#azazel the cursed one

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Demon x Gloomy! Reader

As much as you'd like to spend the rest of your life secluded away from the world, you need money. Conveniently enough, a new detective agency in town is hiring, and the salary is ridiculously good. The catch? Oh, you'll see once you sign the contract right...here. Congratulations! You've sealed a lifetime bond with their one and only employee, a demon from the depths of Hell!

Content: female reader, monster romance, dark humor, perverted goat demon yandere, based on ‘Yondemasuyo, Azazel-San’

[Part 2] [Monster masterlist]

There’s still enough time to go back, you think. It’s loud and crowded and you’d rather be home. The temptation is beginning to creep its tendrils over your mind, so you quickly pull out your phone and check your bank account. The numbers remind you why you’re here in the first place: if you don’t get a job soon, you’ll run out of savings.

Come on, it can’t be that bad. In fact, it’s the best offer you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Minimal interaction with humans, short hours, and absurdly good pay. A new detective agency opened in your town and they’re looking for an assistant. A regular person would most likely be put off by such shady circumstances. There must be a catch, but you couldn’t care less either way. What are they going to do, kill you? Sell your organs on the black market? They’d spare you the time to plan your own demise.

You climb the stairs and knock on the door. A deep voice tells you to enter, and you sheepishly make your entrance. The office is rather small and somewhat cramped, with stacks of papers scattered over the floor. Behind the desk sits a man – maybe in his thirties? – with messy black hair, sunken eyes, and an irked expression. Is this the detective? He looks like an angry thug. Not that you’re one to judge, given your overall gloomy aura that deters passersby with ease.

“Yes?” he asks curtly, not even looking up from his book.

“I’m here for the job offer. The assistant role?”

“Ah, yeah. Completely forgot about that.” He rummages through his drawer and pulls out a sheet of paper, slapping it on the desk. “Here’s the details. Same as in the ad. Here’s where you sign. Do you have questions?”

“Hmm, I guess not.” You hum, indifferent, and scribble your name.

The man finally glances at you, faint intrigue on his face.

“This went unexpectedly smoothly. What if it was a scam?”

“Then what?” You stare him in the eye with a flaccid smile. “There’s nothing to take from me. If it is a scam indeed, you’ll be the one disappointed in the end.”

His eyes narrow in an eerie grin, and he stands up.

“Perfect match.”

“Excuse me?”

He walks towards a secondary room and waits for you to follow him. Once you’ve joined, he turns on the lights, and you immediately notice a strange seal painted on the floor: Geometric symbols resembling a pentagram, surrounded by words in a language you don’t understand. You’re carefully observing the strange sight, so entranced that you don’t sense the detective lifting your hand and casually piercing your finger with a small scalpel.

Before you can react to the sudden attack, he presses your hand onto the contract you’d signed earlier. You wince in pain and swiftly pull your hand away, glaring at the man.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you demand angrily.

“I thought I’d already introduce you to the main tool we use to solve our cases.”

The sigil on the ground begins to glow and the edges move in a circular motion. A black ooze erupts from the center, rapidly expanding outwards. You glue yourself to the wall for safety, unsure of what is happening.

A clawed hand emerges from the cursed muck, grabbing onto the edges for support. Within seconds, a creature crawls its way out. A humanoid figure with curled horns and long locks, its body ending with goat hooves instead of legs, stands up and stretches before your terrified self. You tighten your jaw in anticipation.

“You always summon me during my best naps, damn it!” the demon barks.

The detective approaches the monster, completely unconcerned, and slaps its horns nonchalantly, earning a groan from the demon.

“Skip the unnecessary whining. This is our new assistant and your owner as of now.” He explains, dangling the contract before the horned creature and pointing a finger in your direction.

“The fuck? You said you’d end the deal if I completed that mission. You lied to me, you-!” the beast finally notices your presence and abruptly stops. “Well then, what do we have here?”

A wide, perverted smile replaces his frown, sharp fangs glistening with malice.

“Aren’t you a miserable one! You reek of apathy”, the demon exclaims, clacking his hooves in your direction. “Boy oh boy, I could just eat you up! Tell me your name.”

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out. You wonder if this is some bizarre dream after all. The demon clamps your lips back shut.

“Tempting offer, but I don’t need head right now. Save the gesture for later, alright? Let’s try again: Name!”

Your brows furrow in disbelief at his crass insolence.

“I-it’s (Y/N).” you finally manage to blurt out.

He strokes your head lovingly, as if he’s praising some house pet.

“Good girl. You can call me Zzy.”

For a moment, you completely forgot about the detective being in the same room. He places the demon under a firm hold and shoves him away from you, then hands you a thick, leathered book.

“This is his grimoire. Read it once you’re home. First day is tomorrow unless you need more time.”

“Tomorrow is fine”, you answer in a daze, fumbling to find the exit and ignoring the horned monster waving at you enthusiastically.

You’re lying in bed, still a little shaken from the events you witnessed earlier today. A detective agency that uses a demon to solve matters, and you’ve just been coerced into selling your soul for a lifetime bond with him. You sigh in exhaustion. At least the pay is good, you tell yourself as you trace your fingers over the old text of the grimoire:

“Great President of Hell, ruling three legions of demons. Brings insanity or great sorrow to any person the conjurer wishes. Feeds on sadness and fear. Causes people to end their life.”

Hard to believe that depraved buffoon holds such power. Although it does explain, at least, why the detective was eager to use you as a replacement. Or why the demon showed such intense interest.

“Who’s a buffoon?”

The voice is so close that you feel its hot breath on your ear. You scream and jump back in panic, tumbling out of the bed and scrambling onto the floor. You rub your eyes just to make sure: the half-goat creature is lounging under your sheets, gazing at you with a bored expression.

“Christ! I thought you’re not allowed to leave the office?” you inquire, baffled.

“That’s why I snuck this in your pocket!” he says as he procures a small coin. “I can track down cursed items. Hehe~”

As if remembering a vital detail, he throws himself up and joins you on the ground:

“Oh, but don’t tell Mr. Detective about it, or he’ll feed me to the dogs. It’s our secret.” he pleads, hands put together in a praying gesture.

“What are you even doing here?”

“I figured it’d be useful if we got to know each other as soon as possible, seeing as we’ll be working together from now on.”

“And it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“Well…I also got really horny thinking of you and decided to just visit instead. How about a quick fuck?”

“Absolutely not. Eat a raw potato or something.”

“Don’t be like that! At least let me touch your boobs. Help a partner out, eh?”

