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[thenighteternal]

Primordial Serpent - Upon Satan's Altar

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[mostlysignssomeportents]

Podcasting “Capitalists Hate Capitalism”

I'm touring my new, nationally bestselling novel The Bezzle! Catch me in Torino (Apr 21) Marin County (Apr 27), Winnipeg (May 2), Calgary (May 3), Vancouver (May 4), and beyond!

This week on my podcast, I read "Capitalists Hate Capitalism," my latest column for Locus Magazine:

https://locusmag.com/2024/03/cory-doctorow-capitalists-hate-capitalism/

What do I mean by "capitalists hate capitalism?" It all comes down to the difference between "profits" and "rents." A capitalist takes capital (money, or the things you can buy with it) and combines it with employees' labor, and generates profits (the capitalist's share) and wages (the workers' share).

Rents, meanwhile, come from owning an asset that capitalists need to generate profits. For example, a landlord who rents a storefront to a coffee shop extracts rent from the capitalist who owns the coffee shop. Meanwhile, the capitalist who owns the cafe extracts profits from the baristas' labor.

Capitalists' founding philosophers like Adam Smith hated rents. Worse: rents were the most important source of income at the time of capitalism's founding. Feudal lords owned great swathes of land, and there were armies of serfs who were bound to that land – it was illegal for them to leave it. The serfs owed rent to lords, and so they worked the land in order grow crops and raise livestock that they handed over the to lord as rent for the land they weren't allowed to leave.

Capitalists, meanwhile, wanted to turn that land into grazing territory for sheep as a source of wool for the "dark, Satanic mills" of the industrial revolution. They wanted the serfs to be kicked off their land so that they would become "free labor" that could be hired to work in those factories.

For the founders of capitalism, a "free market" wasn't free from regulation, it was free from rents, and "free labor" came from workers who were free to leave the estates where they were born – but also free to starve unless they took a job with the capitalists.

For capitalism's philosophers, free markets and free labor weren't just a source of profits, they were also a source of virtue. Capitalists – unlike lords – had to worry about competition from one another. They had to make better goods at lower prices, lest their customers take their business elsewhere; and they had to offer higher pay and better conditions, lest their "free labor" take a job elsewhere.

This means that capitalists are haunted by the fear of losing everything, and that fear acts as a goad, driving them to find ways to make everything better for everyone: better, cheaper products that benefit shoppers; and better-paid, safer jobs that benefit workers. For Smith, capitalism is alchemy, a philosopher's stone that transforms the base metal of greed into the gold of public spiritedness.

By contrast, rentiers are insulated from competition. Their workers are bound to the land, and must toil to pay the rent no matter whether they are treated well or abused. The rent rolls in reliably, without the lord having to invest in new, better ways to bring in the harvest. It's a good life (for the lord).

Think of that coffee-shop again: if a better cafe opens across the street, the owner can lose it all, as their customers and workers switch allegiance. But for the landlord, the failure of his capitalist tenant is a feature, not a bug. Once the cafe goes bust, the landlord gets a newly vacant storefront on the same block as the hot new coffee shop that can be rented out at even higher rates to another capitalist who tries his luck.

The industrial revolution wasn't just the triumph of automation over craft processes, nor the triumph of factory owners over weavers. It was also the triumph of profits over rents. The transformation of hereditary estates worked by serfs into part of the supply chain for textile mills was attended by – and contributed to – the political ascendancy of capitalists over rentiers.

Now, obviously, capitalism didn't end rents – just as feudalism didn't require the total absence of profits. Under feudalism, capitalists still extracted profits from capital and labor; and under capitalism, rentiers still extracted rents from assets that capitalists and workers paid them to use.

The difference comes in the way that conflicts between profits and rents were resolved. Feudalism is a system where rents triumph over profits, and capitalism is a system where profits triumph over rents.

It's conflict that tells you what really matters. You love your family, but they drive you crazy. If you side with your family over your friends – even when your friends might be right and your family's probably wrong – then you value your family more than your friends. That doesn't mean you don't value your friends – it means that you value them less than your family.

Conflict is a reliable way to know whether or not you're a leftist. As Steven Brust says, the way to distinguish a leftist is to ask "What's more important, human rights, or property rights?" If you answer "Property rights are human right," you're not a leftist. Leftists don't necessarily oppose all property rights – they just think they're less important than human rights.

Think of conflicts between property rights and human rights: the grocer who deliberately renders leftover food inedible before putting it in the dumpster to ensure that hungry people can't eat it, or the landlord who keeps an apartment empty while a homeless person freezes to death on its doorstep. You don't have to say "No one can own food or a home" to say, "in these cases, property rights are interfering with human rights, so they should be overridden." For leftists property rights can be a means to human rights (like revolutionary land reformers who give peasants title to the lands they work), but where property rights interfere with human rights, they are set aside.

In his 2023 book Technofeudalism, Yanis Varoufakis claims that capitalism has given way to a new feudalism – that capitalism was a transitional phase between feudalism…and feudalism:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/28/cloudalists/#cloud-capital

Varoufakis's point isn't that capitalists have gone extinct. Rather, it's that today, conflicts between capital and assets – between rents and profits – reliably end with a victory of rent over profit.

Think of Amazon: the "everything store" appears to be a vast bazaar, a flea-market whose stalls are all operated by independent capitalists who decide what to sell, how to price it, and then compete to tempt shoppers. In reality, though, the whole system is owned by a single feudalist, who extracts 51% from every dollar those merchants take in, and decides who can sell, and what they can sell, and at what price, and whether anyone can even see it:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/01/managerial-discretion/#junk-fees

Or consider the patent trolls of the Eastern District of Texas. These "companies" are invisible and produce nothing. They consist solely of a serviced mailbox in a dusty, uninhabited office-building, and an overbroad patent (say, a patent on "tapping on a screen with your finger") issued by the US Patent and Trademark Office. These companies extract hundreds of millions of dollars from Apple, Google, Samsung for violating these patents. In other words, the government steps in and takes vast profits generated through productive activity by companies that make phones, and turns that money over as rent paid to unproductive companies whose sole "product" is lawsuits. It's the triumph of rent over profit.

Capitalists hate capitalism. All capitalists would rather extract rents than profits, because rents are insulated from competition. The merchants who sell on Jeff Bezos's Amazon (or open a cafe in a landlord's storefront, or license a foolish smartphone patent) bear all the risk. The landlords – of Amazon, the storefront, or the patent – get paid whether or not that risk pays off.

This is why Google, Apple and Samsung also have vast digital estates that they rent out to capitalists – everything from app stores to patent portfolios. They would much rather be in the business of renting things out to capitalists than competing with capitalists.

Hence that famous Adam Smith quote: "People of the same trade seldom meet together, even for merriment and diversion, but the conversation ends in a conspiracy against the public, or in some contrivance to raise prices." This is literally what Google and Meta do:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jedi_Blue

And it's what Apple and Google do:

https://www.theverge.com/2023/10/27/23934961/google-antitrust-trial-defaults-search-deal-26-3-billion

Why compete with one another when you can collude, like feudal lords with adjacent estates who trust one another to return any serf they catch trying to sneak away in the dead of night?

Because of course, it's not just "free markets" that have been captured by rents ("Competition is for losers" -P. Thiel) – it's also "free labor." For years, the largest tech and entertainment companies in America illegally colluded on a "no poach" agreement not to hire one-anothers' employees:

https://techcrunch.com/2015/09/03/apple-google-other-silicon-valley-tech-giants-ordered-to-pay-415m-in-no-poaching-suit/

These companies were bitter competitors – as were these sectors. Even as Big Content was lobbying for farcical copyright law expansions and vowing to capture Big Tech, all these companies on both sides were able to set aside their differences and collude to bind their free workers to their estates and end the "wasteful competition" to secure their labor.

Of course, this is even more pronounced at the bottom of the labor market, where noncompete "agreements" are the norm. The median American worker bound by a noncompete is a fast-food worker whose employer can wield the power of the state to prevent that worker from leaving behind the Wendy's cash-register to make $0.25/hour more at the McDonald's fry trap across the street:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/02/02/its-the-economy-stupid/#neofeudal

Employers defend this as necessary to secure their investment in training their workers and to ensure the integrity of their trade secrets. But why should their investments be protected? Capitalism is about risk, and the fear that accompanies risk – fear that drives capitalists to innovate, which creates the public benefit that is the moral justification for capitalism.

Capitalists hate capitalism. They don't want free labor – they want labor bound to the land. Capitalists benefit from free labor: if you have a better company, you can tempt away the best workers and cause your inferior rival to fail. But feudalists benefit from un-free labor, from tricks like "bondage fees" that force workers to pay in order to quit their jobs:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/21/bondage-fees/#doorman-building

Companies like Petsmart use "training repayment agreement provisions" (TRAPs) to keep low-waged workers from leaving for better employers. Petsmart says it costs $5,500 to train a pet-groomer, and if that worker is fired, laid off, or quits less than two years, they have to pay that amount to Petsmart:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/08/04/its-a-trap/#a-little-on-the-nose

Now, Petsmart is full of shit here. The "four-week training course" Petsmart claims is worth $5,500 actually only lasts for three weeks. What's more, the "training" consists of sweeping the floor and doing other low-level chores for three weeks, without pay.

But even if Petsmart were to give $5,500 worth of training to every pet-groomer, this would still be bullshit. Why should the worker bear the risk of Petsmart making a bad investment in their training? Under capitalism, risks justify rewards. Petsmart's argument for charging $50 to groom your dog and paying the groomer $15 for the job is that they took $35 worth of risk. But some of that risk is being borne by the worker – they're the ones footing the bill for the training.

For Petsmart – as for all feudalists – a worker (with all the attendant risks) can be turned into an asset, something that isn't subject to competition. Petsmart doesn't have to retain workers through superior pay and conditions – they can use the state's contract-enforcement mechanism instead.

Capitalists hate capitalism, but they love feudalism. Sure, they dress this up by claiming that governmental de-risking spurs investment: "Who would pay to train a pet-groomer if that worker could walk out the next day and shave dogs for some competing shop?"

But this is obvious nonsense. Think of Silicon Valley: high tech is the most "IP-intensive" of all industries, the sector that has had to compete most fiercely for skilled labor. And yet, Silicon Valley is in California, where noncompetes are illegal. Every single successful Silicon Valley company has thrived in an environment in which their skilled workers can walk out the door at any time and take a job with a rival company.

There's no indication that the risk of free labor prevents investment. Think of AI, the biggest investment bubble in human history. All the major AI companies are in jurisdictions where noncompetes are illegal. Anthropic – OpenAI's most serious competitor – was founded by a sister/brother team who quit senior roles at OpenAI and founded a direct competitor. No one can claim with a straight face that OpenAI is now unable to raise capital on favorable terms.

What's more, when OpenAI founder Sam Altman was forced out by his board, Microsoft offered to hire him – and 700 other OpenAI personnel – to found an OpenAI competitor. When Altman returned to the company, Microsoft invested more money in OpenAI, despite their intimate understanding that anyone could hire away the company's founder and all of its top technical staff at any time.

The idea that the departure of the Burger King trade secrets locked up in its workers' heads constitute more of a risk to the ability to operate a hamburger restaurant than the departure of the entire technical staff of OpenAI is obvious nonsense. Noncompetes aren't a way to make it possible to run a business – they're a way to make it easy to run a business, by eliminating competition and pushing the risk onto employees.

Because capitalists hate capitalism. And who can blame them? Who wouldn't prefer a life with less risk to one where you have to constantly look over your shoulder for competitors who've found a way to make a superior offer to your customers and workers?

