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ka-za-ri · 4 years

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Descent Pt. 2

Masterlist of other Chapters: Here Crossposted to Ao3: here

Part [1] Part [2] Part [3] Part 4: [4] Part [5] Part [6] Part [7] Part [8] Part [9] Part [10]

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Pairing: Simeon x Reader Wordcount: 5,000 ish Genre: Luxurious Smut Tags: Voyeurism, mutual masturbation Summary: With the first chapter behind him, there's still something missing in Simeon's writing, and he needs your help to figure out what it is.

Stumble

True to his word, Simeon had the draft he promised in your email inbox within a few days. You were surprised. He seemed to be struggling so much when you last saw him, you really expected him to take a little more time. Regardless, it was to your benefit since it meant you had more time to edit.

Even if it was just the first chapter and a little bit after, you were surprised at the speed in which he jumped to the lewd scenes. It wasn’t surprising considering sex was the focus, but you would need to teach him how to reign in his enthusiasm. By the time you were finished reading through the draft the first time, your whole face had gone hot. The explicit details he wrote out only brought your mind back to what you had acted out in that sunroom just a few days ago. It was a direct translation of your actions to text. Sure, Simeon was new to the genre, but his talent as a writer still shone through.

Despite the roughness of the draft, the publisher approved it as acceptable proof of progress. They greenlit the whole project and you were more than excited to email Simeon and let him know the good news. Just as you had come back from the meeting with the executives, your phone chirped with a new message.

[SMS: I AM STUCK. I CANNOT WRITE ANYMORE. HELP ME.]

You laughed at how short and crude the message was. For someone who spent most of his time on a computer writing; he was absolutely hopeless with any other form of technology. Shaking your head at how someone like him had gotten so far in life barely knowing how to send a text, you packed up your things and made your way to his place. You did have a few notes about his first chapter to give him, anyway.

Simeon hated being deceptive. He hated how quickly he had started to rely on that image of you in his brightly lit sunroom to fuel his writing and for his own desires. He was ashamed to ask you to come over again; but he was repeating the same motions in his writing, he needed new visuals and you were the only one he could trust. In reality, his request was a thinly veiled request to see you perform again. He was able to complete his work so quickly after watching you. Researching video clips and online articles gave him some fuel, but nothing got him so fired up as watching a scene unfold from you.

It was a strange obsession he was still wrapping his mind around. He had to be careful, the temptation you possessed was absolutely dangerous. Simeon had to reassure himself that he was ancient and knew his way around humans with how long he had studied them. He needed to convince himself that he would never sully a human body, no matter how much he wanted you. His title, status and reputation as an angel were the most sacred parts of him. With so many years of writing experience, surely he could write a proper sex scene without actually ever having to fuck you.

It didn’t stop him from being nervous. No matter how many fail safes he came up with, he knew that you were effortlessly enticing him to be joined with you. He had to be vigilant. It would be the ultimate test of his will and his determination. Both for his career and his soul. He would see it through, he knew he could. No material experience could be more important than his angelic status. Right?

He paced back and forth in the foyer of his home, gnawing on his nail while he waited for you to arrive. It had taken him half an hour to find the right words to text you. Simeon glanced at the phone in his hand almost every ten seconds, hoping you had replied. He knew you had a meeting, but it should be over by now and you should be arriving at any moment. You hadn’t answered him which made him antsy. Usually you would have at least told him you were coming over. He could only hope that you were just eager to see him as he was to see you again.

He didn’t want to admit how he had fallen asleep with his hands down his pants the past three days, dreaming about your sweet voice as you came and called out to him. He didn’t want to think about how many positions he had imagined you being in. Simeon didn’t want to dwell on how many scenarios he came up with just to have you reenact them for him. Some of the scenes delved so deep into his darkest desires that he was scared to even admit he thought about them.

But he wanted to see them play out.

The doorbell barely finished ringing and he was already flinging opening the door to let you in. “I’m guessing the meeting went well.” He said with a bright smile to hide his nerves. He was already set up in his sunroom. During the time you were gone, he had brought a small folding desk to the recliner. The cable for his computer had also been moved so he didn’t have to worry about the battery being drained. You instinctively went over to the couch lined up against the wall but he stopped you. Instead of letting you lounge like you did the last time, he offered you a chair across from his makeshift desk instead. He refused to make eye contact as you made yourself comfortable.

“The meeting went as well as it could,” you said while taking out the envelopes that contained his work. “They like everything so far, but it’s still rough and needs a little bit more refinement, and I have to agree with them.”

You glanced up at him and noticed him fidgeting with his fingers while he kept his face calm. “So, what needs to be fixed up?”

You flipped through a few pages and showed him the paragraphs of smut he had written. The color drained from his face as he was face-to-face with the obscenity of his work in physical form. “So, it’s not bad. But I can tell it was your first time. There’s something missing about the partner. I can’t place it, but it just feels… flat? Like I can’t tell if they’re feeling anything from the exchange or what.”

“Ah… Oh… Hahaha. I see… That explains a lot.”

You raised a curious eyebrow at his comment. “Does it?” You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back in the chair. It seemed as though Simeon was just at the verge of another great discovery about his writing and you were rather intrigued about what his thoughts were.

“Yes. I was struggling to write this next scene and I just… couldn’t figure out how to convey the partner’s feelings. It’s frustrating. I should have all the resources that I need to make it work.” He gestured at what he had written and bade you to take a look.

It was always fun to see his work in progress. With the partially polished scenes and unfinished sentences, it was like you got to see the inner workings of his brain. What he had in front of you was a far cry from the more polished work you were used to, but the overall flow of action was much better than the travesty you had seen last time. However, you could see the exact point where he started to struggle. As he said, there was a lack of feeling behind the words.

“Ooh… So this is the part where you need my help again, huh?”

Simeon covered his face with his hand. “I’m ashamed to ask you to assist me with another scene.”

You smiled softly, reaching over and ruffling his hair. “Well, I’d be the world’s worst editor and manager if I refused to help you, right?”

“You don’t have to…”

“But I want to.” You reassured him, while getting up from your seat to start stripping. Truth be told, you were waiting for the next time you got to see him so hot and bothered while working. Something about how focused he was on writing and not what his body needed made you want to push him further, see just what it took to get him distracted. “But you know… I’m sure you’d get more out of it if you experienced it too. Sometimes, just watching isn’t enough.”

Simeon felt his heart drop to his stomach from your suggestion. You were putting into words all of his desires and what he had craved ever since the last time. If he didn't have his wits about him, he knew he would have taken you up on the offer. The temptation of knowing how it felt to be in you while you moaned had piqued his curiosity and he longed to experience it. “I… Uh,” he stuttered, trying to wrap his mind around how to reply.

You dragged your finger up his thigh, pausing right at his crotch and waited for his reaction. He was so cute with his eyes wide, lips slightly parted and his brain short circuiting from your advances. You wanted to devour him and see him crumble under your fingers. “You what?” You encouraged, moving the focus from his crotch upwards, your finger skirting the soft sweater he wore and up to his chin. You tilted his head upwards to meet you eye to eye. “You want to write the best novel… don’t you?”

“I do…” He breathed, unable to take his eyes away from you and his mind struggled to keep up with how quickly you had taken control of the situation. He needed to wrestle some semblance of calm back in his favor if he wanted to continue getting what he wanted without you suspecting his obsession. “In order for me to do that, I need you to show me how…” He trailed off, cheeks flushed warm from thinking about his lewd request.

“How what? Come on now, you asked me to fuck a pillow last time, how is this going to be any worse than that?” you teased. Much to your delight, he became more flustered, his gaze dropping to the floor and he mumbled to himself. You let him get over his shyness, waiting patiently with his chin balanced at the tip of your finger.

Please uhm… Please show me how you please yourself… for this next scene.” He managed to save himself from falling completely into your trap, specifying exactly what he needed you to do. You were so alluring and so close to him, he had almost asked for the unforgivable.

You smiled, letting go of his chin and stepping back. “It’d be so much easier if I had some toys to do that… but I guess I’ll show you since you asked so nicely.” You planted a kiss on his forehead before undoing the buttons of your blouse.

“T-toys?” Simeon squeaked. He had seen them in video clips and read about them in reviews when he researched; but it never occurred to him that you might want to use them.

“It’s okay if you don’t have any. I can always settle with this…” You teased, walking over to him and fondling his crotch. “In fact, I would prefer this over anything else.”

You were close enough to see his pupils dilate and notice how his breath hitched as you touched him. He pulled away from you, hiding behind his screen and pretended to be busy with opening a new document. “I… I need to write.”

“But that’s the problem…” you whined, pouting that he pulled away but you didn’t press the issue any further. Watching him squirm was so satisfying; and you hadn’t even done anything yet. “You were writing the last time and you had the same problem, so stop writing this time and get into it.” You suggested.

“I can’t.” he shook his head vehemently. “I can’t do it. No.”

You sighed, putting your hands on your hips and looked at him. You never pegged him to be the kind of guy who waited until marriage to be intimate, but it seemed like he was alluding to the fact that he was saving himself. If he wasn’t, he was at least being very reserved for the type of content he was writing. “Fine, we don’t have to do it,” you conceded before going back to stripping yourself bare. “But feel free to help yourself to whatever you need for inspiration.” You winked, looking down at his crotch and he hastily crossed his legs when your gaze lingered.

He was so cute. You couldn’t tell if he knew exactly what he was doing. It was hard to expect someone so beautiful and of his age to not get intimate when the chance arose. Part of you wondered if it was because you weren’t desirable to him outside of your little acts. Dwelling on that thought made your chest hurt in bitterness and you shoved that to the side to focus on helping him instead.

You flopped back down on the chair, spreading your legs and resting them on the arms of the chair so that Simeon had a clear view of what you were about to do to yourself. Having him watch everything you did so close to you aroused much faster than you expected. “Well, time to get to work.” you said nonchalantly.

You closed your eyes, imagining Simeon joining you in getting nude. You imagined what it would be like for him to reveal his skin a little at a time in a playful strip tease. He always wore such bulky and cozy looking sweaters, it made you wonder just what kind of body he was hiding underneath all the layers. You started at your breasts again, squeezing them together and playing with them to aid in the fantasy.

In front of you, Simeon was typing up a storm. In your mind, it was his hands at your breasts, playing with your nipples until they were perky. You thought about him latching his soft lips around your nipple, licking at the sensitive skin there until you squirmed and moaned his name. You were careful this time to make sure you didn’t accidentally call for him when you really got into it. You weren’t in a rush to experience that embarrassment a second time.

He could see your folds progressively get wetter as you touched yourself and wrapped yourself in a fantasy he had no access to. Recalling the last time, Simeon wondered if he was occupying your mind again. This time, he was much more aware of his body’s reactions to the scene in front of him. There was no way he could ignore the pressure growing in his pants. No matter how much he focused on the document in front of him, he could feel his desires bubbling and threatening to spill over.

It was different this time. You were sprawled out in front of him, moaning softly and panting. Your head rested on the back of the chair. With your eyes closed and your mouth open slightly in an “O” you looked absolutely angelic. He wanted to join you, his fingers stopped typing and he was once again frozen, watching the performance in front of him.

You noticed he stopped typing much sooner than the last time and smirked a bit, cracking open your eyes to see his precious face staring at you in wonder. “Like what you see?” You asked coyly, sliding one hand down from your breast to your pussy. You spread yourself wide so he could see exactly just how wet you were.

Simeon only nodded, entranced with the way your folds glistened and he could smell your arousal from where he sat. He licked his lips holding onto his fraying desires as best as he could. Control yourself. You can do this. “Y-yes…” His voice came out thickly, as if his vocal chords refused to work properly.

You giggled, loving how riled up you were getting him and slowly rubbed your slick slit with your fingers. You moaned, the pleasure your fingers gave you was much better than riding a pillow. With just a quick glance, you noticed he had uncrossed his legs and was sporting a rather impressive tent in his pants. “Well, I’m glad that you’re not bored.” you teased much to his dismay.

His hands flew to his crotch, covering himself and he tried to will his boner back down to no avail. You giggled again, pulling his attention away from his arousal. “It’s okay, I would have been disappointed if you didn’t get turned on by what you’re seeing.”

“I uhm…”

“It’s okay.” You reassured him again. “Feel free to join in however you want. It only makes it all the more fun.”

Simeon gulped, torn between work and pleasure. He put himself in this predicament, he needed to figure a way out of it. He needed relief and he needed to write. The two sides of him warred as he scrambled with his fizzling brain to figure out something. An epiphany dawned on him when he heard his phone go off.

“Spam?” you asked when he fumbled with the incoming call, trying to silence the ringtone. “Or were you expecting someone?”

“Ah.. uhm… spam. I think.” He confirmed once he managed to figure out to disregard the call without picking it up. The next thing he needed to figure out was how to get the camera working and recording. You wanted to help him, but with one hand covered in fluids, you weren’t sure if he wanted you touching his phone.

Eventually with a little vocal coaching on your end and a lot of fumbling on his side, he got it to work and propped the phone up to start recording what you were doing. If he was going to get relief now, he needed to at least have proper reference to go back to later.

“Wow… you are so much kinkier than I thought.” You joked, causing Simeon to cover his face in shame, but he didn’t try to argue. There was something about having everything recorded for later that only added to the sexual tension in the room.

“It’s for research…” He mumbled more to convince himself than to explain to you what he was doing.

“Right… research.”

He moved his hands to mirror your own. One at his crotch and the other at his chest. It was difficult to hide your disappointment when you saw he wasn’t about to expose himself. His hand slipped under his clothes to touch and tease at his skin. You could see the barest hint of his abs peeking out from underneath the oversized sweater and you practically drooled at just the little bit of skin he showed off. You couldn’t help a small pout, frustrated at how unfair it was that you were putting in so much work for him and he could just so cutely masturbate alongside you.

The frustration disappeared the moment you saw his eyelids flutter clothes and he let out a soft moan. It was the most beautiful sound in the world and it was infinitely better than anything you could have imagined. His blue eyes lidded with pleasure were only opened to a sliver as he urged you to continue what you were doing.

With the camera rolling and the very vision of sin in front of you, you were more than eager to get back to getting off. Your finger found your clit and you rubbed it in the way that always made you see stars. “Hmmm, oh yeah…” You groaned, flicking your finger side to side before circling the little bundle of nerves. You were undoubtedly going to ruin his furniture again, but you didn’t care.

Simeon watched the way your fingers moved and he mimicked everything you did. His hand under his shirt pinched and rolled his nipple between his fingers. The sensation made him hiss from the initial pain but that was quickly replaced by pleasure which sent jolts of bliss straight to his aching cock. He bit his lip, repeating the motion, drowning himself in the sensation over and over again.

The scent of your essence was thick in the air. It felt like you were surrounding him with every breath he took. You were invading his every thought and infecting everything he thought was pure. But the freedom you gave him and the gratification that came with it was intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough of your breathy moans and the wet sounds of your fingers toying with yourself.

His own hand in his pants pumped his cock in time with the motion of your fingers. At one point you had done the most lascivious thing and slipped a finger inside of you. His eyes widened as the digit disappeared and reappeared covered in your slick. His cock twitched in his hand in jealousy. He wanted to be buried in there, he wanted to feel your heat surround him. But all he had was his hand to satisfy him.

Simeon was heavily panting now, working up to a frantic pace in his pants as his hand stroked his length. It was cramped and uncomfortable; but he couldn’t bear to expose himself to you. Surely that would be too much for you to see; and he wasn’t sure if he could control himself if he stripped alongside you.

“Mmm, I’m getting close.” you groaned, rolling your hips to meet your fingers and you teased your clit further, feeling your body tense in preparation for your climax. “What about you?”

“I… Uh.. I’m…” Simeon, stuttered, not able to process how close he was. It was so different from all the times he relieved himself alone. He just had to keep going until he was done. But with you in front of him, he wanted to do it together with you. Seeing your soaked pussy right in front of him made him more excited than he ever had been. “I think I’m close…”

You laughed at his naivety. “You think?” You teased. Perhaps you needed to up the ante a bit. “Come on… come with me.” You beckoned and pressed two fingers into your tight hole.

He blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend what his hormones were doing. Seeing your fingers being engulfed by your pussy, sliding in and out slowly while you moaned right next to him was pressing all the right buttons in him. He could see you stretch to accommodate your fingers and he was entranced by that. Without warning, he gasped, his grip on his cock tightened as he came. “Oh … I’m… I’m sorry…” He panted. “You just… that was… Uhm..”

“Too hot for you to handle?” You asked, now working yourself faster. The face he made when he came all of a sudden was so hot. You would definitely think back on it during lonely nights. Simeon’s breathy moans, the way his skin glowed with a thin sheen of sweat from exertion. It all added up to be a breathtaking image.

“I...Yeah…” You could see the faintest hint of red on his cheeks and smirked, satisfied that he was enjoyed himself just as much as you were loving every moment you were in front of him.

“Good… I guess it’s my turn then.” You said and went right into the motions of getting yourself to climax. Locking the image of Simeon’s “O” face in your mind, you finger fucked yourself closer and closer to completion.

You could feel your inner walls tighten and you were just at the edge of no return when you felt Simeon’s firm hand pull your fingers away. Whining loudly and glaring at him, you were about to berate him for ruining your good time until your entrance was filled with his own slender fingers. “Let me help you…” He said, his bright blue eyes were lit with a determination you hadn’t seen before and the fire behind them was such a turn on.

For someone who had just been so bashful about being intimate with you at the beginning, Simeon sure was being bold now. You didn’t say anything, not like you really could. Your capacity to form coherent words disappeared when his slender fingers entered you and mimicked the motions you had shown him. He was a fast learner, able to have you shivering with little to no effort. It was hard to believe just how he had a sudden switch in personality, but it was beside you to figure it out now.

You were free to call his name. After all, he was the one touching you now. “Oh… Simeon.” you moaned, panting and once again ramping towards your climax. This time, he was in control of the pace and the intensity of what got you off. He curled his fingers in you and you cried out loud when he brushed past a sensitive spot in you. He was so gentle and so precise, it was mind blowing what he picked up just from watching you.

“You’re close… right?” He asked sweetly. You looked at him and the intensity in his eyes was only made more obvious against his dark skin. The tone of his voice was in direct contrast to the laser focus his gaze had on your most intimate parts. Just the dichotomy of that alone inched you dangerously close to your climax.

Then, his thumb pressed against your clit and your world exploded. It was just the last bit of stimulation you needed to go over the edge. You clutched onto the arms of the chair while you rode out the high on his fingers. A mixture of curses and his name fell from your lips as you breathlessly tried to ground yourself. Your inner walls clenched around his digits and Simeon continued to slowly slide them in and out of you, marveling at the sensation of your pussy milking his fingers.

You kept seeing stars at the edge of your vision with every extra pass he took. You wanted to tell him to stop, but he was too engrossed in his ‘research’ to really pay any of your protests any mind. Eventually, he pulled his fingers out of you and you sighed in both relief and disappointment.

Simeon looked at his glistening fingers, holding them to the light and observed the slick essence that coated them. It was almost a little embarrassing to watch him be so intrigued by your fluids that you needed to distract yourself by getting dressed again so you didn’t have to look at him. While you had your back turned, Simeon experimentally licked his coated fingers and by the time you were fully clothed, he had fully cleaned them off. He looked at you and licked his lips. “Research.” He said nonchalantly with a shrug.

“Right… research.” you said, already getting hot and bothered again at what you had just witnessed. This man will be the end of me. “Do you think you’ve gotten all you need for your next scene?”

“Hmm….” He nodded sagely, remembering to stop recording. “I’ll have to review everything, but I think I know where to go from here.”

You smiled good naturedly and pat his head gently. “Don’t overwork yourself.” you said gathering your things. Once again, it had gotten late and you had to regretfully leave to ensure you caught the last trains home. “Call me or text me if you need help again, okay?”

“Oh, of course. I plan on it.” He smiled at you and your heart melted a little, but there was a devilish nature to that smile that had never been there before. “I’ll finish the next chapter probably in a week and send it to you.”

“I can’t wait to see what you come up with. I’m sure it’ll be great, as usual.” You grinned, feeling giddy after such a great climax as well as knowing that Simeon was able to continue working. It would definitely be good news to report back to the publishing house and keep them off his back as he worked in peace.

He let out a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. It was a shame that he was already back to his usual innocent self. You wouldn’t have minded seeing more of that sex god who showed himself a few moments before. “Well, I’ll do my best to not disappoint. I have a lot to learn.”

“I’ll be sure to help you in any way I can.” You said. Looking down at your phone, you gasped noticing the time. “Shit. I gotta run if I don’t wanna walk all the way home tonight. Text me if you need anything!” You yelled, halfway across his home and stumbling to get your shoes back on.

When the door slammed shut, the silence that surrounded Simeon was deafening. He had been able to hold out on taking you, but it didn’t mean he hadn’t gotten a taste of what it was like to sin. The uncomfortable dampness of his cum clung to his leg, but he barely noticed it. Instead, he was focused on the file on his phone. The recording of what transpired that afternoon.

Taking a shaky breath, he resisted the urge to press play. The scent of your arousal and the taste of your essence were still too fresh in his mind. He needed to clean up. He needed to work. He needed to research and plan for you. He sighed and started to make his way to the shower. If he needed relief, then at least he could take care of it there and not in the mess that was his soiled pants.

As the sun sank past the horizon and gave way to night, the light within his soul waned and the darkness he had pushed aside grew. After a taste of sin, it was only natural that he would crave more until it consumed him.

And it felt heavenly.