Perhaps being scammed was not the worst-case scenario. You slap the demon’s groping fingers away and return to your previous spot in bed. It will be a long night.

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[mantizimus]

Carrie White!S/O

Iruma Suzuki

Understands your situation and helps to get used to a new life.

Finds your kind and shy nature endearing, but also does everything possible to help you become more confident.

Helps to understand that demons are not as bad as they are portrayed in bible and various media.

One day Iruma asked you about your past. And when you told him about it… that was the only time you saw him absolutely livid.

Yes, he understands that humans aren't perfect, but still, what kind of sick bastard would do something like that?

Fascinated by your power and explains that this is not a curse, but a gift.

Look for some books on telekinesis to help you learn. He can also ask his grandfather for advice.

Alice Asmodeus

Human? With telekinetic powers? In the netherworld? That's... unusual.

Helps to get used to Babyls, as well as to learn the ways of the netherworld.

Sometimes he notices some kind of similarity between you and Iruma, but does not attach much importance to this.

Noticing that you shoot down any affection he shows you as a prank, Alice initially thinks that this is due to the fact that he is a succubus.

Thus, he makes it clear that his feelings for you are sincere and that he is not trying to seduce you.

But when he sees that even after that you still hold the same opinion, he just asks you what happened, forcing you to tell about your past.

If you hadn't slaughtered your bullies, he would've found a way into the human world and burned them to a crisp.

Will visit the library with you to help find books on telekinesis.

Also uses his flames as an example. Yes, he understands that it's not the same, but this maybe will give you some kind of idea.

Clara Valac

Your nature causes her admiration and interest.

Clara can and will make you participate in her shenanigans.

After learning that you had no friends before, gets upset because of this.

If you are in a bad mood, she will use her magic, as well as Summon, to cheer you up.

Feels a mixture of sadness and wrath when you told her about your past.

Will hug you as often as possible to make sure you're in a good mood.

It is likely that she will ask you to use your power for games.

She will try to give you theoretical help in controlling telekinesis. It's possible that you won't understand her explanations, though.

Sabro Sabnock

Intrigued by you. As far as he remembers, humans, according to myths, don't have any supernatural abilities.

Helps you get out of your shy shell and become more active and sociable.

He will call you cool and won't take 'no' as an answer.

After learning about what happened to you in the human world, he was totally and royally pissed off.

He will definitely ask you to describe the appearance of these scumbags in as much detail as possible, after which he will make training dummies out of them, which he will beat with extreme cruelty.

If you want to practice on them, he's not gonna stop you from it.

Sabro would be quite a good mentor when it comes to telekinesis. He'll choose the way of learning that will be most effective and understandable for you.

Ameri Azazel

Her first instinct was to tell her father that a human had entered the demon world. But when she saw your telekinesis, she realized that it was better to postpone it for later.

Spending time with you and trying to understand where you got these abilities from, Ameri eventually fell in love with you.

Definitely help you become more ambitious and stronger in character.

Reads manga with you, and not only romantic.

Was furious when she found out about your life in human world. She believes that if she went to the same school as you, all this crap wouldn't have happened.

Will spend as much time with you as possible, helping you to understand that you deserve love too and that you will never be alone.

Needless to say thay you'll get addicted to this feeling.

Will use all available means in mastering telekinesis. Books, her own magic, manga that has characters with similar abilities - it doesn't matter.

Jazz M. Andro

At first treated you like a little sister, protecting you from any potential offenders.

Realizing that he fell in love, he began to steal money from other students, which he spent on a gift to you.

Despite your naivety, Jazz never tried to manipulate you.

Having learned that you are a human, he was surprised, but his opinion of you hasn't changed.

Then, he found out about your life in the human world. He never felt such rage, even towards his older brother AND Furfur. And that says a lot.

Convinces you that your former classmates are nothing more than mentally retarded pests who don't understand anything about people.

Offer you to use telekinesis to steal things.

If you refuse, he will not insist, but will make it clear that if you change your mind, he will gladly accept your help.

Schneider Allocer

If you want to get some interesting information every day that, thanks to your mother, you didn't know about, then congratulatios, you found best boyfriend.

Helps you to look at the world without the prism of religion.

When you revealed your nature to him, he definitely began to ask you about the human world in order to understand how it works.

Noticing that you have never talked about your past, he will unobtrusively ask you about it.

The first reaction to what happened back then was shock. He was appaled at how cruel people can be.

The second reaction was hatred. It's not aimed at you, no It is aimed at those who bullied you to the point of you snapping and commiting slaughter. They successfully removed Furfur from the top spot on his list of people he hates.

Seriously, if Schneider had the opportunity, he would bring them back to life and kill them in the most brutal way possible.

Give you advices and various books to help you control your telekinesis.

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[elettralightwood]

Asmodeus is a Greater Demon, particularly a Prince of Hell and a fallen angel. He is associated with the sin of lust and described as "the worst of demons". He is also known by the name Ashmedai—a king of the demonic spirits of the Shedim and Djinn—and is the father of the warlock Magnus Bane.

🔥He is a general of Hell's army.

🔥He is typically summoned by those seeking revenge.

🔥Because of Asmodeus' influence and power, his eldest curse, Magnus Bane, is often left alone by other demons.

🔥Asmodeus was once bound to King Solomon and forced to do his bidding.

🔥He is the demon of the month of November.

🔥He loves gambling so much that he runs all the gambling houses in Hell.

🔥He hates things that remind him of God; such as water and birds.

🔥Asmodeus has a strong alliance with Azazel. The pair are known to have worked with one another in the past.

[art by Cassandra Jean]

#tsc #shadowhunters #the shadowhunters chronicles #shadowhunters illustrations #asmodeus

[itsmmatchaa]

YAO MEI

will this anger ever dissapear?

♱˙⁠SEX: yes (bro can shapeshift so biology doesn't apply to him)

♱˙SPECIES: fallen angel

♱˙NAME: Yao Mei (妖媚) — yāo mèi, it means seductive/bewitching ; (angel name: Azazel)

♱˙NICKNAMES: yao yao, boss/big boss (by Nico)

♱˙OCCUPATIONS: indie singer, like to hide his face when he plays music at some pubs or sing covers in the internet/currently the owner of a cozy but known cafeteria (he does his best to scare away his costumers but somehow more and more come to see him, so he just goes with the flow)

♱˙AGE: ??

