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#Left hand of the Divine
enderevynne · 1 year
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DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION ➤ GIFS: Leliana
↳ The Wrath of Heaven
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banal-nadas · 2 years
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“The Left Hand blooms on the bush, remembering the light that shone in her darkness. She knows how to sing again.”
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deadlymaelstrom · 1 year
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“[The Circulum Infinitus] is an extremely dangerous artifact fueled by blood magic. And I cannot recall any good coming from something powered by murder.” ―Cassandra Pentaghast
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lovesickeros · 2 months
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☆ love; heretical and divine
{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood {☆} word count 0.8k
To love a God is heretical. It is an act of blasphemy– it is to drag them down from their throne of hollow gold, to topple the pedestal the worshipers uphold on their shoulders like lambs at the herders heel. It is the act of forcing them to their knees and ripping that beating heart of glorious gold and beautiful, cruel divinity from their chest, so pure it burns.
To love a God is to make them sin. To make them painfully, horribly human.
To love a God is to sin.
The love of a worshiper is no love at all, brilliant in its raw purity, untainted by sin. It is fear and obedience masked by adoration so overpowering it corrupts. It makes the lamb so unquestioning in it's faith it will never question the knife that cuts, the teeth that rip, the claws that tear. If the Creator deemed them unworthy of the very life crafted by their hands, then they must have committed a sin so grave there lay no salvation for their horrid soul.
But she is no worshiper– her lips speak of heresy as easily as she breathes, her words nothing but lies, cold and cruel like the ice that crawls along her skin like webs.
She loves a God like a lover should.
A damned sinner reaching longingly for the heavens.
She loves a God in the subtle brush of their lips, their muffled voices behind closed doors as they indulge in curiosity untamed. She is a sinner through and through, but she feels herself fall further with every brush of her hand across their cheeks, every touch she bestows upon them like a lover. She memorizes the imperfections of their body like memorizing a map– every scar, every mark, every line drawn on their body like a canvas, her touch the brush that stains the pristine white.
No devoted lamb shall ever see the painting they create in these stolen moments– it is for the eyes of a heretic so vile it makes them shudder, their body dirtied by the love of a woman so vile even their divinity is obscured by the ice.
The lambs may be satisfied with fleeting glimpses of gold and empty words from lips that guide them to the jaws of the wolves, but she is not. Her hands crave them like a starving hound, aching to touch that imperfect skin hidden by the veil of gold that obscures the painfully human body beneath. She longs to free them from the golden cage that binds them– to see their wings blot out the sky, their divinity tainted by sin and making them all the more beautiful for it.
It is a longing that leaves a festering wound that cannot heal, will not heal. Even if it could, she would not let it.
For as much as she tries, deny it as she may, she is no better then the blind lambs following the herder who holds a blade in their hand, glittering like gold in the sun, stained by dull red.
She is a fool, and what a fool they make of her with the touch of their hands against her skin– so cold it leaves frost on their fingertips. Yet they do not fear the cold, mapping out every inch of her imperfections, carved into her body by her own hands.
She has always been a heretic, cursing the divine until she could speak no more, but if divinity can be found in them – in this love that consumes, that burns her hands and her lips – then she is a Saint, praying at the altar until her throat bled.
But in the end, she has and will always be a cold woman with hands stained with blood. Until it is all she can taste, until it is all she can smell, until it is all she can feel. These hands of hers, heretical and divine, will bleed the God from their veins– she will become the wolf to their lamb until the rivers of Teyvat run gold with their ichor, until the gold bleeds into red, the taste of their divinity on her tongue.
Until she drags a God from their lofty throne and makes of them a monster.
There is no greater triumph to the heretic then to love a God into sin. To make a God sin to love.
To love is to be human, and they are no God.
Even if she must tear the gold from their very being until all that's left is something human. Even if Teyvat crumbles and decays, even if it begins over and over again..
She will do it again and again, until the gold can bleed no longer. Until her sins grow too great for Teyvat to contain.
To love a God is to devour, and be devoured. An endless cycle of sin that dulls the glow of gold into something new– something horrifying and divine, in it's own right. Something just as horrid as her, just as divinely corrupted by the sins she carries on her shoulders like a trophy, as gold as the sun and as cold as ice.
Divinity, carved into something human by love all consuming, until it all bleeds away and they begin their dance anew, for as many cycles as it takes.