This is why businesses are so excited about securing "IP" – that is, a government-backed right to control your workers, customers, competitors or critics:

https://locusmag.com/2020/09/cory-doctorow-ip/

The argument for every IP right expansion is the same: "Who would invest in creating something new without the assurance that some­one else wouldn’t copy and improve on it and put them out of business?"

That was the argument raised five years ago, during the (mercifully brief) mania for genre writers seeking trademarks on common tropes. There was the romance writer who got a trademark on the word "cocky" in book titles:

https://www.theverge.com/2018/7/16/17566276/cockygate-amazon-kindle-unlimited-algorithm-self-published-romance-novel-cabal

And the fantasy writer who wanted a trademark on "dragon slayer" in fantasy novel titles:

https://memex.craphound.com/2018/06/14/son-of-cocky-a-writer-is-trying-to-trademark-dragon-slayer-for-fantasy-novels/

Who subsequently sought a trademark on any book cover featuring a person holding a weapon:

https://memex.craphound.com/2018/07/19/trademark-troll-who-claims-to-own-dragon-slayer-now-wants-exclusive-rights-to-book-covers-where-someone-is-holding-a-weapon/

For these would-be rentiers, the logic was the same: "Why would I write a book about a dragon-slayer if I could lose readers to someone else who writes a book about dragon-slayers?"

In these cases, the USPTO denied or rescinded its trademarks. Profits triumphed over rents. But increasingly, rents are triumphing over profits, and rent-extraction is celebrated as "smart business," while profits are for suckers, only slightly preferable to "wages" (the worst way to get paid under both capitalism and feudalism).

That's what's behind all the talk about "passive income" – that's just a euphemism for "rent." It's what Douglas Rushkoff is referring to in Survival of the Richest when he talks about the wealthy wanting to "go meta":

https://pluralistic.net/2022/09/13/collapse-porn/#collapse-porn

Don't drive a cab – go meta and buy a medallion. Don't buy a medallion, go meta and found Uber. Don't found Uber, go meta and invest in Uber. Don't invest in Uber, go meta and buy options on Uber stock. Don't buy Uber stock options, go meta and buy derivatives of options on Uber stock.

"Going meta" means distancing yourself from capitalism – from income derived from profits, from competition, from risk – and cozying up to feudalism.

Capitalists have always hated capitalism. The owners of the dark Satanic mills wanted peasants turned off the land and converted into "free labor" – but they also kidnapped Napoleonic war-orphans and indentured them to ten-year terms of service, which was all you could get out of a child's body before it was ruined for further work:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/26/enochs-hammer/#thats-fronkonsteen

When Varoufakis says we've entered a new feudal age, he doesn't mean that we've abolished capitalism. He means that – for the first time in centuries – when rents go to war against profits – the rents almost always emerge victorious.

Here's the podcast episode:

https://craphound.com/news/2024/04/14/capitalists-hate-capitalism/

Here's a direct link to the MP3 (hosting courtesy of the Internet Archive; they'll host your stuff for free, forever):

https://archive.org/download/Cory_Doctorow_Podcast_465/Cory_Doctorow_Podcast_465_-_Capitalists_Hate_Capitalism.mp3

And here's the RSS feed for my podcast:

http://feeds.feedburner.com/doctorow_podcast

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/18/in-extremis-veritas/#the-winnah

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[lenaellsi]

we really need to be able to separate "demon as species" and "demon as political affiliation" in good omens, because that is at the core of why so many people (including the characters in the show, especially aziraphale) are reluctant to acknowledge crowley as a true demon.

demon means BOTH "an angel who has fallen from heaven, has an animal aspect, and is weak to holy water and resistant to hellfire" and "an employee of hell who is loyal to satan." there is one word for both of these concepts. crowley fits one, but not the other. it's why he's simultaneously a "former demon" by his own words and also incredibly resistant to the idea that he is anything else.

not working for hell doesn't mean he's not really a demon. it doesn't mean he's in any better standing with god. it doesn't mean his fall wasn't something that changed him deeply, both on a physical level and as a person. it means he is struggling to find the vocabulary to define himself, because the system is not built for someone like him. it is impossible, in the minds of every character in the show except for crowley, to be a demon without being one of "the bad guys." it's impossible to have fallen without joining team hell.

the same is also true of angels. michael refers to aziraphale as a "former angel" in the same episode that crowley refers to himself as a "former demon." I don't think aziraphale would ever use that language for himself--he's very attached to his identity as an angel, and the closest he ever gets to calling himself anything else is when he's so upset at the end of the job minisode--but just as there's no word for a demon who is not associated with hell, there's no word for an angel who has been alienated from heaven.

but these identities still mean something for both crowley and aziraphale. a huge part of crowley’s personality and his moral code is his resistance to authority and his disdain for rules and predestination. likewise, a huge part of aziraphale’s personal code is still his allegiance to some sort of “greater good,” whether that be god or just a nebulous concept of a heaven that doesn’t exist.

and in addition to the philosophical divide, there are real tangible differences between the angel crowley used to be and the demon he is now. the distinction between “angel” and “demon” is not important in that it dictates whether a celestial being can be Good or Bad, but it is important in how it functions as a descriptor of the person’s prior life experiences, their relationship with god, and their physical characteristics.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #aziraphale #crowley #long post

[creature-wizard]

Check your conspiracy theory part two: double, double, boil and trouble

Does your conspiracy theory sound something like this?

There is a large number of people who practice a form of religion that demands animal and human sacrifices.

Their practices can be traced all the way back to ancient times.

They are responsible for many mysterious murders, disappearances, and animal deaths.

They especially prey on children, or require children for certain rituals.

Their rituals include immoral sexual activities.

They practice ritual cannibalism.

They use something from the victims' bodies for medicinal or mystical purposes.

They regularly cast curses.

They have special means of manipulating or controlling people's minds.

Strange medical and psychological symptoms are evidence that one has been targeted or tortured by these people.

Their rituals and holidays are viscerally disgusting mockeries of normal, wholesome rituals and holidays. Feces, urine, and blood are often involved.

Members are severely punished (physically and psychologically) for transgressions.

Members are frequently driven to suicide.

Members often lead double lives, often seeming to be good law-abiding citizens to the public.

There are numerous telltale signs that give their allegiance away; EG, strange body markings or owning things that could be used in rituals.

If evidence can't be found, it's because they have ways of hiding it.

They have ways of traveling and transporting victims to seemingly improbable locations with no one noticing.

They might believe themselves to be worshiping pagan gods, but it's actually a satanic deception.

All of these claims go back to early modern witch panic and blood libel. (There is significant overlap between these things.) You can find this kind of stuff claimed in literature like the Malleus Malificarum, A Discovery of Witches (the one by Matthew Hopkins), and the Compendium Maleficarum. You can also find information on the history of blood libel over here.

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[lancermylove]

Pickup Lines (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: DB, Royals, Simeon, Solomon, Thirteen with gn!Reader

Warning: Corny? Lol. Minors don't look under the cut.

Prompt: Which pickup lines would he use for you?

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Lucifer

"Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?"

“If you were words on a page, you’d be fine print."

"Are you a dictionary? Because you add meaning to my life."

Mammon

"Hey, are you a bank loan? Because you've got my interest, and I can't help but want to invest in you."

"If beauty were money, you'd be the richest person alive."

"If looks could buy, you'd bankrupt me in an instant."

Levi

"Are you a rare drop? Because ever since I met you, I feel like I've found the ultimate loot."

"Are you a cheat code? Because meeting you feels like I've unlocked a special power-up."

"If love were a game, you'd be my final boss."

Satan

"If you were a cat, you'd be a purr-fect 10."

"Do you believe in love at first chapter? Because ever since I met you, I can't stop thinking about the next page of our story."

"If you were a cat, you'd definitely have nine lives because one lifetime wouldn't be enough to spend with someone as special as you."

Asmo

"Are you made of diamonds? Because you shine brighter than any gem."

"Are you a mirror? Because when I look at you, I see the reflection of my dreams."

"If beauty were a crime, you'd be serving a life sentence."

Beelzebub

"If you were a fruit, you'd be a fineapple."

"If you were a cookie, you'd be a fortune cookie, because meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Are you a campfire? Because you're hot, and I want s'more."

Belphegor

"Are you a dream? Because every time I'm with you, I never want to wake up."

"Are you a cozy blanket? Because being with you feels like a warm hug."

"If sleep were a journey, you'd be the sweetest dream I've ever had."

Diavolo

"Are you a rose? Because just like its petals, your beauty is timeless and enchanting."

"If you were a kingdom, I'd gladly pledge my allegiance to you."

"Are you a royal decree? Because you've commanded my attention since the moment I laid eyes on you."

Simeon

"If you were a star in the sky, you'd be the most radiant one, outshining all the others."

"Do you have a map? Because I seem to have lost my way, and you're the only one guiding me towards the light."

"Are you a sunrise? Because every time I see you, you bring a new dawn to my day."

Barbatos

“I couldn't help noticing how captivating your smile is. It brightens up the entire room."

"Are you a puzzle? Because I'm intrigued by the challenge of figuring you out."

"If you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber."

Solomon

"Do you believe in magic? Because ever since you walked into my life, it feels like you've cast a spell on me."

"Are you eternity? Because with you, every moment feels like it lasts forever."

"Are you a scientist? Because you've just discovered the formula to my heart."

Thirteen

"Are you a lost soul? Because you've wandered into the realm of my heart."

"If you were a dessert, you'd be the cherry on top of my day."

"Are you a cupcake? Because you're cute, sweet, and I can't get enough of you."

N.SFW/heavily suggestive under cut!

Lucifer

"Are you a teapot? Because I'd love to steep with you and pour out all my secrets."

Mammon

"Are you a stock market? Because every time I think of you, my investments just keep rising."

Levi

"Are you a controller? Because I'd love to be in your hands."

Satan

"Are you a book? Because I can't seem to put you down, and I keep wanting to explore every page of you."

Asmo

"Are you a work of art? Because I can't help but admire every curve and contour of your beauty, and I'd love to explore you like a masterpiece."

Beelzebub

"Are you a marshmallow? Because I want to roast you over my fire."

Belphegor

"Are you a bed? Because I'd love to climb on top of you."

Diavolo

Dinner first, or can we go straight for dessert?

Simeon

Do you want to commit a sin for your next confessional?

Barbatos

"Are you a baker? Because you've got some buns that I'd love to knead."

Solomon

I’m not feeling myself today. Can I feel you instead?

Thirteen

"Are you a rainstorm? Because you make me wet.”

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[muscledemon666]

LET ME DO THY WILL SATAN!

Satan there is only you in the silence of my night. I know no other God, Hold no other Faith, Dream no other Dream. I call your name from the Highest Mountain so that all might know my allegiance lies only in you. You are my reason for living and the completed vision of my loins. Dwell within me Satan cradling me, and you never ending lust and darkness. These words are never ending as will be your Triumphant Reign. Fill my Sacs now that they’re seed might cleanse the world. We are one in Satan because Satan is in all of us. Let these arrows of my tongue pierce your enemies souls as our shafts rise in Victory! ( TELEGRAM: @darkdemondar666 ) share this message with all you know!

[theinfernalsanctuary]

I don't write this lightly, I don't mean to send anyone after this person, actually quite the opposite. This is a call to stay away from this person. I don't know who this "Dar" guy is personally, but I can tell you after reading through their posts that they are NOT following the teachings that they claim to promote.

Firstly, they are asking people to pledge their allegiance to HIM instead of Satan or any of the other denizens of Hell, this is cult behavior. No one who is safe to be around will EVER refer to themselves as an apostle or prophet. That is the mark of someone who is looking to do harm. Whether that be intentional or not, he could just be seriously deluded.