♱˙BIRTHDAY: has no day of birth so he choose the day that he decided to live like a human: 11th november

♱˙HOMETOWN: heaven (literally)

♱˙HEIGHT: 198cm

♱˙APPEARENCE:

♱˙EYECOLOR: dirty gray, his eyes are like a eternal thunderous sky. they are sharp and thin, very much like a blade

♱˙HAIR: kinda wavy, almost straight raven black hair, neck length with blonde strands on his nape, reminiscent of his angelic features

♱˙SKINCOLOR: Yao Mei has a nude skin, a bit yellowish? Has a eternal golden glow on his skin, he is a fallen angel after all (no he doesn't glow like Edward unfortunately)

♱˙BODYINFO: man is ripped, he's Niccolo's numero uno gym buddy (and the only that can go with Nico's crazy schedule and exercises without dying). Yao Mei has broad shoulders and strong arms from his training with swords by the time he was in heaven and probably has something to do with the drums he play? Yes. Has guitar player hands and veiny arms. He has a tongue piercing, a erl piercing (the one that goes through your nose bridge), lip piercing and pierced ears

♱˙ABOUT YAO MEI:

“I had another name before”

he was an Archangel, a warrior of god. highly respected amoung his peers in heaven for his serious and diligent nature until the celestial war took place. when he was still an angel, he received the name Azazel. he greatly admired Lucifer and was close to him, so when Lucifer fell, he went directly to confront God and asked: what happened? why did that happen? why him? And when he was not received, quite the contrary, he had been rejected, he decided to go after Lucifer alone.

Lucifer was smart and knew very well that Azazel had a desire, an urge to free himself. and taking advantage of the trust of the very devoted Archangel, he started to put ideas in his mind, planting seeds of doubt, twisting words into a winding path with no return, taking advantage of his good heart. Lucifer convinced Azazel to transform into a snake and tempt Eve

“Don’t you think it’s wrong, Azazel? The way they hide things from the humans?” Said the one who was once God's golden child, his brightest light.

And Azazel noded, of course, who would disagree?

“You could do that for me, couldn’t you?” Lucifer questioned again, scraping his wings on the ground and closer to Azazel

The Archangel replied, with a smile, oh poor innocent child

“But of course, for you, I would.”

And he did

if you think Lucifer was the one turning into a snake and making Eve taste the fruit of forbidden knowledge, you are mistaken. It was Azazel. And you think it was Eve biting the fruit? no my dear, it was Adam, but who would belive poor Eve? Why your think man have "Adam's apple" stuck on his throat? thank Azazel for that endless curse. And the favors for Lucifer didn't stop there, but he felt like he was doing something great for the first time in his existence. Azazel felt like a little pet, a lapdog, when he was in the heavens, he knew that they and other angels could be doing more to guide humanity, Azazel had the desire to help humanity, so he constantly took human or animal form to walk around among mortals and help them in some way.

He has a very good heart although he appears to be apathetic. and I felt that just raising faults in the courts of God was too much for him. The more he walked among humans he saw how miserable they became and saw that no being in the heavens did anything. He was tired, he couldn't take it anymore, and in front of everyone in the heavens, he rebelled.

“I can’t stand being bossed around by anyone anymore. I think I've always had that in me, that place is suffocating. Paradise is suffocating.”

It was not long before the once respected archangel was cast out, falling with many others, and raising his sword against the heavens in the war that once split the heavens.

What Azazel didn't expect was that when he joined Lucifer, the one he admired most, the one he believed, the one he trusted; he would in the end receive the same treatment as he had in heaven. He had already fulfilled his purpose, now he was nothing more than disposable to Lucifer. He followed Lucifer because he was tired of being God's pet and in the end he became Lucifer's pet.

His rebellion was of no use.

In the end, all he was left with was the unfortunate nickname of snake, the venom of god, his sword and his wings. These were the only things that had been left for the angel once respected in heaven. this was Azazel. The angel previously charged with the task of raising human faults and enumerating them before the Divine Court, during the annual judgment of humanity now limited to Lucifer's pet. The snake, the scapegoat, the poison of God, Azazel. The title that Lucifer gave him "the prince of Wrath" served more as a mock than a gift.

“I wanted too much, I think. I just wanted to do something for my own will, not His, I wanted my freedom. Look what it brought me.”

Azazel rebelled once again, without looking back.

♱˙PERSONALITY: a good person. He genuinely is. However he was so heartbroken before, so shattered that he cannot stand being around people anymore, he cannot stand the betrayal, the disappointment that would come with that. At the same time he is oh so, so desperate to be loved, to love, to be given and to give in. He is a reliable and responsible one, he cares for people around him. He knows how ephemeral and fast a human life and even moments and time itself can be, he has seen so many times before, dripping through his fingers both lives and time.

He's most serious, doesn't talk much and just hums or lift his eyebrows as a way of saying yes or no, call him emo if you like (that's what he is, this fucking emo). Can appear as cold and sarcastic, and sometimes he can be a little bit theatrical. He's the type: as-long-you-don't-annoy-me-I-won't-kill-you type of person. He's not the type to laugh, he can scoff a laugh and smirk, but a full laugh? Nah.

Values his independency more than anything and is not the type to get involved in conflict HOWEVER, if it's something that really piss him off, my god you better start praying, for real, it's not afraid to throw punches or buy a fight that its not his, he's collected but has a heart different from the other angels.

Even if he seems collected and calm, his mind is a eternal turmoil. He is the original prince of wrath after all. His calm personally comes from many years of self discipline and control. Even so, it doesn't matter how much he push away, how much he meditate, how much he tries to vent with music and singing. He still has anger in his head, his heart still ache. He's not a holy being anymore, anything is better than going back to heaven. He's not a demon either. What is he? Is he now deemed to be pure anger? To haunt the world with his pitiful existence?

♱˙LIKES: his peace, the smell of coffee and after rain, the sound of the cafe bell when someone go past the door, the rustle of paper bags when he prepare a to-go snack, the rumble of the milk blender, low bass, jazz, cold breeze, black cats and dobermans. He really enjoy cooking, most of the pastries and breads on the cafe are made by him. Loves to sing, probably is a angel thing. Black beer, and black coffee. Also likes his crucifix that he carries proudly around his neck, he do enjoy to go on church and hear the choir, probable because it scratch his brain and make his relax a bit. He's fond of paganism and often lit incenses around the cafe to whoever god or deity feels like listening to him he doesn't pray too, he's too proud to ask for forgiveness or help.