An eternity, if she must, of dooming this world of theirs to fire and decay for a glimpse of the being snared by their golden shackles.
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#genshin cult au#genshin impact cult au#fic tag#tsaritsa#tsaritsa x reader#rip 2 anyone who expected like. a normal fic lol. lmao.#im very normal abt the tsaritsa and love its so tasty#i left it very up to interpretation what like. actually happens but. yknow.#i just think tsaritsa being the god of love and not knowing how 2 love without being weird abt it is fun#also wanted to dig into the concept of reader being fundamentally changed by being the creator besides gold blood yknow#but the tsaritsa Knows its changed you and she hates it. she hates it but how does one destroy what is divine?#how do you destroy the very thing that has created you in its hands so cruel and kind?#ive really gone off the deep end huh#this is a warning 2 the normal ppl u might as well leave now. lol#lowkey going for her actually straight up eating u but decided that was too weird for my first fic in a while. had 2 tone it down#i also wanted to add a bit of a concept of the constant resets teyvat goes through and how it plays into the themes#the tsaritsa constantly stuck in a cycle of getting rid of your divinity to be with you as you actually are but teyvat “dies” shortly after#bc obvs ur not the creator afterward so it just croaks and then it all resets again and again#but its the tsaritsa we r talking abt do u think that stops her. NO#obvs still up 2 interpretation go wild this was just what i intended#can u tell i have a lot of feelings abt tsaritsa and concepts of love from her pov. haha. I PROMISE IM NORMAL#i am mentally well why do u ask#what warnings do i add here. dont open this fic ive lost it maybe. yeah#covid rewiring my brain or smth idk man
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succulentsiren · 1 month
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When you follow your own path, there’s always going to be people who call you naive, unintelligent or immature since they themselves don’t understand your vision or path. Never let the attempts of doubters deter you from your goals. Stay focused and grounded in your ideas. Sooner than you know, everything you manifested will come into fruition and your success will speak for itself and shut everyone up. The people who were once talking about you, will be asking for your advice and trying to duplicate you.
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samaelsslave616 · 5 months
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satanachia666 · 1 year
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“Beelzebub and them that are with him shoot arrows.” 🏹😈
The Pilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan (1678) 🖤
Wikipedia
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To the Divine Self
A Luciferian Prayer
I call upon my divinity,
You who is within me,
You who is me.
Ignite me!
Divine self, blaze within me!
Divine wisdom, blaze within me!
Divine power, blaze within me!
Blaze within me with radiant flame
And be with me now and always,
And unto the ages of ages.
Amen!
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chiprewington · 2 days
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Wait so prester worships Perry as a divine figure?
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(art by my dear friend @cogs-inc)
yeah
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elusivedaydream · 1 year
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Prayer to the Elemental Demon Kings
Lord of the West and element Earth
King Belial, keep me grounded and ever full of myrthe
Your ruling domain is within the physical
Connected to mind, inspiring the mystical
Lord of the North and element Water
King Leviathan, Chaos Dragon, please make me stronger
Emotionally intelligent and wise as a serpent
Wash my spirit clean in your flowing current
Lord of the East and element Air
Oh, King Lucifer, please make me aware
Shine the sacred light
With all of your might
An enlightened state of consciousness is my divine right
Lord of the South and element Fire
King Flereous, of truth, creation, and destruction may you never tire
Ignite my passion and tell me secrets of divinity
Thank you for inspired action, defense, and mental acuity
Lord of the All and element Aether
Satan, great King, empower my spirit altogether
Gift me freedom and grant me choice
Because of you, sweet Satan, I have my own voice
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goldenyew · 1 month
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Annie Stegg Gerard. Falling Stars. Oil on Wood Panel.
Instagram: @ anniestegg
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rivilu · 11 months
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Forever thinking about the mage collective in Awakening. Where are they. What if Anders got to meet them. Unnamed mage Liaison guy I miss you.
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deadlymaelstrom · 2 years
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think being mooted is a lot like being knighted :)
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mz-elysium · 7 months
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shadowheart (esp after her selune path) will become leliana in a few years no im not accepting criticism at this time send tweet
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samaelsslave616 · 3 months
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Hail Lord Father Satan! He is with us always, and he truly can save us all, you just have to open up to him 🖤 do not let the lies of the enemy stray you from the dark embrace of SATAN for he will cradle you for eternity without judgment
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