
But the last memory before Eda talks to the Owl Beast is the one i want to talk about right now.
She's on a cliff in her owl beast form, overlooking a skull and rib landscape, but not a familiar one. And then a net is thrown over her and a hooded figure rises out of the mists.
And Eda escapes, flying off the cliff and over the water
And her wings burn up and she plummets into the water.
And whats left is a scroll.
And doesnt that hooded figure look familiar?
It looks like The Collector trapped owl eda. Except, i dont think this is Eda's Memory. At no point does she look anywhere like she knows whats going on. Theres no Aha! or Oh No! As there are with her other memories. And just before she experienced this memory, what did she do?
She headbutted The Owl Beast.
This isnt Eda's memory. It's The Owl Beast's memory. It was a living creature before all of this, and it was Collected and trapped in the scroll and when Lilith cursed Eda, what she did was Bind the two together.
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Eve smiles and snuggles into your shoulder, looking out over the vast space of Hell. “Well, we have a lot of work to do. Let’s get started!” She says with an enthusiastic smile. || Michael shrugs his shoulders. “That might be a possibility, but we’d still have to collect Eve at some point.” He pauses, looking at the little one in his hand. “I know you’re still very young, but you should know that when our kind have mates, it’s supposed to be for life. Although Father didn’t create humans to be the same way, Adam and Eve have a connection that would need to be severed if he was to make a new mate for Adam. Specifically, Eve has a pair of Adam’s ribs. We’d need to take those back.” He says, raising an eyebrow.
I nod, picking Lilith up once she had finished packing the picnic back up and placing her on my shoulder as well, eager to make this place feel more like home for the both of them.
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“That sounds like it’d hurt.” Ariel says, scrunching up her nose cutely. “I wouldn’t like it very much if someone tried to take my ribs. I would punch them.”
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Lilith
Hey everybody today I want to talk about Mika's probable mother (yes there's chance that Shikama doji was really with someone in the past lol)
thankful of a dear friend who shared his thoughts with me!
Before starting just some little points:
1- This is just a theory and there's nothing against any kind of religious please do understand it
2- The theory basically is not mine but actually belongs to one of my dear friends who collected the information fruitfully
3- I am not Christian so if there is anyone who has better information in this case and better knowledges please share it!!
So then let me start now:
Lilith
Lilith is a demonic figure in Judaic mythology, supposedly the primordial she-demon and alternately first wife of Adam. She is first mentioned in Biblical Hebrew in Isaiah, and later in Late Antiquity in Mandaean Gnosticism mythology and Jewish mythology sources from 500 CE onwards
In some Jewish folklore, such as the satiric Alphabet of Sirach (c. AD 700–1000), Lilith appears as Adam's first wife, who was created at the same time (Rosh Hashanah) and from the same clay as Adam – compare Genesis (this contrasts with Eve, who was created from one of Adam's ribs)
In the books it was said that Lilith left Adam after she refused to become subservient to him and then would not return to the Garden of Eden.
Lucifer (satan) who was the angel of light, fell in love with her and so didn't bent the kneel against Adam and so he fell from heaven.
The story continues as how Lilith and Lucifer then married and borned devilish children who suck blood then but later as Lilith was sworn to subvert Adam's children (humans and the humanity, these are far more stories too but I just decided those ones which are closest to the ONS story) had been killed.
After that Lucifer as Lilith's lover continued her way and trys hard to destroy the humanity (like how in ONS story the plan of Catastrophe 8 years ago was all his)
Lilith's name is not being mentioned on Bible that much or talking about her there is too little but she still exist there.
And so now the theory:
I think Kagami probably wants to show the humanity's fate against satan at the very end of this story.
Like who win and who lose.
As I mentioned before the children of Lilith and Lucifer (who is Shikama doji here) are vampires (that's why vampires calls him father too as they all kinda turned directly or undirectly to a vampire by HIS blood)
and so probably their first child was that Mika we saw on chapter 85 and later Shikama doji stated that he is his son.
In some other explaintions it was being said that Lucifer and Lilith have thousends of children and with what we saw in ONS story their children must be actually those who have Mikaela's gene and Shikama needs to give them his own blood directly or undirectly so can finally turn them to those vampires and later those demons he wants.
Some of these vampires could successfully turn to his chosen ones as demons but some others like Saito and Ferid couldn't.
Lucifer or here Shikama doji swore to subvert humans and if we take a good look we find out that also in ONS story humans are relying on their demons more and more
although we saw in pervious chapters that all demons are on Shikama doji's side not human ones and they really don't care about their contract with their humans.
So maybe kinda this is the answer of the mystery of Mika as Lucifer's son all this time and still everything is completely base on religious
So that was this!
Again thankful of a very dear friend who shared this.
What do you think about this guys?!
Please share your ideas I'll be glad to hear them!
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Lilith inspired
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Channel your inner Lilith, your feminine power, your fierce independence and dominance, your selfish demands and needs. Although Lilith is demonic and not particularly angelic in nature, she shows up in everyone’s astrological chart and should be acknowledged for the role she plays in our lives. She can a bit slippery and difficult to get hold of, but she’s there if you scratch the surface... She’s the aspect of a woman that preys on the disempowerment of men, that uses them for her own pleasure and urge for absolute autonomy. Potentially she can be consciously channelled and positively used in situations where there are power imbalances and requirement of radical stances fueled by emotional rage.
In a man’s psyche she can be representative of the “negative anima”, a collection of unpleasant associations derived from personal experience with women or indirect impressions. She’s the devouring, poisonous polarity to the more positive, giving and loving aspects of the inner feminine.
Lilith is a kind of she-demon in Judeo-Christian mythology, supposedly the first wife of Adam and made from the same clay, as opposed to Eve, Adam’s second wife who originated from Adam’s rib. This suggests that she’s Adam’s equal, perhaps more so the Eve. She refused to submit to Adam and is pictured as a wild and fiery female with a distinctly selfish and instinctual emphasis. She’s no man’s subordinate and doesn’t respond to reason or logic.
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Luz’s mother really doesn’t want to send Luz to camp. She knows once she leaves, there is no going back. But Luz has a knack for getting into trouble, and one day she stumbles into the same type of people her mother would have preferred she avoided. After helping Luz dissolve her high school bully into dust, Eda and Lilith know right away that this kid is just like them - a child of the gods. So Luz hops on a Pegasus and heads to Camp Half-blood, where she embarks on a dangerous quest that makes her both friends and enemies... and she might even save Olympus along the way.
Chapter Twenty: I Meet the Mistress of Blight Manor
When Luz woke up to the warm light of the sun, she immediately felt nauseous. Coughing, she leaned to her left and threw up. It must have been some kind of unconscious muscle memory because there was already a bucket waiting there for her.
She heard a collection of loud voices from behind her that she was too nauseous to place as well as the movement of a person, but she couldn’t focus on that right now while she was still heaving over the bucket.
There wasn’t much left in her stomach, but by the time she had finished, she rolled over and collapsed back onto whatever she’d been lying on. It was soft and decently comfortable, so she didn’t really have any complaints. Her head was spinning, and she wondered how long she’d been out.
The last thing she remembered was the prom. She’d been all dressed up, dancing with Amity, and then there were the bronze automatons and running from security….
She forced her eyes open in terror, sitting up way too quickly. She heard someone jump from across the room, and get to their feet.
“Luz, calm down. You’re hurt.”
She looked over to see Willow sitting on the other side of the bed she was in, back in her traveling clothes, and she felt relief wash over her. Willow was here, and everything was going to be fine. Thank the gods, because the movement made her immediately feel sick again, and leaned back over to the bucket, but nothing else was coming out. She was spent.
Willow was leaning over her, rubbing her back comfortingly when Luz eventually just pushed the bucket away. She groaned against the mattress she was on, clutching the sheets and trying to get a grip on her swirling stomach. When she looked down, she realized somebody had changed her. She was no longer wearing the suit, instead, she had been stripped down to the white undershirt she’d had on and a pair of sleeping shorts that definitely weren’t hers.