♱˙DISLIKES: the bible, however unlike Niccolo that has a disgust with the bible and churches in general, Yao Mei likes to read the bible out loud and proceed to say: "nu-uh that wasn't what happened, look at this they made me seem like I'm a fool". Hate any kind of form of betrayal, so yep if he ever hear someone on the cafe talking about being cheated he'll probably going to beat someone ass that night. It's not very much found of default vodka? Like, the no flavoured one. Hates when the cafe gets too crowded or when there's too much kids inside, specially if they're the noisy ones. He doesn't like much kids by the way, it reminds him of the times he was a guardian angel (he hated taking care of toddlers). Hates hospitals with burning passion. He claim to hate Niccolo but he know deep in his heart that Nicco is his bestie, either he like it or not, also he hates when Niccolo don't wash the dishes after he eat. Doesn't like to pray, since it bring him bad memories but it's often to see him speaking alone to himself, specially when he feels alone. He'll never admit it but he's grateful for Niccolo's noisy ass and personality, Yao Mei would be in a way bad state of mind if wasn't for him.

♱˙TRIVIA:

his name was supposed to be Mei Yao and he had a red skin

he was my second oc not related with an existing universe like anime or whatever (first was Ghostien), i wanted to draw a demon and just made him out of nowhere, i still have the sketch of him

he choose his name because it was the first thing he heard after he fell from heaven

dislikes people (me too) but his cafe is well known around town not only because of the good ambiance and music, but because the barista and the owner are very attractive

plays guitar, bass, drums, anything, it is music a angel thing? Yes

think that cats are nice, and im thinking about giving him a hairless black cat with sum very edgy but silly name like edgylord or graveyard idk

his holy weapon is a sword

The crucifix he wear was a gift. Is used to hurt and burn his skin but he got used to it, it's like a eternal reminder of his origin and also a mocking to the heavens

He also is always with two bracelets, one in each wrists, he always wore bracelets on his angel form so it's kind of a bad habit of his, same thing with the crucifix, used to hurt and burn since it was holy silver

Yes he was the snake that lured Eve and Adam. But different from what we hear, I like to think that Adam was the one who bit first and lied that was Eve, and that was the first betrayal, so Yao Mei cursed all mankind to always carry Adam's apple in their throat because of that lie

Lucifer named him as the Prince of Wrath, so he is the original Sin of Wrath

His voice when he sing sounds like Vessel

@itsmmatchaa ; don't copy, rp, translate, or use as your own ; last edited: feb/2024

#oc x reader #monster oc #oc #monster oc x reader #falleng angel #angel #angel oc #fallen angel oc #angel x reader #fallen angel x reader #nephilim

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Heya author can i ask a scenario where fem reader sing homura from demon slayer in order to remind the humanity to never give up when they feel they are loosing hope? And also could you add some ror reaction specifically

Gods:

Buddha

Beelzebub

Hercules

Poseidon

Humans

Sasaki

Raiden

Jack

Chen gong and Lubu

Adam

You may add or choose whoever you want in or out the list since its your story your rules that's all thank you!

-Humanity was terrified of the power the gods held, and this tournament was their only chance of salvation, putting their trust in the greatest warriors in history.

-The gods, thinking this whole tournament to be a joke, were quick to start jeering at the humans in attendance, telling them that they had no chance to defeat literal gods, everyone unaware of Brunnhilde’s cunning plan to give them a fighting chance.

-The tournament drew such a crowd that Zeus wanted some entertainment first, a mini challenge between the humans and the gods.

-The gods went first, summoning the sirens to sing for the crowds, protective blockers placed on everyone in attendance so their beautiful singing wouldn’t enchant anyone.

-The gods cheered for the beautiful singing, getting hyped and jeering the humans even more, teasing that they had no one that could challenge the best singers in Valhalla!

-A lone human female appeared in the arena, beautiful in her own right, holding a microphone, it was legendary singer Y/N.

-You had been approached by Brunnhilde to sing for the arena, with the intent that you needed to inspire humanity to cheer for their warriors who were going to put everything on the line.

-You didn’t have the spectacle the sirens had, with water jets, dramatic lighting, like a full-on concert performance, it was just you with your microphone.

-You could see the humans in attendance were nervous, scared, and you could see up to the upper levels, seeing some of the warriors for humanity watching you as well.

-Despite the nervousness you felt in your belly, you had a determined fire in your eyes and a soft smile on your lips as you lifted the microphone to your lips.

-Your song seemed to blow everyone back in their seats, listening to your beautiful voice, listening to your lyrics as you belted out a hauntingly beautiful song, Homura.

-The gods, who had been jeering at you before you started singing, were not stunned quiet, the entire stadium quiet as they listened to you.

-The humans felt your passion, your enthusiasm in your song, a feeling of uplifting determination swelling up in each and every one of them and soon their cheers filled the air, cheering out your name.

-Buddha- Watched with a smile on his lips, moving his lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other, seeing you inspire so many people, ones that he could now see both crying and laughing. He smirked lightly, seeing many of the gods being moved to tears as well, as you were singing your heart out to inspire the humans that they had abandoned, that they are ready to destroy. You weren’t ready to give up and your song hyped the humans up, so they weren’t going to give up either! Buddha turned, walking away as he smiled softly, feeling his own determination rising up in his belly.

-Beelzebub- He remained back in the shadows, as he knew the other gods were afraid of him, afraid of his curse from Satan, but listening to your voice, he couldn’t help but close his eyes, leaning his head back. For some reason, your song brought back memories of Lucifer, Samael, Azazel, and Lilith, his happy memories with them, and with it, his desire for his eternal rest. He turned, slipping away, curious about you since you managed to inspire the humans, with the silent hope that if the humans were able to kill the gods, if one of them would be able to do so.

-Hercules- He smiled openly, seeing the humans smiling, cheering, and crying for you, impressed with your skills. You inspired all of the humans in Valhalla with just your song, with your passion. Hercules adored humanity, being a demi-god himself, as he knew the cruelty of the gods well, he wanted humanity to win this tournament, to win their salvation. The Einherjar needed the support of those they were fighting to save, they needed a reason to keep going, keep fighting, and you were that driving force behind them all.

-Poseidon- He looked indifferent to those around him, an almost bored look on his face, finding it amusing that you were trying to inspire the humans. He had to admit, to himself only, that you did have a lovely singing voice, for a human, it was almost soothing, he felt bad for only a moment that you would be lost when the gods defeated the humans. As the sound of the humans cheering rose in volume, he did perk up a bit, hearing this cry for hope, honestly a bit surprised that you had managed to hype up the humans and shut the gods up. His grip on his trident increased only for a moment, a small hope inside of him that he would get an actual challenge, but he wasn’t holding his breath.