Secondly, he claiming to do what's called "godphoning" or where someone claims they can speak to a diety on your behalf. That is not true or safe. He could literally tell you anything with no proof, which is super dangerous. This is cult behavior. This is the EXACT tactic that a lot of cults have used to convince their followers to do horrible things for them. Do not fall for this. Stay safe.

This is the account. Please stay away.

Also on this note, stay away from thejoyofsatan and thejoyofsatan_uk they're a hate group posing as Satanists.

#hail satan #satanism #theistic satanism #satan #satanic #theistic luciferianism #the infernal gospel #ave satanas #the infernal circle #the satanic philosopher

[thesherrinfordfacility]

LWA: To expand on @robinwithay's point some more, I am thinking again about Crowley's equivalent to Aziraphale's stubbornness when it comes to rejecting Heaven. Crowley just will. not. learn. that actions have consequences, and that the responsibility lies with the agent, not some nebulous figure out there somewhere. What's striking, in fact, is that "actions have. consequences" is the closest thing the GO universe has to divine providence in action: when Crowley does something, it comes back to bite his occult arse, without fail, every single time. Shut down the cell phone network? Great, can't call Aziraphale. Make yourself look good to Hell? By golly, Hell is going to give you all the sweet assignments. (From their POV, anyway.) Turn a freeway into a demonic sigil? Whoops, it's on fire when you need to cross it, and also a lot of people are dead. Moreover, not only does the universe keep pointing this out to Crowley, but so do the other characters. In S1e1 alone, Hastur, Aziraphale, and SATAN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD all call him out on the whiny "why me?!" business, and Hell does it again in "The Resurrectionists." ("Off my head on laudanum. Not responsible for my actions!" HELL: Oh honey, no.) Arguably, "why me?" is the /one/ question to which Crowley gets a definitive answer, and he consistently refuses to listen to or learn anything from it.

Gaiman's very deliberate decision to prolong and inflate this aspect of Crowley's character is fascinating, because the Nuremberg Defense moment in the novel is there to put an /end/ to it. I keep harping on the Nuremberg Defense issue because in 1990, that was /topical/, not historical: at the time of publication, the most recent high-profile example of someone Nuremberg Defensing himself out of Nazi-era war crimes was Kurt Waldheim /in 1986/. Pratchett's and Gaiman's point in the novel is that Crowley's--and, more so than in the series, Aziraphale's--refusal to take responsibility for what they've done as Hell's and Heaven's agents leads inexorably to them thinking like, you guessed it, Nazi-era war criminals. But as of the end of S2, Crowley has still not come around to the moral epiphany about this that in the novel, Aziraphale has /first./ Instead, Gaiman's substitute for the Nuremberg Defense, the child murder subplot in S1, is averted in such a way that Crowley doesn't learn anything from it.

Further to the point that @robinwithay and others who responded made, you know who did learn something from the child murder subplot? Aziraphale. I said in an earlier ask that in S1, Aziraphale's own failure in the subplot is that he winds up deferring to Crowley's judgment, despite his own clear discomfort, because he cannot turn to Heaven for moral authority. "You can't kill kids" is not represented as a divine or infernal universal mandate--it's a /human/ mandate that transcends both. (That's entirely in keeping with the point, made in both the book and the series, that humans are capable of both far greater good than angels and far greater evil than demons.) In S2, Aziraphale does what he /should have done/ in S1, and says "no" to Crowley's proposal that Gabriel just be abandoned somewhere. I think people sometimes forget that Crowley, for all that he asks questions and nudges Aziraphale along out of his allegiance to the Heavenly party line, is not the series' moral arbiter. Aziraphale knows that Gabriel is facing "something terrible" and is not sure whether or not he's still "awful," but he does what S2 itself shows by the end to be the right thing. Doing the right thing sometimes means telling Crowley "no" and sticking to that no, just as, in S1, the moment Aziraphale hits on the right question to ask at the airfield, he moves /away/ from Crowley to stand with Adam.

good afternoon LWA!!!💕

okay so i feel some frank warning is due for anyone else reading my reply, especially if you're new around these here parts: what follows beneath the cut is going to be crowley-critical. it's not meant in bad faith, but recognising character shortcomings is important for all characters involved. there is (quite rightly) a lot of critique in relation to aziraphale in the fandom, and this is not in ignorance or denial of that - there are certainly points where aziraphale's actions throughout both seasons are called out, and i agree with a number of them - but a) that's not what im talking about here, that's a different post, and b) similar analysis of crowley is (as far as ive seen personally in the months ive been active) not as common - hence the post. if that's not your bag, fair enough, but take heed!!!✨

can't believe a fandom-specific cw for this is necessary but. here we are

(because i get asked this a fair amount - AWCW: Angel Who Crowley Was) (and just now recognising the grammatical error in this, ah well we move)

the part of crowley's character that does not accept consequences, and seemingly refuses to learn from them, is one of the most intriguing for me. as well as all of the instances that you've listed, this is something that we see as being so inherent to him that it even predates the fall; it's not a trait that is specific to crowley-as-a-demon, but to crowley-as-crowley. for all of the understandable reasons that AWCW felt he should ask questions, should challenge why his hard work and creativity was going to be put to waste as if it were nothing, he outright dismissed aziraphale's frankly prophetic advice that directly delivering criticism to the almighty, even if meant with the best of intentions, might spell for trouble... might even spell for AWCW's own personal ruin.

slightly unrelated, but another note: the mindset of, "if i were in charge", however much it might have been meant offhandedly or innocently, even connotes an incredible amount of hubris that, whilst not wholly condemnable in itself, gives an interesting insight into how crowley views himself from before the fall and going into present day.

AWCW's questions may come from a place of innocence and collaboration, and may speak to how much trust he placed in god/heaven to hear his questions with patience and understanding, but it still remains highly likely that he dismisses aziraphale's warning. and the reason he ignores it, most likely, is because it is not what he wants to hear, nor does it (in his eyes) benefit him to exercise caution. one could go a step further and suggest that this indicates a fatal "crowley knows best" mentality, which the rest of the two seasons doesn't exactly negate. and look - that's fine, ignoring advice is hardly an indictable offence, but if what you're doing goes to shit? that is on you.

shifting into speculation-mode in the absence of any confirmed account of the fall itself, we can presume that AWCW's questions fall on deaf/reticent/dismissive ears, and that will just as likely have left AWCW with a sense of frustration and resentment. i continue to be a really hopeful advocate of AWCW having had a lucifer-parallel narrative; that after what was essentially a dismissal, he may have precipitated (at least) the inception of the fall by way of knowingly or unknowingly planting the seeds of rebellion amongst the eventual-fallen... e.g. "they're not treating us fairly, all of our effort will be for nothing, all in service and deference to 'human beings', i tried to speak to god about it but they won't even hear me out."

i don't think he will have led the rebellion, that doesn't quite seem appropriate to his character, but certainly that he may have sparked the initial machinations, and then - by furfur's account - participated in the war. this, again, would fall in line with crowley's ongoing tumultuous relationship with consequences-borne-from-his-actions.

crowley's unreliable narratorship of his own fall is, by definition, untrustworthy, and as such it's not a given that he was unimpeachable in any participation of it. "i didn't mean to fall" would definitely suggest that it was not his intention, but if we return to the Dead Whale Theory, this is a dead whale that crowley has failed to fully accept, or learn from. he seems - when we consider how he inhabits the role of god (as he sees that role to be, anyway) in how he treats his plants in s1 and the goats in s2 - to be very much of the opinion that he is entirely innocent of any wrongdoing.

and in some respect, he's not wrong - asking questions is not a bad thing, it's a very good thing, and his willingness to do so is one of crowley's greatest assets - but his refusal to heed advice in favour of his own agenda, refusal to accept the answers given even (especially?) when he doesn't like them, to have potentially sparked dissent that led to a war (which he fought in), and his lack of accountability for the results, is where he falls down. im not going to go so far as to call it narcissistic behaviour, that feels a bit extreme, but there are... similarities. he doesn't learn from the whole fiasco in any manner that would indicate self-reflection, and instead seems to have walked away from the fall with his clear-cut conclusion that heaven was wrong, and are in fact The Bad Guys.

certainly, GO proposes that heaven isn't the traditional definition of truth, light, and good that aziraphale hopes that it is intrinsically... but crowley still hasn't reached the point of understanding the rest of what the narrative is saying.

heaven and hell are not always good and bad respectively, but they are not always bad and good respectively either. it's not a simple, 'we're turning this on its head' concept. it is altogether a veeeery grey system that simply exists, and it exists in the way that it always has done since the fall (possibly even before, in heaven's case). it is instead your choice whether or not to be part of that system, if you do not think it is right. if you continue be a part of that system, even if there are stakes involved that would make it difficult or compelling for you to remain and act within that system, you should at least recognise the consequences of your actions, accepting your part in it. this goes for all angels and demons, not just aziraphale and crowley. 'just following orders' may be understandable in some circumstances (e.g. threat to life of yourself or others), but does that mean that you are absolved of all responsibility?

we are, collectively, quick to point out that aziraphale has not fully learnt this, but it's clear that crowley has not either. it also suggests by extension that aziraphale is not always wrong, just as crowley is not always right. where actions-and-consequences are concerned, i'd tentatively wager that aziraphale at least demonstrates a bit more understanding of this than crowley does. aziraphale has been shown to recognise when he is wrong, accept it, and make efforts to correct himself or remedy his erroneous actions moving forward. aziraphale hides the antichrist's location from crowley and holds out hope for a higher power to see reason/do the right thing, but when aziraphale gets the confirmation that heaven isn't going to do the right thing by stopping the apocalypse, the first thing he does is call crowley to tell him about adam. you also then have, as you said, aziraphale physically and figuratively moving to stand with humanity; good and bad are just names for sides, and 'human incarnate' equally embraces both concepts (in their truest meaning) and yet similarly rises above both. this is the side to back; 'our side', to aziraphale, doesn't mean just him and crowley, but humanity too.

alternatively (really grinding at the fall thing here, sorry), even if AWCW did not willfully participate in any goings-on of the rebellion, and the fact that he fell was an incident in which he was blamelessly implicated/scapegoated... well, even then, that does not give him a free-pass for him to continuously believe that he is innocent in all matters that follow. sure, he may have been blameless in the fall, but does that mean he's therefore beyond reproach or above accountability for... everything he does/says that occurs afterwards?

setting up the perfect environment for armageddon? tempting aziraphale to kill the antichrist? giving a group of humans live firearms in order to make a point? abandoning aziraphale and retracting 'our side' when aziraphale asked him for help with hiding gabriel? withholding information from aziraphale that directly concerns him and his safety? i said it in a separate post (mainly because it would have made this one a really ungodly length), but my point remains the same; regardless of his part or not-part in the fall, crowley's character does not develop in this arena, despite incredibly formative experiences that might in fact impart an important lesson upon him*.