“Where are we?” She croaked out, looking around the room. It was nowhere Luz had been before, it was way too fancy to be familiar.
The room was massive, with dark hardwood floors and grey walls. The bed she was in was easily at least a queen, with dark magenta bedding and soft sheets. There was a dresser and a nightstand that matched the dark grey bed frame, and for god’s sake, the room had a windowsill nook for sitting, with comfortable looking magenta blankets and pillows. Against the wall where the door was, there was a little wooden desk and chair with a couple of notebooks scattered on top of it, and a bookshelf piled with books, organized by color. Luz guessed it was usually clean on a normal day, but today it was messier, with two sleeping bags scattered on the floor, and all their backpacks and supplies nestled near the windowsill.
Willow didn’t answer her question, so Luz looked back at her, blinking to make sure she wasn’t imagining her. “Willow, what happened?”
Her eyesight was foggy, and when she coughed, her side shot up with pain. She winced, clutching at it, and Willow finally moved, leaning forward to gently push Luz back into the sheets.
“Just take it easy,” she said comfortingly, and when Luz looked back up, a little clearer this time, she could make out Willow’s gentle green eyes and her comforting smile. Exhaling, Luz forced herself to relax, trying to slow down her breathing. When Willow was satisfied, she patted Luz’s arm reassuringly.
“Everything is fine. You got hurt after you pulled that stupid stunt at the university, so we needed to find a place you could rest. We’re in Cherry Hills Village.”
“Why is that name familiar?” Luz groaned, rubbing her head with her hand. “And why does my entire body feel like it’s been run over by the Minotaur?”
“Pasiphae’s son,” Willow gently corrected.
Luz slowly tried to sit up again, despite Willow’s protests. She slowly let herself sit in an upright position, her back resting against the super-soft pillows. Seriously, she felt like a Disney princess.
“Where’s Gus and Amity? Are they alright?”
Willow winced, and Luz’s eyes immediately widened. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” Willow said quickly, holding out her hands. “Sorry, that was stupid of me. They’re fine. Everybody is okay. They’re just downstairs grabbing you some food. I’m sure they’ll be back soon.”
Luz nodded slowly, exhaling. Her head was still pounding, and her chest felt like it’d been crushed from the inside out, but she was already feeling a little bit better. She said that much to Willow, who smiled.
“That’s good. The sooner you’re better, the sooner we can get moving. But no rush, take all the time you need.”
She handed Luz a glass of water that had been left for her and some Tylenol. She took them readily, gulping down a couple of sips of water before handing it back to her.
“So, what do you remember?” Willow asked, and Luz furrowed her brow as she tried to put the pieces back together. She recalled the meeting with Aphrodite, getting dressed up and going to prom, the conversation she had with Willow, losing track of time while dancing with Amity, and causing them to lose Gus and Willow…
“Thanks for that by the way,” Willow said with a scowl, and Luz chuckled in embarassment.
“Sorry.”
She recalled the automatons, and the thorn vault, and how she’d thrown the bag at the ground… but then everything else was a blur.
“That’s all you remember?” Willow asked seriously, and Luz frowned.
She felt like her head was fuzzy, and she was missing something important… but that was it. It was a wall of darkness after that.
“What happened after I blacked out?” Luz asked, and Willow shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, we had security looking for us, but thankfully they couldn’t track us after we left. I spoke to this mom who was willing to drive our “intoxicated friend” to the hospital, so we took you there. You were a babbling mess… but when you got to the hospital you just collapsed. It was pretty scary, we weren’t sure if you were going to be alright or not.”
Luz swallowed anxiously. She didn’t remember any of that.
“We sent an Iris message to camp and made Viney tell us what was in that bag. Turns out it was a combination bag… a helium/Hecate powder mix. Once we found out it was non-lethal, she told us it was probably a good idea to get you somewhere to rest and shake off your magic hangover.”
Luz felt her cheeks heat up the more Willow talked. Gods, she hoped she hadn’t said or done anything too embarrassing.
“What about the pain in my chest?”
Willow laughed. “You got launched like, seven feet into the air and straight into the ground. I’m not an Apollo camper, but even I knew you had some kind of broken rib. We’ve been giving you nectar, so hopefully, it’s not broken anymore, but I’m not surprised it still hurts.”
Luz looked around the room again, her vision starting to clear up a little bit. She could see that it was midday outside the window, the sun decently high in the sky. It was also becoming more obvious just how nice the house they were in was (if it could be even called a house). The outside lead down a huge driveway, and into a polished and clean street. It was easily just as, if not more, expensive than Orpheus’ manor.
“You said we’re at… Cherry Hills Village?” Luz asked, doing her best to recall that name. “Who… who lives here again?”
“We’re at my parents’ house.”
Luz’s head snapped to the door at the sound of Amity’s voice, breaking out into a huge grin when she saw her. Amity was standing in the door frame, a huge serving tray of food in her hands. She had changed out of her dress and was back in the long-sleeved black shirt and purple leggings, her hair in its typical half up half down style. She smiled softly when she saw Luz, and the grin on Luz’s face widened.
“Amity!”
From behind her, Gus peeked over her shoulder and waved happily to Luz, also dressed out of his suit and back into his t-shirt and button-up.
“Hey, Luz! How are you feeling?”
Luz lifted one arm to weakly wave back, wincing at the slight pain in her ribs as she did.
“A little sore, but I’ll be alright.” She turned her head back to Amity, who walked in and set the tray of food down at the end of the huge bed. “Amity, did you say we were at your parents’ house?” She lowered her voice, trying not to look too nervous. “Like… you’re parents, parents?”
Amity shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, “yeah, we’ve been here for just over a day and a half. You needed somewhere to rest, and this is the first place I could think of. Mortal police were looking all over the city for us, it’s not like we could go back to the workshop.”
“I’ve been asleep for over a day and a half?” Luz gawked, pulling at her face with her hands. “I’m so sorry guys!”
“Luz, don’t apologize,” Willow insisted, smiling reassuringly.
“Yeah, you saved our bacon back at the prom, we probably wouldn’t have gotten away without your plan,” Gus added, walking up to her and patting the comforter she was under reassuringly. He broke out into a big smile. “That thorn vault? It was awesome!”
“Besides, everything worked out,” Amity said, fiddling with the sleeve of her shirt. “We needed to get off the street anyways, and this is the place to go. Nobody bothers the Blights.” While she had started the sentence reassuringly, the tone of her voice had changed halfway through, and now had a bit of an edge to it.
Luz frowned, discomfort pricking the back of her spine. She sensed that Amity was holding something back from her. “Are… are you alright? I mean… being here? I can get dressed and we can go-”
Amity shook her head and smiled, but Luz could tell it was a little bit forced. “It’s fine, Luz. I spend the school year here, remember? Nothing I can’t handle. Just focus on healing up.”
Amity pushed the tray of food towards her, and Luz’s mouth watered. Now that she was fully waking up, she was feeling a lot less nauseous, and she realized just how hungry she was. There was a sandwich on the table, and she shoveled it into her mouth so quickly she couldn’t even tell what was in it, probably because she was barely chewing. Gus laughed, but Amity and Willow moved forward in concern.
“Luz, slow down,” Willow warned.
“Yeah, you don’t want to be sick again,” Amity added, handing her the cup on the tray. Luz took it gratefully, and this time when she swallowed, she could tell by the sweetness it was apple juice.
“Sorry,” Luz said, not really meaning it, already reaching for one of the cookies on the tray. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”
“That’s a good sign,” Willow said with a smile, taking one of the cookies as well. “Gus had also helped himself, though Luz noticed Amity didn’t and felt that discomfort come back. She got the feeling Amity wasn’t letting Luz in on everything that had happened since she passed out. Luz suddenly felt antsy, like she should get up and start trying to move.
The second she pulled the comforter off her body, and the cool air hit her exposed legs and arms, she shivered but still turned to put her feet near the floor. Amity moved right away, catching Luz by the arm.
“What are you doing?” She asked, her eyes narrowing. “You need to be taking it easy.”
“I’m fine, Amity,” Luz insisted, her feet touching the cold hardwood. She turned her head to Gus, who had just finished his cookie. “Would you pass me my backpack? I want to change.”