-Kojiro- He smiled down at you, even though you couldn’t see it, sitting on a ledge, holding his chin in his hand, impressed that you got these gloomy humans so riled up, so inspired. You weren’t going to give up on humanity, and your song told them to not give up either. Kojiro chuckled softly, moving to stand and his hands came to his hips, inhaling softly as he made a promise to both you and to himself, to do his best, he had to make you proud after you worked so hard to cheer everyone up.

-Raiden- He was watching from his room, on his screen, the other rikishi in his room silent, listening to your anthem for humanity. His arms were folded beneath his chest, his eyes locked on you as the camera zoomed in on you, showing your determination up close. He chuckled softly, hearing the roar of the crowds shaking his room, a sense of pride filling him before he lifted his sake glass to you, “I’m going to give the best performance of my life out there! Just you see little one!” the others were quick to toast as well, cheering with him as they all drank in your honor.

-Jack- You had such a beautiful color, one of pure determination, it almost looked like a blazing fire within you as you sang your heart out. You were only a child to Jack, a young maiden, in your late teens, but you had more courage within you than all of these other humans who were now cheering for you. He tilted his hat down, hiding behind a pillar as he listened to your song, a smile appearing on his lips as he felt the energy all around him, the humans now getting their fight back. His cape swept around his body as he turned, promising to try his best.

-Adam- Pride swelled in his belly, filling every inch of his body, watching his precious child sing to the crowds, singing for humanity, your song telling them all to not give up hope, to keep fighting! Adam’s hands clenched into fists, giving you a firm nod, even though you couldn’t see it, he was going to fight for you, for all of his children, including those who would be fighting alongside him. You did your part in getting humanity to believe in the warriors, now it was his turn to fight.

-Chen Gong and Lu Bu- Chen Gong was quickly in tears, a smile on his face as he watched you sing, the determination swelling in his body, cheering for you with the rest of humanity. Lu Bu was silent compared to Chen Gong, his arms folded beneath his chest, staring down at you. He was the first to fight- no… the second. You were fighting first, you were the one who told the gods to screw off first, inspiring humanity to fight back, to not back down. He grinned widely, seeing your fighting spirit, you may not have been a warrior like he was, but you fought in your own way, and you won. You were the first to beat the gods and now he needed to do the same, so your hard work would be paid off.

#record of ragnarok #ror buddha #ror beelzebub #ror poseidon #ror heracles #ror sasaki kojiro #ror raiden #ror jack the ripper #ror adam #ror lu bu

[propertyofmilfs]

Home away from heaven

( My first fanfic is a fact, I hope you enjoy this fanfic as much as loved writing it. I will be posting as much and often as I can, chapter 2 is already in the works.

An important note: Lucifer uses they/them pronounce in this fanfic

Enjoy reading

Much love,

~a)

chapter 1: Memories, little rats and vengeance

I remember when I was still an angel. The most beautiful out of all the angels. Gods favorite. I remember not sharing gods ideas about the rules for his mortal followers. I remember telling him, everyone should be forgiven if they wanted redemption. For everyone who just wanted to live peacefully, is a place here. I remember rioting against him. Against his rules for denying the gates of heaven if you merely wanted to be yourself. To love who you want to love. I remember the fight. I remember loosing. I remember the fall. How every bone in my body ached. How my face got covered in the mud. How foul it smelled. How wet it was. How cold it was. I remember how betrayed I felt. I remember my heart growing darker with every beat. I remember revenge. If he wanted a war it was a war he would get. I remember the heat of the fires of hell. I remember not remembering how happy I felt. I remember the emptiness. That hole in my heart that could never be filled. I remember the curse. I remember gaining followers. I remember taking Mazikeen in my humble home, she too disgraced from home. I remember finding friendship in her presence. I remember dream. I remember his helmet. I remember the demon who stole it. I remember him wanting it back. I remember being a champion. I remember loosing the battle. I remember the embarrassment. The hatred for him and stupid bags of sand. That disgusting bird. And his even more disgustingly siblings. Except for one. Desire… My entire life flashed before my eyes. At least the things I could remember. Looking over hell I felt like an embarrassment to the realm. Nothing could irritate me more than the feeling of loosing to him.

“My lord, lord Azazel would like a word”

The words of Mazikeen pulled me from my thoughts. Nothing would irritate me, except that… I thought

And right as I was about to say something the fire roared, and there he was. I turned around.

“I will keep it brief your majesty.” He spoke.

“Lord Azazel, how like you to arrive without an invitation”

“I come for the bidding of the assembled lords of hell”

“You stopped fighting each other long enough to assemble”

“We have. Against your enemy. OUR enemy… dream of the endless. The armies of hell are yours to command, should you wish to strike. “

“You wish to invade the dreaming?”

“If you command it.”

“And then perhaps the waking world… and then, eventually, the silver city”

“Precisely, since none of us can leave hell, we may as well expand its borders, until hell is all there is”

“You have given us much to think about Azazel.”

“I would ask you do more then think, the generals command action”

I raised my brow at his last comment, how dare they command anything. Was I not their superior? The ruler, if anyone should command its me.

“Do they?” I asked.

My tone with a hint of venom. I thought about if for a moment, I can’t snap at them that would weaken my position.

“Then I shall act, you may tell them.” My voice was much calmer this time.

“Excellent! Good day your majesty” he answered and with that he disappeared.

Isleens POV

I was sent here to spy on lucifer by dream. Well not exactly sent, I came on my own accord, after all what is a proper arranged marriage without a disgruntled run away bride. I thought maybe if I could prove my usefulness to him he'd hold off on the marriage, that I wouldn't be forced into loving him that maybe it could happen naturally but deep in my heart I know. I could never love him, I wasn't attracted to him. He was far to demanding and brooding, I wanted someone who made me me happy, not someone who could make me happy which is why I found myself on the run from my fiancé and in the ruler of hells private quarters. I was getting good Intel, but I was naive to think I could pull it off. I was creeping towards the exit when a guard spotted me, I sprinted down hallways and corridors. I knew if I was caught I'd be as good as dead, I darted down corridor after corridor and found myself hopelessly loss. I was surrounded by demon guards on all sides, they snickered darkly, noticing the necklace on my neck like a collar that I could neither remove or take off.