*and that lesson - again! - is not that he shouldn't ask questions, but instead that his actions may prove to have consequences that he does not like or want, but must accept anyway, taking accountability for his part in them.

not changing does not mean that he is perfect from (before) the beginning, but instead suggests that he is very comfortable being the same person that he's always been... and in some ways, it's commendable to remain true to oneself, but it's equally not conducive to growth... and crowley still has a lot of growing to do (he has grown since s1: his kindness for one thing absolutely has!).

crowley does not seem to recognise where his lack/refusal of development may have contributed to the breakdown in his and aziraphale's relationship by the end of s2, even if that lack/refusal is not directly referenced in the final fifteen. by this i mean: crowley appears to have a very clear expectation of how he believes aziraphale does - and perhaps should - think and behave. crowley, to crowley's mind, he has the right of it ("crowley knows best"), and that includes him thinking that aziraphale will act in the way he has come to expect as a result of his influence on him. crowley has poked and prodded aziraphale away from heaven's rhetoric and dogma* about what good and right is, which aziraphale desperately needed... but does that mean that aziraphale should replace that belief system with Morality According To Crowley? instead of developing his own ...exactly as aziraphale demonstrates in the final fifteen?

when aziraphale doesn't do what crowley thinks he ought to, instead of crowley considering that his perspective of aziraphale may not actually be reality, he takes it as a betrayal and a rejection of crowley himself. though we won't really know until s3 (and possibly not even then) what crowley was really thinking during the final fifteen, it isn't too impossible a notion that crowley now thinks that aziraphale has chosen heaven over him, and loves heaven more than him. which... after everything that he has seen aziraphale go through, battle, and come to terms with, does he truly think that little of him? that aziraphale would think that little of crowley? if he does, that's an incredibly sad and disappointing prospect. perhaps bold of me to say, but sometimes it seems that there are some specific similarities between crowley and heaven in how they individually view and treat aziraphale.

*whilst crowley encouraging aziraphale to think outside of heaven is a good thing, and aziraphale definitely needs it, it does elicit out a couple of concerning traits from them both that, whilst may be borne from respective senses of powerlessness, they manifest onto each other.

crowley has a hero/saviour complex, which aziraphale encourages. aziraphale encourages it - by his own admission - because he thinks it makes crowley happy. however, what is not clear is whether aziraphale recognises that in allowing this, not only does it potentially suggest that crowley benefits from perceiving aziraphale as incapable of protecting himself, and any ability to protect himself (or indeed crowley! 1941!) threatens what crowley thinks is his place in aziraphale's existence, but also that aziraphale himself is projecting what he doesn't get from heaven/god onto crowley.

it similarly isn't clear whether crowley realises that not only he has been - in part - substituted for god/heaven in aziraphale's eyes because he provides the love, acceptance and confirmation of worth that aziraphale has craved since time immemorial, but also that in keeping information from aziraphale that directly concerns him, crowley is nurturing an environment where aziraphale will make decisions according to the limited information he has. we even have a suggestion of this in the final fifteen: to aziraphale's mind, it won't be crowley that protected him from heaven's threat of erasure from the BOL (ie. crowley didn't tell him), it was the metatron. (and if aziraphale finds out about/puts together, in s3, the sheer amount and scale of information that crowley kept from him, there is going to be the hard conversation of whether trust between them can exist as it has before, built over thousands of years).

just as crowley has an arguably skewed perception of aziraphale, aziraphale has a skewed perception of him in return (the levels of codependency are off the charts, lads). it's not a unique observation to say that they both need this break in order to renegotiate within themselves how they view each other, but it's no less true for being repeated.

#bracing myself for impact #dont say i didnt warn you though #im gonna go make an amv now k thx bye #good omens #ask #aziraphale meta #feral domestic/final fifteen meta

[frostyreturns]

Today: No satanists do not run the world that's a right wing conspiracy. God and satan aren't even real

Tomorrow: Yes the elites pledged allegiance to satan but here's why that's a good thing and why satan is actually on our side

Eventually: How Christianity is rooted in white supremacy and how you can be an ally and reject hatred by participating in a pedophilic cannibalism ritual and how you can save the world by castrating or killing yourself.

[aziraphales-library]

I remember parts, but I was sleep deprived and didn't save it.. Hope you can help me! I've been searching for days now.

It's set in the future, and Aziraphale falls. In Hell, it takes him a while to realize that Crowley has killed the Dark Council, Satan, and has reformed the whole place. Like Aziraphale didn't manage to in Heaven.

Muriel, Nina, and Maggie are all in Hell too. Aziraphale takes on the name Raven as his demon name. I think Muriel was running some sort of Hell Bookshop. Crowley keeps his distance, especially at first. Don't know how it continues, like I said, I was pretty sleep deprived. Hope this is enough to go on.

A quick search easily brought up the fic you're looking for!...

when my time comes around (lay me gently in the cold, dark earth) by fluffy_miracle (E)

After a millennium of service to Heaven as the Supreme Archangel, in the midst of a troubled time for Heaven, the most unexpected occurrence happens to Aziraphale. He Falls. And Hell is somehow there to pick up the pieces with a lot of familiar faces and an unusually kind Ruler of Darkness at the helm. Hell is transformed from the terrible place Aziraphale had known it to be-- and so it becomes the place where he gets one more chance to start over and finally let himself be just Aziraphale-- nobody with no allegiance to anything-- except maybe Crowley. But Crowley isn't available, not like he used to be, and the new fallen angel has to learn to deal with himself, and heal, before they can meet again properly. Even if he has missed him desperately after all this time. Especially since he no longer has to be God's strongest soldier anymore...

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #hell #fallen angel aziraphale #crowley is good at being a demon #angst #hurt/comfort #mod d

[gurugirl]

Tales From the Modern Incubus | Part 19*

Summary: You make a pact (but convincing Adam takes a little more effort) and a ceremony is held in your honor. Harry has an admirer and you make sure to show her who he really belongs to more than once and Harry loves seeing you jealous. Harry is finally getting what he's wanted all along.

A/n: Remember, this is demon/incubus!Harry, so there may be some triggering topics. Please read all warnings in the TFMI Masterlist before continuing. Also! I describe a dress that y/n wears in a ceremony scene. It's based on the fit and style of this - but in my version, it's got black lace all over and is sheer at the top (if you're curious about the vision I had). 10.1k words

Warning: SPOILERS AHEAD SMUT (including anal), exhibitionism (a naughty public display), jealousy, use of a knife, a ritual that includes cutting skin, mentions of blood, incantations, a witch makes an appearance, "satanic" things, mentions of religion and god, mentions of drug and alcohol use

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You didn’t start to feel normal again until the following day. Everything was a bit cloudy and strange for you. You had just started getting used to your new awareness and abilities and now you were suddenly feeling the loss of them. Being in a different realm for the first time was like that, you were told.

You and Harry stayed in Pandemonium to wait for more information about the details of Satan’s proposal. And then you’d go back to Earth’s realm when the time was right. Now that your real parents were being dealt with you had a lot less to worry about so you could move about more freely. Except that now you and Harry had just accepted the offer Satan had proposed. But before you could get to the nitty-gritty of that, you needed Adam to agree as well. That was part of the deal. If Adam didn’t agree the deal was off and Harry would need to find a mortal to knock up.

You and Harry sat across from Aim and Adam. Adam was still in a bit of a haze (as it was his first time in the lower realm) but he seemed to understand what was being asked of him. Sort of.

“What? You want me to join you and work for Satan. To pledge my allegiance to him? But why? I just don’t see how we can be of any use to him,” his face was set in confusion.

Aim spoke up, “It’s a bigger deal than you think, Adam. First of all, a hybrid with angelic abilities on Satan’s side? It’ll piss The Almighty off if he finds out. He’s the creator here and he thinks everyone will automatically want to claim allegiance to him. Satan likes throwing wrenches into his plan when he can and this is just a way to do that. It’s unlikely that Satan is going to have you really do any work for him,” Aim turned to look at you and then Harry, “well, he might, but mostly he just wants to piss God off with this. It's more about appearances than anything.”

Adam sat for a moment to ponder the idea. It was all still new to him. Everything was new to him, but just like you, the understanding of the truth about what he really was came quickly once his eyes were opened to it.

“But what if one day God asks me to be on his side? Will this cause some kind of struggle or will I be cast out or punished?” It was a good question. One you asked yesterday.

Harry nodded, “It won’t be like a war or anything but it could cause some issues between you and God later on. And any of God’s followers or loyal workers. But the truth is that he may never find out. At least not right away. It’s not so bad being on Satan’s side. Really. Look at me!” He put his arms out with a grin.

Adam frowned, “I don’t know. It sounds very risky. And God is the good guy, right? Like, we’re supposed to follow him? I don’t know. I was never a Christian or anything when I thought I was mortal so I may be getting it all wrong but now I’m forced to believe in all this and it sounds like I’m stepping into a trap.”

Harry and Aim both sighed and looked at one another before Aim took the floor, “God isn’t better or worse than Satan or Lucifer. Well, he might actually be worse. He’s not a nice being if that’s what you’re wondering. It’s not like good versus evil in the sense that humans talk about. It’s more like, powerful creator versus powerful outcasts.”

Adam nodded pensively, “And we’re the outcasts?”

Aim continued, “Sort of. God created the angels who defied him and even despite the fact that he made them to do certain things and act certain ways, their natural tendencies were used against them and they were cast out from heaven to figure out life on their own. The earthly realm was long a place for lost souls and angels until Satan and Lucifer joined with Eve, who we know as your mother, Lilith,” Aim kept his eyes on Adam, “and Hell was claimed as theirs and taken from God. So they ruled in Hell and from there procreated and made more angels, or demons, it’s all the same. The Bible doesn’t paint an accurate picture of reality because it was written by humans who don’t have the knowledge to speak on such things.”

Adam asked a few more questions and then stood from his chair and walked around the room in thought. You could hear Harry’s mind churning. And Adam’s. Adam was aware of why he was being asked to join the “dark side”. He knew you and Harry didn’t want to involve a human female in his duty to continue the lineage of incubus.

“Okay. I’m in. I’ll pledge my loyalty to Satan,” Adam finally relented as he shrugged his shoulders, and Harry jumped up from his seat with a grin and pointed at the handsome hybrid, “Fucking good man! This is good. You won’t regret it!”

And Harry was in such a good mood because now he could do what he’d set out to do when he originally sniffed you out. He couldn’t wait to have you pregnant with his heir. It wasn’t something he cared much about before you. He’d gotten plenty of women pregnant over the many years he’d roamed the earth, but with you it was different. You were even more powerful than he was and the bond between you two meant that this time the heir would be more powerful than ever. He didn’t know what it could bring but he envisioned that with you in the picture his status might be elevated and perhaps he’d have some notoriety gained. But mostly it was just because it was you.

Aim met with Satan separately to let him know about Adam’s decision. You, Harry, and Adam went to one of the most popular gastropubs in Pandemonium (what? Of course Hell is going to have a gastropub). You noticed how happy and upbeat Harry was. You knew why, but it was still funny to see him in such a good mood after everything. It was amazing what could happen in only a day.

“You two are going to love this place. They have amazing fish and chips. And drinks!” Harry held the door open for you and Adam as you passed through into The Abyss. The three of you sat at a table near a stage where live music was playing. It really didn’t feel like you were in Hell. This was quite posh, and it felt… normal even.

A beautiful woman approached your table and took your order for drinks. She knew Harry which shouldn’t have been much of a surprise, but when she openly flirted with him and ran her finger over his bicep right in front of you there was a heat that flitted out from your pores. You watched the woman with her pretty smile bend down and whisper into his ear, which you could actually hear thanks to your incredible senses, “Want to come over tonight? I’ve missed you, H. Seems like I haven’t seen you in so long…”

Harry quickly knocked his head toward you as he shook his head at the woman, “Oh, uh, no. Actually, this is my girlfriend, here. That’s why you haven’t seen me, been busy…” he smiled at the woman and then turned to look at you sheepishly. You weren’t returning the smile. Had Harry slept with all the kingdom of Hell? Did everyone know what he was like in the sack? He was a slut by nature but come on.