Gus nodded and went over to it, and Amity’s grip tightened on Luz’s arm. “Are you sure you’re alright? You shouldn’t be pushing yourself too hard.”
“The longer I’m in bed the longer Hestia is in that cage, and Belos is recruiting dead demigods,” Luz said certainly, and while her chest was still aching, it wasn’t nearly a good enough reason to be relaxing. “You still have Peleus’ shield, right?”
Amity nodded, pointing to a new bracelet on her left hand Luz hadn’t noticed before. It was bronze, like Luz’s ring, and was in the shape of an olive branch, wrapping around Amity’s wrist.
“It’s magical, like your ring,” Amity explained, and when she touched it, it shifted into the same bronze shield Luz had used to smack over the head of the automaton.
“I was reading the plaque in the classics building, and it said the shield was just as crucial to Peleus as his sword. He called it Dikē, the pair to Aletheia.” Gus pointed to Luz’s ring, “so disclosure and truth,” and then to Amity’s bracelet, “and justice and law.”
Amity extended the shield out to her. “Here, you should have it, they go together after all.”
Luz shook her head. “Thanks, but I’m no good with a shield. You keep it.”
Amity blinked, looking at Luz like she was crazy. “Really? Are you sure?”
“Positive! Besides, I can’t use a shield and my hand buzzer.” Luz insisted with a smile, and Amity turned to Willow and Gus with a frown.
“Willow, Gus? Do either of you want it?”
“I’ve got my own shield,” Gus said, pointing to his watch.
“I’m with Luz, shields aren’t really my style,” Willow added with a shrug. “Even if we did almost die getting it.”
“I said I was sorry!” Luz exclaimed, and Willow laughed.
Amity grinned, clearly excited she was able to keep the magical item. She touched the shield, and it turned back into the bracelet. Luz chuckled, gesturing to the design.
“The bracelet suits you better than it would suit me anyway. It’s really pretty. Definitely your style.”
Amity’s face flushed a deeper red, and Luz suddenly realized what she had said. Her own cheeks pinked, and Amity took a few steps back from the bed.
“I’ll… I’ll let you change then. Gus, would you help me downstairs with the maps in my father’s study?”
Gus jumped at the offer. “Obviously! Your dad’s war maps are so cool, I could look at them for hours.”
Amity nodded quickly, turning to the door. “You two can join us when you’re ready. Willow, you know the way right?”
Willow nodded, shooting Amity a knowing smile. “Yep! Fourth room on the left.”
Once Amity and Gus left, the door closing behind them, Willow broke out into a series of chuckles, turning to Luz and shaking her head.
“You’re going to kill her, you know that right?”
Luz was suddenly not feeling as cold. She laughed nervously, grabbing her backpack from where Gus had left it on the corner of the bed. She reached in and pulled out her change of clothes, and started pulling socks over her feet.
“I… I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh, come on Luz,” Willow retorted, rolling her eyes. “I saw you two dancing. Then you were late to the classics building, and then when you hit yourself with that helium bomb you were all over Amity-”
“I was what?” Luz squeaked in horror. She had been halfway done pulling her cat hoodie over her head, and she forced her eyes through the hole just to look at Willow, terrified.
“Right, you don’t remember,” Willow chuckled, shaking her head affectionately. Luz was going to strangle her for being so nonchalant until she continued.
“Don’t worry, it wasn’t anything too embarrassing. But you were leaning on her shoulder the entire ride to the hospital, and then again when we were waiting for a cab. I thought Amity was going to explode, your face was right up against her ear-”
“Alright, I get it, I get it!” Luz squawked, her heart hammering so hard in her chest she was surprised it didn’t break another rib. She pulled her arms through the hoodie and slipped her leggings and shorts on next. While she reached for her shoes, she was painfully aware of Willow watching her, clearly taken aback by her reaction.
“Is everything okay? Honestly, I thought you would be happy. You do like Amity, right?”
Luz’s cheeks flushed, and she finished putting on her shoes and ran a hand through her hair. Her stomach was squirming like she’d just drank a whole glass of milk, and she thought she might be sick again, but it wasn’t from being unconscious.
“Of course I like Amity,” Luz said, and she didn’t miss the excited little smile that passed over Willow’s face. “I like Amity… a lot, actually. I’m just worried I messed things up.”
“What do you mean?” Willow asked, tilting her head.
“When we were at the prom I thought…” Luz’s palms began to swear. “I thought I might kiss her. Then I realized you were gone and I kind of freaked out. ”
“Oh my gods, Luz! Tell me everything.”
So she ran the story by Willow, everything from the dance to the almost kiss, and when she finished, Willow winced.
“Yeah, that… could have gone smoother.”
“I’m just worried that Amity thinks I pulled away on purpose, or chickened out,” Luz explained, wringing her hands together nervously. “And then… what if she didn’t want me to kiss her? I didn’t even ask! For god’s sake, we’re on a quest to save Olympus and here I am trying to kiss one of my quest companions-”
Willow reached out and took Luz’s hand reassuringly, and Luz stopped. When she met Willow’s gaze, the daughter of Demeter was watching her carefully.
“Luz, I’ve known Amity for a long time. I don’t think she would think something like that. But even if she did, you should talk to her about it if it’s really bothering you. Sometimes all a problem needs is a little communication. I think you’d be surprised how understanding she can be.”
Luz slowly felt herself begin to feel better. Willow always had a way with words. Sometimes Luz wondered if she was secretly a child of Aphrodite.
“You’re right,” Luz said, managing a smile. “Thanks, Willow.”
“Anytime!” She said, patting her thigh. “Do you want your toothbrush? There’s a bathroom attached to Amity’s room…”
Luz made quick work of getting ready, brushing her teeth, washing her face, and fixing her hair. When she was feeling presentable, she met Willow back in Amity’s room. Now that she wasn’t just waking up, she was surprised she hadn’t recognized the space as the daughter of Aphrodite’s at first glance.
The room smelt strongly of Amity, the same lavender and mint scent she’d had after her shower in the workshop, and despite the clearly expensive furniture, the posters around the wall of the desk were very much Amity. There was one of the camp posters they sold in the shop, with this one repping Cabin Ten. Luz’s face lit up in delight when she saw posters for both the third and fourth “The Good Witch Azura” books, and she immediately wondered if Amity had read any of the book she’d let her borrow her over the day and a half they’d been here.
The Blight Manor. Luz’s stomach was starting to swirl with worry. She’d heard about the Blight parents from their daughter, and they hadn’t exactly been good things.
“What’s with the face?”
Luz turned to Willow, who was sitting on the sleeping bag on the floor, sorting through her backpack.
“What are Amity’s parents like?” Luz asked, rubbing her arm, hoping for reassurance. Just based on the look Willow shot her in return, Luz had a feeling she wasn’t going to get any.
“They’re… a lot. They haven’t really bothered us since we’ve been here, but I know Amity’s dad wanted to talk to you when you woke up.”
Luz blinked, her eyes widening in surprise. “He wants to talk to me? Why?”
Willow shrugged. “No idea, Amity seemed surprised too. I think she was expecting more of a fight when we showed up the other day. Amity’s mother wasn’t too happy to see us, but her father let us in no problem.”
Luz was now feeling a lot more anxious. What would an experienced half-blood like Mr. Blight want from a newbie like Luz?
“Try not to worry too much,” Willow said, clearly picking up on Luz’s hesitation. “Why don’t we just head down to the office? Amity and Gus are waiting for us. We have to start thinking about our next move.”
“You’re right,” Luz said with a nod, doing her best to push away her insecurities. “Hestia is still trapped, and we’re the only help she’s got. Lead the way.”
Willow and Luz left Amity’s room, walking down the hallways of Blight Manor. The aesthetic was much different in the large home than it was in Amity’s room. There was a lot of homage to Greek-style and architecture, with a variety of expensive-looking sculptures and tapestries lined up. They passed a couple of other rooms, and Luz wondered to herself if any of them belonged to the Blight twins. Eventually, Willow led Luz down a huge marble staircase, with a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
It looked like Luz had been wrong. This manor was clearly more expensive than Orpheus’.