"Lucifer will be delighted to know that one of dreams precious little spies have been caught “

They put me in cuffs and dragged me towards Lucifers room, I fought kicked and scratched like a wild animal. Only when we entered the room I froze tensing completely, I did not expect them to look normal, I began to fight again when the guards spoke.

"LET GO OF ME DAMN IT"

The guards punched me and I went limp, a cut on my bottom lip, a bruise sure to form. The guards bowed graciously,

"we found this one leaving your private chambers my lord, it appears to be one of dreams precious companions”

I thrashed in their grip, my eyes bearing into the rulers head, trying to get away from the guards. They pushed harder on my wrist and their was a loud sickening crunch and I let out a blood curdling scream of agony.

“FUCKING STOP IT!”

“ Release her hands, stand by the door. She can’t run away that wouldn’t be smart… so… does dream know you are here?” They finally spoke up.

I held my wrist to my chest and hissed,

"No thank God, the last thing I want is to be in his presence at this current moment”

“And yet you risk your life for him… you’re not very smart are you?”

"who says I'm doing it for him?" I snapped

"do you think I wear this by choice?"

I gestured to the necklace that basically bound me to him

"perhaps I came here to make a deal with you?"

“Making a deal is not going to work if you are going to run away. Don’t lie to me to try to flatter me it won’t work. I know he didn’t send you so why are you here”

"Because I'm being forced to marry him, he wanted a love that even he couldn't dream up so he went to my parent Desire for help, and here I am a fugitive on the run from the king of dreams... So, yes maybe at first I thought if I gave him enough information about you he would think I'm useful and wouldn't just turn me into a fucking mindless house wife... but I've seen how he treats those who'd disobey him and I'd rather take my chances in hell...hell.... I hate him, and there's nothing my parent or I can do to get me out of the arrangement so I thought maybe I'd take my chances here"

I stammered out a flush of humiliation at my admission of truth causing me to blush and emotion to cloud my eyes

“And what do you think you will be here? A housewife would be better for many”

I snapped, "Maybe in your eyes?!?! You don't know what he wants, what is demanded of me. ... surely you have wings, you know what it's like to be caged up without choice with a billion rules your told you must obey"

I held my face in my hands and sobbed little long scars visible between my shoulder blades.

"you fell from the heavens and were banished from your home, because you didn't believe someone should ever be forced to give love to someone or worship them just because those are the rules”

“That was then, now I don’t believe in anything. I don’t care about anyone, you can cry all you want but won’t make me pitty you nor do I care where you came from. “ Their voice was full of venom, it truly gave me the chills.

“take her to the dungeons, I can’t listen to those cries any longer”

They turned their back and I watched them walk away to the balcony. A fight with the ruler of hell was not exactly on my bingo card for this year. I had to behave if I wanted to survive, so I did.

I went willingly with the guards I did not resist, I gave lucifer one last mournful look,

"You used to be my hero, and now your nothing more then a disappointment “

I went with the guards to the cells they tossed me roughly to the ground and I didn't get up merely stayed curled up on the pavement. I healed my injury the best I could, and lay against the hot stone thankful at least I wouldn't freeze

Lucifers POV

I scoffed at the last words of isleen whatever I thought.

Mazikeen approached me hesitantly,

"My lord what if the girl is the key to dreams undoing?”

I listened to mazikeens comment “I know she is… let her sweat for a bit. Let her drown in her tears. If dream wants her he would come get her. But I hardly think he knows where she is”

Mazikeens brow furrowed,

"Wouldn't it be better to send him evidence of her existence in hell, say the necklace or a lock of her hair? Or shouldn't you at least tell Desire where their daughter has found herself? Or let the girl in on the plan?"

Mazikeen folded her hands crossed her chest

“No… why would I. By not telling desire they’ll blame dream. Which causes a confrontation. It would look like he lost her like a child looses its toy”

Mazikeen nodded, "Still aren't you worried it will cause a rift in your friendship with Desire? Your oldest friend?”

“They’ll understand… if you think telling them would be best you can but I am not getting caught up in their family drama”

Mazikeen grunted in frustration, "You are so stubborn"

“That’s why you like me” I smirked and winked

Mazikeen blushed and walked away,

"at least torture her then, I'm bored”

“I will tomorrow, I need to destress first”

I walked towards my bathtub and let the water run adding some oils in the water.

"but of course your majesty, enjoy the bubble bath"

Mazikeen whispered teasingly before leaving.

I could hear Isleen scream from her cell. Some entertainment at last.

"FUCK YOU ALL I KNOW HOW TO KILL ALL OF YOU”

I chuckled at her desperate cries for help and enjoyed the rest of my bath, dreams demise on my mind…

#gwendoline christie #lucifer morningstar #the sandman #fanfic

[burstofastar]

Tekken — Random thoughts

Okay, but Nina and Jin in Tekken 6? I simply love them. Tekken 6 gave (not just me but some other people too) the foundation for an amazing ship.

A respectful relationship that started with work, and the Scenario Campaign showed their closeness and confidence, without losing their professionalism and focus on Jin's goal.

Story-wise, Tekken 6 is… interesting, to say the least. I don't know, I still have mixed feelings about the direction they gave Jin's development and what he was like since Tekken 3.

I can't say that I like that in Tekken 6 he became a war criminal and did such aberrations, when Azazel's problem could have been addressed in another way; because actually, I don't like it at all.

But on the other hand, I don't totally hate the concept itself. I just find it a little hard to digest.

What I can save (or at least try to) is that, from a personal opinion, I don't think he did it because it's the destiny of bearers of Mishima blood to be corrupted. Because, in fact, I don't think Jin was corrupted by having Mishima blood or by the influence of the Devil Gene.

I think he did everything out of his conscience. A twisted, fucked up and terrible way of doing things, but by conscience at the end. Because if we go to the fact, he always struggled and fought against the influence of the curse, and tried to keep it at bay as much as he could (in despite of his T3 and T4 endings, in T5 vs. Hwoarang, in T7 in the desert)… well, in the end of Scenario Campaign we could see how Jin consciously used the power of the Devil Gene (without turning into Devil) to defeat Azazel.

It's a bummer that they "ruined" Jin like that, but it was an interesting chapter in Tekken history.

Anyway, before starting to wander more than necessary… I know that Tekken: Blood Vengeance and the Tekken Comic by Titan Comics aren't canon either, but Nina and Jin roles in each one are a good addition for this dreamy ship (especially in the comics).