The woman stood up and appeared casual and calm, “Oh. I see. Lovely. Well,” she turned to look at Adam, “are you free tonight?” Her question was mostly in jest and as a way to save face.

Adam raised his brows and shook his head, “I’m gay, dear. Sorry.”

When she left the table with your order you kept your eyes on Harry, and you could hear him loud and clear. He looked at you with apologetic eyes and spoke quietly, “I didn’t know that she was going to serve us. But you know there’s no competition, right? Come on, little lemon love,” Harry tried to calm you by using the silly name he’d given you and you knew he was right. There wasn’t anything to worry about. But you did sense how he was pleased by being hit on right away. He liked her attention on him. Harry’s need for attention and to be favored was probably not something he’d ever get over. He was the definition of an attention whore. He loved being loved and admired.

It turned out, the drink you ordered was absolutely divine. You and Adam had never tasted such good food or drinks before. It was like everything was so perfect to your pallet that you were both moaning and gushing over how good everything tasted.

When the pretty waitress came by after you were stuffed with food and drink, she sat a dessert down on the table with a wide grin, “Your favorite, H. It was nice to see you again.”

You didn’t like the woman. You assumed once she realized he was taken she’d give up but the last little thing with the dessert for Harry had you nearly boiling. You had finally cooled off a bit when you tasted the food and she seemed to back off, but now? And you could read her mind. She wanted to try one last thing to get his attention back on her but before she could make another move you had your own idea.

You dipped your finger into the middle of the dessert as you looked at the woman, and then shoved a scoop of it into your mouth (it was heavenly), “Mmmm…” you moaned and Harry watched as you got up from your seat and grabbed the dessert, sitting in Harry’s lap. You scooped up a little more and put your finger into his mouth, “Tastes so good, doesn’t it Harry?”

Harry knew what you were doing, and he couldn’t say he didn’t like how jealous you’d gotten. He nodded and moaned around your finger. You plucked your finger out of his mouth, sat the dessert plate back onto the table, and then leaned in to kiss him. You put your fingers into his hair and his hands immediately found your bottom and you smiled at that.

To your surprise, the woman stood and watched as you kissed Harry (for only a handful of seconds) in his lap. When you broke from the kiss you spoke, loudly enough for her to hear, “Let’s go back to our room. Want to show you what tastes even better than this.”

Of course, you were just putting on a show and you hadn’t actually intended on getting Harry back to Satan’s palace where you were staying in one of the dozens of rooms. But Harry wasn’t going to pass up your offer, even if it was fake.

He scooted you off his lap and waved at Adam, “Uh… we’re going now,” he spoke and pulled you out of the pub a lot faster than you anticipated. Leaving the dessert behind on the table with Adam.

You and Harry were able to move through the distance to the palace very quickly. He held onto you and navigated you through the space and into the palace and to your room. You were still getting used to the way you could practically glide through space and get places much faster. It was certainly a very useful ability.

It was also of note that the atmosphere in Hell was similar to that of Earth but quite different at the same time. You wouldn’t say it was hotter. Dryer for sure. The sky was gray at all times, like a bright gray with a backlight but no direct source of illumination could be seen. There didn’t seem to be a setting or rising sun, but night never came either. There were stars and moons and planets visible in the sky. No clouds. You weren’t sure if it did get cloudy, or if there were seasons, or storms, or anything that you’d experienced on Earth. You just knew that by looking at the sky you were in a different place. Oxygen seemed abundant like on Earth, but the light and the lack of humidity were quite different.

When you arrived at your room you could smell his need. You two didn’t have sex the night before because you were feeling strange and the loss of your senses threw you for a loop. But now, Harry was ready and he knew you were back to feeling your abilities again.

“Harry, you know I was just trying to get her to stop hitting on you…” your words were cut off when Harry cupped your face in his hands and smashed his lips over yours. You slowly brought your hands up around his back and allowed him to take over your senses. Harry was like walking sex. Even last night, when you weren’t feeling so well, you did consider having sex with him anyway, but Harry insisted that you sleep so you could feel back to yourself. Back to normal. And if you ever needed proof that Harry loved you, well that was it. An incubus saying no to sex? Unheard of. But now you were feeling good and normal again. Which meant that you were feeling that bubbling desire for him.

And he was so ready to have at you again. He wanted to wait until there was word from Satan that the deal was accepted and then he’d get you pregnant. He would make it special and last all night. This was something more immediate. A need to show you his appreciation. To show you there wasn’t anyone else on his mind. As much as he enjoyed the way people fawned over him, he only had eyes for you.

“Are you gonna give me your babies, Harry?” You moaned as you pulled your shirt off over your head and Harry removed his shirt as he watched you expose yourself to him.

He shook his head when he grasped the back of your neck and pulled you close to him, “Not tonight. Want it to be so special. So perfect. Gonna take my time with you when I release my seed into you and make you a mom. Right now, I just need to feel you. Need you so bad…” he slowly lowered his mouth to yours.

Your lips slotted into his when he lifted you up and carried you to the large bed that was in the middle of the room.

Satan’s palace was ridiculous. The style was gothic and dark and sultry. It was kind of exactly like you’d imagine Satan’s palace to look like. All the clichéd dark onyx and red velvets, shiny black walnut wood details, dark marble and stone, granite banisters with intricate detailed carvings and figures of dark winged creatures and tortured souls in paintings on walls, carved in stone, designed into the floor… The room you were in had wide plank dark wood floors, almost black, with a thick blood red wool rug that covered most of the space. The bed was massive with soft dark red blankets, black pillow accents, a dark stone carved headboard that had gold carvings and designs all over, and what looked like horns at either side. The fireplace was directly across from the room with dark marble and gold veining that went all the way to the ceiling. The chandelier over the bed was black and gold. Thick dark red velvet curtains with black and gold designs covered the windows. It was beautiful, actually.

Harry had your pants off and dragged his own down his legs, revealing that lovely cock you had become obsessed with.

“Need to taste…” he spoke in a dark whisper as he lowered his mouth to your center. His eyes were black and his fingers pinched into your skin as he held you down and his tongue got to work on you.

Harry had you spread out on the bed as he brought you to your first orgasm with his mouth. But you missed having something inside of you. That was your favorite, getting filled to the brim with him.

“Oh?” Harry looked down at you from his spot over you when he heard your thoughts, “You’re desperate for my prick, then? Need to be stuffed with me, Y/n?” Harry’s dark smile was playful and you laughed as you pushed him.

“I need to be stuffed and fucked, Harry. All my holes need you…” you sat up and pushed him down, flat to his back as you crawled over him.

You took him down your throat and when you heard him whimpering you smiled over his cock and hummed with your dark eyes on his. You loved making him a bumbling mess.

“Fuck… I love you so much. Oh shit…” Harry gasped as he watched you suck and stroke him.

You knew he loved you. You knew he was yours. You pulled off his tip and continued using your hands over him, “No one can do it like this, Harry. Only me…” you spoke as you kissed his tip and went back down over him, making sure to keep your eyes on his.

He parted his pink lips and hissed when you reached down to grasp his balls. You sucked him slowly and rolled his sack in your hand and then lowered down until your nose was stuffed into the thatch of hair at his base. Harry gurgled a moan with a smile and put his hands into your hair, holding you in place so he could feel the back of your throat.

You always imagined that giving head was going to be a lot of hard work. You’d heard about it; you’d seen the videos of women gagging and coughing and choking. But you had no problem at all taking Harry’s large incubus cock down your throat. It’s like you were made for it. But then again, you were half demon, half angel, so your abilities extended beyond what a human could offer.

Harry began shaking and whining and panting, just like you wanted. You sort of wish that cute waitress could see how you did it. Could see the way you made Harry come so fast and so hard. If she could only see how much he loved your mouth then maybe she’d realize she had no chance.

Harry looked down at you and pulled your hair to lift you a bit, “Fuck… you want me to get her in here to watch?” He was dead serious. He’d heard your thoughts and he liked where your mind was going.

You squinted at him and shook your head, “You’d like that. Wouldn’t you? Like it when people watch you and get turned on by you? You’re my little whore, Harry,” you leaned down and nipped at his thigh and looked up at him then bit down harder. Harry closed his eyes and threw his head back. You removed your hands from his cock and his scrotum and began licking all around his groin and the inner part of his thighs. Harry’s cock was twitching and throbbing. Pre-come was beading from his slit and dripping down over his pretty frenulum.

You pushed his legs back and brushed your lips on his bottom near his balls and then did it on the other side before biting down and he began babbling your name and expletives in between.

When you lifted your face from between his legs you slowly, gently, softly grazed your finger up from his perineum, over his scrotum, up the underside of his long shaft, and to his tip and he came with a loud moan. You smiled as you watched come shoot from his slit at the tip and coat his shaft and his torso up to his butterfly tattoo. He was gasping and rutting his hips up into nothing as you just sat back and watched, “See? My little whore. I can make you come by just touching you with one finger. Is that what you wanted her to see? How good I do it and how little effort I need to put in to make you a mess with come all over yourself.”

Harry caught his breath and looked down at you with a grin, “Sure. I think it would be hot actually. She’d probably love to see me all messy and coming from just a touch. Then she’d know you’re the only one for me.”

You laughed. He had no shame whatsoever.

Harry sat up and grabbed you by the front of your throat and licked into your mouth. You were pulled up to your knees as Harry moved you to straddle him, “Now we’ve got two more holes to take care of. Pussy first,” he whispered as he centered his tip to your entrance.

When he pulled you down over him it was a snapping pinch that made you gasp with wide eyes and Harry grinned, “Hold on to me my love.”

You grasped onto Harry’s shoulders and he began to fuck into you hard. His balls slapped into your bottom and your hole was being ravaged by his large dick. You had no words at the moment as your body and soul parted. Harry gave you no mercy as he pounded away into you. His strength was astounding. There was no way any mortal could fuck you from the bottom like this. Your sight became hazy and your ears began to buzz and ring. The pain from the way he was impaling you spurred you on and you were sure you were shouting and yelping and making a ruckus but your senses were focused on the way your orgasm was melting down over you, from the top of your head and over your shoulders, down your spine and bursting out over Harry.

You heard him laugh when you wet him and the bed below. He pulled out and watched your pussy spray little gushes over his thighs as you shivered and reached down to rub your clit because you needed the friction. Harry pushed you down and put his mouth over your cunt and drank you up. Your orgasm liquified your brain and your body was only responding to how Harry played it. He was a master at making you come and squirt and quiver.

But then before you were totally aware, he pulled you back into his lap and plunged into your bottom, your sphincter hole stretching around his big cock and you were a goner. You both were. Harry loved fucking your ass and anal was a new favorite thing (well, technically everything was new to you). It made you feel even closer to him somehow. Your souls had already merged but anal was like the binding around it all. Which absolutely sounds insane to you when you’re not getting fucked in the ass, but every time he entered you from behind the way it felt was indescribable.

“Let’s get Miguel in here and the girl so they can both watch… see how we make each other come,” Harry's cock was disappearing into your hole and you were grunting at each thrust as you nodded.

“Yeah. Show them both how it’s done. No one does it like you, Harry…” you felt your insides quivering when you looked into Harry’s eyes.

You both watched one another as you fucked. Sweat formed under your thighs that were pressed over the top of Harry’s. You leaned in and bit his lip and then backed away only to have him smack your bottom hard and you gasped with a smile.

“That’s right, baby… Miguel wouldn’t know what to do with his virgin ass watching you get fucked by a demon in the ass.”

You were both so close, you were moaning together and sliding him in and out, your wet pussy was throbbing around nothing as your other hole was getting stuffed when you heard a knock at the door and turned to watch it swing open at that moment.