They passed a huge kitchen, with beautiful finishes, and appliances that were so advanced they could have easily been made by one of the campers from Cabin Nine. Luz remembered Amity saying her parents worked on Olympus. Maybe they were made by the god Hephaestus himself. They passed three separate seating areas, with lavish furniture and décor that made it difficult for Luz to imagine Amity or her older siblings sitting down at any of them. It was only when they passed a glorious white grand piano that Luz realized despite the obvious wealth and beauty that went into the home, nothing about it felt homely.
There was any sign of children growing up or living here. No pictures hanging on the walls, no mess in the kitchens, no cubby’s crammed with stuff like in Luz’s Mami’s apartment. It was like nobody lived here at all.
She was starting to feel sorry for Amity.
Luz was so zoned out in thought, she hadn’t even realized Willow had completely stopped, and she accidentally bumped into her, letting out a little “oomph!”
Willow reached behind and steadied her, and that’s when Luz looked up and saw why Willow had stopped.
A woman was standing there, easily towering eight inches over Luz. She had green hair that matched the twins, curled into a tight bun, and she was wearing a regal looking black suit, tapered in all the right professional places, with a crisp dark grey blouse and matching heels.
When Luz met her eyes, she realized with a jolt they were gold, like Amity’s. But there was something… off about them. Luz could tell the difference right away. This woman’s eyes were darker, almost like the color of a wilting dandelion, and they were currently narrowed so she could hardly see her iris'. Amity’s eyes were deeper and much more vibrant. Even when Amity was scowling, Luz could always see the golds of her eyes.
Willow’s grip tightened on her arm. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Blight.”
The woman’s gaze flickered between Willow and Luz, and Luz’s stomach had been swirling so bad at what Willow had said, (this was Amity’s MOTHER) that she forgot to introduce herself, leaving them standing there awkwardly.
“Uh, my apologies,” Luz said quickly, doing her best to recall how to properly introduce herself. Hopefully, her Mami’s training before her work Christmas party was finally going to be useful. She did her best to make eye contact, extending her hand to Mrs. Blight. “My name is Luz Noceda. Thank you for your gracious hospitality over the last two days.”
Mrs. Blight straightened, looking at Luz’s hand for a moment, and Luz began to get more nervous, worried she’d done the wrong thing. Eventually, however, she took it, and the grip was so strong Luz thought her wrist might break. She did her best to disguise her wince.
“It is my pleasure, Miss Noceda,” she said, her voice so smooth it was like velvet. Luz was having a hard time looking at her in the eyes, because the entire time she talked, nothing about her expression gave anything away. “I have heard much about you on Olympus. You are making quite the name for yourself.”
Luz laughed awkwardly. “All good things, I hope?”
Mrs. Blight’s stony expression did not waver. “Yes. Good things. You have done well to make a name for yourself in the short time you’ve been claimed. It is… impressive. I could only dream for Amity and her siblings to do the same.”
Luz fought the frown that was starting to grow on her face. That wasn’t very fair, Amity had been a little kid when she was claimed. How was a seven year old supposed to go on heroic quests to save Olympus? It was only due to Luz’s bad luck she’d manage to get into as much trouble as she already had. And Amity was a hero, she pushed herself harder than any other demigod at camp, and it showed. She wasn’t just well-liked, but well respected too. She opened her mouth to say as much but was stopped when she felt the grip on her arm tighten. She turned her head, and Willow was giving her a pleading look.
Right, this was Amity’s mother. She didn’t want to make more trouble for Amity by calling her out.
So instead, she just cleared her throat and managed a polite smile. “Thank you, Mrs. Blight.”
Amity’s mother paused again, looking Luz up and down. “You are a child of Hermes, is that correct?”
Luz nodded, and Mrs. Blight hummed under her breath.
“His children are frequently resourceful. You were able to arrive in Colorado in half the time as Amity’s first quest, as well as rescue her along the way. You’ve shown great leadership and spared the Blight name a bad reputation. For that, I am grateful, Miss Noceda.”
Luz blinked, confused. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand. How did I spare your family name?”
Mrs. Blight’s nose crinkled, and Luz worried she’d overstepped, but then she just clicked her tongue, looking to the left towards a bronze bust Luz hadn’t noticed until now.
“When Amity first arrived here, Alador and I thought she was going to succeed with her other companions and save Olympus. When we’d learned she’d been captured… this was quite unfortunate news. We work hard to ensure our reputation of Olympus is kept intact, Miss Noceda, and anything that threatens that is… a problem.”
As Luz slowly began to process what Mrs. Blight was saying she felt a new feeling begin to rise up in her chest, and she felt her body begin to get stiff. She was angry.
How could Mrs. Blight blame Amity for what happened in Boulder? It wasn’t her fault! If it wasn’t for the ridiculous standards her parents put on her shoulders, Amity might have actually been able to recognize what the prophecy meant in the first place. She did the best she could in a terrible situation. As she felt her anger grow, Willow’s grip on her arm was starting to get impossibly tight. Thankfully, Mrs. Blight seemed to be unaware of this change in Luz.
“Regardless, now that Amity is back on the right track with you leading the quest, perhaps there is less to be concerned about. You have won the favor of… many gods.” Something in Mrs. Blight’s face changed, and Luz’s anger was temporarily broken as she watched in surprise, but it came rushing back in a flood when she continued. “So with Olympus on your side, I’m sure Amity won’t be able to make a mess of your quest this time.”
Mrs. Blight walked over to the bust, pulling a cloth out of her pocket. She ran it over the head of the figure, polishing it before taking a few steps back, her heels clicking on the marble floor. When she decided it was clear, she turned back to Luz and Willow. She eyed Luz up and down again, and Luz was suddenly reminded of the Caucasian Eagle. She had the same kind of predatory eyes as when the monster had swopped down at them.
“Following that, I want to make it clear that it is in your best interest to succeed, Miss Noceda. Any relief on your mission is a relief to my mother on Olympus. If that were not the case, I would not have let you rest in my home for as long as you have. Do you understand me?
Luz had met a handful of gods, and she was sure that making an enemy out of one would not be pleasant. But at this moment, she was certain that she would rather have an enemy out of a god than an enemy out of Amity’s mother.
“Yes, Mrs. Blight.”
Satisfied, the woman turned and walked away, leaving Luz alone with Willow and the bronze bust of the goddess Hecate.
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GODS AWAKEN: CHAPTER 27
The mad emperor dashed at Camila at lightning speed faster than her eyes could perceive. Huge gashes were torn into Camila’s clothes from the razor-sharp teeth of Belos’s suckers. Camila desperately tugged at her attire to withdraw more parchment paper.
“You have gotten heinously slow throughout the years haven’t you, daughter?” Belos snickered.
Ignoring him, the middle-aged mother successfully discards a glyph from her shirt and slams it on Belos’ hideous face. He was propelled further away. Camila, with the parchment still in her hand, held it out defiantly. On the paper was a sketch of waves representing wind.
“Wind spell,” she stated in a matter-of-fact way.
Belos chuckled. “But your mind is as sharp as ever.”
Belos lifted himself off the ground with his abdominal tentacles and reclaimed his staff. He raised it skyward summoning a rumbling quake underneath the ground of the coliseum. The force underneath shifted its motion and erupted out of the ground sending dust and rocks in the air. The beast possessed a huge gaping maw fixated into a permanent scream and beady yellow eyes. It lunged towards the mother in relentless speed.
Camila grabbed another parchment from the spot between her chest and slammed it on the ground to activate it. She hadn’t foreseen any possible method of getting out of the way of the rampaging worm and even if she did, its frame was too colossal. The worm dipped down claiming the mother with its mouth and taking out a large chunk of the ground.
“How unfortunate,” Belos noted.
As he looked at the worm again, he was taken aback. Red flames flickered out of the sides of the worm’s body and burned it from the inside out. Belos flicked his finger uprooting roots from the ground to restrain his daughter. Brown, hickory roots wrapped around her waist and limbs slamming her with savage force. Belos waltzed towards her holding his hands out again. This time, the illusion of an axe was levitating above his head.