#Obey Me!#Obey Me! Fanfic #Obey Me! Simeon #Obey Me! Smut #Simeon x Reader #Obey Me! AU #My writing #i'm trash you're trash we're all trash #It's innocent ish now #It'll only get kinkier as we go #Formatting is weird af on tumblr #go to the Ao3 link for it to be proper with the words emphasized as they should be #I'm too tired to bother through tumblr sorry folks

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laufire · 3 years

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Supernatural s5

I finished it a little while ago, but I haven’t had the time to make an involved post about it -or watch that much of s6 yet; I’m trying to be Resposible and the time I have has been spent in advancing fics a little bit or answering short asks lol.

-I have really enjoyed this season for the most part, but there’s something I need to get of my chest LOL: all through it, the song “Too Many Dicks (On The Dance Floor)” played in my head xDD. Like, listen, I knew what I was signing up for with this show!! I didn’t expect NOT to find it offensive or regressive on multiple occasions!! But I guess s3-4 must have spoiled me lmao. I’m not saying those seasons are the height of feminism, but if you removed its most important female characters, ESPECIALLY Ruby, the plot of the season would fall apart. That’s not something you can say for s5 and preventing the Apocalypse, just sayin’.

It wouldn’t’ve been that hard to expand Meg’s, Anna’s or the Harvelle’s part (they had good material to go there -Meg as the faithful possibly opening her eyes, Anna as the betrayed and the juror jury and executioner, the Harvelles as normal hunters fighting something way too big for them-, but barely any time and like I said, no incidence in the actual plot of the season). Hell, I’m biased but bringing back Ruby would’ve at least taken care of the problem lol. Or if the show had indulged me and kept Bellamy Young as Lucifer, at least. But everyone with a real say in the plot is a dude, or at least wearing one as a vessel (angel’s conception of gender is clearly different from humans, but in terms of ~~representation the results are the same lbr).

-My constant frustrations with Supernatural’s bigotry-related stuff lol, like I said, I really enjoyed the season (that combination is one of the most frustrating things about the show lmao). Especially Castiel’s plot. The guy has reached Potential Hall of Faves status and that’s hum. A Problem xD

But seriously, he was breaking my heart in all the best ways. His search for God (the Absent Father that the show specifically compared to John añsldkfjasf. This show ISTG!!), his disappointment and sense of betrayal at being let down (he called God Himself “son of a bitch”!!!). I was especially fascinated by his Endverse version -that AU will have its own section lol-, although it resulted in making me reaaaally nervous whenever he was close to an addictive substance :). Like yes, those scenes were lowkey humourous and adorable (like when he drinks shots with the Harvelles and Ellen is fascinated and Jo delighted -... lowkey shipping this too btw. Lowkey shipping Castiel with lots of people-, or his combo with Sam when he got drunk), but also, you know, WORRYING xD

Some of my favourite scenes of his were, predictably, his interactions with Meg or Lucifer in 5x10. The Megstiel scene was SUPER HOT (both their voices are very unf-y lol), I can’t wait to edit it. And having Lucifer call Castiel “a peculiar thing” sure was something xD (although lbr, this Lucifer isn’t keeping with his rebel angel reputation, Castiel is carrying that all by himself smh).

Another scene I couldn’t get out of my head if I wanted to is when he uhhhh... completely LOSES IT and starts beating the crap out of Dean when he was ready to give it up to Michael. “I gave everything for you, and this is what you give me?!?” ooooooof. It was hard to watch, and fascinating and intense. I shamelessly loved it lmfao.

Though my favourite moment of his is one that can only be appreciated when you know certain things about s6. It’s the scene where, unlike everyone else, he shows appreciation for Sam’s plan of sacrificing himself to get rid of Lucifer. Because yes, at this point it’s the only thing that can save the world. But Castiel isn’t saying, “Sam’s life is a small price to pay in comparison”, because he will go into s6 and snatch Sam out of the cage immediately. s5 established Sam got out, so with that in mind, he didn’t bring it up because he didn’t want to create false hope in case he failed, but he backed the plan with the intention of saving Sam anyway. I love that. I love him.

-The entire season was Missing Ruby Hours for me lmfao. Like I said, some of the problems in the season wrt female characters would’ve been at the very least lessened if she’d gotten to be here wrecking havoc. But generally I just miss her and What Could Have Been with her here. I enjoyed some of the crumbs (Sam using the witchcraft skillz he learned from her! Sam immediately knowing Meg isn’t Ruby, unlike Dean! Her knife! The ARCHANGEL GABRIEL referencing her as “the demon Sam chose over his brother”!! The callbacks with Crowley or Brady!!), but I would’ve wanted her here, dammit xD.

-Aaaaand we’re finally getting to Sam, who is without a doubt the star of the season, if you ask me. His plan at the end, to let Lucifer possess him in the hopes he can fight back for just long enough to overpower him and throw them both into the cage, with no hopes for himself? This is the kind of Big Damn Hero stunt I’m a sucker for, I won’t lie. And I love that the show felt the need to confirm he was still alive at the end of the season hehe.

He really Went Through It this season and he held on lmfao. On top of everything (the apocalypse, the guilt of being its final trigger, the addiction recovery, etc.), he also had to deal with Dean’s usual bullshit, which is no small feat xDD. Like, sure, from an audience stand-point all those things are interesting (some fave/the fuck moments are when Dean is obviously peeved that Bobby still supports Sam because he wanted Bobby in HIS corner, or when he has the nerve to say he wants to say yes to Michael because he doesn’t trust SAM not to say yes to Lucifer lmfaoooo), BUT IT’S STILL A FEAT XD

One note: for all the talk about bi!Dean, bi!Sam is so SEEN this season xDD. AFAIC he totally hooked up with that bartender Paul (RIP Paul. At least in your last moments you enjoyed Sam, who’s clearly an energetic, attentive lover 😔). And Crowley refers to Brady as Sam’s demon ex-boyfriend and nobody bats and eye lmfao (that story is so angsty... the parallels to Ruby, how he ingratiated himself with Sam by pretending to have fallen off the wagon... ouch).

-I have mixed feelings on Crowley. On his own, I fell absolutely in love with the guy on his first appearance. A demon that DOUBTS Lucifer and doesn’t kiss his ass?? That wants to get rid of him and do his own thing?? And clearly enjoys ~earthly pleasures to the fullest (his complains about how the other demons ate his tailor had me rolling laksjdfa)? The way he turned the tables on Brady? OFC I love him. OTOH boy, does it annoy me knowing that fandom GLADLY embraced him when they condemned characters like Bela or Ruby for similar things. It’s not his fault so I still like him (he’s like Gabriel in that sense), but it’s annoying!

It also annoys me how Dean Must Be Right All The Time syndrome interacts with him lol. This season Dean decides they can trust Crowley (despite Crowley killing two humans in front of him and getting him beat up by Brady lol), so they can. Next season he decides they can’t, so Castiel will be WrongTM because Dean Says So. Ugggggh xD

-To be fair, however, this season has my fave Dean so far LOL. In the love/hate scale, this one has been almost solely in camp love, barring some of those moments of irksome hypocrisy that he’s so prone to xD.

But there was something about how this season’s plot chipped away at him, you know? For all the traits he has that drive me up the wall or unsettle me, I appreciate a lot of his personality because it makes him a unique and interesting character driving the narrative -his irreverence, his ability to think on the fly and get out of shitty situations, his disbelief. Seeing all of those things under siege this season made me hurt for him in a way I hadn’t anticipated LOL. By the time he was ready to give in to Michael (and I love that what made him step away from that choice was Sam showing a trust in him he patently didn’t deserve lbr), sometimes I felt terribly for the guy.

I also wonder if this season kind of marked like... the beginning of the end for him, narrative-wise? Making him Michael’s vessel (his angel condom) is the kind of thing that turns him from subject into object, and that can doom characters ime. The fact that he ~resigns himself to Sam’s death when his identity as a character came with being His Brother’s Keeper is another slight.

-I continue having mixed feelings about Destiel too LMAO. I’ve decided I’m just going to try to enjoy the good and interesting parts while I can, while trying not to think of future developments that’ll likely sour the ship for me lol.

Because in truth, yeah, I enjoy their interactions a lot here! The Endverse was particularly enjoyable for me (back to that in a moment), but the entire season had a lot of gems. That moment in the finale, when Dean is wounded on his knees after Sam sacrifices himself, and Castiel resurrects and heals him with a touch? And Dean is staring in awe and asks him if he’s become God?? Like wtf am I supposed to do with that. WHO SAYS THAT. XDD

-The Endverse. Omgggggggg. The Endverse. I doubt I can say anything about it that hasn’t been said a thousand times, but seriously. I loooove it, all of it. My favourite was endverse!Castiel, ofc. The way he was in No Man’s Land, not an angel and not quite a human, his ways of trying to cope with that, how burned he was... I uncomfortably related to some of it too lmfao, but let’s not get into that xD.

Seeing both Deans interact was gr10 too. They really couldn’t stand each other lmfao (do you understand me now Dean?? They actually reminded me of two OCs in an original WIP of mine that are in a similar situation -in this case it’s the future version purposefully traveling to the past though-, which made me even fonder of the AU). And the Destiel? *chef’s kiss*. The bitterness, like when Castiel laughs when present!Dean berates endverse!Dean about the tortures and then purposefully says “I like past you” to hurt him asñldkfjasf. Or those looks when Dean returns to the past and tells Castiel to “never change” d’aw.

I loved Lucifer!Sam in this episode too (and personally, I think in the finale Lucifer -and Michael- should’ve changed his outfit too. Sam’s clothes just don’t get to The Devil’s levels, but that white suit was perfect). He was terrifying xD.

BTW: I’ve decided that, since we never see endverse!Castiel die, well. He didn’t xD. I could see Lucifer keeping him alive and captive out of a sense of nostalgia, as Castiel is the only other thing close to a fellow angel left. Might even decide to return his powers with time, or to ~entice him with such an offer lol. And ofc I headcanon Sam is still inside, occasionally trying to fight. Cue in all the Castiel/Lucifer and Castiel/Sam fic ideas too (I have waaaaay too many of those for this mini-verse. It’s very inspiring).

-I’m still on the fence at Lucifer’s motivations but I can’t question how the family issues fit so, so well into this ‘verse. “Family is hell” is the show’s thesis, after all xD. IMO the angels in general don’t feel like a family, they’re a military body/cult lol, but the Archangels are another matter. I guess is the whole “only four angels have seen God-slash-Dad” thing, the rest were... well, the help, apparently.

But Lucifer, Michael, and Gabriel do feel like brothers when they interact (I’m guessing here Gabriel is the Adam: discarded by the other two like nothing :)))). Raphael too, but since he doesn’t interact with them... does he get to later? Or is he the odd one out? Did the others avoid him because he kept quoting Nietzsche at dinner?? LOL.

-There are no words to explain how terribly I feel for Adam. JFC that poor KID. Who was kind and helpful and intuitive, and only wanted his mother back and to help stop the end of the world. And that Sam and Dean will leave rotting in Hell for a millennia :))). It’s kiiiiiiiiind of hard to do for your show’s “heroes” when they do shit like that lmfao. It’d be different if they never tried to make him feel he’s family, but Sam tried to convince him with the bs “because we’re blood” and they did a half-baked attempt at saving him from Zacharias, and then... yeah. At least he had Michael in the cage, but still.

-I was already spoiled of this, but the reveal that cupids made John and Mary fall in love is so chilling (good on Dean for punching that cupid asshole, btw). It puts what Mary says about John in flashbacks, about how much she loves him and how perfect he is, in such a terrifying light. And I’m under the impression that the show didn’t bother to deal with this properly when they resurrected Mary and just... I hate that tbh. It’s a narrative choice that should have a huuuge impact, dammit.

-I kind of loved how bitter and angry Bobby was about (temporarily, thanks to Crowley, his new demon bf -watch out Rufus) ending up in a wheelchair. That there were no platitudes or false sentimentality and it just... was.

-The Harvelles’ had a good send off. I can respect Kripke for wanting his faves to go on his terms lol. Having Jo refuse Dean’s offer of a fuck on their possible last night on Earth with “I rather spent it with a little thing I have self-respect”? Not because she doesn’t have feelings for him, but because she thinks she deserves better from him? I love it. This guy knows his pettiness xD

-The fact that this fandom seems to have ignored Gabriel x Kali is one of the reasons I’m never going to vibe with it, sns. Immortal exes? Check. She tricked him and killed him... but then it turns out HE tricked and he’s alive? Check. BUT THEN HE STILL GOES BACK AND SAVES HER, DYING BY HIS BROTHER’S HAND?? CHECK CHECK CHECK. Ugh, why can’t they come back to me. I know, I know, Kali is a WoC and those are only allowed one (1) appearance before they’re killed off, apparently. So it might be a good thing that she doesn’t return xD. But gosh, they were gr10.

-Death the Horseman’s intro cleared my skin. I love him. I love how utterly terrifying he is and how chilling his and Dean’s scene was. And I yearn to find a picture of the guy a little younger and with a goatee, because he’s the most perfect Discworld’s Vetinari fancast I’ve ever found xDD

-I’ve seen tons of commentary over the years, and especially lately for obvious reasons, about how this season finale would’ve been a much better ending for the show. I’m not there yet, and it does sound like the finale was a mess and this one’s was a very well constructed episode (and, ofc, the Final Love Interest was NOT blurry!!). But even if by the end I come to loathe the finale, there’s one reason I already know won’t let me agree on the s5 ending being perfect: God xDD

The episode makes Chuck come across as a ~benevolent figure and no, fuck that, do NOT want, take it away from me!! Give me God as the Big Bad Wolf, the last evil to conquer any day. It’s like Dumbledore all over again: I enjoy the character a lot more if I feel canon and I are on the same page wrt his shadiness xDD

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gamerwoo · 5 years

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Jeonghan: Fear the Fallen Angel

Characters: Jeonghan x reader (gender neutral)

Genre/warnings: angel/fallen angel au, demon au, horror, angst, violence/abuse

Word count: 2,233

Summary: What I wanted to give you. My heart, on the contrary, is causing more pain. Continue to badly repeat. I love you, oh, I regret it again. The way I love, the way I love.

Tag list: @exo-chan-kai @purpleseleva @mntax @squishy-yamdumplings @linophobia @fullsun-donghyuck @greenmetalroof

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Conflicted was an understatement. He never thought he would be in this predicament where he’d have to decide between two things like this. Truthfully, he didn’t think he’d ever fall in love again. Not only because it was against the rules to love anybody more than Him, but because he just didn’t see a point in falling in love now anyway. But here he was, deciding if he was willing to give all of it up for the human he’d fallen for.

His name was Jeonghan, and he was exactly what you pictured an angel to be. If you were to look up ‘angel’ in a dictionary, you were pretty sure Jeonghan’s picture would be beside the definition. A perfect, angelic face paired with beautiful blonde locks, he was possibly even more beautiful on the outside than he had to be on the inside.

That was why you decided a year ago that he would be your next target.

There were definitely rumors about you. The demon who would trick angels into falling in love with their charm and sweet words and seemingly perfect demeanor. But as soon as their wings were ripped off for breaking the rules and they were dropped down to earth, you would laugh in their faces and leave them all alone.

Jeonghan had definitely heard of you. There was no way he wouldn’t have. But he didn’t know your name or what you looked like because it wasn’t good to speak of demons where he was from. He only knew of the vague rumors he heard while he was taking care of a few things down on earth. So he was completely unaware when you had approached him when he was back on earth again.

For a year, you had done your best to break him down. You did everything you had learned over the year would work. You found that Jeonghan was a sucker for seemingly cute people who listened to him well, so you obeyed him whenever he asked anything of you. You showed your devotion to him, and that got to him. It wasn’t long before you could start to see the difference in the way he looked at you. It started to shift from politeness and kindness to fondness and love. But he never verbally admitted it because he knew what would happen.

You just had to give him a little push.

“Hannie,” you said as you sat beside him on a park bench, looking out onto the lake as the sun set over the water.

He smiled as he turned his head to look at you, “Hmm?”

“I love you,” you sang with the cutest smile you could put on.

Jeonghan frowned at you like a father scolding his child, “_____, you know what I told you about that.”

“I know but,” you pouted, letting a soft huff fall from your lips before you continued, “I just...want to be with you…”

You could tell that took Jeonghan off guard from the way his breath caught in his throat, and he looked at you with wide, surprised eyes. That was when you knew you’d gotten him.

He wanted to just confess to you then and there. In that moment, he suddenly didn’t care about any rules. He only cared about you and what he could do to be with you.

But then he remembered what he was, and what would happen to him. He came to his senses and backtracked -- at least a little. He couldn’t do that, even though he wanted to. But it didn’t matter what he wanted, and it hurt to know he couldn’t do anything about it.

“Y-you…” his voice trailed off as he stared into your eyes, trying to tell if you were serious. “Really?”

You nodded, taking his hand closest to you in both of yours, “Absolutely. Nobody’s ever told you that?”

“Nobody’s been in love with me,” he laughed lightly.

Which maybe had something to do with why he was so wrapped around your finger. He’d never had anybody who would treat him the way you did or who told him they wanted to be with him. You made him feel like he never had before, and part of him didn’t want to pass that up. Actually, most of him didn’t, but he tried to push those thoughts to the back of his mind.

But he could only suppress them for so long…

He fought with himself for weeks after that. The battle of loving you and being okay with that decision, but then regretting it and scolding himself and telling himself he shouldn’t. It was against the rules to love you. He’d lose everything if he loved you.

But if he let himself love you, what would he gain? He’d gain you, and wouldn’t that be enough? Having you by his side? You’d be there for him when he got thrown to earth, and you’d help him through adjusting to is new life. And honestly...that sounded really good to him.

So he confessed. Loud and clear.

“I love _____.”

Those three words were enough to summon the trial that everybody knew he would lose. The trial was more like a ‘ceremony’ to get his angel status taken away from him, where all the angels would have to witness it. How Jeonghan was forced down on his knees as his perfectly white wings were ripped from the muscles in his back with a sickening sound. How Jeonghan cried out in pain as blood dripped down his bare back and stained the perfect marble beneath him. And finally, how he was dragged away to be dropped down to earth, where he would become a fallen angel and be all alone.

But as he fell, he thought of you. He thought of the future you’d have together, and how he’d always have you by his side. And that comforted him despite the tears in his eyes, and the immense burning sting he felt in his back. Yes, at least he’d have you.

His eyes slowly opened as the pain started to get to him. He’d landed on his back, so a bunch of things from the forest floor had gotten into his wounds, causing even more discomfort. He hissed and softly groaned at the pain as he blinked to clear his vision.

But everything seemed to feel better when he saw you above him.

“_____…” his voice was soft and hoarse as he shakily reached a hand up to your cheek.

You suddenly gripped his hand, squeezing with a force that had him shouting in pain and trying to yank his hand away. You let go of him to stand up from where you were knelt beside him, holding out that same hand and elevating him into the air. Jeonghan let out a gasp that turned into a cry of pain as the weight on his wounds shifted.

Like this, he could now fully see you. Your palm was out to him, holding him up without even touching him. He didn’t understand how you could do that until he finally looked into your eyes. They were completely black.

The demon.

You smirked, “The look on your face tells me you’ve heard of me, Hannie.”

“Y-you-- But I-I thought--” he stammered, unable to get his jumbled thoughts together to even say anything.

“None of it was real, baby,” you chuckled, shaking your head at how wide-eyed and innocent he looked. The absolutely lost expression made you feel something close to joy. “You fell right into my little trap. Another fallen angel to add to the long, long list of them that fell because of me. Congrats.”

“B-but… _____, I-I gave all of that up for you,” he begged in a whimper. “You said… I thought--”

“I say a lot of things to a lot of people,” you nodded. “Never mean any of it, though. But hey, the past year was all really worth it for me. Good luck figuring shit out on your own.”

Your dropped him to the ground as you disappeared into black smoke, Jeonghan letting out a cry as he hit the dead leaves and twigs. The tears that built up in his eyes finally streamed down his face, feeling a mix of confusion and fear and regret. He was a silly, naive angel that had fallen for the trick he’d heard about so many times. He let himself fall in love when he wasn’t supposed to, and the sad thing was that he still loved you even now that you’d left him alone, bleeding and in pain in the middle of a forest at night.

But he absolutely regretted it. All of it.

Moving onto a new target was easy. You had all but forgotten about Jeonghan after that night, and you didn’t worry about where he was now or what happened to him. It wasn’t your concern or your business.

The current angel you’d been trying to fall into your little trap was away for who knows how long, so you decided to hang out at some dive bar in a city to see if you could mess with any humans just to keep yourself occupied. But after getting hit on relentlessly and causing an ‘accidental’ impaling of somebody in the hand with a pool stick, you decided to head out of the bar and walk a few blocks to a secluded alley just to make sure you could disappear without being noticed.

You walked down to the alley you’d appeared in and walked passed the dumpster just to make sure you’d be in the shadows. But as soon as your foot stepped passed the dumpster, you were yanked to the side and thrown up against a wall. Your back hit bricks, knocking the wind out of you. A hand pushed up against your neck, and you could clearly see Jeonghan’s familiar face looking back at you -- glaring more like it.

You hadn’t thought about Jeonghan for months, but he had definitely thought of you. Every. Single. Day.

He looked a lot different. His beautiful blonde hair was now dyed midnight black, matching his large wings that you could see clearly standing out behind him from his back. His crystal blue eyes had turned a dark color, but they looked pitch black in the shadows. His angelic features were hardened now as he looked at you, his jaw clenched as his fingers tightened around your neck.