And no, my point isn't that the base of the ship has to be that the woman has to do the whole work and being his support 24/7 (a thing that usually happens in the Japanese culture: the female character being just a bland sidekick with no depth and the protagonist's love interest; just as in mostly of shonens, for example), or because it's just the job she was hired for… But because both of them could relate to each other: both suffering child abuse from a close family member, both having family members they dislike, both having lost a family member they loved, both having suffered and survived Ogre's attack, and both having a mostly lonely path in life… because they know they're not the best company and their methods are very questionable.

Feelings aren't part of their lifestyle and not allowing themselves to open their hearts (because having feelings means their goals be compromised), is a fact. And it's a fact that a ship like this will never happen in canon, yet I always loved their genuine mutual trust and respect. It's far away from the Japanese culture's typical cliché of the badass lonely boy and the cute submissive girl who has a huge crush on him, is ghosted during most of the series and wants to "save" him but just meddles, resulting annoying most of times. It reminds me to someone… Wait!!

Alright, speaking more seriously now… Tekken 6 turned 14 years some days ago (especifically for PS3 and XBox, on October 30th), and this was a good opportunity to talk about an underestimated and unapreciated OTP.

I'm very intrigued about what's going to happen in Tekken 8, and the path of both of them when Bamco already revealed the roster's bios. Nina working for Kazuya doesn't make sense if we take into account her relationship with Jin during Tekken 6, the fact that she failed on purpose for Lars and Lee to protect Jin from Heihachi and... taking as bonus the non-canonical comics and BV.

Possibly developers will take the path of Street Fighter x Tekken's story? Nina working with Kazuya but undercover, for Jin's instructions? Because no one can deny how amazing was Jin trusting someone since the beginning, spending time with that someone and being able to share thoughts... even if it's just professionaly.

P.s.: I feel the luckiest guy alive, since I have the privilege of writing this wonderful ship on Twitter... I mean, X. My dearest friend @carade0jete and I roleplay as Nina and Jin, respectively, since almost five years. An amazing journey that still goes on and will last until that app is either ruined or closed by El*n M*sk. Love you, bb. ♥️✨

#tekken #tekken 6 #tekken 8 #nina williams #jin kazama #nina x jin #jin x nina #random thoughts

[twochildreninamoteldemo]

Hi Maven!! Same q to everyone this week: what are your top 3 wincest episodes, and why?

ok im gonna cheat and do this in 2 ways hehe

a) top 3 sam/dean episodes

3. A Very Supernatural Christmas: has the samulet (their engagement ring, obviously!), you can palpably feel the isolation, the neglect, it's very two-children-in-a-motel-esque. and of course, the final scene, where i think, if there was any point in the series aside from the barn scene in which they would have said "i love you," it would have been there. the deep long stare, the watery eyes, the fact that they both know dean will be gone within the year, and then... "do you feel like watching the game?" ahhhhhhh drives me nuts

2. Swan Song: their love literally!!!!! saves the world, i mean come on. it has the whole wincest montage that you could literally set a richard siken poem to, or a taylor swift song to (look i know those are vastly different things but. bear with me), and it would just feel right. dean finally lets sam do things on his own. he lives because sam tells him to. sam manages to revoke his possession consent because of how much he's in love with dean, even as his fist is smashing dean's face into a pulp. ok i have to stop or i'm going to start crying in this goddamn airport.

Playthings: obviously. gothic horror episode of all time. picture-perfect family in the outside, secret sibling hidden upstairs. the way sam and dean's codependency is paired with that of the grandmother and her ghostly sister. the face-stroking. the almost kiss. god i swear it always looks like they're gonna kiss. sam writhing on the bed. dean staring at him like that. the subtext was about to bust through the screen, what with the acting and the way the plot and the meta-plot fit together perfectly. catherine tosenberger said it much better than i can, go read her article in TWC about wincest if you haven't!

b) top 3 family-horror-what-the-incestuous-freudian-fuck-is-going-on-here episodes

2. Devil's Trap: azazel uses john's body in a sexual manner against both sam and dean--primarily the latter but sam gets it, too. it's a chilling scene and really cements that this is what spn is about: never being able to escape the family. sam learns partly of azazel's plot, dean gets his daddy issues flayed onto him, and all through the eyes of the father. it's so well done.

3. Skin: imo the most damning thing the shifter says is, "i will be sorry to lose this skin. your brother's got a lot of great qualities. you should appreciate him more than you do." uh...what? the way he ties up sam and plans on torturing him also aligns with the shifter's pattern of turning into the husband and beating up the wife. another HMM moment actually comes from dean himself, when he tells sam that none of his friends will ever understand him and that dean's the only one who can...it's very isolating, kind of abuser tactics, and just. whew. this was episode SIX!!

In the Beginning: come on you knew i was gonna say this. aside from the obvious moments of "mom is a babe" (and remember, dean invokes sam into this moment as well..."sammy, wherever you are..."), samuel!azazel leaning over dean and smelling him, and samuel!azazel kissing mary--passionately returned(?), may i add, the plot itself sets up the winchester family as this enclosed, inbred unit. mary's kiss with her possessed father seal's sam's fate as part of azazel's army. the sexuality she shares with her father makes her son's blood diseased and cursed. the family line is tainted by incest. her kiss is what allows sam and dean to grow up that way, to become so codependent, what allows the moments of avsc, swan song, and playthings to happen! in the beginning. this begins the cycle of selling and saving souls--mary for john, john for dean, dean for sam. it's literally THEE spn episode, perhaps even more than playthings. even though sam's barely in it, his fate hangs over the whole episode, and this is full house of wincest at its finest.

#WHEW. spike im sorry that was a lot. i had a lot of fun with this tho. thank u #wincest wednesay #playthings #avsc #in the beginning #swan song #devil's trap #skin #full house of wincest #supernatural is a horror show #spn + the gothic #letters #deanwinchesterpregnant #spike tag #my meta

[the-sleepysiren]

While it's still Munday: I keep looking at the way you drew my lad and just being like over and over in my head, "the Bird Trio would either hate his guts or love to fuck around with his scaredy bitch ass"

One a scale of one to "get him", how true would this be 👀

They would have no reason to end him - bcs he is cursed already so they would totally fuck with him - maybe not Azazel but he would use intimidation to send him running /lh

SO GET HIM /lh

#sleepy yawns #sleepy munday

[raised-u-fr0m-perdition]

we could be more | dean winchester | 16

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

TALL TALES

“Dude. You mind not eating those on MY bed?” 