With swift motion, Belos clutched the axe and brought it down.
Camila breaks the root wrapped around her waist and rolled over. A swishing sound droned out and before Camila knew it, a small segment of her front hair was sliced away falling to the ground before her. Camila sighed in relief.
The brown-haired girl grimaced and pulled her wrists together breaking the roots between her hands. She ducked again when Belos brought the axe back down.
“Hold still, miscreant, it will only last a second.”
Camila rolled over thrashing her leg out. Her foot hit the handle of the axe and sent it sky high. The axe materialized before the two.
Another parchment paper rolled out this time Camila hit it with her foot. A wall of ice grew from the ground slicing off Belos’s tentacles.
“Gah!”
The Emperor’s weird alien blood dripped from the stumps of the tentacles and corroded the soil. “Not bad; a minor scrape nonetheless.”
New fleshy tentacles sprung from the stumps hissing and writhing towards the human woman. They opened their blood red maws showing off their razor teeth gnashing and clicking like needles. They shot at Camila again this time managing to make a hit on her.
Camila was knocked to the ground again. The papers were scattered all over. The middle-aged mother reached out her hand to grab one, but Belos’s staff stamped down on her exposed palm.
“Ugh!”
Belos laughed to himself again. Like before, his ribs scraped against each other as he laughed and wheezed. Gunk fell out of his mouth as his hold over his staff began to falter. “End of the line.”
Back at the laboratory, Luz and the gang finished up on their stockpiling of glyphs. Luz made a dash down the stairs to marvel at her work. “Do you think that should be enough?”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s blow this joint,” Eda noted.
Luz looked around the laboratory again seeing all the boxes containing the enchanted armor. She grimaced still sensing the screaming emanating from the armors’ metal shells.
“Are you okay, kid?” Eda asked.
“Belos had created those suits out of the broken souls of witches; if we’re really doing this, I feel we should give some peace to the poor things.”
Eda scratched her chin. She sighed deeply. “Eh, fine.”
Eda entered her house casually throwing aside any of the unconscious bodies of the guards. There was a crashing sound and a few mini explosions, but the Owl Lady returned holding a few flasks.
“Edalyn, what are those?” Lilith asked concerned “and what is that purple substance inside of it?”
“The seeds of some poppy plant that I got from the swamp; just grind em up and light a match and voila...a magic bomb.”
She passed the flasks – about six in total – and also gave them a stick to grind the seeds into a powdery substance.
“Make sure to completely grind them otherwise the explosion fails.”
They pressed down hard on the seeds and scraped the smaller pieces counterclockwise until they were soft as feathers. “Typically takes about ten seconds to completely pulverize them.”
After the task was over, they poured the powder in a long trail leading towards the entrance. “Oh, so this is like gunpowder,” Luz said.
“Yes, Luz, it’s like ‘gunpowder’.”
Luz took one last look at the laboratory to soak in the knowledge of what she was about to do.
“You still want to do this, Luz?” King asked.
Luz nodded. “Let’s do it.”
Luz took a parchment paper containing the fire glyph placing it on top of the trail of powder. Gently pressing it, a small flame started and completely consumed the paper. As the flame grew larger it quickened its pace eating away at the powder. The trail of powder would ultimately come to an end once it connected with the crates containing the statues. Another trail led towards the portal machine and quickly ignited a large fire.
“We should leave now.”
Luz and the team met up with Amity and her siblings and dashed further down the halls. Large walls of fire licked at the powder seeking more to consume and destroy. The flames rose higher and higher now reaching the stairs.
Belos now had his hand wrapped tightly on Camila’s hair. Tugging it, he lifted his fist. Lightning flickered from his fingers. “It is a shame that you have driven me to this point.”
Camila scowled at him. “Enough with this talk. Do your worst.”
“With pleasure.”
Before he could strike Camila with the full brunt of his electricity, he was caught off guard by a sudden tremor.
“What in the-?”
A cloud of smoke spewed from his palace blasting chunks of debris skyward. The ground shook again at the further destruction. The explosion sent a wavelength leveling half of the palace and bringing the final nail in the coffin towards his laboratory.
Belos dropped to his knees. “This can’t be...how?”
From the corner of his eye, he could see Camila beginning to collect herself. He made a grab for his staff, but Camila batted it away.
“This cannot be how this all ends.”
Belos stood up and growled showing his large, inhuman teeth that were sharpened and crooked. His tentacles flailed around in disbelief. “My plan has failed.”
“What plan?” Camila asked “you already failed to execute me like you wanted.”
Belos turned and grit his teeth together. “That was only a small sample of my revenge.”
Camila raised an eyebrow.
“I had served the Isles for fifty years all for one purpose: when my master escaped from his prison, I asked him to destroy your world. But I saw that if I were to have summoned the Outer Gods to the Isles...”
“What that you’d become one?” Camila interrupted.
This elicited a shrill chuckle from the Emperor. “Close, but no cigar: when the gods would arrive from the portal, I would steal their powers and become all-powerful.”
“But what of your master’s plans?”
“I don’t care one lick about Nyarlathotep’s whole goal of destroying the Isles and recreating it in his image. It should be ME and me alone who could bend and mold the Isles to my liking. Once I became a god of my own design, I would turn on my master and kill him.”
“Oh, you mean with this?”
An irregular, bizarrely angled instrument sliced into Emperor Belos’s chest and ripped through his wicked heart. Belos coughed up purple pus which dripped down his chest. Belos wheezed in agony and turned around with bulging eyes. He saw the Black Pharaoh standing behind him holding the other half of the instrument in his hands.
“L-Lord...” Belos coughed again. His lungs were filling with his own blood.
“If you really wanted to kill me, you shouldn’t have shouted your plan out loud.”
“B-But...how...?”
“Don’t act like I did not know your true allegiances. You planned this for a long time ever since I noted that you had your own agency.”
Belos wabbled to his knees. His life was painfully draining out and flooding the ground.
“After all, I switched out the Shining Trapezohedron with a decoy after all.”
Nyarlathotep crossed his arms and looked down at his servant. Belos slipped off the instrument and laid sprawled on the ground. He covered his chest with his hand to placate the internal bleeding. “Please, master, give me another chance.”
“Oh, so now you’re being a loyal servant?” Nyarlathotep said rolling his eyes.
A dark mass descended from the Crawling Chaos’ body and became two dimensional as it slithered on the ground. Belos’s shadow grew larger from the waning sun and seemingly was trying to flee from the mass of Nyarlathotep’s shadow.
The shadow produced long, spindly fingers and grabbed onto Belos’s leg. Emperor Belos’s physical body was tossed on the ground and dragged alongside his shadow’s leg. Belos was pulled closer towards Nyarlathotep’s body.
“No, master please! If you do this, I will lose my personality. The very fabric of my being will cease to be.”
Belos clutched his tentacle appendages on the opposite sides of his body and jammed them tightly in the ground. “I’m sorry...please, please have mercy!”
Nyarlathotep’s shadow was that of a fisherman’s rod. It nudged the shadow’s leg a few times and loosened its grip. About two seconds later, enough time for Belos to relax, Nyarlathotep’s shadow tugged again, tighter this time and pulled Belos further.
“Have mercy!!”
Belos disappeared underneath Nyarlathotep’s garment. And it was then that the Emperor’s rule over the Boiling Isles came to an end for whatever made Belos himself was stripped away from him making him become nothing more but a memory. Camila shivered unsure of what to do or say.
Nyarlathotep smiled wickedly. “Let the game begin.”
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“When you described the Pagans I imagined...pre-satanic magic users. Sorcerers and sorceresses....powerful, complicated but not impossible to defeat, not with the right amount of power, at least. But what you have here....” Lilith sighed dramatically, as she glanced in the direction the surviving members of the carnival had fled, “is an entire collection of Gods, not just the one” Zelda and the rest of the coven had correctly identified Pan for what he was, but as to the rest....they’d rather slipped their notice. They might have all lessened in power over the millennia as the False God, and even the Dark Lord, strengthened...but they were still Gods. Causalities were inevitable.