You smirked, “Well, well, well. Long time, no see, Hannie.”

He pulled you away from the wall effortlessly before slamming you back against the wall. The force was so great that it even cracked it a little bit, and you let out a huff.

“Okay, okay,” you chuckled, feeling a little bit of almost fear of him. None of the angels that had fallen had ever found you again, and you weren’t 100% sure of the strength of a fallen angel. “I get you’re mad or whatever, but really? Stalking me? To do what, exactly? Give me a stern talking to in an alley?”

Jeonghan flung you to the opposite side of the alley, your body crashing into the corner of the large dumpster. You cried out in pain as you landed on the ground, your side that had hit the corner throbbing in pain.

Apparently, he had more strength than you anticipated.

He stalked toward you, and you lifted your hand to keep him away. But he quickly stepped forward, his boot-clad foot stomping down on your hand and crushing it into the pavement. You cried as you heard a sickening crunch, screaming from the pain.

“For a long time, I regretted ever falling in love with you,” he began, his beautiful, melodic voice now hard and almost gravely. It sent shivers down your spine.

He crouched down, his foot still on your hand as he gripped your chin and forced you to look at him. He felt pride seeing your own eyes wide in fear, mirroring how he must’ve looked that night in the forest when he fell. His smirked looked like yours when he saw the tears running down your cheeks from the pain you were in.

The roles were reversed, and he loved it.

“I have to admit,” he said, tilting his head slightly to one side as he stroked your skin with his thumb, “I’m still not quite over you… Maybe I’ll keep you for myself instead…”

As he mused his options, you tried to reason with him. You knew he had the upper hand, and you’d never been in a situation like that before. You’d never not been the stronger one. You’d never been the one that was full of confusion and fear.

As you babbled nonsense to get Jeonghan to spare you or whatever your mouth was spewing, Jeonghan just laughed and moved his hand from your jaw to your hair, gripping it roughly and tugging so you’d look directly up at him. He could see his reflection in your black eyes, and seeing how he finally had the power over you made him feel something he couldn’t describe. It was close to joy.

“I’m sure a lot of fallen angels have been in my place. They must’ve all regretted falling for you,” he mused. “For once, I’m going to make you regret ever fucking with me.”

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btsandvmin · 4 years

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Do you think the songs lie and stigma are related ? If we read the lyrics translation wow it seems like that to me like they have so many similarities! it seems like jimin is talking about him being hurt by someone and stigma is about v talking about someone he's hurting but he's hurt too at the same time. They both wrote their own song. Also it could be about their sexuality. Jimin said on the vlive comeback show it's about conflicts dues to lies and temptation and pt1

pt2 v didn't said what he was about but the title and the lyrics are quite something. Also in that period they were very close he could be about jimin cheering up v because of his lost but something else too at the same time. Can you do a analysis about those songs and what you think of if you want and have the time?

I mean I suspect they could be connected in some form, especially since so many of their other songs seem to be. And as you say the lyrics seem to match and almost be responses to each other even. The two songs were one of the first things I noticed in regards to Vmin that went beyond just shipping them and finding them cute. Both of them also seemed quite private when talking about the songs and I definitely think there is a lot hidden underneath the lyrics they haven’t explained. It’s just difficult to know what, even if we can speculate.

Maybe you’ve missed it, but I have actually written about Stigma and Lie two times before. In my very first (and quite outdated) song analysis Vmin - The Sun, the Moon & The whole universe back in 2017 I talked about the songs briefly. Both how they could possibly match and also how they seemed to fit with possibly being about the struggle of being LGBT+. This was way before we learned about the Jungian theories that BTS are using and even their concept of Fake Love and Love Yourself. Both themes also fit well for Stigma and Lie and the songs could be interpreted as how the boys felt showing their personas were like lying.

Then I talked about it again later and more properly in my post Vmin - Scenery, Promise and song connections. In it I go through all Vmin songs up until Scenery and Promise and how they could possibly show several types of connections between Vmin’s songs. Spoiler, but there are a lot!

Even back in 2017 I felt it was possible that Vmin’s songs were about each other in different ways. And since then it just seems to get more and more likely for every song they make. Especially for Tae, and this time for “Friends” I was even able to predict a few of the themes in the song because they love to use them so much.

But while we have a lot now, we did not back then, and I am still not sure Lie and Stigma are related. But here is a little piece about Lie and Stigma specifically from my first post about it:

First, there is “Lie” in which Jimin begs for someone to save him.

Whatever it takes, save me, meSave the me who’s being punished

Then there is Stigma, which has possibly matching lyrics. Where Taehyung speaks of another person being punished in his stead, or because of him.

Deeper, it’s just the heart that hurts every day(You) who was punished in my stead,You who were only delicate and fragile

There is also this line:

Even if (I try to) hide it, or conceal it, it can’t be erased.

Which of course also matches Jimin being caught in a lie, as they both have to pretend and hide what they really feel. Here they both hate the situation they are in, and Taehyung goes as far as to apologize for it. He also mentions being called a sinner. Both of the songs can easily be seen as reflecting the hardships of not being straight. Especially considering that Taehyung’s song is called “Stigma”.

So yes, even then I saw it as a possibility and of course I still do now, even more so now becuse it’s not just two songs anymore.

Because then it just kept on coming, and when Singularity and Serendipity seemed to match I also wrote Taehyung and Jimin - Yin and Yang which focused on their portrayals in the HER and TEAR albums.

And of course with Scenary and Promise I kind of made a more updated full version where I went through all their songs and other relevant connections between Vmin’s song up until then.

After that because the connections have (in my opinion) gotten bigger and more obvious I have added on posts about Winter Bear and Friends specifically as well. So you can probably tell that song analysis is basically one of the things I have written the most about on this blog, and for good reason. There are a lot of interesting things to find about Vmin in regards to their songs.

I am considering making an updated version with the main points for all the songs, but maybe long posts isn’t that good? I’m feeling people don’t like it when there is too much text... So maybe it’s better if I make one analysis per song? But then people kind of miss the scale of it all, because to me it’s the amount of connections between all songs that makes them being on purpose more likely.

I could also go into analysing BTS songs and concepts in general because a lot of them fit together with stuff from Vmin’s songs as well, like the theme of temptation. For example with Jimin basically showing the “Fall of man” as he sings about “smooth like a snake” in Lie and has been shown giving in to temptation and eating the apple of knowledge in both the short film for Lie as well as in Blood Sweat and Tears Japanese version.

Yoongi literally tries to protect and blind Jimin to shield him from temptation, but Jimin is stuck and tied to the door through which Tae went, which indicates Tae could be a form of temptation in the form of the fallen angel or Icarus wings.

We even have a small hint that the temptation could be the love of a man, as seen in Jin kissing the statue that represents Tae. But of course these things aren’t limited to only Vmin.

Anyways, this is getting out of hand.... So I’ll stop here.

There are many speculations I could make and maybe I should do a post specifically about Lie and Stigma, but for now since there are so many topics to cover I’ll probably focus on other things first.

I hope you enjoyed reading and sorry for not making more of an analysis now even though it is an interesting topic. I am saving your second ask to remind myself I didn’t answer all of it... Sorry!

Thanks for the ask! And if any of you are curious about my analysis you can always check out my BTSandVMIN: Masterpost to see if there is something that sounds interesting.

#vmin #taehyung #jimin #vmin analysis #bts song analysis #jimin lie #taehyung stigma #bts lie #bts stigma #my post #btsandvmin #Btsandvmin ask #Btsandvmin answer #Blood Sweat and Tears #vmin blood sweat and tears

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Love Games

Up next on Desperate Alts’ Lives... Horde B celebrity Trixany Cuomo has finally pulled the lever to A-status, and now it’s like she’s fallen down into a black rabbit hole of gossip and dangerous glam, chasing her dreams. Is this it? Has Trix finally gone too far? One of her friends must be able to save her, but which are the right friends? Haris Pilton? Sig Nicious? Her Night Elf buddy Sharpen? Hopeless causes tend to want dark angels...

Jet black. Haris Pilton thought her once rival in all things, business, modeling, performing, climbing the Silvermoon City social ladder—Trixany Cuomo, soon to be Mrs. Sig Nicious—that Trixany would go with red for her own gossip closet. A cheery, and also dangerous color. But when they were done looking through Haris’s swatches months ago, under their new starlette truce of course, Trixany wanted her gossip closet in complete, knockout black.

Today, Trixany’s hand was on the lever, she just hadn’t pulled it yet this morning. First, she needed to gather all her targets. Haris’ pink knob was honestly so… odd. But Trixany chose a literal disco stick that reminded her of one of her favorite performers of all time. The part at the top was a classic disco ball with large tiles of glossy silver. The effect was going to take over the whole room whenever she was ready to ‘pull the lever!’ The first time she’d done it at Haris’ place was so fun, it was addicting. Yes, so wonderfully addicting.

Trixany crossed legs in her matching leather catsuit. The worker Gnomes with jumpsuits also piped in silver along the smart curves of their bodies? Still asleep. Trixany liked to get up before even they did.

She sat alone inside of the shell at the center of the room. Well, it was raised up for now, or else she wouldn’t be able to see or hear anything. The noise-cancelling, black ASMR shell-that-was-totally-not-like-any-other-famous-villain’s-personal-sanctuary-globe-thing-for-legal-reasons had its uses, just not right now. STNLAOFVPSGTLR or Stan’s Laff Vapors Get’er was a fascinating piece of technology engineered for relaxing starlettes exclusively. So it was perfect for a certain Horde B celebrity. Gotta love quirky Gnomish technology. The laugh vapors weren’t working so at the moment. They were also supposed to help her forget her stressors. Running low… White steam raised from the top of the shell and escaped through the gear-like teeth around the edges, wafting to the ceiling.

Gnomish technology to make you think, ten times, twenty times faster. Consider your options and get maybe twelve moves ahead of your opponent before they’re even out of bed, or grabbed their champagne brunch around 2 pm server… It was like farming for rares, from home, fast, and on felweed! But it was your frenemies you were felling.

Anyway…

The black control screens all around flickered with silent pictures of Trixany wannabes with their rip-off looks or performances, rival divas secretly being watched while they slept—and before you judge, Trixany felt justified; some of them were up in their own gossip closet war rooms, scheming against her even at this hour—and if you’re a true Team Trixany fan, then you also know about the runway fashion show footage Trixany had been streaming all week. All were designs from the newly launched, joint Haris-Trix fashion line. Haris had backed it financially, Trixany had endorsed it, done the leg work promoting and wearing some of the showstoppers. They had been raking in the gold over it until recently. Both their fandoms, for once, were united on the fashion line. Well, not all of the screens were filled with saucy models on catwalks. Trixany was also observing how each new outfit was being received in the market as it was launched, while simultaneously keeping an eye—with her special lace-lensed fashion goggles—for any rip-offs. New clothing that ripped off her rip-offs, if Trixany was every forced to be very honest about how she and Haris got all the designs—but that intel would only get forced out, by Goblin lawyers tougher than her own, in some inter-factional Azeroth court of law. Technically, they weren’t stealing other people’s ideas unless they got caught…

“I can’t stand this…”

Trixanys thoughts were moving more rapidly than she could speak them or even keep track of on her own. Inside the white-hot shell, little electronic flickerings along a web of wires and lights carried them away instantly, recorded them. The rest of the room was dark, so dark… But inside, Trixany was alone with her thoughts. Just merely thinking that she might sue someone for stealing her brand was stored in a databank the moment it occurred to her. A list of commands that would be sent to the ends of Azeroth to the Goblin lawyers, Horde or Alliance pop icons. (Don’t let them tell you Thrall doesn’t consider himself a Horde A celebrity… his gossip closet was rumored to be done over in the hides of his slain enemies, where no one could see of course.) And of course there were a clutch of thugs ready to ‘handle’ anyone normal out there without real connections. Quick, dirty, cheap.

That was the last bit of advice Trixany grudgingly took from Haris Pilton before she mastered the art of ‘gossip watching’ for herself. Before the student became the master. Now, on Screen Five, Trixany observed Haris in her bubblegum pink dressing robes having tea with her breakfast. Actually Haris had been doing that, and elegantly, for a while. A stray thought wondered if Haris had somehow found out about Trixany’s global network of hidden scrying orbs and had set up video loop clips at certain parts of the day when she didn’t want to be observed. And they were supposed to be the best of business partners…

A new, bright white bead of light raced around inside the shell and disappeared behind Trixany’s black chair. Screen Ninety-Eight suddenly flickered on and pulled up a list. White text against a lovely, rich dark screen. The words ‘Check up on Haris, the brat…’ already printing on a new line.

On mornings like this one, Trixany felt more Gnomish tech than woman. Sunlight… what a nice memory. Though they said something odd with the Scourge was going on outside these days. Maybe that was the real reason profits from their fashion line were slowing down? Who knew?

Trixany was a Blood Knight, had the skills of any paladin, she should have a lot of work to do with the Knights of the Blood Nexus, shouldn’t she? Shouldn’t Lady Liadrin call on her then? And beyond that, when was the last time she’d gone for a stroll—well, without Silvermoon paparazzi around her and Sig. And Sig? Sig Nicious, her fiancée… he kept postponing their wedding.

“You’re my butterfly, but it’s taking you ages to come out of your cocoon, do you understand? You’re not ontop of this celebrity stuff, Trix. I love you, but you’re just not there yet. You and Haris Pilton are friends now, why don’t you ask her for more advice? We need this to be a marriage of equals.”

Then Trixany’s own voice, it felt more like it haunted her above the constant jealous, scheming thoughts, it resurfaced. “No. I can’t do this…”

Trixany inhaled deeply of the white vapors, shut her eyes, shut off her deeper consciousness. Just a few more hours of this and she would finally be caught up with everyone else. Maybe ahead.

Caught up… Didn’t she used to like running, catching up with friends on long sunny walks? That time Sharpen took her to Highmountain, hiking so far her calves felt they would burn from sun and walking, she swore to him that they would, but he was too far ahead to hear her. Hear her catching up, catching her breath… that adorable fool.

A Night Elf man was suddenly there in her mind. Sharpen had carefully braided hair, long braids that fell over his broad shoulders. First in green, then in bright blue—he was wearing a “CYANS HAVE MORE FUN” t-shirt in one of her memories—and at last, his hair washed to a rich pink in her mind. Trixany knew all the shades Sharpen was trying these days, she’d kept track of them all, knew the brand, the shade, how many were left in stock…

Screen Fifty-Two flickered on, white lines over a dark surface, suddenly filling with numbers and a silent white web of locations united by lines on a map as a simple display of Alliance lands started to slide by. Trixany had wanted to know what her Night Elf friend’s new hair color would be, just a whim—but the gossip closet was already running the numbers, making a mathematical projection. Based on the number of colors left in the shops Sharpen frequented, the price point he usually aimed for, the favorite colors he was usually wearing.

“Forecast… 90 percent…Black.”

“Black? Really? Sharpen’s such an upbeat guy.”

Trixany hated knowing that. It depressed her. So her friend, who never had much money, who was just curious enough to try new things, not that he’d do it for a living and consult someone like she would… Sharpen was going to run into a wall soon with all the other options he’d tried, because cyan was his preferred shade of all the blues, and he’d already gone with the closest shade of pink-red her liked on his spectrum, and going back to green was too close to his natural color… The machine was printing all this detail as part of its proof… So he would feel bold—think himself just as bold as when he chose pink--and settle on black to surprise his friends. Black like her gossip closet. Black like… some big, empty hole. Trixany could no longer think it through. So she already knew what he was going to do? No surprises, no spontaneity? No reason to talk to him. She no longer had to see him to know what he was doing. It wasn’t required. He was a blip on a screen. And when was the last time she’d spoken to Sharpen, the real Sharpen?

What had he told her? Something silly about animals. Her eye twitched, she curled a fist as she remembered it. “Spiders aren’t supposed to be caught in their own webs, Trix. All these morsels you’ve ever wanted… they’re right there around you. Fixed in your web, you can have them all. But you’re still not happy. Shouldn’t you know why not? Can’t you tell? The old you would have just handled it, she doesn’t—or didn’t take anyone’s crap, whether from some monster down in a dungeon or… the well-dressed blonde bombshell kind.”

“Wait, do you mean Haris Pilton or Siggy?”

Sharpen shook his head at her, “Who are you, anymore?”

And what had she said in response to that? Sig was away from the dinner table at the moment, taking a call on his comm. “I don’t eat bugs, Sharpen.”

“No, but you do like to slay things. You like to find targets and take them out. Fix things for yourself and people, for the world, hell—for the Horde, however you think that still helps thew world. You have a sense of justice, or you did. You like to sit down after a battle, smile at how you’ve helped. But now you just look miserable. You even look unwell—”

“MAYBE BECAUSE I DON’T EAT BUGS LIKE SOME STUPID NIGHT ELF!”

Sharpen and Trixany hadn’t spoken to each other since. It was a bad, tragic gaffe to make at a busy, high-tone Dalaran restaurant. It was like… it built up and built up from… she didn’t know where. And then, like a volcano, the stupid, stupid senseless things she said just exploded out of her. Violent in its own way. It blew a hole clear through a friendship.

Trixany rubbed at the bridge of her nose. That time she and Sig took Sharpen out to dinner in Dalaran… Because Trixany had missed him. Because Trixany had hopped on a motorcycle and blown out of her own engagement party in Silvermoon City, at Sig’s place. Sig’s fancy place with all his perfect friends, all that flawless life. The pressure should have been off, she’d made it. She wasn’t a B-woman. She was A-grade. Like meat. No, an alpha, on top. She was a singer, and he was a singer too. Both of them were good people, actually decent. And he liked her, genuinely. It really felt like the lead singer of the Elite Tauren Chieftans loved her, truly, so why was she so distressed? Why did it feel like she couldn’t get a breath at times…

Trixany inhaled again, breathed deeply a few more times though it felt like she was panicking. “Why! Why is this happening to me?”

This was all she ever wanted, just like Sharpen had said. But it felt like things were hooked into her instead. Bleeding her dry. Trixany always assumed she would feel… filled up.

Filled up with things.

Things.

About forty models of all races, Orc, Goblin, Forsaken, Draenei, Gnomes, women and men of all races strutted in time across her control screens. Surely, they all had different music at their particular fashion shows. But fashion models all seemed to have the same unnerved strut. Now she saw it. They were all terrified of falling, of looking stupid. But they were charging through it while ignoring themselves. Completely disregarding their own fears, that they were hungry or tired, tired of all of it. Or, even if they loved what they did, it didn’t show in their faces nor their movements.

Maybe later. When it was all off, they could be themselves and just smile. Nobody smiled that they liked it while on stage in front of everyone, selling what was on their bodies. First rule of modeling. Since she got her start… in Goblin Gentleman’s Magazine of all places, that was always the rule. She would know. It’s not about you. It’s about what’s on you. Not what’s in you.

Never in.

“What if I’m just a pig inside?” Trixany frowned. “Scrying orb, play Gaga—”

The intercom interrupted what she was saying. A metallic sort of gnome’s voice said, “Visitor for Miss Cuomo.” Trixany hadn’t the heart to change her name over to Mrs. Nicious yet, when things honestly weren’t going well in that area of her life. He kept calling her his ‘butterfly’ yet she was still being treated like some slimy bug stuck in its pod… cocoon thing.

“What level?”

“Popularity level three—”

“Oh, well then I don’t have the time.”

“Security level 50. Guest is Coco Cuomo.”

Her step-sister. Well what did Coco want? She rarely visited. “Let her in. And I still want you to play Gaga. Play Swine.”

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As soon as the door slid open and the short green Goblin calling herself Coco Cuomo looked up and heard her new theme music, she frowned.

“Yeah, I know who’s a swine alright.” The little lime-colored Goblin girl smirked at her Blood Elf sister. Trixany stuck out her tongue.

“Um, can you at least turn down Gaga squealing out that ‘I’m so disgusting’ down a smidge? I came with some important business, you know.”

“Well, I should have assumed it would be about that. More Kaja-Cola crap? I thought I made it clear I was done with them--”

“Yeah right, when they were the ones who fired you? And who are yous, hangin’ out in hea like Darth Vader himself? Mrs. Hot-shot Sig Nicious herself, I see.”

“It’s not technically named for him so I can’t get sued—”

“Enough of this nonsense!” Coco threw her hands up. “This is exactly why I’m hea, you’re totally obsessed! When is your wedding even? Unless you’re really that low ya gonna invite the whole family and not me.”

Trixany snapped her sass-mouth shut, for now. “Sig and I are doing our best to make this… adjustment. I’m not used to being so famous.”

Coco just stared at her Blood Elf step-sister for a while.

“Swiiiiiiiine! Swiiiiiiiiiiiine!” The music started to rev up as if something was about to explode in that black gossip chamber Trixany had sealed herself in, like an enchanted tomb.

“Paint her face and, paint his face and, be a swine for… just the weekend!”

Coco erupted with new emotion, “People are dyin’ out thea, Trixany! And you’re in here plotting some… starlette’s destruction? I been trying and callin and sendin’ messenger pigeons up here for a week almost, so finally I had to come myself. I thought somethin’ real bad happened to you, all I wanted was to get you to hand over the damn Kaja-Cola Fiesta Lime contract for a damn good cause, I don’t care if you fell out with the Kaja-Cola Girls. I need your surplus stash a’ cans!”

Trixany just blinked at her. Three screens over Coco’s head started running a program, but kept coming up with repeating blank lines.