It was Adam and Aim. They both casually walked in and closed the door behind them and you looked at Harry with your mouth still dropped open and heavy breaths falling from your mouth.

“Kind of in the middle of something here, guys…” Harry groaned but kept himself buried inside of you, his knees bent slightly.

Adam crossed his arms over his chest and laughed, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Aim scrunched his brows together and looked at Adam and then toward you and Harry, “We have important news. Could you cover yourselves, please?” Aim turned away. But Adam kept his eyes on you and Harry.

Harry held you to his body and pulled the blanket over your lower half to hide from Aim at his request. Not that Harry cared much if anyone saw. And you were sort of okay with it yourself. After having Adam watch you and Harry and knowing people could hear you, well, it was a turn-on. Who were you even?

Aim walked toward the fireplace and pulled at his collar in discomfort, “Satan has agreed to have you on his side now that Adam is in. He’ll expect you to report to him when he needs. Harry, your duties don’t change and he said he wants to hear back next week with your progress update, which I think we can see is going well…” Aim cleared his throat and looked at Adam, “Adam, I have some associates I’d like you to meet, and when you two are done here,” Aim gestured at you and Harry but did not turn to look, “Y/n, please come find me so we can get some paperwork done and go over ground rules, which I’ve already completed with Adam.”

You shifted and Harry squeezed your bottom under the covers, “Yeah… Okay. Uh… I’ll find you,” you responded, still breathless.

“Okay. Good. I’ll see you later,” Aim hurried toward the door and Adam followed behind, not as in a rush as Aim was. Before Adam closed the door he looked back in and winked at you and Harry.

Harry laughed and jerked his hips upward, the tip of cock reaching deeper yet and you moaned, “Fuck me, Harry.” And so he did.

You and Harry lay on the bed for a bit in recovery from the activity. You felt him get up and watched as he moved off the bed and opened the door to the massive walk-in closet before coming back onto the bed with you. He held up a joint and lighter and put his back against the pillows and lighted it up, inhaling a big breath of the smoke into his lungs.

You sat up and watched him, “Can I try?”

Harry nodded and handed you the rolled-up, lit joint. You repeated what you saw Harry do, placing the end between your lips and you inhaled. You quickly pulled the joint out and coughed and hacked, bending forward as you held the joint up, the stinky smell permeating around you. Harry took it from your fingers and you continued coughing a bit.

“You okay, sweet girl?” Harry chuckled as he rubbed your back.

You looked at him and nodded, “Need water.”

And that was your first experience trying weed. The water cooled your throat and a few minutes later you felt the tiny buzz and relaxation weed was supposed to give.

You and Harry lay naked on the bed and you tried a few more puffs until you got used to the way it felt in your throat, not inhaling so aggressively the next few times.

You laughed, “I’m such a sinful creature now. Thanks to you.”

Harry nudged you and smiled, “Nah. No such thing. You’re just a being doing exactly what you are meant to do. Everything you do is part of your path. God made the cannabis plant. Humans deemed it sinful. Humans say a lot of shit is sinful when it’s not really.”

You had come to this realization slowly. It was still hard to wrap your mind around all that you’d learned, but you were starting to embrace it all.

When you got dressed you and Harry found Aim and you signed your contract after he explained your new role. And there was an additional document as well. One that would bind you and your child (to-be) to Satan and his work. It hadn’t been part of the original verbal agreement so you hesitated to sign it.

“This wasn’t part of the request. Why am I signing this now?” You pointed at the document and looked toward Harry and then Aim.

Aim sighed, “I know, but this was sort of just understood as part of the agreement. Since you’ll be giving birth to Harry’s heir, this is protocol. All of his heirs are promised to Satan. It’s part of the deal Harry was born into. So, if you don’t agree then the whole thing is off.”

So you signed it. What else were you going to do? It made sense that this was already part of the plan, grandfathered in so-to-speak, based on Harry’s status. But you were caught off guard a little. Though, you couldn’t see the harm.

The contracts were placed in a book and locked away and then there were just a couple more things Aim needed before you were free to go.

Along with signing your life over to Satan, you had agreed to give him a sample of your blood, and a lock of your hair, and you’d receive his mark. The mark of the beast. The mark is actually just a small chip that was to be implanted in your wrist for the purpose of buying things and making any kind of financial transaction. And it was also a symbol of your loyalty to the Dark Lord. But it wasn’t like it was some evil thing that you were always warned about. Even God did this with his loyal followers only it’s called the Seal of God and it does the exact same thing the Mark of the Beast does. It gives the ability for angels and spirits to make financial transactions in Heaven and is a symbol of their devotion to The Almighty.

An old woman, a witch you learned, came into the room and drew your blood and cut a chunk of your hair out. She sealed the vial of blood and your hair into a small wooden box with carvings and your name engraved on a gold plate at the top. She never spoke a word to you or Harry.

She pointed to your wrist with a knife she held in her hand and a small metal object in her other. You flipped your wrist upward and she held onto your forearm, speaking some kind of incantation over the knife, which she had pressed the flat part of the blade over her heart. She snapped her fingers and pointed the tip of the knife to the flesh on the underside of your wrist before pushing the blade into your skin. It was only a small slice but you hadn’t expected it.

You winced as she removed the blade and held the knife up toward your face and she stuck out her tongue. You stuck your tongue out, following what you assumed was her direction and she placed the blade over your tongue and you tasted your blood. She whispered words you were unable to understand and you felt Harry’s hand holding your free one.

She sat the knife down and the small metal object she held was suddenly shining and bright as if it were alive. She inserted it under your skin where she’d cut you open.

Pressing your wound down with her thumb and continued her strange whispers and closed her eyes, tilting her head back to face up toward the ceiling. Her whispers turned into a peculiar chant, maybe not even words.

You felt your wrist burn and the heat traveled up your arm and it drew tears from your eyes. The burn turned into an ache, and then a sharp pain traveled over your spine and you gasped as you tried to hold it together. Harry squeezed your hand and you heard him tell you it was going to be okay and you knew it would but it hurt.

When the witch released your arm the pain was gone and the small slice in your skin healed completely. You flipped your arm over and inspected your skin but it looked as if nothing had happened.

The old woman stood up and took the knife and box with her as she left the room in silence.

You were stunned. You hadn’t expected this. You looked at Harry and then the door opened up. Aim entered with a smile, “You’re one of us now. Congratulations, Y/n.”

It felt surreal. You were now Satan’s follower. This was not something you ever imagined in your wildest dreams. You lifted your wrist up again at to look at and touch the skin but it was like there was nothing.

Adam and Sam followed in the door behind Aim. Adam looked a little out of sorts but he had a smile on his face. You assumed he’d gone through the same ritual you’d just experienced.

“Tonight, we will party and celebrate our new members,” Aim said with a laugh, “This won’t be like any party you’ve ever gone to so prepare yourself and keep an open mind.”

Harry tried to prep you for what was to come. You had a dress waiting for you in the room. Black silk and lace. Black stilettos and gold jewelry with rubies rounded out the outfit.

The dress had long sleeves and the front neckline plunged so far down it almost met your belly button. There were two high slits at the front skirt of the dress so that when you stepped forward, it showed your leg up to your hip. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever put on. The lace along the front was sheer and there was no wearing a bra underneath. Your breasts were visible under the material though the material’s pattern covered very specific areas around your nipple, it was still noticeable. The lace continued down through the skirt of the dress but the bottom had silk under so you were at least partially covered.

Harry kept begging you for another round before you could leave the room but you were full of nerves and knowing the little you did about what was to come, there was no way you’d be wanting to have a quickie until everything was over.

The party was going to be an orientation of sorts. A celebration for the newcomers but since you and Adam were hybrids it was a big deal. There were other hybrids in the kingdom, but you and Adam were heirs of high beings. Your pedigree proceeded you.

And you learned that some of the guests might not be so fond of you. Most would welcome you and Adam but some were going to be more difficult to convince. The fact was that with Lilith and Asmodeus in trouble, it caused a bit of a stir. Many were fond of them but now you and Adam had come into the picture and it left a big question mark for some. There were rumors flying about what had really happened. A lot of theories were being thrown around, which was getting mixed with opinions, and biases. And some of the beings weren’t so sure you and Adam were actually innocent in everything. Especially when they learned that you’d be carrying the heir of an incubus. It was all very sudden and unexpected.

Harry warned you to ignore the whispers and the looks. He told you there would be a few that might make comments to get under your skin. But it all made you nervous.

As you and Harry walked into the massive ballroom it felt like all eyes were on you. Your dress was outstanding and you had to admit, you looked very very good.

One of the first guests to come greet you was Danny. You remembered him from when you and Harry were in hiding and he came to you in astral form.

In-person and up close, he was far more attractive than you realized. His eyes were light blue and his smile was cute. He held an air of all-knowing but it was tampered by a boyish charm that made him seem approachable. He lifted your arm and kissed the top of your hand as he bowed down, “Greetings to the beautiful guest of honor.”

He stood back up and looked at Harry, “Hello, handsome,” his smirk was cocky and not too unlike the smirk Harry often shared.

He led you and Harry to your table at the front where Adam, Sam, Aim, and another woman sat.

“Tomorrow, I’d like to see you both,” Danny looked from you to Adam, “for some training and one-on-one question and answer. It’s important to your status and it’ll be necessary for me to gage where you are in your journey of understanding your role and what you’re capable of.”

You looked at Harry and back to Danny with confusion. You weren’t sure if this was normal or not. Harry leaned toward you and spoke quietly, “It’s just part of the education for you. It’s protocol.”

You nodded and looked back at Danny and you gasped when you saw his form change. He was Harry’s doppelganger. You looked at Harry beside you and then back to Danny who was now back in his normal form. He laughed, “Sorry about that. I tend to take on the shape and appearance of the thing you desire the most. Who was I? Harry?” He looked at Harry and winked.

“He’s fucking with you. He transforms into whatever he wants and if he sees what you want he’ll shift into because he can,” Harry looked at Danny, “Don’t mess with her tomorrow. I don’t want any funny business while she’s meant to be learning.”

Danny left as you sat down at the table. You noticed right away how close Sam and Adam were sitting to one another and the way they were flirting. The woman next to Aim was gorgeous. You’d come to realize how beautiful celestial beings were. Demons, angels, and everything in between were alluring and sensual by nature.

The woman lifted her hand toward you, “I’m Aggie It’s an honor to meet you.”

You shook her hand with a smile and blinked your eyes. She was absolutely breathtaking and you felt Harry’s elbow push gently into your side when you’d been staring a little too long.

You laughed quietly, “It’s nice to meet you, Aggie. I’m Y/n.”

Aggie’s grin widened and her eyes were sparkly and entrancing, “Oh, my lovely girl, I know who you are. Aim has told me all about you and you’re the guest of honor tonight, along with Adam here,” she turned to look over at Adam. Adam smiled at you and Harry and then turned back to Sam.

And the more beings you met the more you understood the allure of these fellow members of the kingdom you were now part of. Everyone was smart and sexy and had something about them that drew you in.

Harry brought you around and introduced you to as many people as he could before the event was to start. You were handed a drink and whisked around the room and it felt a little bit like you were in the ballroom scene from the movie The Labyrinth only your dress was far more revealing and in black. Everything was so pretty and everyone was so pretty and ethereal. You felt dizzy with nerves and excitement and wonder. But then when you noticed a few dark eyes on you, some looks that were just the opposite of appreciation you started to feel your anxious nerves rise up into the smallest ball of fear. It was only the tiniest little edge of panic but you felt it and you knew they wouldn’t hurt you, but they also certainly wouldn’t be in support of you.