Lilith just hadn’t expected herself to be involved in one. She made a general rule not to ever get in the line of fire, and certainly not for anyone else. Yet, here she was, pulling an enchanted blade from a deep wound deep in her gut. Ironically, exactly where she’d torn out her rib to make her most recent, yet short-lived, creature of a child. Gasping with the pain, she handed the bloodied dagger to Zelda. “We’ll need that if we’re to...successfully undo the damage” A blade forged by the Gorgon would have had a more devastating effect on Zelda...a fatal one, in fact. But one of the benefits of being created in a non-traditional way by the False God meant she couldn’t exactly be killed in the normal ways. Still, it didn’t mean she didn’t harbour some regrets of...getting in the way. She’d managed to burn away one blade before it made contact...but the other had been thrown out of her line of vision. Unexpectedly and...painfully.
Lilith grimaced against the pain, pressing her red lips together. “Unless you’d like to teleport us both to your sister’s little menagerie of ingredients....I think I’ll take Mr Kinkle’s truck” The idea was a horrendous one, and no doubt the mortal would like it no more than she did, but she wasn’t spending unnecessary energy right now.
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"And how efficient can it be in production and combat when the parts are poor to begin with? You go for quantity over quality and it shows." Sure it was mean to keep taking shots at robots that were designed more for warehouses then combat, but she couldn't be absolutely nice to the talking jackass.
"You really are not helping the point of how corporations are not evil when you just keep talking." And it makes a shiver roll down her spine at how easily he can just talk about killing other people, as if it was like they were his toys to destroy. It was on the same degree of glee she heard from psychos screaming about rib cages. At least they had the excuse of being driven insane.
Gaige lets out a whine at him mentioning the placement was for aesthetic, the inner engineer in her wanting to scream out all the reasons why that was poor choices. So many fixes that she could easily see in her mind, but she had to hold her tongue because she was not going to give ideas to the person who made it very clear he wanted all vault hunters dead. No matter how many ideas were popping up in her brain.
Nope.
And then he back onto talking about his robots over a rather annoying click that got herself moving once more. Something to work out the emotions so she could think through what was said and what to say. And hearing him accept her point that not once has she ever claimed to be the good guy, she smirked before it feel. Her pace increased in speed as she left the garage and headed to the back where the spiderants were. All while Jack was in her ear, trying to shake up her beliefs. Avoiding her actual questions.
She knew she needed to be somewhere no one else was since she knew she was about to get rather vocal.
"Well, I wouldn't say pissed off. More annoyed then anything else. " Hands stretch out before her as she splays out her fingers and collect her own thoughts. Far too many wanting out at once. "Lets work backwards here. Yes I do think about what I am doing, of what I am being told what to do. Most of which is fixing messes left behind by a lot of others, but you wouldn't know that since you only have a superficial view from above on what we are actually doing. Thus allowing you to paint your 'bandit' narrative over what we are doing."
Shoulder get rolled back as she keeps walking, her robotic arm flicks out and DT is digistructed before her. Spiderants clamber off in the distance. She rather not have to worry about her safety.
"And that isn't what I wanted as an answer. I want facts, give me an actual example of a time of someone who is marked down in history as a good person, as a hero, has done actions similar to your own. Not just old moral and philosophical debates, because those are what ifs and this isn't just a what if. This is the lively hoods of everyone on this planet, innocent or not."
And then a dry laugh escaped her lips as she worked her way to the last part of her rant. On him trying to make her feel some sort of doubt.
"And I'm sure the Crimson Raiders can do no worse then Hyperion on that track record. After all they weren't the ones that invited others to the planet only to blow up trains in the middle of the Frozen Wastes. One hell of a life experience sitting on a rather peaceful train when the boxes start turning into loaders that start firing immediately. Only for the world to go sideways because everything is exploding. Have you ever had to un-bury yourself out of snow filled with corpses both old and new? I never knew what that was like until I ended up on a Hyperion train."
"Well, duh. Of course it's quantity over quality, you know how many loaders we have to produce each day just so they can get their jobs done while you're destroying them? It's a lot, dum dum. So, thanks, for that." The last few words were laced with annoyance, though as he continued speaking there was no trace of it, "I'd love to see your little baking soda volcano of a robot do the stuff the loaders do. Really, I would. I think it'd be hilarious to watch it slowly crush itself trying to lift a shipping container from the loading bay all the way down into customs."
He didn't. It killed him a little inside whenever he had to see yet another one of his bots blown to kingdom come by some idiots. He just figured it'd be another step closer to pissing her off so bad she screamed and hung up.
"I know! Great, isn't it?" Jack laughed, clasping his hands above his head and stretching until he felt the little knot in his back relax, "Hey- If you're super lucky, I'll even tell you about the time someone from middle management didn't turn up to a meeting they'd requested. Bet you can guess how well that went. Let's just say he wouldn't be walking home to his wife and kids anytime soon."
"Ah, annoyance is close enough, right? Gotta love mildly inconveniencing people I don't like." Jack's brows raised. Wow. She was taking him super seriously. He'd already forgotten the majority of their conversation.
"No, trust me, kid. I'm fully aware of what y'all think you're 'actually' doing. It's just… bull, to put it lightly. Sure, maybe you just came to open a vault, get rich." He leaned in closer to the echo, "But what are you doing now, exactly? And no, I don't mean looking all pathetic like you always do and digging through scrap. I mean to get to the vault. Let me guess… Good ol' Lilith's got you doin' her grunt work, right? Running place to place, 'kill this guy!', 'get this thing or person!'. I just- I just know I'm right."
"Let's- Just let me pull up the definition of a bandit, m'kay?" Jack took barely a second to find it on the echonet, and he turned back to the echo, "Alright, here. A bandit is an outlaw, in this case you, who belongs to a gang, the Crimson Raiders, who operate in an isolated or lawless area, Pandora. So, tell me, princess… Where was I wrong? Or do big words just make your head hurt so darn much?"
"You know, your argument would make total sense. The whole… People's livelihoods… Thing… Except for the fact that nearly everyone down on Pandora would kill you and sell you for parts." Jack's expression darkened, and his tone grew serious, "There are people down where you are who'd do that to a kid. And you really think that they deserve to be spared? Do they deserve trust and respect? Or do they all deserve a big ol' moonshot to the face?"
He let out a breath, eyes flickering over to the paperwork stack in consideration, before they returned to the echo.
"Oh, and I'm fully aware that isn't what you wanted as an answer. I just- I really do love being unhelpful. Especially with people who work with backstabbing bastards who've wronged me in some way or another." He shrugged slightly, "And, no. No, I won't be doing that. You wanna know why? Because no one's ever made an entire military composed solely of robots with AIs to try and fix a whole planet. You're just fueling the raging inferno that is my ego here, babe."
"But, trust me on this one. The Crimson Raiders can, and have done worse. They ever mention why exactly I want y'all dead? Or, did they sugar coat it and cry 'Jack is just bad!' at the top of their lungs?" He laughed, the sound growing even louder as she described the train events.
God, he wished he'd seen their faces…
"Sorta! Well, not in the snow. It was more, y'know, dirt." He seemed to space out a little after that thought, eyes on the echo but not particularly focused on it.
It took a while for him to zone back in, but when he did he continued with the exact same intonation and volume as before.
"Anyway, y- you wanna try and take another shot at me? Or has your fragile little heart had enough?" Jack laughed loudly, and he finally made a move for the paperwork.
#ahaha i get you#it's definitely helped pull me out of my writer's block#it could've been paradise // borderlands 2
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Last Call
For Lilith as she requested.
Warnings: noncon sex, mentions of death and grieving, blood/violence.
This is dark!(chubby)Thor and explicit. 18+ only.
Summary: The reader deals with an unruly bar patron.
Note: I mean fuck what I said about chubby Thor because I’ve made him quite despicable in this and I’m sorry. This one’s pretty rough so please keep in mind warnings and avoid if you aren’t into more brutal scenes.