“Trixany, you really haven’t heard? You’ve truly been ignorin’ all the sufferin! We’re trying to FEED thirsty people on the front lines against the Scourge!”

“Oh. Well… I had heard whispers of that trending.”

“Trending? You’re supposed to be a PALADIN! Scourge slayer by birth or something. But you’re out here ruinin’ lives of the uppercrust like there ain’t a bottom to the pie—what’s happened to my sista! What is WRONG with you?”

“…You can’t feed thirsty people?”

“But I can bust up a thirsty trick!” Coco brandished an arclight spanner at Trixany.

“What did you just call me?? And how did you come in here armed?”

Now Coco was screaming it, “I don’t have a sista anymore. I can’t take it, I can’t stand it! You’re goin ta the Shadowlands to help with the fight, if I gotta killa ya and send you there myself! Then, Coco charged Trixany’s villainess globe, making her wild Kezani warcry.

“Yer just a pig inside a Blood Elf body! Time for you to squeal out!!”

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[Good Omens] Winging It - Genesis 4:9

Summary: Shockingly, attempting to destroy an angel without consulting God first comes with consequences. There is more than one way to fall, and a thousand more ways to inconvenience an angel and a demon who just wanted to be left in peace. Characters: Gabriel, Crowley, Aziraphale, Beelzebub, Michael, Uriel, Sandalphon Rating: T

Prologue and all chapters are tagged as ‘winging it’ on my blog.

A/N: Uncomfortable realization time? Uncomfortable realization time. But at least this supernatural version of Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego is drawing to a close.

***

For a time after the War, Gabriel - as well as everyone else, apparently - failed to truly realize what was happening.

Part of the reason, he supposed, was that they were all busier than they’d ever been. The war had been exhausting but, once it was over - the rebels cast down, out of paradise, away from God - they had very little time to rest. There was so much to do, so much to fix: entire galaxies had been turned to dust as the War raged on, and the Heavenly host had been reduced by half.

Which translated to a lot of work… and very little desire to think of what had become of the other half of them, for a lot of excellent reasons.

Anger was one, of course. How dare they turn against God, against them? How dare they believe they were above their creator, and throw everything in such chaos? They deserved their punishment, certainly, and they shouldn't waste time thinking of them.

Another reason was pain. Few of them would acknowledge it - surely they were not supposed to grieve the loss of traitors - but it was there, a constant ache previously unknown, worse even than the sting of betrayal. They had lost half their brethren, after all, corrupted beyond salvation, they who’d never known loss before. They weren’t meant to know loss, not built to withstand it.

But the busier they kept themselves the less they thought of the Fallen, and the less they thought of the Fallen the easier it became to bear. So they chose, collectively, not to think of them at all.

Until the day Gabriel tried to, and found that he could not. Names, faces and ranks he’d known as well as his own were beyond his grasp, or at least the vast majority of them. There was a name he could recall, a name he clung to.

Ba’al.

He didn’t remember their face, nor their rank, or much of anything about them at all, and yet the last scraps of a memory remained, lingering stubbornly-- Ba’al was stubborn, too -- and refusing to fade away.

Part of him wanted to hold onto those memories, of course; try to remember the Ba’al he’d known and cared for, before he was lost along with countless others. Only that it was a small part of him, somewhere behind his left knee, while the rest was desperate to be rid of them.

“I tried to warn you.”

“Join our cause.”

“Abandon this folly!”

"Next time you cross my path, I shall take you down."

Certainly, if the memories were fading it had to be God’s will, and he had no reason no intention to defy it. So he let it happen, allowing himself relief before he carried on with his duties, determined as ever to serve God and the Great Plan. They knew there had been a War, of course; they had vague recollections of the fight, clear memories of the victory.

As time passed, they learned to know their adversaries - the demons the Fallen had become, not the same beings anymore - and it was easy, so very easy, to see them as the enemies and nothing more.

Knowledge of the fact they had once been part of them meant little, with no real memory of it; no angel regretted forgetting them, or at least none of them said as much aloud.

In Heaven, many things go unsaid.

***

“Archangel Gabriel asked you to find Alison.”

“Yes. He did personally request we seek your sister, and as it is proving more difficult than expected we would appreciate your cooperation--”

“Archangel fucking Gabriel.”

That, Uriel thought, was the reason why no high-ranking angel had ever willingly taken on duties in the lower spheres of Heaven, where good mortals resided after death. Dead or not, virtuous or not, they were still humans. And humans could be… unnecessarily crude.

“Such language is entirely uncalled for in Heaven, and I’d appreciate you minding it,” she said. Had she remembered that Gabriel had referred to himself precisely that way not too long ago, she might have thought otherwise… but she did not, in fact, remember that.

The formerly-mortal, now eternal soul Daniel Brown didn’t even seem to hear her: he just rubbed his face and turned to look, wide-eyed, at the woman beside him. His wife - Liv, he called her. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered.

Uriel frowned. “There is no need to involve him. As I was saying--”

“It was really the Archangel Gabriel! The guy from the Bible! And-- shit, that song-- Sting-- he got all weird listening to it, I didn’t-- I had no idea--!”

Having been dead and in Heaven for several years now, said wife seemed less surprised by the notion of an Archangel walking on Earth with a dislike for Sting. She patted his shoulder.

“I heard you, darling. Mind your pressure.”

“Liv, we’re dead. I just-- I thought he was just fucking around!”

“Mr. Brown!” Uriel protested. “Archangels - even former ones - do not… do that,” she muttered, despite not actually remembering whether or not Gabriel did have the habit to, quote, fuck around. She would just assume he did not, as it would be beneath his status.

Since when was it normal for a human soul to speak like that in front of an angel, anyway? Uriel’s experience in dealing with humans was rather limited - on top of her mind she had told a fellow named Noah that rain was coming, and checked Egypt’s doors for lamb blood on one more memorable occasion - but she was rather sure they used to be more polite than… that.

“How did he even-- how do you become a former Archangel?”

“... His employment was terminated.”

“Ah. All right, that’s… pretty much what he said. That he was cast down - I thought he meant he’d been sacked, you know, walked out with his stuff in a cardboard box or something.”

Was Gabriel given a cardboard box prior to being cast out? Uriel didn’t quite remember, so she decided not to remark on that. “Well, either way, what I am here to talk about is your--”

“I thought he was just drunk. I mean, he was, but what he said - off with his wings - was… real?”

It was, of course. Uriel knew Gabriel’s wings had been torn off by Michael while she and Sandalphon held him down, but only because they had written it down and talked about it. She had no memory of the event itself. “I am afraid this is a metter I cannot discuss. Now--”

“Why cast him out?” Daniel Brown asked, refusing to drop the matter. “What did he even do?”

Nothing we did not do as well, Uriel thought, but did not answer. In the back of her mind, a tiny voice murmured that maybe he had done something to deserve it - he must have done something to deserve it. It was the only thing that made sense. They had just… forgotten it.

“... What he did or did not do is not for me to discuss, much less with you,” she finally said, and straightened herself. “Now, Mr. Brown, about your sister…”

***

“... So you couldn’t find anything.”

“Unfortunately not, but we’re not giving up just yet. We will find out where she is. Uriel went to speak with the mortal, to see if he can tell her anything of use.”

Michael’s voice was collected, perfectly professional. Sitting across the table with a mug of hot coffee in his hands - he’d almost offered Michael some, before remembering that with one notable exception angels did not, in fact, consume human food or drinks - Gabriel nodded.

“I see. How… how is he?” he asked, gaining himself a slightly confused look.

“Well, I have not met him, but-- he’s in Heaven. Certainly he’s doing well.”

Ah, of course. How could anyone possibly be in Heaven and not be doing well? Beyond its gates, there was everything a soul could possibly ask for… but maybe not everyone. Their loved ones may be in Hell, or… wherever in creation Alison Brown even was.

Is it really paradise if those you care about are missing? He’d never wondered such a thing until now, and suddenly he found he couldn’t stop thinking about it. “He had a wife,” Gabriel found himself saying, looking up. Seeing Michael made the scars on his back ache, but his hands were not shaking anymore and his voice was firm. “She died some ten years ago. Is she there?”

To his relief, Michael nodded. “Yes, I did see that on his papers. He has been reunited with her.”

“Ah. That’s-- good. He missed her a lot.” It should have been enough, knowing he was well, but somehow it was not. He was well, yes, but he was not there. Gabriel had never known an absence could take up so much space, and make it so empty.

There was a silence, a bit too long not to be awkward. Gabriel focused on Michael’s face, on the way she avoided his gaze as she busied herself with her notes on the case. It was almost eerie; Michael had never before, since the very beginning of everything, averted her gaze from anyone but God. As far as he could remember, at least: there were holes, of course, where memories relating to any of the Fallen had simply… gone.

Why did we forget the Fallen? Why am I recalling things now that I could not before?

The thought was sudden, and it caused Gabriel to frown. Something else whispered in the back of his mind, a voice that had spoken to him in his dreams and which, he suspected, belonged to a certain Prince of Hell.

They will forget you. Maybe they already did. They have all forgotten you. Forget them, too.

“... Gabriel? Is something the matter?” Michael’s voice caused Gabriel to recoil. He realized only then he’d been staring for entirely too long, eyes wide and mouth agape, probably looking quite foolish. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to say it was nothing, that she may go.

What actually left him was a question. “How much do you remember about me, Michael?”

It struck a nerve, Gabriel could tell: Michael stiffened, pressed her lips, and was quite a few moments “... I do know who you are,” she replied, and stood. “I ought to go back--”

“But you’re forgetting me, aren’t you?”

Another pause, then a sigh. “We won’t. We have notes about you to-- remind ourselves.”

The notion he was being forgotten about in Heaven hit him hard, but until not too long ago a part of him - the part that every night, as he dreamed, cried and screamed and begged uselessly for his wings not to be torn out - for he would at least have found some relief in the fact those who’d cast him out would have no reason to seek him out ever again.

Now, however, there was no relief to mitigate the hurt but rather something else - confusion and something warm in his chest that he dared not name. “Notes to remind yourselves?”

A nod. “So that we don’t entirely forget you.”

“... Why?”

“No one knows. We forgot the Fallen, of course, but this is different. You are no demon, and--”

“No, I mean-- why fight it?” Gabriel cut her off. “If it’s divine will that you forget the Fallen--”

“You are not Fallen, Gabriel,” Michael cut him off right back, frowning. “You were--”

“Cast out,” he cut her off, again. “Some difference.”

“We refuse to forget you.”

“If God wills it--”

“We don’t know if God wills it,” Michael retorted, cutting him off again. It was turning into a habit.

“Everything happens because God wills it,” Gabriel replied, but his voice lacked conviction. Something whispered in his mind that perhaps - just perhaps - forgetting the fallen had less to do with God’s will and more to do with their need to take the path of least resistance, to allow themselves no doubts or regrets that might weaken their faith in God’s plan.

Aziraphale had been no exception then, but he was now. Aziraphale, who had defied the Great Plan. Who had strayed from the path, allowed himself doubt, and… remembered him well.

“Gone native,” they had muttered. More human than celestial, trading a world of easy order and certainty with chaos, second-guessing, twisted paths shrouded in mist.

“How will I know I’m doing the right things?”

“You won’t,” Metatron had said.

“You figure it out, Gabe,” the demon Crowley had sneered. “It’s the gift of free will.”

A long breath, and Gabriel stood, looking at Michael in the eye. “Was it hard?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “Carrying out the order to cast me out.”

She avoided his gaze. “... The hardest thing I ever had to do. It haunts me. Haunts all of us.”

“You cast out many of the rebels.”

“That was different. They rebelled - you were one of us.”

“... They were part of us, too.”

“They rebelled. You were punished for something we all took part to,” Michael almost snapped, finally looking back at him again. “You were trying to do the right thing.”

“Good intentions. What was it that paves the road to Hell again?”

A scowl. “This is ridiculous. I know you’re nothing like the Fallen we--”

“How would you? You don’t remember what they were like. None of us did. It was easier not to.”

Is it really paradise if those you care about are missing?

You can’t miss someone you don’t remember.

“What…?”

“Could you - or Uriel, or Sandalphon or anyone else - carry on with your duties as easily if you thought of the enemy the way you think of me?”

For several moments, Michael stared. Then she spoke slowly, as though letting the words sink in as she uttered them. “... You don’t think it was God to will us to forget,” she said. “You think it was our own doing. Then with the Fallen, and now with you.”

Gabriel nodded. “The path of least resistance. No reason to doubt. Nothing to regret.”

Michael slowly sat. She looked… lost. That was new. “I can’t be. We don’t want to forget you.”

“... I know. But old habits are hard to die,” Gabriel replied, and managed a smile, sitting as well. His hands went back to the cooling mug of coffee. “Believe me, I found out the hard way.”

***

It wasn’t often that Beelzebub, Prince of Hell and Lord of the Flies, asked to view the file of a mortal. It was even more unusual when said mortal was already deceased and in Heaven; the few times it had happened, it had been because they believed there was a chance a mistake had been made and that the soul was deserving of Hell.

In very few occasions - Dagon could count them on one hand, and a mutilated one at that - they had even won that argument with the Archangel that wasn’t an angel anymore.

But judging from Beelzebub’s expression as they stared at the file, sprawled on their throne, that probably wouldn’t be the case. They were glaring at it as though they were trying to make it catch fire with the sheer force of will - which happened just now, as the folder burst in flames. The Prince of Hell extinguished them with an impatient wave of their hand and kept reading. The scowl kept deepening.

As the Lord of the Files, Dagon couldn’t stand by and watch a… well, a file risk being destroyed in a fit of anger. “... Perhaps I can help, my Lord. Is there any information you’re looking for?”

“Yes. Anything about this mortal’s sister,” they snapped, turning the pages. “Anything of use.”

“If both our men and Heaven confirmed there is no file to be found about her, then perhaps she really never exist-- huh. My Lord?”

No answer. Lord Beelzebub - Prince of Hell, Lord of the Flies and so forth - had stilled entirely staring at the file, the scowl replaced by a stunned expression that was, in turn, slowly replaced by something else. Comprehension.

“... Lord Beelzebu--” Dagon began, and trailed off with a wince when the Prince of Hell tore off one page and let the rest of the folder fall unceremoniously on the ground. A sudden flare of fire, a cloud of sulphur, and they were gone - leaving yet another scorch mark on their throne and a smoldering pile of ash where the folder containing an accurate list of Daniel Brown’s sins had been only moments earlier.

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"GABRIEL!"

The mug of hot cocoa Gabriel had just picked up - a gift from Aziraphale, that cocoa, and he had to admit it was growing on him as a substitute for the fifth mug of coffee - fell from his hands to shatter on the floor, splattering hot liquid across his bare shins. He yelped, both at the sting and out of surprise, heart jumping somewhere in his throat. A ball of fire suddenly erupting before you while someone bellows your name will do that.

"Jesus Christ!"

"No, it's me-- don't you ever insult me like that again," Beelzebub said, scowling, and slapped something down on the kitchen counter - a piece of parchment burnt at the edges. "I know why we couldn't find the mortal's sister."

Gabriel looked back, stunned, the scowl gone and the sting already in the back of his mind. "You do? How? What did you find out?"

"He never had a sister."

That... made no sense. "Are you sure? Daniel said… but why? Why would he lie--"

"He didn't lie. He just thought he had one."

"... I'm afraid I'm not following. Are you telling me he hallucinated her, or--" Gabriel began, only to trail off when Beelzebub quite literally slapped him with the piece of parchment.

"Shut your mouth and just read this, idiot. Daniel Brown’s sins. Well, the relevant part.”

He did shut his mouth, and he did read. It was indeed a list of sins - a young boy’s sins, small things, irrelevant things - lied to his mother over a broken window, copied his math homework, chased pigeons - up to one that was bolded and underlined, a serious sin for that young age. Gabriel read it, and his eyes widened. He read it again, just to be sure, mouth falling open.

Homophobia, hateful speech and rejection of his brother.

For a few moments, Gabriel stared. He suddenly felt… rather stupid for not thinking of that possibility. It made so much sense, now that the key piece of the puzzle had fallen into place. Daniel had thought he had a sister; what he truly had was a brother who hadn’t stuck around to make him aware of the mix-up.

Daniel never knew. He was looking for someone who only exists in his memories.

“... His name is no longer Alison Brown,” Gabriel muttered, looking up. “That explains everything. But… shouldn’t former names remain on record?”

“Former names, yes. Deadnames, no. Those vanish from the records the second they are abandoned - we have standards, you know,” Beelzebub said, looking slightly offended. “It’s the same in Heaven, I assume? They couldn’t find any records of this Alison, either. We were searching for a mortal woman, after all, while we should have been looking for a man all along.”

“Ah-- right, yes. Yes, it is,” Gabriel said, and looked down again. It had been him, after all, to insist that the forms matched in Heaven and Hell. “All right, this is… this is something.”

“Just something? This changes everything.”

“We still don’t know his name, though, and--”

“The surname might have stayed the same. I shall task Dagon to search the archive for every man born in Plymouth in the time frame you provided whose surname was Brown.”

“... I understand it is a common surname.”

“No matter. We’ll find him, so he can know his stupid brother was sorry, get his stupid closure, go to his stupid funeral if he wants, and you can get your stupid conscience to shut up.”

That seemed… a solid plan, Gabriel supposed, at least on account of being the only possible plan. He smiled. “That would be very kind of yo-- ow!”

“If you know what’s good for you, you will not dare finish that sentence.”

“Right, right. My apologies,” Gabriel muttered, rubbing his arm. “Oww, that hurt.”

“Good,” Beelzebub replied, sitting on the table. “For the record, I am obviously not doing this for free - let alone out of kindness,” they spat out the word like it left a rotten taste in their mouth. “I still expect you to hold your half of the bargain. Speaking of which, was there any progress?”

“I… well… the thing is...”

“I tried to warn you.”

“Join our cause.”

“Abandon this folly!”

You can’t miss someone you don’t remember.

Ah, but would bringing back the memories be the wise thing to do? It was a can of worms Gabriel wasn’t sure he was ready to open, a truth he wasn’t sure he was ready to acknowledge. Would it not be easier to let the sleeping dogs lie? Take the path of least resistance once more, as he’d always done, letting all uncomfortable thoughts sink into oblivion before they could breed doubt in his mind?

Old habits are hard to die.

“... All right, I’ll bite. What’s with the face journey?”

Gabriel recoiled, looking up. Somehow, he’d managed to pretty much forget that the Lord of the Flies just so happened to be sitting on his table. “Huh?”

“You changed expression six times in less than twenty seconds, and each one was dumber than the one before. What’s going on?”

“Ah, er-- nothing. Nothing at all.”

Somehow, Gabriel suspected that was not the most convincing lie he ever told. To be entirely fair, he had… very little experience telling straightforward lies. At most, he would simply… omit information that wasn’t strictly necessary. Or tell a lie that wasn’t even a lie, because the person he was speaking with knew exactly how things really were

I'm sure there's a perfectly innocent explanation.

Would you have any objection to me following this up using back channels?

There are no back channels, Michael.

Beelzebub’s eyes narrowed. “You are going to hold your half of the bargain, are you not?” they buzzed, a handful of different threatening notes to their voice.

Gabriel held up his hands in a defensive gesture. “Of course, of course! I just-- apologies. There has been a lot going on, and--” he cleared his throat. “I will keep my word,” he added, trying to to evaluate whether trying to lie to the Prince of Hell was a wise option - or even an option at all.

At least for the time being, however, it seemed to work: Beelzebub nodded, placated.

“Very well. I’ll get to the bottom of this, and then I will expect you to keep your word. And if you so much think of taking it back--” a snap of their fingers, a burst of flames, and they were gone. Gabriel wasn’t sure whether the fire was meant to be a threat or simply their normal way to leave, but he supposed it was probably both.

Well, decision time was delayed, at least.

With a sigh, Gabriel looked back down at the piece of parchment Beelzebub had brought him, read it over again, and finally put it down. He wondered what Daniel would think once he knew. All those years looking for a sister he rejected, without knowing that the person he remembered was no more - maybe had never been. Gabriel would find his brother for him, but it wouldn’t be the person Daniel thought he was. Then again, after a lifetime apart, he would have found himself facing a stranger either way. Unlike angels, who always remained true to themselves, a notable exception aside and Fallen notwithstanding, human beings changed. That, he’d learned.

Would Daniel be happy to meet his brother? Or would he be disappointed? Gabriel wasn’t even certain Daniel’s brother would want to be found, that he would want to come to his funeral at all. Maybe he’d burned all bridges behind him, and had no intention to waste time on someone who rejected him and whom he only remembered as an angry boy. It had been so long since they last saw each other.

“I know you,” he’d said once to a Virtue known as Ba’al.

“No,” they had replied. “You do not.”

Why bring back those memories? Why now? There was no point to it, nothing it could possibly change. What if there had been someone named Ba’al, a long time ago, whom he’d cared for deeply? What if they had cared for him? That was then and this was now. Ba’al the Virtue was no more, and neither was Gabriel the Archangel.

They were not the same beings anymore.

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(Okay, so I lied. It wasn't Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego. It was Where's Wally all along.)

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Then the Lord said to Cain, “Where is Abel, your brother?” He said, “I do not know; am I my brother’s keeper?” -- Genesis 4:9

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P2: no Matter How Much Time Passes

Part two! 4.4k words. Sorry it’s a couple minutes late, had a lot of tech issues.

Mammon felt the hair on his neck stand up. Something clicked in each one of the boys, as they remembered what MC had said in their final moments. Lucifer spoke first,

"You couldn't possibly mean..."