When you and Harry were seated again you looked to the front of the room where dark curtains were slowly pulled back and music that had been playing as background noise began to quieten. A tall, slender man walked to the center of the circle enclosure where the curtains were pulled back and lights showed behind him, illuminating two high-back chairs with black silky cushions and golden legs and arms.

“All who are here tonight, the damned, the delighted, the dead…” his voice bellowed and the crowd laughed, “please rise.”

Everyone stood up and faced the circle enclosure and you felt your heart rate increase at the drama of it all.

“Here to begin the festivities of the night, to welcome our newest members and fellow lost souls, is our Dark Lord and savior,” the music had changed to something choppy and exciting but dark as the volume slowly began to rise, “the one who leads us into temptation,” people began to cheer and clap, “the most feared enemy of our great enemy,” the music continued to increase, making the whole scene feel like a wild spectacle, “the Prince of Lies, the Angel of Disaster, our Prince of Power and Air…” the slender man flailed his arms as Satan appeared behind him with a light show cascading over his frame, “Satan!”

The whole room went crazy. Whistles and claps and shouts and whoops across the ballroom and the music was loud and dramatic. Satan was even taller than the tall slender man who introduced him. The man was gone in a flash as Satan walked toward the front of the enclosure and waved. You realized people had their heads down, eyes averted from him, yet they were still clapping and howling his praise.

Satan basked in the adulation and the smell of smoke and sulphur filled your senses. Slowly, the room calmed and people began to take their seats when Satan lowered his hands in a signal to the guests.

Harry pulled your hand into his and brought it up to his mouth and pecked the top of your knuckles. You felt immediately calmer.

“Tonight we have two special guests who have pledged loyalty to me and to our kingdom. We will greet them both with open arms. I know you’ve all heard a little about who we are celebrating tonight, and it’s true that they are both angel and demon, heirs of high demons and high angels. Their power is useful and we are grateful for their allegiance,” he walked toward the chairs, his heavy steps heard through the silent ballroom, and turned, gesturing his arms toward you and Adam, palms facing up, “Adam, Y/n… please stand up and come forward.”

Harry gave you one last quick squeeze before you were standing up and walking in step with Adam toward the Dark Lord. The table was near the front, close to the enclosure where Satan stood so you didn’t have to endure walking in your stilettos for too long before you were ascending the marble stairs toward where you were begin ushered.

Satan gestured toward the chairs for you and Adam to sit. You had a view of everyone in the room from your seat. The whole room was staring at you and Adam. Looking at every bit of you their eyes could see, making assumptions and conclusions about you based on your appearance and what they’d heard about you. It was empowering to you. Somehow, this made you feel like part of something special. You were nervous and felt vulnerable, but it felt like a place to belong.

Once again, the presence of Satan was so interminable and heavy you could almost taste it. You could feel his power every time you were near him. It was almost suffocating. Even the way he breathed sounded powerful.

He stood in between your chair and Adam’s and placed his hot hands on your shoulder and called on the Order of the Fly. A man, not much shorter or smaller in stature than Satan stepped to the side of the encirclement and then spoke, “Princes and dignitaries of the Order please come forward.”

Six men and one woman got up from their seats and approached the circle enclosure standing next to the man who called them up. They were each dressed in long black robes and carried a book in their hands.

“Ministers of the Office, Ambassadors, and Justices approach.”

Maybe two dozen men (you couldn’t tell how many) in charcoal robes came forward. No books to be seen. They all stood on the opposite side of the encirclement so that you, Satan, and Adam were surrounded by the court.

One of the men wearing a black robe and holding a book had a round face and red hair and began to speak, “I am Berith, Great Pontiff of Hell. I will be the mouthpiece for the Order tonight.”

And so it began. Berith spoke about the great responsibility and the great reward of serving as a devoted member for the kingdom of Hell under Satan and Lucifer. Berith apologized for Lucifer’s absence and made a joke about how he was sure everyone was surprised by the news that he wouldn’t be joining that evening (apparently it was known that Lucifer didn’t attend events that weren’t in his honor nor was he ever expected to be there – so Berith’s joke was confusing to you at first but Harry filled you in later).

The princes and dignitaries of the court each read a small line from the books they held. Once the seventh had read their passage a stringed instrument began playing and Satan walked to the front of the encirclement before the crowd, “Brothers and Sisters, let’s enjoy tonight and welcome our honorific guests with open arms!”

Everyone stood from their seats and clapped as the music got louder and the Order of the Fly stepped down from the circle and went back to their seats. You saw Harry at the table near the front and he smiled at you. It felt absolutely absurd. Exciting but certainly not real. It felt like a fever dream.

The curtains closed and you, Adam and Satan were now hidden from the room, backstage.

Satan put his hands out to you and Adam, “It’s time for you to enjoy the party. You may return to your seats.”

You grabbed onto his hand and it felt like it could burn you it was so hot. Just on the edge of being too hot but not enough that you’d singe. You got to your feet and Satan led you and Adam through the back and opened a door that led to the ballroom.

You and Adam looked at one another with the same expression – almost as if to ask the other did that really just happen?

Back at your table food was served along with more drinks. There was a stringed quartet playing music while you were enjoying the dinner. You became convinced that the food in Hell was better than it was on Earth. There was something very special about every bite you took and every sip you swallowed.

Harry kept his hand at your thigh when it wasn’t draped over the back of your chair. Before the real party began, with entertainers and dancing and drugs (that’s what Harry told you at least) you lost sight of Sam and Adam. You and Harry had sort of been in your own world. Aim and Aggie were still at the table and Aim was the first to speak up about it, “So, I think our lovebirds went to go have a party of their own,” he laughed.

You weren’t too surprised. With the way they were flirting all night and they’re both not hard on the eyes either.

But then Aim pointed at Harry and narrowed his eyes, “Do not get any ideas.”

When the tables were pulled away and new seating was placed along the edges of the room, servers came around with drinks and the music played with a more upbeat tempo. The lights were dimmed, the encirclement was raised, the curtains pulled back and a full band suddenly appeared (the one that had begun playing the upbeat tempo). At the opposite side of the room there was another stage where men and women were dancing beautifully, not wearing anything other than glitter and jewelry. Within the crowd of people there were pockets of magic displays and fire tamers. The guests began dancing and Harry pulled you into the middle with Aim and Aggie in tow. The music was fast paced and you weren’t a dancer so you weren’t exactly sure how to move your body in a way that wouldn’t look ridiculous. Your revealing dress and high heels didn’t help matters either.

But it didn’t matter. Everyone was in their own world, dancing and singing and watching the random entertainers who would walk by with their magic tricks or unusual skill set that would draw attention.

And Harry was right. There were drugs. And it wasn’t just marijuana either. A woman walked by carrying a box with a strap that went around her shoulders and it reminded you of the old pictures you’d seen of the cigarette girls at parties during prohibition. Only inside of these boxes were illicit drugs. Things you’d never in your wildest imagination dream of seeing in person. And it was all free.

“Does everyone use drugs here?” You asked Harry as he had his arm around your waist and he was swaying you around with him.

Harry laughed and shook his head, “No. But many do. It’s just not illegal here or penalized like it is on Earth. Humans like to make rules to hurt the most vulnerable, like jailing people for using drugs. Even in Heaven, drugs are fine,” he swung you away from him and then back into his arms, “Angels, demons, and humans all use drugs and have been since the beginning of time. We all like to get a little fucked up now and again. But in Hell there are less consequences and less stigma. And less crime because of it.”

You still had so much to learn. You watched people snorting cocaine, smoking joints, smoking pipes, taking pills, and everything in between. It felt strange to look at the spectacle and not judge the beings for using the drugs. But things were different here.

Many people came up to you and greeted you. Some kissed you and hugged you. Others shook your hand and chatted for a bit, asked questions… it felt… welcoming. It felt like you belonged.

But Harry wasn’t wrong about there being some who wouldn’t welcome you. There would be some who would keep their distance and immediately not like you based on things they’d heard that weren’t true. You saw the glares and felt their coldness. But you tried not to let it get to you. You stuck by Harry’s side and it helped keep you grounded.

At some point, you didn’t know where Aim and Aggie had gone but you and Harry were dancing close and he was holding your hips and talking into your ear, purposely trying to get you riled up. You had your hands on his chest as you both swayed and his lips would go from small kisses on your neck to brushing the shell of your ear with whispered words.

“I can smell you. Your sweat, your pussy…” his fingers gripped your hips tight as he pressed himself to you close, “gonna lick up every drop of moisture from your skin tonight.”

You bit your lip and listened to him tell you what he was going to do to you. And it was all true. You were sweaty from all the dancing and your pussy was a little wet too. Everything in the ballroom that was happening was erotic. The naked dancers, people swaying and grinding together on the floor, and there were even people having sex on the couches and chairs along the walls of the room. Fully nude demons and angels fucking with no shame. It was kind of hot. Everyone was so sexy.

But as hot and sexy as everything was, you also needed to pee quite bad and you hated to break from the moment but you pressed at his chest and looked up at him, “I have to pee.”

The bathroom was all black and gold and sparkly. Everything about the palace you were in was fancy and breathtaking, like all the people. You relieved your bladder and washed your hands when the woman you met earlier, the server who tried to hit on Harry, walked up to the sink next to you and started to wash her hands. You looked at her through the mirror and she glanced at you but went back to washing her hands.

You found it odd that she didn’t greet you and maybe it was all the alcohol or your own dislike toward her but after you dried your hands you leaned your hip to the counter and faced her. You waited for her to finish but she didn’t turn to look at you.

When she moved to leave you stepped in front of her, blocking her path, realizing you were a few inches taller than her, thanks to your stilettos. You laughed and it came out darker than you intended, a menacing chuckle that you’d never heard come from yourself before.

She cleared her throat and tried to step around you but you pressed your back into the door and spoke, “What? No hello? No welcome to the fold? You flirt with my man right in front of me but won’t acknowledge me, the guest of honor?”

You really didn’t know what had gotten into you but you wanted her to know her place. You could read her thoughts easily and she didn’t like you. But that wasn’t your concern. You didn’t care if she liked you or not. It was her sneaky little lingering contemplation about how she was going to get Harry’s attention. And when she finally looked into your eyes you smiled at her ridiculous recent memory.

She’d tried hitting on him again just now. That’s why she was here. She followed you to the bathroom so she could have a moment alone with him and he brushed her off.

You laughed and brought your hand up to her long hair, wrapping a small curl around your pointer finger, “Maybe it’s hard for you to comprehend this but Harry is mine. He doesn’t want you, as you just learned. Again. Do you know what we did after we left the pub earlier today? When we didn’t eat the dessert you gave to Harry?”

You saw her swallow and the look in her eyes narrowed as she got angrier.

“Yeah. I bet you’d like to know. It was dirty and hot. So satisfying. Mouth watering. And soon you’ll be seeing me carrying his heir. His cock is mine. His soul is bonded to me. You’re a bore to him. And to me too quite honestly. Know your place,” you let go of her hair and brought your hand up to her temple, touching the small space between her eye and her ear, “I can hear every stupid thought in your brain your right now. You’re pathetic.”

And with that, you turned and walked out of the bathroom. Harry was waiting for you by the door. He was smirking at you, “What did you do to her?”

You smiled and brought your hands up over his chest and pressed him into the wall, “I just told her whom you belong to,” you pressed your lips to his and took his hand, pulling it down to your center where you were wet (it was easy access with your high front slit), and you lifted your leg over his hip and pressed your mouth over his.