Please let me know your thoughts and reblog/like <3
LAST WARNING TO HEED THE DISCLAIMERS ABOVE!
The small fishing village was quiet before the event. Before half the residents dissolved to dust. Even after the arrival of the peoples that called themselves Asgardian, it was grim. The waters were darker, even colder than before. The streets silent; empty.
The only place with a sign of life was the tavern. Here, those who were left gathered but rarely talked. Everyone had lost someone. Family, friends, neighbours, pets, even. The world was grey in communal mourning. What was left but alcohol and denial?
You and Anders were the only bartenders left. You took the closing shift as he was usually too drunk to lock up by the end of the night. Like any other, he was coping the only way he knew how; the easiest way. You couldn't blame him, any of them.
You felt a stab of guilt when you thought of it. If one were to ask who you'd lost, you wouldn't know what to say. You hadn't lost anyone in the snap. You had lost them before and that wasn't the same. You chose to turn your back on them, chose to turn recluse on the nordic shores. They didn't have a choice, you did.
It was a quiet night. Tuesdays usually were. Anders had already stumbled out. Twenty minutes till close. Last call. A single figure left in the corner. Quiet, brooding, the usual display of the grief-stricken.
He'd been there for most of the night. Hidden in shadows as he ordered pint after pint. Anders had been serving him while you manned the bar. You could barely see him through the shadows. The fireplace he sat beside had died an hour ago.
You announced last call and grabbed a cloth. You wiped down the bar as you heard the floorboards creak. The wood shifted under his heavy footsteps and he planted his empty glass before you.
"I'll take another." He slurred.
You filled a glass and set in on the bar. You took his old one and rinsed it. You turned back and added the pint to his tab.
"Settle up?" You asked.
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. He tossed them on the bar and plopped on the stool. He took the glass and drained half of it in a single gulp. His pale blue eyes narrowed as he watched you count out what he owed and slid back the rest.
"Keep the change, I suppose," He muttered. His gaze was unwavering as you put the money in the till and resumed your duties. He slowly collected his money and left a single bill on the bartop. "A drink for you, barkeep."
"No thanks," You said softly, "I don't drink."
"Everyone drinks these days," He pushed the bill towards you. "To the lost!"
He raised his glass and emptied it. He slammed it back on the wood and you picked up the cash and held it out to him. He frowned.
"Really, I don't, but thank you," You waited and he finally snatched the bill back and tucked it away in his pocket.
His long golden dreads dragged across his shoulders as he belched into his large hand. He scratched his beard as you took his empty glass and rinsed it. He watched you intently.
"Closing in ten," You warned.
"Yeah," He grumbled, "You got someone to get home to?"
You stopped and looked at him. "Do you?"
"Does anyone?" He countered. "Before?" He leaned on the bar as you tidied up the bottles on the shelves. "Did you?"
"Never really did," You answered curtly, "I'm as alone now as I was then." You tidied up the trash along the back counter and he sighed. "You?"
"Ironically, didn't lose much after," He chuckled darkly and you turned back to dump your handful in the bin. "My home, my people, my brother…" He smacked his hand across the bar and snarled. "Everything!"
You nodded. "I'm sorry. I know it's hard." You were used to these outbursts. "I think maybe you should go sleep it off."
He stared at you. "I'm not drunk," He declared and you held back an annoyed huff.
"Very well, but we are closing…" You checked the clock, "In two minutes."
"How would you know?" He asked sharply. You shook your head in confusion. "How would you know it's hard when you didn't lose anything?"
"I did. Neighbours, co-worker--"
"Nothing," He spat as he stood. He towered over you even from the other side of the bar. "Those people you left behind before, do you even care if they're gone? Hmm? You don't know loss."
"You need to leave," You said calmly, "I'm locking up now."
He laughed and pushed back his hair. "Make me."
"What are you? A child?" You challenged. "Now go."
He glanced away as he thought. His lips curved beneath his thick beard. You shook your head and reached under the bar. A flash and smoke rose from the wood just beside your hand. The pistol hidden there fell to the floor; melted and deformed.
"Leave," Your voice quavered and you winced.
"You don't know how hard it is. You can't," He growled. "To wake up everyday and know that you failed. That all those lives, of those you loved, those you never even knew, are gone because of you."
"Look, I don't know, okay? But you need to go." You backed up and felt around. There was a knife somewhere. The one you used to chop lemons. "Now."
He shook his head and pushed back his shoulders. He walked slowly around the end of the bar. You rushed to the end and pulled down the blockade. He placed his hand on it and you brought the knife down. He was fast.
His hand stopped you from dislodging the knife and he squeezed until you let go. He grabbed it with his other and pulled it from the wood. He tightened his grip on your wrist and pressed the blade to your throat. Carefully he sliced just hard enough to bleed but not deep enough to hurt.
You stared back at him. Unmoving. He tilted his head and removed the knife from your neck. He plunged it as deep as he could into the wood. The handle snapped and feel into pieces. He grabbed your other wrist and you planted your heels. You tried to free yourself but he dragged you easily across the blockade.
"Stop! Get off me!" You screamed. "Help! Somebody."
He spun and tossed you against the wall. The air was knocked from you. You wheezed and clung to the wood as you tried to stay on your feet.
"Even if someone heard, you think they'll help?" He snarled. "They're all too drunk and selfish now."
You pushed yourself away from the wall and he swiftly kicked his foot out to trip you. You fell to the floor with an oomph and your breath rushed from you again. You turned and got to your hands and knees as you rasped and tried to get away.
He followed behind you. Taunting your pathetic attempt at escape. He kicked you over and you fell heavily onto your back. He put his foot on your chest and pressed down.
"That's right. Crawl, bitch." He pulled his foot away and you gulped for air. "I said crawl!" You slowly got back to your hands and knees. He rounded you and tsked at you like a cat. "Over here, kitty."
You followed him, your lungs burned horribly and your ribs ached. As you neared, he bent and pulled you to your feet by your arm. His other hand was at your throat and he squeezed as you slapped his arm and struggled to breathe. He was going to kill you.
He let go and spun you around. He shoved you against the stool so hard you barely kept from hitting your head on the bar. You tried to stand but he pushed you back down.
"Stay." He barked and his hand lingered on the small of your back.
His large fingers slipped down and he cupped your ass. He squeezed and pushed his body against you. His other hand hooked under your hip and he lifted you so that your stomach rested on the stool. You kicked out and he grabbed the back of your head, forcing it sharply into the bar.
Your ears rang and your vision swirled. You clung to the stool, a hand on the edge of the bar top as your skull throbbed. You struggled not to slip from the stool, your toes along the crossbar and your arm around the seat below you.
He grabbed the waist of your jeans and pulled until the metal button fell loose against the stool. He snaked his hand beneath you and tugged until the zipper split. The stool wobbled dangerously as he tore your pants down, your panties twisting along with them.
You clung to the bar with your other hand and tried to draw yourself away from him. He held you in place by your jeans, your thighs trapped together by the stiff denim.
"Let me go," You murmured. The effort of speaking made your head ache. "Please."
"Shut up!" He roared and once more cracked your head against the edge of the bar. Your nose met the wood with a sickening crunch. You felt the blood swell as your head lolled forward and tasted the metallic tinge along your lips. "This is the world now. We all lose something...Ourselves."
He smacked your ass so hard you yiped. You could feel his round stomach along your lower back as he pushed himself against you. He snatched a hank of your hair and lifted your head as the blood dribbled down your neck.
"This is what we've become," His hand moved between your ass and his pelvis.
You trembled and weakly hung from his grasp as a sob caught in your throat. You felt his cock against your bare ass and you gulped. You nearly choked on your blood as your entire body went cold.
"I haven't felt anything since. It's nothing. Just day after day after day," His rough fingers spread over your ass as he spoke. "Can't even get hard." He wiggled and his cock tickled along your skin. "Til now."
You whimpered as he pulled his hand away and pressed the head of his cock against you. He wrenched your head back so that you were forced to arch your back and guided himself to your entrance.