"Don't worry, Lucifer. Yes, when they died they were brought to the Celestial Realm. Thankfully, Solomon had told the angels he was still in contact with about their passing. So the angels have agreed to let MC have a short stay here in the Devildom." Diavolo looked ecstatic as he explained. All were excited, chatting among each other about how happy they all were. Mammon was happy enough to somewhat revert to his jealousness, saying,

"Wait, MC and Solomon really do still talk?"

Even Lucifer smiled, standing to thank Diavolo. The Lord took Lucifer's hand and pulled him into a tight hug.

"I understand how important they were to all of you at one point, even to myself. Though, I must confess something somewhat tragic." All of the boys were quiet again, and Mammon couldn't help but feel his emotions were being toyed with.

"You know how the Celestial Realm works. You make sure your soul is pretty, and then you're granted eternal life as the best version of yourself. This version of MC could be wildly different than the MC you knew sixty years ago. It's likely they'll be older, or younger. Not only that, but we have them for a night. That's it. It may be possible to contact them after the night, but that's not at all set in stone. Understand the situation you are all in. Tonight is the night of the party. You have 6 hours to spend doting over your angel. Use them wisely." Diavolo looked stern, which wasn't usual for him. "Due to the nature of the exchange program, we can't have them on again, before you ask. I'm sorry, boys, but this is the best I could do."

"And we thank you, Lord Diavolo. It's an amazing gift I am not sure neither I, nor my brothers, deserve. We are forever indebted to you.." Lucifer starts, and Diavolo hushes him.

"Now then, let's get on with the decorations. It's already four AM, no time to waste!" He laughed heartily, bringing most of the brothers to exasperated groans or sighs.

Except Mammon, who could barely wrap his head around the entire thing. He stood with his brothers, shuffling out in a file line while he thought.

A large hand slapped onto Mammon's shoulder and he flinched. He looked up at Diavolo, who chuckled fondly at him.

"Mammon, can I give you some... Advice?" It wasn't often the prince of the Devildom lent his advice to anyone, let alone Mammon seeing as he was normally considered the 'scummy' brother. Mammon liked to think that Diavolo saw more than that, but knowing himself, felt that probably wasn't at all true.

"Uh, sure. Can't say I can follow it though, who knows what someone like you is aboutta say?" This made Diavolo laugh again, free hand on his hip. Mammon noticed Lucifer's brief glances at the two as they dragged behind slightly, everyone heading to Diavolo's castle to decorate.

Diavolo stared out at the dark scenery as he spoke quietly. "It's one night, Mammon. I know that you all went to visit a while ago, Lucifer told me all about it. I know your brothers tease you a lot-"

"If that's what you wanna call it."

"It is. And I just want to say, I know you've been hurting over it all. I know he said last time it may be your last chance but Mammon, I'm serious now. Pay attention. This is your last chance. You will likely never ever, ever see them again. I believe that, due to the rules of the Celestial Realm, they should be lucid and able-minded. Say anything and everything that haunts you." Mammon caught the sad glance Diavolo gave towards his right hand man, only a few feet ahead of them. "Or time will pass you by."

Mammon digested what Diavolo said, and thanked him before running ahead a bit to be with his younger brothers.

They all walked into one of Diavolo's magnificent ballrooms, and found Barbatos setting up boxes of decorations.

“Ah, welcome back, My Lord. I’ve brought out the castle decorations. Should I start preparations for dinner?” Barbatos stood up straight, hands behind his back. Diavolo nodded.

“Yes, thank you Barbatos. We have a lot to do here.”

“We? Diavolo, you’ve really already done so much. The boys and I can do this ourselves.” Even through Lucifer’s protests, Diavolo just laughed him off.

“Nonsense. C’mon, let’s get started, we haven’t got all day you know!”

Mammon plopped himself down in one of the many chairs scattered around the edge of the ballroom. He appreciated the work they did, staring at the red, blue, and purple streamers around the ceiling. Just remembering having to use his small wings to get them up there made him annoyed. He noticed the balloons as well, and huffed at the sheer amount of them. He crossed his arms, staring down at the ground.

“Mammon, what’s that in your pocket?” Mammon nearly jumped to his feet hearing Asmo’s voice from behind him.

“Ooh~ Or are you just happy to see me?” Asmodeus giggled, then noticed Mammon shoving the small golden statue deeper into his pocket.

“You’d think that, because MC is coming to visit, you’d be less scummy for one night. I put too much faith in you, Mammon. You’re just as terrible as always, I suppose.”

“Dick. I was just… Borrowing it for later. Don’t you have a leg to be humping or something right now?” Mammon’s voice leaked venom as he spoke. Asmodeus didn’t seem to notice at all, just focusing on fixing his hair.

“Hm, you know, maybe you should let me do your hair sometime. It’d look so much cuter. What do you even do to it?”

“Just, whatever they put in it at the shoots- what’s the point of this Asmo? Why’re ya botherin’ me, huh?” Asmodeus sighed, hand on his chest. It irked Mammon subconsciously that he reminded him so much of Satan. Asmo then crossed his arms,

“You’re no good at distracting anyone. Okay, I’ll bite. I’m worried about tonight.”

“Oh. Uh- why?” Mammon sat back in his chair, attempting to look relaxed while his younger brother confided in him. Asmodeus sat in a chair near Mammon.

“I’ll tell you, if you don’t try to charge me to be my ‘therapist’.”

“That’s a good idea, actually…”

“Mammon. “

Mammon laughed, rolling his wrist in a ‘Go on’ gesture. “Okay. well, I just… I’m worried for MC. What if they want to stay here? Even worse, what if they hate it and want to go back before we get to spend any time with them?” Mammon frowned.

“Yeah, I’ve thought about that too. I don’t think that’ll happen though, they seemed happy before when we visited.”

“They could barely remember their own name! This is different... Circumstance. I just don’t know if I could handle them mentioning

again, whoever that is.”

“You know, Asmodeus, Anne and Asmo are pretty similar. Maybe they meant Asmo when they said it.” Asmodeus shook his head.

“I hope so… I know you had a relationship with them, Mammon.” Mammon was shocked now.

“Well, yeah, I was their first after all.”

“At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if that were true.” Mammon sputtered a bit, unsure of how to respond.

“I mean- yeah. It always was! Shut up.” Mammon crossed his arms, mimicking Asmodeus. Asmo giggled again at that, and Mammon could see that he was feeling better.

“Well, my point was… I’ve always been the charmer- I’m the cute, flirty, beautiful brother.”

“Don’t forget narcissistic- and also vain, and all those words.” Asmodeus smiled brightly,

“Exactly! I’ve always been so good at charming people! It comes so easily to me I forget it’s supposed to be special. So, when I found it didn’t work on MC… I knew their heart was somewhere else already. Then, MC told me that they’d fallen in love...” Asmodeus seemed to stare out at their other brothers, watching Belphie and Lucifer get into a small fight. Mammon watched as well, and for some reason, a sense of homeliness fell over him.

“I knew that they weren’t talking about their husband. I know when somebody is in lust with someone else, it’s in my nature, and that wasn’t the case with you two. They told me never to tell anyone that they ever confided in me, but… They really liked you Mammon. And because I like them, I wanted to tell you now. Don’t mess this up.”

Mammon felt the weight of his heart fall heavier on his shoulders. He nodded, and felt Asmodeus’ hand on his back, patting it gently. “Well- uh. Thanks. For now,” Mammon stood up, patting his pocket. “Imma go find somewhere to cash this new check ’a mine.” Asmo smiled sarcastically, and Mammon saw Satan in him again as he said,

“Oh, you might want to put that back. I already told Lucifer you stole it, and once him and Belphegor are done talking, he’s going to shake you like a cheap maraca a three year old found in the toy store.”

“Yikes.” He said, slipping it out of his pocket and throwing it in Asmo’s general direction. “Your problem now, I guess.”

“Hey- MammoN!” He shouted while Mammon ran out of the room. Mammon only barely heard Lucifer yelling as he ran,

“Asmo, what do you have?”

The cool morning air washed over Mammon as he stepped outside, lighting a cigarette before putting it to his lips. He leaned against the concrete rail of the castle steps. Just as he thought he could get any semblance of a break, he heard a voice call out for him. Beelzebub came up next to Mammon and hoisted himself up on the rail.

“You know that’s bad for you, right.”

“I’m a demon?” Mammon looked up at his younger brother. He didn’t like the even bigger size difference, and decided to try and hoist himself up as well. After a bit of struggle, Beelzebub grabbed his arm and brought him up.

“I dunno, I just heard it somewhere. What are you doin’ out here anyway? You know Lucifer’s going to kill you if he finds you slacking off.”

“I could say the same damn thing to you, I’m surprised you’re not in the kitchen sneaking food behind Barbatos’ back.” Beel grimaced,

“I’m not really hungry… I’m too nervous to eat… I also tried, and Barbatos caught me and threatened to cook

next.” Mammon laughed loudly, to his brother’s dismay. “But you didn’t answer me. Why are you out here.”

“I wanted a moment alone, that’s all. But, now that you’ve basically ruined that, I guess I’m just here to enjoy the scenery.” Beel stared down for a moment, thinking.

“Oh. Uh, I can leave, then-”

“No, I mean, you’re already out here? Might as well stay.” Mammon couldn’t bring himself to admit that he secretly wanted the company. An anger continued to bubble inside of him that he didn’t understand, noticing the world around him and being annoyed by everything. Beelzebub’s sweet presence helped that in a way. He felt his brother’s gaze, concerned and confused. Beel stayed quiet for a long time.

Beel then reached into his parka’s pocket, and pulled out a string cheese. He thrusted it towards Mammon, and Mammon’s brows furrowed.

“Uhh…?” Mammon let Beel put it in his hand.

“When I’m angry or sad I get hungry. So you should eat. It might help.” Mammon sighed, but smiled.

“It’s not like ya to share food. I must look real desperate... Thanks.” Mammon opened the string cheese, and took a bite off the top.

“Actually, can I have a bite?”

Mammon had expected the day to feel long and to drag on forever, but found that 7 PM couldn’t come slow enough. So much to do, and so little time, it took Mammon until 6:45 to even change into his true form. He hyped himself up in Diavolo’s bathroom, which emulated a public restroom, probably for tours. He splashed some water in his face, and heard the sound of the door swing open.

“Oh, hey, Mammon. Feeling alright?” Satan stood near him, washing his hands free of the white frosting covering them. Mammon nodded, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a little pencil, leaning on the sink to start putting eyeliner on. “Gotta look nice, yeah? Where’d you get that from?”

“Ah- uh- borrowed it off a set a while ago. I saw what I looked like in it and thought it was- ow! Shit- ow fuck.” Mammon rubbed at his watery eyes, and Satan sighed at him. He grabbed Mammon’s shoulder, and pulled him to face Satan’s way.

“Stand still, and give that to me.” He did, and Satan very carefully applied the eyeliner underneath Mammon’s eyes.

“How did you learn how to do it right?” Mammon asked, staring up at the ceiling. Satan sighed and put his hand on Mammon’s face to steady him.

“It’s not that hard, and I’ve had a lot of girlfriends. I guess my sarcastic, passive-aggressive attitude is considered more feminine, so I learned a few things during class. This is just one of my many pointless skills I’ve gathered since primary school.” Mammon smiled a bit.

“Good for something, I guess.” Satan finished and handed Mammon back the pencil. “Thanks. You nervous?” Mammon asked, and Satan sighed.

“Not really. Nothing can be worse than what happened when we went to the nursing home, can it? At least this way they should know who we are.” Satan rolled his sleeves back down before changing into his demon form alongside Mammon. “I don’t know what happened after us, but I have a feeling they’ll be similarly aged to when we first met.” Mammon shrugged,

“They had kids, though. And a husband- and a whole life after.”

“I had kids, you don’t see me considering that my ‘happiest moment’, do you?”

“...” Mammon brushed past that, “You’re a special case. C’mon, let’s get out there.” And so they did, walking out of the bathroom together and finding their way to the ballroom. Many higher level demons were around, having fun and enjoying themselves. Beelzebub was eyeing the food table, and Mammon could just barely see Lucifer restraining him with threats and a hand on his elbow. Levi was sitting across the table from them, headphones on and game playing on his phone. Asmo was out dancing, and Belphie was nowhere to be seen. Soon, Diavolo was taking a microphone and speaking up.

“The angels will be here soon, everyone prepare yourself and remember to socialize. Have fun, all of you.” Diavolo set the microphone down again and Mammon heard the music overtake them for a second time. It took him a while, but he recognized the song. It was one of MC’s favourites, that they spent many summer days listening to. Mammon smiled sorrowly. He sat at the table, next to Leviathan. He flinched, feeling something touch his foot. He looked down, pulling the table cover up, and found Belphie taking a nap underneath him. Typical. Mammon just put the cloth back down and noticed Satan take off, headed towards the dancefloor with his brother.

“Mammon, I’m surprised. Usually you’d be off to the dancefloor by now, or to some random quarters to find something to steal.” Lucifer smirked as he spoke, and Beel winced. Mammon felt bad for him.

“I’m just waiting. We’ve got what, five minutes? I’m surprised you’re not yelling at one of us by now. “

“LOL burn.” Leviathan laughed, which startled Mammon, having assumed he couldn’t hear anything under those headphones of his. Lucifer’s smirk was gone.

“They’ll be summoned in the courtyard by Diavolo any second now, I believe he just left to do it. Just hope there’s not too many of them, I didn’t expect the Devildom to have such a huge turnout.” Mammon looked around at the dozens of demons socializing around them. Levi took his headphones off and glared at Lucifer.

“Why aren’t we there for the summoning? I wasn’t there for the first one, I want to be there for this one.”

“It’s not that momentous. Just bringing someone into the existence of this realm. You’ll see them when they walk through those doors.” Lucifer pointed, with his free hand, towards the large double doors exiting the ballroom that lead to the courtyard. Beelzebub huffed as Lucifer didn’t loosen his grip. He wiggled a bit, turning and whispering to one of the random demons around. "And, anyway, It has to be pretty disorienting. They may need a moment before seeing any of us." Leviathan grumbled at Lucifer’s response, attention back to his phone.

Mammon stared at the ballroom doors, and watched as they slowly pushed open. A spike of anxiety hit him, and he kicked Belphegor from under the table, waking him. Diavolo was in front of the small group of angels, microphone in hand.

"Everybody, let's give a welcome to the angels that have graciously lent their time to be here tonight. Including the one we're all here for, MC." Mammon felt his chest tighten as Diavolo stepped to the side, revealing the 6 angels. If he could focus on anyone else, he'd notice it was actually 5 angels and Solomon, but he couldn't. All he could see was MC, and he reveled in their beauty. He noticed that they wore the same jumpsuit from before, paired with Mammon's own leather jacket. MC looked to be no older than when they knew each other, all of the wrinkles and spots gone from their face. Their hair was back to its natural color, and Mammon almost forgot to breathe.

Without thinking, he ran. He ran faster than ever before, and pounced on his angel. He could feel tears streaming down his face, but he didn't care.

"Where ya been, huh! You're late! Why ya gotta keep The Great Mammon waiting?" Mammon felt as the arms of his partner wrapped around him tightly.

"Got caught up in inter-dimensional traffic. I'm here now, Mammoney." They laughed loudly, and Mammon felt they fit the part of an angel, voice so sweet. All the other angels and demons seemed to leave them to it, except of course, Mammon's brothers.

"MC! You're back!" All of them seemed to have matching grins, pulling their brothers into a group hug around their angel. MC could only laugh and laugh, a smile plastered on their own face.

"You really think I could leave you guys forever? I think Lucifer would end up going grey without me to keep you in check." They winked in Lucifer's direction, and he smiled, but said nothing.

Soon the brothers calmed themselves down. Mammon managed to get the first dance with MC, after intense struggle between him and his brothers. He struggled to remember exactly what to do as he stared into his partners eyes.

"I missed you." Mammon whispered when they were close together, and MC whispered back,

"Not nearly as much as I missed you."

The night continued similarly, the brothers continuing to fight over dances and moments with MC. Eventually, they asked for a moment to rest, and all of the boys were waiting on them hand and foot.

"More water, MC?"

"Maybe you should take those shoes off for a bit, your feet must be killing you!"

"Here, eat."

MC just smiled and giggled through it all, for 5 hours of the night. Slowly, demons trickled out of the party, and all that was left were the angels, human, and demon brothers. Diavolo and Barbatos could be found somewhere in the castle, but Mammon couldn't care less about where.

"Guys I- this… This was amazing. Thank you. I missed you all so much- why didn't you visit me?" The brothers were silent, glancing towards the floor. Belphegor spoke up,

"We were scared."

Suddenly he released a flood, they were all talking at once, giving different reasons and fears as to what they'd find if they had visited. All except Mammon, who sat back and continued to admire his angel. Eventually, they asked him directly,

"Mammon? What about you? Why didn't you visit? I was especially upset for so long because of it."

"Oh, uh.." Mammon wasn't ready to tell them, especially not with such a crowd. He felt his face heat up, and he hid behind his hand.

"You know, uh, thinkin' you wouldn't 'member me n' stuff." MC looked unimpressed, but the topic was soon changed.

Even later into the night, Diavolo came to warn them,

"You have half an hour. Use it wisely." Mammon caught the wink in his direction, and groaned subtly. There would be no way to get a moment of privacy with his brothers around. He cleared his throat,

"MC? Can we, uh, have a minute? Just a minute. Alone?" Before the 6 could start protesting, MC smiled and responded,

"I'd been waiting for you to ask. Of course."

The two walked side by side through the courtyard, enjoying the cool breeze that always encompassed the Devildom.

"Why ya gotta leave again, MC? Can’tcha stay here for the rest of eternity?"

"You can't even ask that. You know I can't. Maybe if you manned up…" MC grumbled a bit, arms crossing over their chest. Mammon blushed.

"What's that s'posed to mean?"

"Mammon- I'm married. I've got two kids. If before that, which was years after I left the Devildom- if you had come begging me to come home with you I would have said yes. But I forgot about you." That stung, and Mammon held a hand to his chest as MC continued. "Everything about the Devildom, I stopped caring. I had one thing that ever reminded me you existed, and it was my D.D.D, shoved away in my closet. My son found it one day and broke it, and there was nothing left. Not that I used it anyway. So tell me, did you reach out after it was broken, and I didn't know?"

"Um… No- but- but hey. Ya look real young for ya happiest moment

to be with us!" Mammon protested, trying to sound angry but only sounding sad. MC sighed and stopped walking.

"... You're right. Even with everything you asses put me through afterwards… I can't help but look around and have the biggest, most insane amount of nostalgia. I loved this place. Pretty weird, huh? Saying 'Go to hell' is supposed to be an insult, but it's all I wanted to do for years." They chuckled a bit and Mammon relaxed hearing it.

"Listen, MC. Lucifer and Diavolo they- well- so I need to… I-I like you? But don't go lettin' that go to your h-"

Before he could finish, he felt MC's body crash against his in a hug and a kiss. For the coldness of the Devildom, their lips were warm and reminded Mammon of the sunshine on the Celestial Realm. He felt every worry, every fear he had melted away in an instant and he hugged back. He kissed MC more intensely than he'd ever kissed anyone before, and subconsciously hoped Diavolo would never come get them. He considered running with them, hiding somewhere they'd never be found, but knew that wasn't what they wanted.

For that reason, and that reason alone, Mammon felt himself pulling away from MC’s lips. They buried their face in his chest.

"It's not gonna be like last time, alright? I'm gonna try to send you letters everyday, I'll bother Diavolo until we start another war if I have to."

"I'll do the same with Luke, if I can't send you anything, I may have to start pestering him like a demon until they send me down here." MC giggled and sighed into Mammon's chest.

"MC, Mammon. It's time to leave." Mammon saw Lucifer come up to them, and he frowned. He stared down at his angel, and pet their hair gently.

"C'mon Lucifer, can't we have five more minutes?"

"Mammon, you know-"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Fragile relationship with the realms... Okay." He took a deep, shaky breath. "You ready, angel?" He asked quietly. MC just barely nodded as they pulled away, and Mammon saw their face contorted from sobbing quietly into his chest. MC held his hand and dragged him to where they'd be taken out of existence, where the rest of the brothers, angels, and Solomon were waiting for them.

MC gave each brother a hug and a 'thank you' before standing next to Diavolo. Before Diavolo could start, they quickly gave him a hug as well, which he accepted immediately.

"If the Celestial Realm ever lets you, you will always be welcome here in the Devildom. Your room is in the House of Lamentation, where it's stayed, waiting for you." MC thanked him, and prepared to be dematerialized.

Mammon couldn't watch. He didn't want to see the bright white light, and then the feeling of loneliness that he knew was bound to hit him. Instead, he looked towards his brothers. He saw as they all felt exactly how he did, the lonely and sad feeling taking over them. Mammon walked behind them all as the ceremony finished, and put his arm around Levi- who squawked like a bird and threatened Mammon if he didn't let go. He only held on tighter, grinning stupidly.

"I say we go out to forget the rest of the night, all seven of us."

"Yes, and who's paying for your drinks, Mammon?" Satan inquired.

"Why, my favourite big brother, of course you would be so kind…"

"Forget it, Mammon." Lucifer glared at Mammon, and Diavolo couldn't help but laugh.

"All of you, really. C'mon, it's on me." Diavolo put his hand on Lucifer's shoulder and started walking them back inside.

As Mammon walked, Levi under one arm, Beelzebub and Belphie at his other side, he realized that he was still happy. He would still write his angel every night, and would beg Diavolo to send it directly to them, but he finally felt closure. Being with his brothers- mean as they were sometimes- he still felt loved.