Harry sputtered out a laugh in disbelief, “What have you done with my sweet little lemon love? Hmm?” He kissed you back and slid his fingers over your clit and smiled against your lips, “Need me, baby? Want to make her jealous? Is that why you’re all grabby with my hands?”

You smiled and shrugged, “Maybe.” And you weren’t sure why you did it, but maybe it was to make her jealous. You wanted her to see Harry touching you and not her. You knew you’d absolutely lost your mind when rolled your hips into his hand.

Harry pushed his fingers inside and kept his thumb on your button as he slowly dragged his long digits in and out. You knew that she’d see the whole show if she just stepped out of the bathroom. The slit in your dress was so high and you weren’t wearing panties and with Harry’s hand stuffed in your cunt, there was no way to hide what was happening.

You held onto his shoulders and tightened your leg over his hip as he worked your pussy. Harry leaned in to kiss your neck as his hand grew wetter and wetter.

With the moments of quiet, the girl thought the coast was clear so she stepped out of the bathroom and the first thing she saw, just as you’d hoped, was your wet pussy being fucked with Harry’s long, ringed fingers.

You and Harry both turned your heads toward her and smiled, your eyes were droopy because you were already being worked into an orgasm, but you still managed a good grin at her.

Harry pulled his fingers out of your cunt and lifted his hand, putting his middle finger into his mouth and moaning before popping it out and holding it out to the girl, “Oh, did you want a taste of the best pussy in all the realms?”

Her eyes widened and she scowled, “Doubt that…” she said under her breath and Harry scoffed before moving your leg down and he dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands on your hips, and lifted your leg up over his shoulder.

He looked at the girl and shook his head, “Your existence is boring and you have no taste. Please go so I can eat,” and with that, he dug his face into your cunt and you held onto his shoulders and moaned, throwing your head back.

You were feeling the magic of the realm. The freedom, the openness, the spontaneity. It was different being in the lower realm. Not like it was on Earth. You felt the gravity, the heat, the confidence, and the boldness of the others around you. It melted away any bit of reserve you felt (well mostly), enough that you were getting eaten out in public so you could make a point to someone who thought she could have your man.

The girl was long gone by the time you orgasmed and Harry’s big cock was nearly bursting from his pants. He already had a big cock even when not hard so getting hard while he was wearing pants tended to be a bit of a problem for him.

“Let’s go back to our room. I think you’ve been present long enough,” Harry’s face was slick with you and you wiped his chin with your palm as you tried to calm your panting breaths with a nod.

You and Harry wasted no time in getting back to the big bed that sat waiting for you to use. The fire was already lit and the candles on the mantle were flickering with gentle light against the wall and ceiling.

Harry’s black eyes were devouring your body as you slid your dress off. He watched you as he slowly removed his shirt and then his pants. He was gearing up to do what he did best. What he was created to do. He was an incubus after all, with a big cock that was used to pour fertile seed meant to impregnate a womb with his heir. It wasn’t like when it was just fucking. When it was time for him to plant an heir, his ritual was sacred and he was about to share it with you. You were about to find out what it was really like to be properly defiled by an incubus.

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[gfbillpotts]

when you're a devout christian with effeminate traits riddled with religious trauma who's mocked by your peers for being too emotional and struggles with your identity being at odds with your love for God and your boyfriend is a goth sensitive soul traumatized by his eventful past who's given up his allegiance to satan because he'd rather worship you and follow you around like a faithful dog

#keefe chambers #kelvin gemstone #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #keefe x kelvin #good omens #the righteous gemstones #trg

[bird-wells214]

zelda fans I need your help I have a stupid question it’s about this one specific track in the music

so I’m a newborn Zelda fan and totk was my first game. I’ve been slowly learning the lore but aside from the things I need to understand certain references during totk I know little if not none

and the yiga clan + master kohga have become some of my absolute favorite characters. I’ve got utter goddamn brain rot over them. so their scenes have been very memorable to me right.

but this one damn scene has been bothering me for hours now.

this FUCKING track. the part in between the depths music at the beginning and the actual kohga boss theme towards the end? that epic orchestral theme during his dialogue? what the FUCK is the deal with that??

is it a motif from another track that I just haven’t found or detected while listening to it myself??? is it another track backwards? is it a motif of a separate character? is it referencing botw or even another game before that? or did they, for some batshit reason, give master kohga a totally unique, Standalone Theme, specifically tailored to play during the moment he pledged allegiance to satan and tells you he’s gonna kick your ass???

please I need an answer. even if it’s just someone telling me I’m losing my mind because clearly it’s a leitmotif from a different theme. I’m obsessed with the music in this game and it’s been bothering me for like 3 hours. please free me from this prison

#long post #totk #tears of the kingdom #legend of Zelda #yiga clan #Zelda #random #Youtube

[socialjusticeinamerica]

Catholics aren’t a solid voting block. Their political persuasion is all over the board. They range from liberals to extremely conservative in the case of Southern Hispanics. They know abortion isn’t the only issue and that slimy RepubliKKKans try to recruit them come election time only to denounce them as Satan worshippers when the election passes.

Catholics would be well advised to pay attention to the constant stream of anti-Catholic rhetoric that flows freely from Marjorie Failure Queen and virtually all the other Evangelical and Protestant RepubliKKKans. People forget that Catholics were a top target of the KKK and white nationalists (nativists). Catholics are still majority urban which MAGAts view with disdain and believed to be “papists” with foreign allegiance by the right as well. Catholics could be be a potentially game changing block if the Dems ever got organized and started to recruit groups that the GOP are hostile towards.

Trying to convince anyone in this country to vote in their own best interests is an exercise in futility.

[jackalopesao3]

Nightbringer Theories: OG timeline, OG characters, motives, & a few other thoughts…

So @impish-ivy’s post inspired me to attempt to type out the word soup of theories that have been sloshing around in my mind for a while!

I have thoughts on what the world in NB is, where the OG characters are/what they may be doing, and a few other theories below the cut. Spoilers below!

First, I’m wondering if this “world” is some type of test for the MC, be it their allegiance or a test of Solomon’s for his apprentice.

The OG ended with MC being able to travel freely between worlds and being a member of RAD student council. The previous season, MC had to pass a test to become a sorcerer. The final OG season were tests/trials to become a student council member. There’s been a theme of tests recently so I can’t help but wonder.

Is this world how someone wishes things could have been? Someone’s attempt at a second chance?

What’s the motive here? NB repeatedly talks of tipping the scale to have darkness but why? Do the fae want to return in a larger presence? Would this be beneficial to their return? Is this an attempt to awaken the Faerie King or the Demon King? Is this to somehow enlighten MC on relations between all the realms?

Is someone else driving this? Maybe Michael is involved due to regret. He has connections to Solomon. Solomon has a pact with Barbatos. It is inferred that Barbatos and Nightbringer are somehow related. Is Michael doing this to get the brothers back by making an argument that the DD is too powerful now?

There was never any mention of the brothers being pardoned and allowed back to the CR in the OG. It also seems weird to be pardoned and then punished in Cocytus but this could be because the brothers refused to go back.

The next plot point I’m concerned with is that I think it will be very wrenching to go back to the OG world/timeline if these characters are entirely different from the OGs. MC has formed bonds with them.

To remedy this: what if everyone except MC (and possibly Solomon and Barbatos) fell under some sort of shared dream that they are in the past and the current events never happened (memories wiped/altered).

Maybe these are the characters we all know and love and someone (NB) has put them under this spell for motives still unknown.

The MC’s room is nostalgic for everyone. It’s been made a point several times in the storyline by multiple characters that the room is special.

Mammon shares in a text that the term, “being first” in regard to MC feels important to him and he doesn’t know why. This is before their NB pact.

Almost every character states a familiarity with MC, feeling a deep connection to them. Even when memories are lost, it’s possible to still feel a connection with the ones most important to you.

These feelings could actually be from the fae or NB observing the characters but I’m leaning more towards this being the OG characters as this would be less messy for the writers.

It would also explain Luke’s existence and why RAD hasn’t been established yet. NB starts about a yearish after the Celestial War.

Luke was born after the war and is still considered a kid in the OG. When he’s introduced in NB, he’s petrified of demons and has never met the brothers in their angel forms, only relying on what Michael and Simeon have told him. Was he born a child instead of a baby like how Satan was born a fully grown adult? Was he born from Michael?

He’d have only been alive a year if he was born after the war. It’s not impossible but to be sent to the DD so soon after being born/created is highly sus tbh. I won’t ignore the possibility that he may have been born before the war but I feel like this would have been mentioned.

In the OG, RAD was already established before the fall. If anything, OM! is pretty consistent with their lore, at least in my opinion. They’ve always been very detailed and even dropped videos of the scrapped plot on YouTube. They’ve also put some of those scrapped ideas into NB. It just seems very odd to me that this would be mistake. I may be giving the writers too much credit though! I just figured I’d share my thought on this while we’re on the topic.

Just these points alone (plus the brothers being pardoned by the CR) make a compelling argument for this being an alternate world/reality or some type of shared illusion.

(Branching off the pacts: what if these are somehow pacts with the little D’s? Maybe the faeries and this world are the little D’s emulating the brothers. Just a side thought! Moving on!)

Now that our pacts are reforged, will MC break this illusion, freeing their friends and found family? Or stay in this dream world due to the new bonds formed?

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[yieldfruit]

The Gospel

What It Means to Be a Christian

Being a Christian is more than identifying yourself with a particular religion or affirming a certain value system. Being a Christian means you have embraced what the Bible says about God, mankind, and salvation. Consider the following truths found in the Bible.

God Is Sovereign Creator Contemporary thinking says man is the product of evolution. But the Bible says we were created by a personal God to love, serve, and enjoy endless fellowship with Him. The New Testament reveals it was Jesus Himself who created everything (John 1:3; Colossians 1:16). Therefore, He also owns and rules everything (Psalm 103:19). That means He has authority over our lives and we owe Him absolute allegiance, obedience, and worship.

God Is Holy God is absolutely and perfectly holy (Isaiah 6:3); therefore He cannot commit or approve of evil (James 1:13). God requires holiness of us as well. First Peter 1:16 says, You shall be holy, for I am holy.

Mankind Is Sinful According to Scripture, everyone is guilty of sin: There is no man who does not sin (1 Kings 8:46). That doesn't mean we're incapable of performing acts of human kindness. But we're utterly incapable of understanding, loving, or pleasing God on our own (Romans 3:10-12).

Sin Demands a Penalty God's holiness and justice demand that all sin be punished by eternal death (Ezekiel 18:4; Romans 6:23). That's why simply changing our patterns of behavior can't solve our sin problem or eliminate its consequences.

Jesus Is Lord and Savior Romans 10:9 says, If you confess with your mouth Jesus as Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you shall be saved. Even though God's justice demands death for sin, His love has provided a Savior who paid the penalty and died for sinners (1 Peter 3:18). Christ's death satisfied the demands of God's justice, and Christ's perfect life satisfied the demands of God's holiness (2 Corinthians 5:21), thereby enabling Him to forgive and save those who place their faith in Him (Romans 3:26).

The Character of Saving Faith True faith is always accompanied by repentance from sin. Repentance is agreeing with God that you are sinful, confessing your sins to Him, and making a conscious choice to turn from sin (Luke 13:3, 5; 1 Thessalonians 1:9), pursue Christ (Matthew 11: 28-30; John 17:3), and obey Him (1 John 2:3). It isn't enough to believe certain facts about Christ. Even Satan and his demons believe in the true God (James 2:19), but they don't love and obey Him. True saving faith always responds in obedience (Ephesians 2:10).

Source: https://www.gracechurch.org/about/gospel

#the Gospel #salvation #good news