"Don't do this," You rasped as you wiped away the blood streaming from your nose. You were certain you'd only smeared it across your cheek. "You don't have--"
Your voice died as he pushed inside without warning. You reached back to claw at his hand tangled in your hair and he sank to his limit in a single motion. You hissed and slapped at his grip, your feet threatening to slip from the crossbar.
He grunted and pulled back only to slam in with enough force to make the stool shake. Your blood turned sticy between your hands as your other held onto the stool. He thrust again and you gasped.
"Gods," He uttered as he kept his motion unyielding.
The stool jostled beneath you as he pulled on your head, further and further until only your feet barely touched the stool. He poked your cervix painfully as he pressed himself against you, his free hand kneaded your thigh and his nails dug into your flesh.
Your entire body shook as he fucked you. He was vicious. As if punishing you. His hand slipped from the back of your head to your throat and he pulled you against him. His stomach rubbed against your arched back as only your feet remained on the stool. The slender crossbar felt as if it would break.
Blood trickled down your throat as you gasped for breath. His hand tightened as he felt you gulp for air. Your head swam and you closed your eyes as your let your arms fall limp. He rutted into you, a snarl marked each violent thrust.
You were sore, battered. From head to toe. Your entire body ached and your pussy thrummed. His flesh clapped against your ass, the flesh raw and tender. The tears stung your eyes as your nerves wound to a point and you shuddered in shame at the heat that flowed through your veins.
He growled as he felt the sudden gush and your walls pulsed around him. He sped up and he snaked his arm around you. He tore the vee of your shirt down to your stomach. The band of your bra burned your skin as he snapped it, too. He grabbed your tit and squeezed as his pace picked up again.
"Fucking--bitch!" He exclaimed and came with a spasm.
His hips slowed as he rode out his climax, his hand even tighter around your neck. He bottomed out as he sighed in relief and reluctantly let go of you. He pulled out and let you drop against the stool.
The stool wobbled beneath you and toppled as he stepped back. You splayed across the floor as another fell beside you. You coughed and rolled onto your side as blood filled your mouth.
He chuckled and you heard the subtle snap of elastic. You shakily sat up and cradled your nose as you looked up at him. His cock was already tucked away, a wet spot forming along the front of his pants.
His cum dripped from you and you got to your knees as you pulled your jeans up with a shudder. To hide yourself. To hide your shame as he stretched the crick out of his neck and settled on another stool, elbows on the bar.
You stared at him as you moved in haze. The shock clouded around you and filled your lungs. You stood and stumbled. He smirked and tapped his fingers on the wood.
"I'll take another pint before I go."
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#dark!thor#thor x reader#dark!thor x reader#dark thor x reader#dark thor#thor fic#dark!fic#dark fic#thor#au#request#one shot#fic#dark!verse#dark verse#mcu#marvel
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Excerpt 3 for Signed and Sealed
NaNo has been going well. If you want to read the first 24 chapters, it’s here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21231668?view_full_work=true
This is an excerpt from tonight’s writing. This covers the events of Genesis 32, when Jacob gets the beat-down from God’s Messenger.
~*~
Gabriel had given some thought in how he would appear to Jacob. In the end, he’d decided to go nude. God had given him no instruction with regard to clothing, and if God wanted Jacob intimidated, Gabriel could think of nothing more intimidating than a naked Archangel.
“Never underezztimate the power of unexpected nudity,” Prince Beelzebub had told him once.
Just before they said that, they’d dissolved their clothes with a miracle and used Gabriel’s distraction to hook their staff behind his heel and knock him to the ground. Sparring ended then, and Gabriel yielded his ass to the demon’s mercy.
The lesson stayed with him. If he was going to frighten the human, well, not many things are more threatening than an angry naked man.
Prince Beelzebub waited with him. They were both in the wing realm, because Prince Beelzebub was not supposed to be seen on this mission. They rubbed his skin with olive oil, a thick coating. That would make it harder for Jacob to get a good hold on him.
Not that a human would be able to damage Gabriel’s corporation. Much.
Prince Beelzebub had also braided Gabriel’s hair and woven the braid to the back of his head using a needle and yarn.
He kept his Effort. Humans were frightened of human-shaped things that did not have genitals. Too frightened.
When he’d been slain in Egypt, Sandalphon’s nude corporation had hung in one of Lilith’s temples for a fortnight before Gabriel could collect it. The people of Egypt believed him to be some kind of God, especially when his body did not decay. A whole religion sprang up around Sandalphon’s dead corporation. Now, one of their main idol gods was born from a dismembered god. One who’d lost his genitals.
And so, every angel on earth kept an Effort.
Gabriel was instructed to resemble a human, and so he would. Effort and all.
The sun was setting by the river Jabbok. Jacob waited, alone, expecting his brother Esau to descend upon him. Possibly to kill him. Jacob trusted the Lord, and more the fool he was for that.Then again, if he was an important player in God’s pageant, his trust might not be mislaid.
The sun dipped slowly, kissing the horizon like a lover. The whole sky blushed, and the river seemed to turn to blood and gold beneath the setting sun. Jacob found a rock and sat upon it. He felt peaceful to Gabriel. This was a man who trusted his God, but hedged his bets.
Gabriel and Prince Beelzebub had watched Jacob split his family up to ensure that some would survive if Esau fell upon them. The two of them had watched Jacob set up gifts for his brother, gifts of animals and slaves to placate his wild brother. They had watched as Jacob kissed his wives and his children, watched him say his prayers.
Even now, he was deep in prayer. The red sky was streaked with violet. No longer a blush, but now a bruise. The sky loomed over the river, which could only reflect the colors above.
The sun sank deeper.
“It izz time,” Prince Beelzebub said.
Gabriel leaned down and kissed them. “One night,” he promised.
“One night,” they replied.
He smiled at them before turning to face Jacob. He stepped from the wing realm, his course clear. He kept his face blank, but his eyes (he knew) burned with his determination.
Jacob did not run.
“Are you from my brother, Esau?” he asked. And then, “Stranger, where are your clothes?”
Gabriel did not answer. Instead, he pulled Jacob off of his rock and threw him into the river.
It seemed like a good opening move.
Jacob crawled up the bank, and Gabriel kicked him, barefoot, back into the swirling water. River foam closed over Jacob’s head, and Gabriel watched the surface of the water to see where he would come up.
He came up twenty feet downstream. Gabriel walked, leisurely, as Jacob pulled himself out of the river.Jacob would be tired now, an easy target.
Gabriel grabbed him by his robes and held him high over his head. Jacob screamed like a slaughtered calf as Gabriel slammed him to the earth. Several ribs cracked, Gabriel could hear them break like ice over water.
“Stranger, peace,” Jacob panted, rising to his knees. “I have left my brother many fine gifts! If you are his man...tell him that I mean him no harm.”
Gabriel did not listen. Instead, he kicked Jacob in his soft belly, and knocked him down.
On the ground, Gabriel straddled Jacob, and picked up a rock. He went to crush the man’s head, and Jacob watched with wide eyes and a small mouth.
Gabriel brought the rock down, but Jacob managed to squirm away at the last moment.
“Stranger!” he cried out, staggering to his feet. “Peace! I mean you no harm!”
“Am I a stranger to you, Jacob?” Gabriel said.
“Aren’t you?”
Gabriel smiled, and reached for the man, who darted away from him. Again, he reached, and again, Jacob danced away from his hands.
“I can do this all night,” Gabriel said. “Can you?”
Jacob looked unsure.
Gabriel grabbed him by the beard and dragged him back towards the river. Jacob shrieked, and Gabriel wondered if his family could hear him.Jacob balled his fist up and punched Gabriel. A hard hit, from a man strengthened by working in Laban’s fields. A pious man, and no hunter. But still, a strong hit.
Gabriel released him.
He smiled at Jacob.
“I see that you mean to fight,” he said.
Jacob’s eyes widened in the dying light of the day. “I mean to survive,” he said.
“Good,” Gabriel said, and punched Jacob in the jaw.
#good omens fanfic#nanowrimo#wip#good omens wip#ineffable bureaucracy#Read on AO3#seriously this is my baby#bamf gabriel#jacob is ralph on a bus#hes in danger
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