And maybe, Mammon realized, that was what he needed all along.

#lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #Leviathan #asmodeus #satan #Beelzebub #belphegor #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #diavolo

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How To Make an Angel Fall

Crowley was once an angel. Obviously. Everyone knows this. Even Aziraphale, who ignores the, well, hell out of the fact Crowley ever fell in the first place. Who could blame him? Everyone ignores facts sometimes.

What people are less aware of is Crowley was once Rapheal. Crazy, right? Two archangels fell, one gets remembered as a king and the other as just another demon who lost their name in their fall.

Maybe Rapheal was just kinder.

There is, however, a good reason for all of this. The events of this story occurs after Gabriel was put in charge of the Garden. This hardly matters, however, because I assigned my Lucifer and my Rapheal on star duty. This may be seen as a mistake on my part, really, but no matter who I would've sent, someone would've fallen. Now, you may be thinking what went so wrong? How do you get sent to Hell (it was a work in progress, I admit, but it still existed, even then) on star duty? My answer: curiosity.

This was Rapheal's downfall, really, his curiosity, but even so, he didn't deserve to fall. Lucifer was already going mad from my love of humans and convinced Rapheal to start questioning me. I suppose I can hardly blame them. I was barely around, even then! I was popping about, fixing physic, making numbers, all that good stuff. I supposed I could've sent someone else to do this, but that would stop my plan from ever seeing the light of day (that was almost ready, I promise)!

Anyways, star duty. They created the sun first (lightless, of course. Wasn't quite ready, but light was visible to the angels, especially the more powerful ones). This is where Lucifer got his idea.

After Rapheal went to Earth to help Gabriel with the plants (Gabriel truly is dreadful with flowers and colors and arrangements. Rapheal had to organize the whole garden AND hang the stars!), Lucifer decided to learn how to make planets. He started with the Moon, and gradually made all the bigger planets (the asteroid and moons of non Earth planets were just small mistakes he made learning how). I, of course, noticed. My plan was set.

When Rapheal came back, Lucifer knew how to make planets. He, however, needed a lot more power to make life.

At first, Rapheal was 100% against the idea. Eventually, though, after the same grueling tasks done millions upon millions times, he decided to try Lucifer's crazy plan, if to at least make him shut up about it, and... it worked. They created the second planet with life.

I visited as soon as they left, and I must say, they were strange creatures. It was obvious that Rapheal made the plants, them being more beautiful than mine could ever hope to be. But the animals? Strange, grotesque creatures that some were made in mocking image of the humans I so loved, and some just to make something. I remember feeling sad then. For the first time, I understood how Lucifer felt, be it only a moment. However, this could not change the plan.

They went on to do this across millions of solar systems, and making other new, unauthorized things. Black holes sprouted up, for Lucifer made stars just unstable enough to be on the brink of explosion, or even just in the first stage. Those that set off never killed his creations, though.

Another strange thing to show up was "dark matter". It was a mockery to me, seven times the mass to mock the seven days. It caused an imbalance in the galaxies. They started tearing themselves up, and this one was Rapheal's doing. Whether through his brother's influence or his own choice, Rapheal is the only angel smart enough to make something I don't have complete understanding over. Well, was.

After a few however many more life forms, I called them back. The only thing on my head was throwing them off the cloud called Heaven and how I'd do it. It distracted me from the fact these were my sons.

When they got back, everyone was there. All the angels, all the creatures, even the first copy made of Adam. They sat in an unearthly silence you would not believe, waiting for me to speak.

The moment they came back, I beckoned them to the stage. They walked up in the confidence only an archangel has.

"I'll give you a choice," my voice shook slightly, a small amount only the archangels could feel, and, from the look in Lucifer's eyes, did, "One of you shall rule Hell, the land of the damned, and shall never leave unless by my will." A whisper ran out throughout everyone around. They were wondering who that would be.

"And the other will live on Earth, with all my creations, in the form of a beast, to watch over things," I continued. Lucifer and Rapheal looked, at each other, confused.

"Why?" Came the timid voice of Rapheal. I turned towards him.

"YOU WOULDN'T DARE QUESTION HER, WOULD YOU, BROTHER?" Came a shout from the back of the crowd. Ah. Gabriel.

"Yes," says Rapheal, "I don't understand." I glance at him, secretly happy to see him stand up for himself.

"I doubt you'd want them to know why," I say, every syllable more threatening than the last, till even Adam felt it.

Rapheal and Lucifer froze.

"May we discuss?" Said Lucifer timidly. I nod, already knowing the outcome. Rapheal shall keep his name and Lucifer shall become the Serpent.

"I'll rule Hell," said Rapheal quietly after a moment. I turn to Lucifer.

"Well?"

"I'll be the nameless beast," he whispers. I nod.

"Good," I say. "Now jump." A hole in Heaven's cloud appears. Lucifer jumps back.

"What are you asking of us, Mother?" He cries out. I roll my eyes.

"You have wings." Rapheal snickers at this statement offered up by some animal. I glance over at him to see his eyes fully on me.

"Will it hurt?" He asks, without fear. Lucifer stares at him in shock. "Brother, you know as well as I do that we deserve it. Might as well expect what the Almightly plans for us."

I smile at Rapheal. I'll miss him. He doesn't deserve this, but he deserves no Heaven either.

"Jump."

And they do. As they fall, instead of Lucifer, Rapheal changes. His body thins into a line then back out to a curl. He screams, as does Lucifer. There is one difference, though. Rapheal forgets. Lucifer remembers. That was my cruelest punishment. I sadden at the thought. But we didn't need Rapheal. We needed Crawley, and later, Crowley.

I never told the other angels why they fell, and soon after, I left, showing up only for the humans. This caused the questioning, which, in his grief-stricken state, Gabriel decided was the reason they fell. Question God, you go to Hell. Sadly, by the time Gabriel's grief turned from anger, the rule stuck. Hundreds, no, thousands of angels fell for this reason. As part of my plan.

As time goes on, we need to fill the void where all these angels were, so I make the Principality. Born of the archangels who wanted to create life. They achieved their "God" status.

Didn't they?

#good omens #ineffible husbands #ineffable bureaucracy #go #crowley #crowley is raphael #fanfic #good omens fanfiction #go fanfic #lucifer #Aziraphale

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Blue Raven 666: Exterminators and theories

BlueRaven 666 is a YouTuber who has created videos about many intriguing theories for the web series, Hazbin Hotel. BlueRaven 666's channel. Gray the Exterminator is his original character. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCXaxReyJNiKDJQ6g75jigxg I'm posting the transcripts/fanfiction to show support.

Gray is an Exterminator angel OC created by BlueRaven 666, the YouTuber’s demon OC name. Gray has blue eyes, a blue smile and an X over their right eye. A blue tipped horn is their unique physical trait.

The Golden Rule of the Exterminators by BlueRaven 666

Gray: “Greetings mortals. The diabolical cretin known as Blue Raven has kindly asked me to explain the rules we Exterminators follow during Hell’s annual extermination. These rules ensure that as many of us survive the full 24 hours we spend in Hell as possible, while simultaneously taking out as many sinners and demons as we can.”“There are some rules that are quite obvious. Don’t hold back. Kill as many of the damned in your line of sight as possible. Don’t let the denizens of Hell get ahold of your weapon. Spare nobody, no matter what they may say or do. And perhaps the most important rule of them all: be wary of the buildings you pass by and those you choose to enter. Now you may be asking yourselves, why is this rule so crucial above all the others? Most would think that if the Exterminators aim to kill as many sinners and demons as possible, the buildings would be the number one spot to find those that try to hide from us…and you would be right in your assumptions. The denizens of Hell who have witnessed past exterminations know to take shelter in the nearest building.”

“The problem for us comes in when it comes down to fighting as creatures with wings. Fighting in close quarters with a demon can become very problematic if we aren’t able to access an immediate escape route. We are aware that Hell is home to the likes of Alastor, the Radio Demon, Vox the Television Demon as well as our fallen brother, Lucifer. Not even a dozen Exterminators possess the power it takes to take even one of those individuals down. Entering a building where any one of them could be hiding could be a death sentence for us. The only exception for this rule is if a building is already old and dilapidated, or if it is one that has suffered a lot of external damage from the turf wars that constantly raged throughout the rest of the year. These buildings are usually obliterated on site and all sinners and demons taking shelter there are swiftly dispatched if they can be managed.”

“In summary, the Golden Rule of the Exterminators is to avoid fighting in close quarters. Being outside is needed in order to efficiently dodge fatal blows that could be dealt by an opponent and there are plenty of denizens in Hell that can define themselves on the streets on extermination day anyway. While we’re fully willing to lay down our lives for this tradition every year, it’s most certainly better to be safe than it is to meet a likely slow bloody death at the hands of a demon. That’s all I have for you today. Have a blessed day and God be with you.”

Gray the Exterminator Q and A Part 1 by BlueRaven 666

Gray: “Greetings mortals. It has been brought to my attention that my presence in Blue Raven’s domain has been met with overwhelmingly positive reactions from his loyal followers. Many of you seem to be curious as to who I am as well as well as the overall nature of Exterminators as a species. Today, I will be answering some of your questions in order to shed some light on what exactly Exterminators do and how we think. I have selected 20 questions to cover that will allow me to help you become more familiar with who I am as an individual. Worry not, if your question doesn’t get answered. With an ever-increasing number of questions being asked daily, many will have to be answered in later installments. Patience is a virtue, embrace it.”

Question 1: How did you get lost?

Gray: “Ah yes. I believe Blue Raven mentioned that our meeting was caused by me getting lost shortly after Hell’s most recent extermination. I was knocked unconscious whilst battling a demon. My fellow Exterminators presumed I was dead and left me behind. As a result, we do not collect the mortally wounded or deceased once the extermination has ended. While Heaven is visible from the skies of Hell, returning is not as simple as flying back. Doing so would be the equivalent of trying to fly from Earth to the moon. Blue Raven has decided to take me in, forging a fragile truce between an angel and a demon until the situation is resolved.” Question 2: What is your gender/sexuality?

Gray: “Most Exterminators are ambiguous to gender though many believe us to be female, but we tend to leave it up to the individual to decide which pronouns they prefer to use. My preferred pronouns are “they” and “them.” Sexuality: asexual.”

Question 3: Were you born in Heaven or on Earth?

Gray: “I was born into a family of seasoned Exterminators in an area of Heaven that is inhabited by Exterminators exclusively.”

Question 4: How nervous were you during your first extermination?

Gray: “The level of anxiety an Exterminator feels during their first extermination is usually high. The first thing we’re told by the lead Exterminator before we are sent into Hell is that death is a very real threat. New recruits are ordered to group up with three to five more experienced angels in order to stand a better chance at surviving our first extermination day. I was not scared of dying personally. It was the long list of demons that were known for killing Exterminators that I feared facing.” Question 5: What is your preferred method of killing demons?

Gray: “We are urged to make the death as swift and painless as possible by our superiors. A sword or spear through the head is my preferred method used to dispatch a demon.”

Question 6: Can demons kill angels?

Gray: “They can and they do if they are powerful enough. We are not invincible.”

Question 7: What is your rank in the Exterminator hierarchy?

Gray: “I am what would be referred to as a soldier. Soldiers are the lowest rank and are basically seen as cannon fodder until they gain more experience.”

Question 8: Did you choose to become an Exterminator?

Gray: “In the grand scheme of things, no. Those who are born into families of other Exterminators are expected to join them once they are of age. Failure to comply would mean an immediate banishment to Hell as we are naturally too bloodthirsty to be good for anything else around Heaven.” Question 9: Why do Exterminators look like demons?

Gray: “The armors’ design was thought up decades ago by an Exterminator by the name of Thistle. (English name meaning “prick” or “thorn”). He used the horns of a demon to blend in with Hell’s populace in an attempt to avoid being attacked. Tragically, he was killed after being mistaken for a demon by his comrades. They took his brilliant idea back with them, altered it so that it was more distinguishable from the populace in Hell and the final design has remained ever since.”

Question 10: Are you a fallen angel?

Gray: “I am not. I realized the situation I’m currently in may make it seem that way, but I still hold my status as an Exterminator.”

Question 11: Why is the tip of one of your horns blue?

Gray: “The original version of this question mentions an imp by the name of Blitzo.”

Blue Raven: “It’s pronounced “Blitz.”

Gray: “Come again?”Blue Raven: “It’s Blitz, the o is silent.”

Gray: “Why do you miserable brutes insist on having such peculiar names? Regardless, this imp is known to have white patches on one side of his face just as I can be identified by the blue color on the tip of my right horn. These unique traits are known to Exterminators as identity tags, as my coloration is fairly unique amongst Exterminators in general. These details make it easier to tell other angels who I am when I’m on duty.”

Question 12: Are there Exterminators trying to kill all of the demons during the Extermination?

Gray: “Many will try, even though it is futile. Hell is many times larger than the Earth and its population can be more than double on the day of extermination. Even if the amount of sinners was half, we wouldn’t be able to kill them all in 24 hours.”

Question 13: Have you ever had to fight someone you loved?

Gray: “No. Any angels that fall from grace nowadays are typically slaughtered by Hell’s denizens within weeks following their banishment.” Question 14: What is the punishment for breaking the Golden Rule?

Gray: “The Golden Rule of the Exterminators is not law. It’s treated more as an unspoken rule that is learned the hard way. As such, the consequences of breaking the Golden Rule of the Exterminators is usually severe bodily harm and death.”

Question 15: Have you ever met Alastor, Vox, or Lucifer?Gray: “I’ve been acquainted with our fallen brother Lucifer as he and the Lord tend to contact each other every great once in a while. If memory serves, I’ve never had a negative encounter with him. I’ve only caught glimpses of Alastor and Vox. Safe to say, I don’t wish to get myself wrapped up in a battle with either of them.”

Question 16: Is there an overlord you’d like to kill?

Gray: “Every Exterminator tends to have a personal list of individuals they’d like to slay. The only ones I have on mine are two individuals. The first is the insect type, Katie Killjoy and the second is a sinner that goes by the name of Gray Man, the despicable monster Albert Fish.” (American serial killer, child rapist and cannibal)

Question 17: Who is your least favorite demon in Hell?Gray: “Well all of them are terrible, quite frankly. However, the one known to Hell as Valentino (porn owner) especially makes my skin crawl.”

Question 18: Who has been your most difficult encounter so far?

Gray: “I would say the holder of that title goes to the one known as Niffty. She has a reputation of being so fast that no Exterminator can catch her.”

Question 19: Why does the Extermination happen?

Gray: “Overpopulation has become an ever-increasing problem in Hell and it continues to worsen with each passing year. The Extermination has been set in place to ensure those who are sent to Hell will have somewhere where they can be integrated into the population.” Question 20: What is your opinion about Charlie’s plan to rehabilitate sinners?Gray: “The topic is quite controversial amongst those in Heaven. Some believe it is genius. Others believe it is pointless. I personally try to keep an open mind. It sounds impossible but stranger things have happened.” “I hope I was able to satisfy your curiosity over me and the behaviors of my fellow Exterminators. Have a blessed day and God be with you.” Gray the Exterminator Q and A by BlueRaven 666 Part 2

Gray: “Greetings, mortals. This is a continuation of your hard-pressed questions about Exterminators and myself as an individual. As we have the luxury of time on our side, today, I have selected 25 questions to answer and we’ll be going into further detail in my responses as much as I can.”

Question 1: How many angels/Exterminators are there in Heaven?

Gray: “Due to my status as an Exterminator, I can only really speak for the total population of Exterminators that reside in Heaven. To put it in perspective, Hell maintains an average population of 15 billion denizens. There is one Exterminator per every 300 of Hell’s denizens, bringing the total population of Exterminators to around 50 million. However, we only make up a small percentage of the total number of angels in Heaven, roughly 5 percent, according to some. Going by that math, the total number of angels residing in Heaven to be over 1 billion. In comparison, the world population on Earth is around 7.8 billion.”

Question 2: How does an Angel become an Exterminator?

Gray: “I should mention that Exterminator is a status that very few in Heaven wish to obtain, but there are three ways one can achieve it. The first and most common way is by being born into the life. True, it may not be something within your control, but it’s a fact. The second way is by appointment by the Powers. This happens for a multitude of reasons, but it’s usually because an angel has committed a sin and is granted an opportunity to choose their fate: be banished into Hell or serve as an Exterminator until the next Extermination day passes. The third and least common way one can become an Exterminator is by volunteering. Volunteers typically require extensive psychological screening by the Powers and Virtues and must meet several requirements before their request is approved (physically fit, flight training, strong will, intelligence test, respect for higher ups, etc.) These screening occur under the belief that an ordinary angel who wants to become an Exterminator could be experiencing sinful thoughts and is seeking an outlet they can unleash these thoughts on. Such individuals are considered to be highly dangerous and can rarely be trusted. (Similar to how one would view a person wanting to be a soldier to kill for sport or for criminal acts)”

Question 3: What is the difference between an angel and an Exterminator?

Gray: “Angels are given several rights and opportunities that Exterminators cannot be trusted with. For example, an angel can be entrusted to carry out the duties of a guardian angel on Earth. Exterminators cannot. Angels may also be chosen to accompany the Archangels (Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, etc.) as they communicate messages between man and God. An Exterminator would never be considered for such a role. We may be entrusted to communicate the status of Hell and its denizens to God but only if the situation has reached crucial status.”

Question 4: Why do Exterminators have an x over their eyes?

Gray: “The X over the right eye of an Exterminator is a symbol of one’s status as a full soldier. Those still in training will not receive this mark until they are ready. Think of it like a brand logo. It’s the mark of the officially of one’s rank as an Exterminator.”

Question 5: Can Exterminators fall in love?

Gray: “Of course they can, though it may be difficult. Most Exterminators experience trouble getting along with one another. This can be for any number of different reasons: conflicting personalities, personal rivalries, or a general lack of interest in the individuals that surround them. This tends to be the most common issue that Exterminators face when it comes to looking for love. Most will even agree to be partners simply for the sake of carrying on a bloodline.”

Question 6: Can angels/Exterminators reproduce?

Gray: “Well, yes. Those that reside in Heaven are granted that privilege.”

Question 7: Is it possible for Heaven to become overpopulated?

Gray: “I would say it’s possible, yes. However, it would be incredibly unlikely. Heaven and Hell differ greatly in size. To put it in perspective, the size difference between the two realms would be like comparing planet Earth to the sun. The sun is so large that 1.3 million Earths can fit inside of it. That’s how big Heaven is compared to Hell. Between the number of angels that eventually fall, the number of Exterminators that are lost in the Extermination each year and those who arrive in Heaven after death, overpopulation is a threat that Heaven need not worry about anytime soon.”

Question 8: What do Exterminators do when it isn’t Extermination day?

Gray: “Much of the time, we simply just sit and wait for the next one to arrive. We do our best not to fight amongst ourselves and spend time with our families if any members have survived and spending time indulging in our own interests and hobbies.”

Question 9: Do Exterminators train for battle?

Gray: “Yes. We Exterminators are trained up for months before every extermination… quite vigorously, as a matter of fact, granted we cannot accurately replicate the climate or terrain of Hell, or the abilities of most demons. But we’ve managed to brush up on the basics, work with new recruits alongside more seasoned Exterminators and practice new attack and defense strategies up until the next Extermination.”

Question 10: What is your favorite weapon?

Gray: “Most of the time, I, along with many other Exterminators, will choose to use a sword or a spear. Spears are lightweight and easy to use, without having to be too close to an opponent. Swords, while they are considerable heavier, are double-edged and work quite efficiently. My favorite weapon to use, however, would be a crossbow. It may not be the most practical weapon by any means, but it is quite efficient at taking down demons from a safe distance.”

Question 11: What do Exterminators think of modern weapons?

Gray: “Most Exterminators share a simple common interest in weapons and artillery. We find devices such as firearms, tanks, aircrafts and nuclear weapons to be utterly fascinating. However, such weapons are viewed as far too devastating to be used during the Extermination. Close range combat serves as a reminder that we are taking lives by our own hands and that fact is emphasized tenfold when we look into a victim’s eyes moments before they draw their final breath. Plus, imagine the amount of work it would take to get a tank from Heaven into Hell and back again.”

Question 12: If you die a non-sinner, do you become an angel?

Gray: “If you die having never committed a single sinful act in your life, I believe you will be ranked higher than an angel. That’s grounds for sainthood, if I’m not mistaken. You may be eligible for placement amongst the first triad in the hierarchy of angels at the very least.”

Question 13: What happens when an angel/human/demon dies?

Gray: “When we die, our consciousness is plunged into what is known as the void. The void is an infinite expanse of nothingness that extends for eternity. In the void, you shall feel no joy, no pain, no sadness, no thirst, and no hunger. There will be no sound, nothing. (It will be the same state as before birth). Imagine the deepest sleep you’ve ever fallen into that will become your reality once you’ve been plunged into the void and it shall continue on until the end of time. Death connects us all.”

Question 14: Are there any Exterminators you can’t stand?

Gray: “Oh goodness, where to start? There Alabasdor, one of the few that willingly volunteered to become an Exterminator. He’s not quite right anymore and enjoys making demons suffer slow, painful, gory deaths during the Extermination. There’s Flax, one Exterminator who really can’t be bothered. He averages around five kills per extermination, while everyone else averages between twenty and forty. The exterminator that takes the crown for being the most unbearable to me, however, is called Silver. She’s like Alabasdor but ten times worse. The only reason she hasn’t been banished into Hell yet is because she holds the highest kill count after every extermination. It wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t spend a month gloating over her victories afterwards.”

Question 15: Has an Exterminator ever been saved by a demon before?

Gray: “Not in any case that’s been documented. It would appear that my situation has been the first recorded case of an Exterminator being saved by a demon. That isn’t to say it has never happened before, however, most demons pounce at the first opportunity to take an Exterminator’s head as a trophy.”

Question 16: Could an Exterminator form an alliance with a demon?

Gray: “Impossible. No demon could trust an Exterminator to allow one to assist them with anything and the Exterminators are too bloodthirsty to find it worth their while to help a demon. The truce between Blue Raven and I seems to be unique amongst the usual relationship between demons and Exterminators.”

Question 17: Do you have a favorite demon?

Gray: “I believe the princess of Hell is every angel’s favorite demon.”

Question 18: Have you ever met a docile demon?

Gray: “I believe that Blue Raven is the most docile of his kind along with Princess Charlotte and Tom Trench.”

Question 19: Has an Exterminator ever spared a demon?

Gray: “Most do not. We kill every opportunity we’re given during the Extermination. However, we do tend to spare imps and demons that are expecting and find themselves without shelter, as well as individuals we know for certain will be too much for us to handle. It may not come across as professional, but in our eyes, it's the run-of-the-mill ordinary demons that are a dime a dozen and serve as our main target.”

Question 20: Do you think it’s possible for sinners to be redeemed? Gray: “Possible, yes. However, I believe the question remains as to whether or not there will be enough individuals seeking redemption who will actually be able to achieve it. At least the annual Extermination will no longer be necessary. (That what Charlie hopes). There is also a significant number of demons that have obtained a high social standing in Hell society and have gained a significant amount of territory. As a result they may not be so keen on letting go of that status.”

Question 21: What would happen if God was killed?

Gray: “Such a fate is not possible. Speaking hypothetically, however, the death of the Lord would plunge everything in existence into the void. The entire universe as a whole world would cease to exist.”

Question 22: What do you think of Angel Dust? Gray: “He isn’t the worst sinner that’s out there. However, I would prefer it if he stayed no less than 10 feet away from me at all times.”

Question 23: How does God feel toward Lucifer?

Gray: “Our brother’s name is only mentioned in Heaven as a cautionary tale for other angels. It serves as a reminder that no matter what one’s social standing might be in Heaven, even those closest to the Lord can fall from grace if they choose to repeat his past transgressions. But everyone knows that Lucifer is still his favorite. (He was the light bringer and one of the first angels. Lucifer got banished from Heaven due to his pride and view of Man as inferior to Angels. He wanted to have more freedom, even if it meant going against the rules.).”

Question 24: How would you react if you met an overlord of Hell?

Gray: “Depending on the individual, I presume one of two things would happen. I would either be killed on sight or verbally toyed with until I lost my patience. Given my current state, I cannot afford an encounter with an overlord of Hell. I suppose I would just keep my distance and avoid making any moves against them at this present time.”

Question 25: How old is Blue Raven by demon standards?

Gray: “Blue Raven, I believe this is a question for you to answer.”

Blue Raven: “Alrighty then. How old am I demon’s standards? Well, that’s a loaded question. Some people think it’s how long you’ve lived on Earth with the number of days, weeks, months or years you’ve spent in Hell added onto that. Others just count by the amount of time spent in Hell alone. Just to make it seem less pathetic, I’ll go with the former and say I’m 23 by demon standards, which really isn’t much when you’ve got demons like Alastor, Vox, Angel Dust, Mimzy, etc. who have been down there decades longer. Back to you, Gray.”

Gray: “That will be all for this session. We sincerely apologize if this session was longer than anticipated (but why apologize?). Stay tuned for more Q and A. Have a blessed day, and God be with you.” Gray the Exterminator Q and A by BlueRaven 666 Part 3 Gray: “Greetings, mortals. Before I begin this installment of questions and answers, there are a few things I would like to say. Firstly, Blue Raven and I wish to thank you for helping this channel, surpassing 6,000 subscribers. We are grateful for your support and look forward to what’s to come as the channel continues to grow. Secondly, we have been made aware of the crisis that is currently taking place on Earth and urge everyone to stay safe out there in the coming weeks. The sooner humanity works to keep each other safe, the sooner this crisis will end and social events and activities will resume. To start this off, a lot of you seem to be curious about my interactions with Blue Raven since I would up down here and became a part of his YouTube channel.”

Question 1: Are you and Blue Raven getting along?

Gray: “I will say that there are quite a few pros and cons about living with a demon. Our sworn truce prevents us from killing each other. However, we do tend to get on each other’s nerves quite a bit. Speaking in expletives is practically a second language down here, whereas, it’s a forbidden one in Heaven. I can easily make my point without the use of swearing or curse words, a concept that Blue Raven seems to struggle with. Have you got anything to add to this?”

Blue Raven: “Oh no, F**ck!”

Gray: “You see?”

Question 2: Do you and Blue Raven do anything to annoy each other?

Gray: “Well, Blue Raven has been trying to coax me into swearing as well. Most demons are nocturnal and Blue Raven is no exception. The brightness of his computer screens tends to keep me up during the night as he works.”

Blue Raven: “Ok, my turn. Gray is an angel and is required to worship God Every. Single. Day. That…uh…that kind of behavior tends to call problems for us demons.”

Question 3: What is life like for an Exterminator in Heaven?

Gray: “Not good. Not terrible, by any means, but most definitely not good. You see, we’re not the pure, innocent souls like most angels in Heaven. We exist solely to kill. As such, our lives solely revolve around training for the next extermination and keeping the demon population in check. We are taught from an early age to be apathetic, which tends to bleed into our daily lives outside of the Extermination. This can lead to us being unkind and uncaring toward our fellow Exterminators, including family and friends.”

Question 4: What is Heaven like, over all?

Gray: “From an Exterminator’s perspective, it is like the way humans view the Earth’s oceans: fascinating, vast, and largely unexplored. You see, Exterminators make up roughly five percent of Heaven’s total population and we aren’t permitted to step outside of our boundaries, unless we’re needed. What we Exterminators know about Heaven is limited to what we know about our own territory and what Exterminators that have been recruited from the outside population have told us. The region of Heaven where Exterminators dwell is very simple. We have houses, neighbors, families, children, pets, gardens. There are public places where we can partake in outdoor activities and social events like sports as the weather is usually comfortable year round. Popular sports in heaven include volleyball, gymnastics, and competitive flight races.”

Question 5: “Do you have any friends?”

Gray: “I do. His name is Cinder. He’s a former angel that was recruited to join the Exterminators for questioning God’s rule. He can be identified by an X that completely takes over the place of his right eye, pearly armor and a sad expression cast over his face rather than the traditional malicious smile most Exterminators bear.”

Blue Raven: “Gray has a bit of a crush on Cinder!”

Question 6: How are Exterminators viewed in Heaven’s society?

Gray: “Our existence is a bit controversial amongst the denizens of Heaven. There are some who see us as a necessary evil that is essential for keeping the population of Hell in check. Others see us as being no better than the demons we slay. Regardless of whom you may ask, however, no angel who isn’t an Exterminator wants to be associated with one.”

Question 7: Do you ever wish you weren’t an Exterminator?

Gray: “Sometimes. There are days where I wonder if being an Exterminator is the only thing life has to offer me. However, being an Exterminator is all I’ve ever known and I’m not sure how I’d be able to handle deviating from that path.” Blue Raven: “You could just stay down here, where nothing is off limits and everyone wants to kill you.”

Question 8: Do you have to earn your wings/halo/weapons?

Gray: “Our wings manifest in early childhood and we learn how to fly in adolescence. Our halos are given to us once we reach adulthood and as shown as a sign that we are ready to step up and join our fellow Exterminators as soldiers. Halos are hand-made and made of glass. All first time soldiers are given the choice to carry a sword or spear. With other weapons such as crossbows, sickles, and scythes, require additional training and must be earned.”

Question 9: Is there a minimum number of demons an Exterminator has to kill per Extermination?

Gray: “Yes and no. It is frowned upon if an Exterminator doesn’t like to kill demons at all. However, those chosen from the outside population of angels are told they only need to achieve one kill per Extermination. The average kill count for an ordinary soldier is between 40 and 50. More experienced Exterminators or those who happen upon a larger number of demons in a particular area can score up to a hundred or more kills. Silver’s highest kill count stands at 392.”

Question 10: What is your highest kill count?

Gray: “My highest kill count stands at 74. Most of the victims were imps.”

Question 11: Would you kill a child/baby that was born in Hell?

Gray: “No. Most Exterminators won’t, especially babies. Even the children at are born in Hell are defenseless up until a certain age. Coming across a child or an infant in the streets during the Extermination is rare and we are more inclined to go after the parent responsible for leaving the child unattended rather than the child themselves.”

Question 12: How long do most Exterminations take?

Gray: “We are usually in Hell for the full 24 hours on Extermination Day. However, sometimes we finish our work early and elect to return to Heaven. Extermination Day feels like the longest day of the year! The shortest recorded Extermination lasted for 16 hours.”

Question 13: What would an Extermination look like in Heaven?

Gray: “If Heaven ever became overpopulated to the point of where an Extermination was being considered, the Exterminators would be the first to be weeded through. Angels would also most likely go through rounds of vigorous testing to see if they are deserving of Heaven. Those who obtained entry simply by accepting God but never acting upon it (those who have never prayed or gone to church), would likely be banished to Hell automatically.”

Question 14: How do Exterminators travel to and from Hell?

Gray: “There is a portal that we go through that is summoned. It looks like an enormous tornado that is just beginning to form! It is disorienting to go through, but it is much quicker than just trying to fly.”

Question 15: Can humanity contact Heaven/Hell?

Gray: “Uh, Blue Raven, do you have an answer to this?”

Blue Raven: “Indeed, I do. We’ve only recently discovered a way to contact the living world trough social media, but it’s a pain in the ass and only Vox and I really know how to do it. You could also do it the old fashioned way, with Ouija board, or some ancient ritual. Proceed with caution if you do decide to use an Ouija board. Go poking around online for a while and you’ll run into something. I’m not responsible for what happens if you successfully summon a demon! We’ve stopped accepting animal sacrifices as payment, so stop killing animals to try and summon us demons. Animal abuse is bad! We don’t take that kind of payment anymore.

”Gray: “Raven, what happens to kids who end up in Hell?”

Blue Raven: “Well, define kid, because I consider anyone who looks younger than 16 a kid. Regardless, 99 percent of the time when you see a child in Hell, chances are they’re a natural born demon, but there are mortal born children that die and end up in Hell and usually they deserve it. You know the brats they are, nothing but mean and disrespectful to everyone that’s around them. Kids that have killed animals intentionally for one reason or another, the ones that engage in sexual or drug activity at a very early age, willingly. Mind you, there are children that wind up in Hell and it’s becoming more common as time passes. There is a line that kids are crossing to where they aren’t beacons of innocence anymore and they aren’t given a free pass when they wind up in Hell. In fact, they are the first ones to be singled out to be tormented by the demons down there and most of them can’t do a damn thing about it. So I’d say if you’re a kid, younger than 18 in human years, get your act together. Save the adult things for when you are an adult because God doesn’t care if you’re a kid, what age you were when you died, if you soul has been corrupted enough to go to Hell, then you’re going to Hell and it’s not going to be a fun experience.”

Question 17: How many sins does it take to send a person to Hell?

Gray: “Blue Raven said that if you committed enough sins, to the point where your soul is no longer pure enough for Heaven, you will be sent to Hell. It could take as much as killing a single person without remorse or committing several sins.”

Question 18: Why are you gray?

Gray: “Because both of my parent’s natural coloration was gray. I just am. Why I was named Gray, I don’t know. It wasn’t my idea.”

Blue Raven 666: “It was my idea to create Gray and Blue Raven as my avatar OC.”

Question 19: Can girls be Exterminators?

Gray: “Of course they can. In fact, I believe women make better Exterminators than men. They tend to be more flexible, agile, and better at quick decision-making than males.”

Question 20: Do humans have an accurate depiction of God?

Gray: “Not in the slightest. I can’t go into much detail under angelic law, but he’s definitely not like how humans see Him. His image has been corrupted by so many human minds that couldn’t handle the information they were presented with that they came up with a much more appealing image, most humans know today. They changed His overall image to better fit their own ideals.” (God is supposed to be a figure who is accepting of everyone’s background, provided they do good things in their lives. Worship is important, but doing good actions for one’s community and the world is even better. Good and bad behavior is learned over time as people grow up. We learn from our parents, peers, teachers, the government, and social institutions, religion being one of them. As we are created in His image, we must do our part in honoring Him and caring for ourselves and humanity the best way we can. He manifests in different faiths: Christianity, Islam, Judaism, etc. Messengers of God, Jesus, Abraham, Mohammed, etc. are different individuals who represent similar cultural ideals. He not only is part of nature and the universe, He is those very things. He is often depicted as a bearded man in the clouds, kind of like Zeus, but he is more than that. He takes forms beyond just human. He is light, His is the life-giving sun, He is the star-filled night that makes us look up in awe and wonder. He can be felt in every act of kindness, every prayer and devotion, in all the moments where people come together to ask for forgiveness, share their stories, or to just share the comforting, if not orderly experiences of going to church every Sunday. Over time, humanity has altered His image to exclude individuals who don’t fit certain standards (ex. loving the same sex, those who do not believe in God, marginalized groups of people etc.) Church and religion has been seeped in the desire for money, power and privilege, instead of its assumed role in bringing communities together who believe in something greater than themselves. “Love thyself, love thy neighbor, love thine enemy”…religions set standards and views of what is right and wrong for people to follow. But has that always been true? They say His word and rules never change, but when society evolves over hundreds of years, one comes to realize that one thing that’s forever constant is change…and as God is constant, change is also a part of Him.)(Feel free to disagree, I’m not religious.)

Gray: “That’ll be all. Blue Raven, I’ll let you take things from here.”Blue Raven: “I am NOT doing the “God be with you” part, just so we’re clear! Thank you guys so much. We know things are bad out there, we know you guys are probably getting restless and want to go out and do things with your buddies, but the best thing you guys can do for yourselves and your loved ones right now is obey any stay at home orders going on at the moment, practice, social distancing, and for f**ks sake, wash your hands and wear your protective face masks when you go out. Use common sense, don’t be dummies! Sooner people start cooperating, the sooner the orders will be lifted and businesses can reopen. Going out to get a haircut isn’t worth you or your loved one’s life, alright. Stay safe out there.”Gray: “But I thought you hated the humans.”Blue Raven: “Shh. They (other demons) don’t need to know. Humans watch my videos, after all.”

Blue Raven 666 Interrogation Q & A by BlueRaven666 Part 4

Blue Raven: “Hello everyone, Blue Raven here, and for this session of questions and answers, we’re switching things up a bit. You see, between the Q and A sessions we’ve done so far and my last upload a lot of info was leaked that Hell has been taking note of effectively pissing off Gray and causing them to quite possibly holding me at spear-point as I’m recording this. So for this session, Gray will be taking a break as I answer some of your hard pressed questions about myself, demons, and life in Hell. I’m gonna be honest, you guys had a lot of questions and so I think that justifies Gray’s feelings a bit. I mean, you all know more about them than you do me at this point, so I’ve picked 24 of your most hard-pressed questions about me, demons, and Hell.”

Gray: “I have answered a total of sixty five questions for you, Raven. I refuse to come back until you’ve done the same.” (Now Blue Raven has to post more videos lol)

Blue Raven: “Oh god dammit.”

Question 1: How long have you been in Hell?

Blue Raven: “Almost five years, I believe. First got here summer of 2015 and I’ve been here ever since.” (Perhaps when he started YouTube?)

Question 2: What kind of demon are you?

Blue Raven: “Okay, you see, I didn’t know the answer to that, myself, until just recently. There’s a lot going on here: the blue wings, the tail, the horns, none of which are immediately identifiable as a single type of animal. As it turns out, I’m a dragon demon. Yes, Hell has dragons and dragon demons. It actually took another dragon demon to point this out before I realized it. (Was it Hatchet from Zoophobia? What if Blue Raven met Fitch and other dragons while Gray has to escape Adina, the evil head of the Exterminators who tortures other demons?)

Question 3: What are your powers/abilities?

Blue Raven: “Nothing that’s worth writing about, really. I can breathe fire, fly, grab things with my tail, and thanks to Vox, I know how to contact people and entertain in Hell and the living world. That’s knowledge that I can’t leak to anyone or Vox said he’d kill me so don’t bother asking.”

Question 4: Which city do you live in?

Blue Raven: “I live in the part of Hell that’s known as the Styx, a.k.a. the middle of fuckin’ nowhere. Vox actually had to have a communication tower built where I live just so I could receive Wi-Fi because I don’t want to live in the city.”

Question 5: How do you die?

Blue Raven: “Okay, let me make you all aware of the first unspoken rule of Hell: do go around asking everybody how they died. Natural-born demons will take personal offence to that (“Are you saying I’m a low scum sinner?”. What I will say about my death was that it was the result of a broken heart. Put the pieces together and I’ll eventually figure it out.”

Question 6: Why are you in Hell?

Blue Raven: “Oh boy. Let me list the reasons; not believing in God, practicing witchcraft and Satanism, reading Tarot, I interrupted a church service once, being LGBTQ+, gluttony, big one right there, envy, greed, sloth, you know, I think I’m beginning to see why I’m a dragon demon.

Question 7: What is daily life like for a demon in Hell?

Blue Raven: “Well, I mean I can’t speak for everyone that’s down here but on a typical day, I wake up, have about three cups of coffee, eat some breakfast, watch some YouTube videos, work on some of my own videos, go to my day job at the local preschool. After work, I chill out at home for a little bit, watch some more YouTube videos, work some more on my own stuff, and then I go to bed and that’s my average daily routine. If you hear of me doing anything more than that, it’s a special occasion.”

Question 8: Does time still apply to Hell?

Blue Raven: “Yeah. You can’t visually tell the difference between day and night, but we have a.m. and p.m. We have clocks and calendars, so time still does apply to Hell, it’s one of the realm’s ongoing tortures, actually.”

Question 9: What is the government system of Hell like?

Blue Raven: “Very simple. If a member of the royal family orders you to do something, yeah, do it. If one of the Gnostic demons orders you to do something and you’re a lower rank than them, you do it or get ready to fight and lose. If an overlord tells you to do something and they’re more powerful than you, you do what they say or square up. Demons and sinners can pretty much do what they want down here, but the moment someone of a higher rank or someone who holds more power gives you an order, you better do it or you could end up being double dead before the next Extermination comes around.”

Question 10: Is there gender/racial segregation in Hell?

Blue Raven: “In a way, yes. You’ve probably heard the saying birds of a feather flock together, right? That aspect tends to be applied to Hell society. Demons usually socialize with those of the same species, or those that are down here for the same sins. One type that nobody associates with down here are the cho-mos (child molesters) and the perverts. It gets kind of complicated when it comes to gender, though. You see, I’d say around 90% of us don’t really know how to keep it in our pants for those who were born human. That fact doesn’t really matter because we’re infertile, but natural born demons are able to reproduce, so unless they’re looking to create a boom in the population, the males and the females tend to be kept separate.”

Question 11: Where do new denizens spawn in Hell?

Blue Raven: “Literally anywhere. There’s no one single place that sinners manifest after they die. We don’t fall through arriving in Hell. It’s almost like waking up, only in a totally different from and someplace you’ve never been before.”

Question 12: Do people in Hell get sick?

Blue Raven: “Yes, we do. You can thank pestilence for every pandemic or illness to ever come into existence on Earth, but we do get sick down here in Hell to rot. Horn rot, tail rot, hoof rot, a whole lot of rot. But tapeworms are coming down here too, and you can’t trust the doctors down here because most of them are either witch doctors, plague doctors or quacks. So if you do get sick down here, you’re kind of screwed.”

Question 13: How do demons get their forms?

Blue Raven: “It depends on a wide variety of factors. Your personality, your sins, how people viewed you in life, how you died and so on. We continue to change and evolve as we continue to exist in Hell so forms can change over time. (I mean, look at this guy, he’s a fuckin’ gun.)”

Question 14: What happens if you get injured in Hell?

Blue Raven: “Unless it’s an angel’s weapon, or your form gets completely destroyed beyond repair, nothing. Bruises and scratches heal pretty quickly. Broken bones take only a couple days to heal up. Bullet and stab wounds are nothing. The bitch of the situation comes in when it’s an angel’s weapon. Then the injury takes eight times longer to heal, and it if’s fatal, it’s fatal.”

Question 15: Would you ever sign a contract/make a deal with an overlord?

Blue Raven: “I kind of already have with Vox. I wanted some decent technology to start making videos online. I got a hell phone and now I work for him. Don’t make deals with demons, kids.”

Question 16: What is your relationship with Vox?

Blue Raven: “It’s just an employer-employee sort of dynamic, nothing more.”

New message from: Vox: Oh so you’re a liar now too, eh?

Blue Raven: “Stop tapping into my microphone you creep.”

Question 17: What would happen if someone were to break a deal with a demon?

Blue Raven: “Oh, you don’t want to do that, my friend. Your soul will belong to the demon for all eternity either way, unless that demon gets killed. Humans have been killed for trying to break off their deals if not them, than their friends, family, and even pets. Again, don’t make deals unless you intend to hold up your end of the bargain.”

Question 18: How does a demon become an overlord?

Blue Raven: “Do I look like a demon that has achieved overlord status? I don’t know. I know Alastor defeated a bunch of overlords that used to be in power, so I guess that’s one way to go about it.” (Demons who have committed a bunch of horrible sins (both in Hell and on Earth) and had an infamous status on Earth are more likely to become overlords…especially those either born to higher class families on Earth or those in Hell who have tapped into their powers and evolved. In Hell, the “Survival of the Fittest,” “Might Makes Right” applies very often.)

Question 19: Who’s the oldest demon in Hell?

Blue Raven: “I’m pretty sure it’s Lucifer, along with the other fallen angels that were cast out along with him. (Beezelbub, Leviathan, Azael, etc.)

Question 20: Is Lucifer a fallen angel?

Blue Raven: “Yes.”

Question 21: Why are you so nice for a demon?

Blue Raven: “I don’t know. I think I might be trying to compensate for something. Who knows?”

Question 22: Are you tired of being in Hell?

Blue Raven: “If I’m being honest with myself, no. I get tired of certain people, yes, but in my own opinion, Hell isn’t that bad, at least where I’m at. I’m a dragon demon, so I’d say I’ve adjusted to Hell’s climate pretty well I think. If it’s miserable down here, yeah well that’s because you’re from Heaven where everything is perfect, (angry) including the temperature.”

Question 23: Do you think Charlie’s plan could work?

Blue Raven: “I mean, I think it could be in theory, anything’s possible, right? However, there are a lot of sinners that are leading good lives down here that they really don’t want to give up. So I think it’s all a matter of if a sinner wants to be rehabilitated and go to Heaven. You can’t exactly help someone who doesn’t want to help themselves.”

Blue Raven: “Okay, that’s 23 questions answered. Whatever, this was fin. Now let’s hope I don’t get into any major trouble for it.”

Greetings, mortals of Earth. I am an angel who was born in Heaven long ago. You’ve probably heard of us: we are messengers of God who sometimes visit Earth to send messages or bless individuals. We are often portrayed as holistic beings with golden halos, white feathery wings, who play harps and frolic around in the ever-sunny sky. Well, Heaven has those kinds of angels, but there are many different types. Angels are divided into groups called choirs. From the highest rank to the lowest are: Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones, Dominions, Virtues, Powers, Principalities, Archangels and Angels. They all serve a variety of roles, from guarding God’s throne, to maintaining cosmic order, to inspiring harmony in the human and spirit world. Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and Uriel, are some of the most well-known, important Archangels.

There are also Angels of Death who are in charge of punishing sinners, often using flaming swords and other methods. There are some who aren’t as destructive and bloodthirsty, as, say, Samael. In fact, one angel, Azrael, is a benevolent being said to guide the souls of the deceased after death. Puriel judges and examines each soul after death. But still, there are others who teach sinners and the unfaithful harsh lessons, even beyond the grave. Sorry, getting a little off-topic here. Where do I come in and who am I?”Others call me Gray, and I am an asexual, gender neutral black-winged angel and Exterminator.

I know what you’re thinking, “A dark murderous angel without a gender or sexuality? That can’t be true.”

Alas, it is. Just like mortals, angels can identify as male, female, transgender, and anywhere in between. However, we are strongly encouraged (or perhaps even ordered) to push aside feelings of passion, lust, and other messy emotions. After all, we are constantly on duty, and all our destinies lead to one true purpose: unification with God. Or the universe, or the cosmos, however you’d like to phrase the inevitable force that connects us.

You see, not all of us are pacifists, born or made. I was born in a section of Heaven that is not found in your Bibles or textbooks. This area is exclusively for other Exterminators.

What is our purpose, you ask? Exterminators are responsible for slaughtering Hell’s denizens once every year to prevent overpopulation. The rules are simple: kill swiftly, show no mercy to anyone, and stay close to your fellow angels during the 24 hour time shift. Samael is our leader, and as you can imagine, he is quite ruthless and stern.

In terms of status, I am just a lowly soldier in the Exterminator rank. I can be recognized by my blue tipped right horn, x over my right eye, my blue eyes and mouth. Like the other Exterminators, I have black feathery wings, horns, talons, and I carry a unique weapon. To add to my lower rank, the other angels tend to look down on us due to our bloodthirsty nature. We have a drive to fight and move around, while the other angels are content to sit around studying, praying, singing, or dancing peacefully. It is not what you would call racism; but more like the reaction one gets when your coworkers find out you work at a cemetery or morgue.

Yes, the work is dangerous, depressing and not for the faint of heart. But it must be performed efficiently by some people. Not only must we kill demons during the annual purge, but we also must be careful not to get killed by powerful overlords residing down there. Laying down our lives is a part of war, whether it’s serving God or protecting your home country and citizens.

I was born into a family of seasoned Exterminators, so I had no choice in the grand scheme of things. Deciding to pursue any other occupation would dishonor my family and my community. The punishment would be immediate banishment to Hell…basically a death sentence. So, I mustered up my courage and followed in my family’s footsteps (or wing-flaps).

During one of the annual Exterminations, an unfortunate event occurred. After being knocked unconscious by an attacking demon, my brethren assumed I was dead. They left me behind, flying into the portal and out of sight. By the time I came to my senses, the purge was over and the portal had closed. Flying back to Heaven would be impossible…the distance was far too vast to cover. I stayed hidden in the shadows and forged for food. Then, this demon showed up and decided to take me in. His name was Blue Raven 666, a tall humanoid with blonde hair, blue eyes, white horns and a blue shirt with 666 on it. He has an ability to look into events and come up with theories to try and explain why things are the way they are. He seems to have some knowledge about Niffty, Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, and several other characters. Angel has complex relationships with his father Henroin, Aranea his white spider mother, and his siblings Aracknis and Molly. Strangely enough, Molly isn’t a demon, yet she can enter Hell freely. But his ideas are just unconfirmed theories, albeit plausible ones. For instance, Vaggie may have been a fallen angel due to her use of a harpoon spear, an x over her eye and her willingness to kill/threaten powerful, suspicious demons.

Ah, here I go again, babbling on and on. You’re probably not interested in such abstract perspectives, but it’s one of the topics to keep me entertained before I go back to Heaven.

Why Blue Raven took me in, I’ll never know. Perhaps he took pity on me after seeing me in a weakened state on the brink of starvation. Maybe he was trying to keep an open mind, like me. Surely not all angels were good and not all demons were bad. It was a temporary truce between an angel and a demon, one that was fragile and unknown to anyone else. While we got acquainted, Blue Raven told me about the demon princess Charlie. She had set up a hotel for the purpose of redeeming sinners and sending them to Heaven. Given how many evil sinners and demons were down here, I figured that it was nearly impossible to achieve such a goal.

Then again, stranger things have happened. Even our fallen brother, Lucifer isn’t all bad. Sure he may be prideful, but he does care for his wife and daughter very much. He was banished from Heaven due to God creating mankind and favoring them over the angels. The rules in Heaven are strict, so it’s no surprise that someone like him would rebel. I’m just counting myself lucky that I’m still alive. If it hadn’t been for my new demon acquaintance, I would’ve surely perished out there. (And no, I’m not a fallen angel; I still hold my status as an Exterminator.) Hopefully, once I return to Heaven, things will return to normal and I can resume my duties.

I’ll be here to answer any questions you may have, and Blue Raven 666 will be happy to help. Be sure to go check out his channel and videos. If you’re a Hazbin Hotel fan who likes to dive deep into theories and possibilities, then his channel is for you. Please take care of yourselves and those around you. I heard there’s a deadly virus known as coronavirus-19 going around on Earth and I want to make sure you mortals stay safe. Heaven’s getting more crowded each day, but it can be assured that everyone’s doing fine up here. Thank you for your time, and as we say in Heaven: “Have a blessed day and God be with you.”

Oh, you’re still here? Would you like to hear more about me? I’d love to talk more about Heaven and who I am. Very well, then. Let us begin…

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Episode 19: The Stranger

I looked out the window in my room. I could see the backyard from here and my mind instantly went back to that day. That horrible night that Grace Wallace met her end. Her screams still echoing in my mind. Screams of agony. Screams of fear. I had only fallen asleep for a few seconds, but that was all that was needed for me to be too late. Too late to save her. Too late to do anything, but yell for help and watch her helplessly. Out this very window.

“Vince would kill me if he saw me still sitting here like this,” I thought. He had told me to get out and do something today. I must admit I was spending a lot of time moping under the covers these past two days. Barely sleeping, but anchored here by an invisible ball and chain from the sheer trauma of seeing what I saw that night. If I was to ever heal or "move on", I would have to get up and put one foot after the other. Walk back out into a world where the stuff of nightmares became real. What a hopeless existence.

I had considered laying back in bed for a moment as I sleepily stared at the posters DJ has plastered on the wall, but I forced myself off the bed and stumbled slightly out the door. Staying in bed had made my legs feel like Jell-O, but I pressed on.

I headed down the stairs towards the kitchen. There I found Aaron sitting at the table alone. Only a cup of joe kept his company as he sported a sullen expression on his face.

"Good morning, Ms. Anderson," he mumbled upon seeing me.

"Hey," I said sounding pretty lackluster myself.

I slid down in the chair beside him and he remained staring off in the distance. I looked around for evidence of breakfast, but the table was barren and there seemed to be no signs of breakfast even being prepared anywhere.

"So did I miss breakfast?" I asked genuinely confused.

The doctor chuckled. "No. There is no breakfast. Scraps. We're low on supplies right now."

"Well that's sucks," I murmured. "Is that's what wrong with you? Are you hungry like I am?"

"No. Well, I could use a bite, but that's not what's wrong with me," he said. "It's just I have a bad feeling about today. Your companion Vince, Matthew, DJ, and Nathan went out today and I can't help but worry. I wanted to express my concerns last night, but no one ever listens to me."

"Well, I'm sure there be fine."

"Maybe, but I'm barely ever wrong about these things," he sighed. He then flashed me a small smile. "Anyway, I can make you some coffee if you like. Do you like coffee?"

"Not really. I sort of hate it."

He laughed softly lightening the mood. He took a sip of his own coffee cringing a bit. Suddenly, he looked up and gasped. I looked over to see Nathan now standing in the stairwell doorway. The doctor jumped up from his seat, ran over to him, and hugged the statues man.

"You didn't go? I thought you went. Oh, thank God," he said deepening the hug.

Nathan didn't reciprocate though. He seemed distracted. He looked over Aaron's shoulder as if looking for something.

"Where's Lin?" he perplexed as he pushed the doctor away. He looked over at me. "Have you seen her? I saw her this morning and then she suddenly disappeared. Looked everywhere for her."

Aaron immediately looked insulted by the brush off. He frowned and sat down looking downcast. I shook my head no, but Wade then entered the room answering the question immediately.

"Damn Lin ran off with Matthew, DJ, and that delinquent," he growled walking over to the sink. "Damn woman got me doing dishes."

Strangely enough, much like Lin most mornings, he had an apron and rubber gloves on. A frilly apron to boot. All three of us couldn't take our eyes off of him. Any other guy could pull it off maybe, but Wade was a sight to see. He suddenly looked back at us with a wild look in his eye as if he had woken up from a trance. It took everything in me not to laugh at how ridiculous he looked. Even Nathan and Aaron looked amused.

"What you looking at?" he spat in his country accent. "Wipe those smiles off your faces. I know I look stupid."

"I'm glad you finally admit it," Aaron said under his breath snickering.

"So you're on dish duty?" I said stifling my laughter. "Did Madison go too?"

"No. Just Lin," he huffed. "I told her not to, but does she listen to me? No. Instead, she got me here washing dishes. Doing her job!"

"Anybody can wash dishes, Wade."

Nathan sighed. "Well, I was supposed to go. She must have slip pass me."

"Yeah, but you didn't did you golden boy?" he fumed. "Lazy good for nothing!"

"Wade. Give him a break," Aaron moaned reverting back to his pitiful state. He then scowled. "I'm sure Ms. Wu can take care of herself if she's so special."

Nathan furrowed his brow. "What you mean by that?"

The doc cut his eye at him and rolled his eyes. "Nothing Parker."

Nathan glared at Aaron and stormed off into the hallway. The doctor's mood seemed to sour from there and Wade was well Wade. It seemed like it was time for me to go. I got up from the table and went over to Wade who was slaving over dishes now. He glanced over at me as I did.

"Are you going to make something for breakfast? I'm sort of hungry," I whispered hoping he would offer me a snack before my departure.

He rolled his eyes. "Nope. We're running low. You can have that can of spam over there."

He pointed to the left to a can on the counter and I grimaced. "No thanks."

He shrugged. "Suit yourself."

"So Madison didn't go? Where is she?"

"Out front." He then whispered. "In my opinion, I think she's lost her marbles. Been out there since last night."

He went back to washing dishes mumbling to himself. I headed towards the front door and I could hear Nathan arguing with Madison just outside.

"I'm doing your job for you," Madison snarled. "Go back to sleep."

"Madison, now we know that's not how this works. Matthew wouldn't allow it and I'm here now. Let me take over."

"Sorry, but you should have been here this morning like you agreed. Not sleeping in!”

He shouted back. "I overslept! It's not like I meant to!"

"No, but you did and you jeopardized our safety by doing so. Someone could have easily snuck in here while you and Wade got your beauty sleep. Besides I thought you were supposed to go with Matt and DJ this morning. Skip out on that too?”

"Yes, but...!"

She sighed. “I heard enough, Nate. Just go back to bed or something."

I jumped out the way just in time as Nathan came busting through the door. He looked angry, but soften when he saw me. He gave me a nod and small smile before hurrying away. I then exit out the door and was greeted with the sight of Madison in full camo. She looked like she was ready for battle. She wore camo pants, a black shirt, and face paint with a rifle on her lap.

"Hey, there," she said greeting me as she looked out a pair of binoculars. "How you feel?"

"Ok, I think. Everyone seems to be acting weird though. Well, weirder than usual."

"Huh? What you mean?" she said looking at me through her binoculars.

"Nevermind."

"What you doing out here? Isn't Nathan supposed to be on watch?"

"Yeah, but I fired him. Him and Wade. Lazy bastards."

"You 'fired' them?"

"Yeah. I found Wade sleep last night while he was on watch. Then Nathan was a no show this morning. Decided it was about time I stepped up and do it the right way."

"So you have been out here all night!"

"So?" she said lowering her binoculars and shrugging. Looking closer I could see bags under her eyes. "I'm fine though."

"But all night?"

"I'm doing this for our safety. I know it sounds crazy, but something or someone is watching us."

"Yeah. Zombies or whatever you call them... walkers."

"No. It's something more than that. I know it! The message at the gas station said as much. Someone is watching us and we can't let our guards down," she exclaimed.

"Ok. Ok. Well, do you mind if I join you?"

I sat down on the bench beside her without hearing her answer. She flashed me a small smile and continued her watch. It almost seemed like she was looking for something specific. I squinted my eyes looking through the shrubbery for any sign of movement, but I saw nothing. Everything seemed to be the same as any other day. I sat there for a while though. Partly watching. Partly daydreaming. Boredom settling in, but a nice soothing calm washed over me. Maybe it had been good to get out. I would probably have nodded off, but then I saw something. I really saw something. I thought I was dreaming, but what I saw was real because Madison saw it too. A woman.

A red-headed woman in white from the looks of it. There was something mystifying about her. Otherworldly even. Her red hair looked like flames and her dress flowed behind her as she ran towards us. She almost looked angelic, but her dress was not untouched by the horrors surrounding us though. Blood decorated it much like blood decorated most things nowadays. It made her look a little ghastly. Like a fallen angel. Actually, the more you looked at her the more she looked frightening. I wasn't entirely sure if she was alive or dead. She hurried towards us silently. Her eyes focused on us and the house. Madison rose up immediately. She stood there almost frozen in fascination as well for a moment, but as she drew closer she snapped out of it and drew her gun.

"Help... me. Please help me," she said straining her voice. Her voice sounded almost inhuman.

She rushed over to the stairs and Madison aimed at her. She then flung herself on the steps submissively as if holding onto a life raft. She spoke again in the same dry horsed manner, but louder. "Please help me."

"Who are you? State your name!" Madison shouted looking down at her.

"Water....please. Water," she whispered.

"No. Name first."

"Please. I just want water. Please," she moaned. She turned her attention to me. "You. Will you give me water? Please?"

Madison scowled. "No, she won't."

"A sip of water. That all I ask," she pleaded.

"I can get her a cup," I said trying to defuse the situation.

"We don’t know this woman!” Madison fumed.“Let’s say we give her water. Then what's next? Food? Housing? Our deaths?"

“Well, a few weeks ago you didn’t know me either.”

She paused rubbing her temples and then sighed. "Fine. Go ahead. Give her a glass, but then she talks and if she's lucky she can leave without a bullet wound."

I ran into the house before she changed her mind, grabbed the nearest cup, filled it up with a bottle of water, and was out the door before Wade or anyone could say a word. When I returned both women were still in their same positions. Madison looked down at the stranger and the woman's pale anguish face looked up her.

I gave the woman the cup and she took it hungrily. She downed the whole thing without taking a breath and wiped her mouth. Then she suddenly lunged and grabbed my hands. Madison rushed forward and aimed the gun right at her head, but the woman seemed unfazed. She looked up at me and smiled.

"What is your name sweetie?" she asked. Her voice sounded smoother now.

"None of your business!" Madison spat. "What's your name?"

"I just wanted to thank my savior," she said eyeing her. "But since you insist, it's Gemma. Gemma Ryan. Nice to meet you despite the harsh circumstances."

"Audrey. It's Audrey." I mumbled cutting my eye at Madison expecting her to stare daggers at me.

She looked, but she didn't seem angry. Instead, she shrugged and stated her name. "Madison. Just Madison for now."

"Well, thank you, Audrey. Thank you, Madison."

She turned over on her back and slid down to the ground sitting. She held on to the cup and traced her finger around the rim. Something about her seemed almost childlike now. She peered up at me smiling again. "You got any more water? Still dying of thirst."

"No. I'm not done with you," Madison snapped. "Where you come from?"

"What do you mean?"

"You couldn't be traveling alone. You had to come from somewhere. You were also in a hurry. Why?"

She frowned and cocked her head eyeing Madison now. "I was running from what we all run from now. From the rotters." She fiddled with her fingers. "Thought that was obvious."

Madison scoffed. "I didn't see any of the dead after you and you still haven't told me where you come from."

The woman rambled on. "I lost them luckily. Seem like they’re getting faster, but I managed to lose em. I had been running from a large pack for a while. Then I saw your house. I was happier than a clam when I saw you living and breathing humans."

She continued laying her head back on the steps as if sunbathing. "Anyway, me and boyfriend got split up. I lost him a few miles back on the road. We got caught up in a herd of them and he told me to go on while he distracted them. He could be dead for all I know."

Madison smirked. "Well, you seem really broken up about it. Seem like you made a miraculous recovery too."

"What you mean by that?" she shot back. She then buried her head in her hands and began whimpering. "Of course I'm worried about him, but I haven't had time to let it sink in you know? I've been running for my life this whole time."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. I don't know where I'm going to even stay," she cried.

"Where did you stay before this?"

"In a car on the side of the road. I barely slept."

"Then you should go back there. We can't you help here," Madison said coldly watching the woman closely.

"But I can't go back," the woman said appearing frantic now as she climbed to her feet. "Those things busted the windows. It's not safe anymore."

"Nowhere is safe anymore. I'm sure you'll find somewhere else to sleep for the night though." She cocked her gun. "Now please leave the property. We're done here."

"Wait! You promised me another glass of water," she pleaded. She reached out for me again, but I backed away. "And maybe some food."

"I did no such thing, but we don't have enough anyway. Now please go away," Madison growled.

I intervened. "I'll...I can give her some more water. We did sort of insinuate we were going give her some more."

Madison was officially irritated by me now. She glared at me as I ran to get more water, but she didn't stop me. When I returned, Gemma was sitting down again with Madison looming over her menacingly. I quickly gave the woman the cup. She drunk it much slower this time. She glanced up at Madison as she did.

When she finished I took the cup from her and she buried her face in her hands again. Madison came closer and stuck the gun in her face. She looked up with teary eyes.

"You don't understand. I can't go back out there. I'm pregnant."

"What?"

"You can't put a pregnant woman out there with rotters can you?" she said staring up at us on all fours now. "I found somewhere safe with real live people and now I have to go out there again? To die? Me and my defenseless baby sent back out there to die."

Madison looked furious. She grabbed the woman's arm and forcefully pulled it up on her feet."You didn't say anything about being pregnant," she seethed.

Surprisedly, the woman smiled. "I wasn't sure if I should. Especially since I'm not showing yet."

"You're lying!"

I stood back unsure what to do or what to believe. Then I saw Wade appear on the porch. His eyes widen at the scene.

"What the hell are you doing?! Who the hell is she?!" he roared.

"No one. Dead if it's up to me," she fumed.

"Now now, Ms. Madison," I heard Mr. Jones bellow from the porch now beside Wade. "I think we can handle this without violence."

"But...!"

"I don't know exactly what's going on, but from what I hear we have a new guest and the disagreement you're having can be discussed in the house."

"But...!"

"Ms. Madison. Please. Let's be civil."

He approached us slowly. Madison let the stranger go and Jones, the calming force had our attention. Even the woman.

He smiled. "I heard a very beautiful voice. Who are you, ma'am?"

"Gemma Ryan. Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise. Why don’t you come right on in."

Been waiting to write for this new character for a while. Things about to get real interesting and scary.

P.S. Matthew and co. at the dump next.

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