Here we go again. 

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” Dean shrugged, munching on chilli cheese fries. “How’s research going?” 

“You wanna know how research is going? Slow. Cause it would be a heck of a lot faster if I had my computer.” 

“Bobby, are you almost here?” I muttered into the phone. 

‘Yeah, don’t blow your fuse. I’ll be here in five minutes.’ 

“I will in a moment.” 

“Can you turn that down please?” Sam snapped. I quickly said bye and cut the call, covering my ears.

“Sure.” Dean reached to the radio, and turned it up. 

“You know what? Maybe, uh, maybe you should just go somewhere for a while.” 

Dean shut the radio, fuming. “Hey, I'd love to. That's a great idea. Unfortunately, my car's all screwed to hell.” 

“I told you, I have nothing to do with-“ 

“SHUT UP!” I yelled, sitting up on my bed. They both stopped arguing, and I ran a hand through my hair. “You both have been at each other’s throats for a straight WEEK! Five minutes of silence, both of you, until Bobby comes to help.” 

Dean and Sam instantly started protesting. “Come on, Beanie-“

”Ivy, he started it-“

”Shut up you little weasel-“

”You first, you rhino-“

”ZIP IT!” I retorted, snapping my fingers and they both stopped. 

“Yes, ma’am.” They chorused, sitting down. I sighed in relief, about to flop back onto the bed when I got a call from Bobby. I frowned, excusing myself before walking outside and finding him there. 

“Bobby. Hey.” 

“Hullo, mini.” Bobby smiled, hugging me.

“What’s up?”

”Ellen told me about this ‘droplet of love’ you’ve been tryna find. Well, word spread, and our old pal Bela managed to find out what it was. Gave the info for free because it was you she was doing it for. And thank god it was, cause she would’ve charged if otherwise.” 

“What is it?” I stepped forward, clutching my rune. I was desperate at this point, really. Poring over books made me tired of them.

“You’re not gonna like it.” 

“Try me.” 

“A droplet of love is blood. Blood-” 

“That’s easy-“

”Let me finish. Blood obtained from the sacrifice of the rune bearer’s life for someone they’d truly love and give everything for. Meaning even if you do break the curse, you wouldn’t live to celebrate.” 

“Are… you… KIDDING ME?!” I shrieked. “All this? To ensure what, that I get possessed and eventually die? I can’t tell Sam and Dean this! How would that go? Oh, hey, guys. I found a way to break my curse but it involves me dying- Dean will fricking tie me to a chair and put a shedload of sedatives in me to stop me from moving. Sam’s gonna rip apart every book he can find before he finds a solution, which he inevitably won’t be able to, and James, what’s he gonna do? Mourn, knowing he could’ve done something? And Dad, oh fudging hell, Dad…”

”I know, Ivonne, but there’s no other option.” 

“I know, I know, it’s just…” I ran a hand through my hair. “I’ve been tracking every murder that has something to do with knives and throats or hearts being carved out of hunter’s bodies, about nine or ten in my direction. They’re trailing me, and at this point I have it figured out. There were a few of those that happened at the same time, so I’m not being tracked by just one dreamwalking freak, I’m being tracked by multiple. And they’re closing in fast, cause my presence is a homing signal. Sam and Dean could be collateral because of this, Bobby, so I need your word. Do one thing for me.” 

“Do what?” 

“If the dreamwalker gets too close, cause I know you’re trackin’ it too, the first thing I need you to do is get Sam and Dean away from here. Say I’ve got some problem I need to sort out with finances and put ‘em in a case across a couple of states- just far enough so I don’t hurt them.” 

“I can’t do that, mini.” Bobby shook his head, frowning. “You could benefit from their help-“ 

“They would die if they helped!” My voice started rising, but I toned it down. “That thing gets stronger every day, and if it inhabits me, there’s no telling how long it’ll be before I knock ‘em out and stick a knife in them, and you too. James and Dad already know protocol-“ 

“How come they’re the ones helping you out? Mick, I can understand, but James?” 

“James can call the PD in if necessary, and cover my tracks. And his and Dad’s combined strength could be enough to keep me at bay for some time. Sam and Dean need to live.” 

We knocked on the door to the motel, and Sam and Dean opened it. 

“Hey, Bobby.” Sam smiled, letting Sam in. 

“Boys.” Bobby nodded. 

“Hey, Bobby.” Dean stood up, approaching us.

“So good to see you three again.” 

“Thanks for coming out here, Bobby.” I grinned, “I needed it.” 

“Thank god you're here.” Dean sighed. 

“So um, what didn't you want to talk to me on the phone about?” Bobby asked, and I pulled up a chair for him to sit on. 

“It's this job we're working.” Sam stammered. “We-We weren't sure you'd believe us.” 

“Oh, I can believe a lot.” 

“We haven’t seen anything like it.” 

“Not even close.” I chuckled. “There’s some weird malarkey going on and fresh eyes are extremely useful.”

“Well, why don't you begin at the beginning?” Bobby shrugged, so Sam took the lead. 

“So, it all started when we caught wind of an obit.” He explained, “See, a professor took a nosedive from a fourth story window, only there's a campus legend that the building's haunted. So we pretexted as reporters from the local paper.” 

I sat down at the bar, watching Dean flirt, Sam gather in information while I got an idea of what the students and staff were like. I ordered a whiskey, and sipped it, looking around. 

“Reporter, huh?” The bartender stepped out of the dim lighting, and I laughed, realising who it was. “Is the name Lily Carter?” 

“James.” I giggled, accepting a kiss on the cheek from him. “Why am I not surprised?” 

“Cause I’m startlingly good at finding you. Just wanted to gather some ideas about this case and give it to you” James smirked, winking. “What information have you bagged?” 

“Professor was a douche, not much else.” I shrugged. “You? Bartenders hear a lot, so tell me you’ve got something good.” 

“There’s a couple of urban legends floating around. Girl taking a nose dive after having an affair with a professor, and this one has a wife and kids. Dude was famous too.” 

“Ok, I’ll look into it. Thanks, James.” 

“You’re welcome, sweetheart, now, I’ve got to prepare some purple nurples for the blonde girl and Dean.” 

“Purple nurples?” I got up and walked over to the boys. 

“I've got some feisty little wildcat on the hook, I'm about to – zzzzp – reel her in. I'll introduce you.” Dean grinned, and then I saw Starla, a blonde girl dressed like she was going to take Dean back to her house and do the nasty. “Starla! Starla, hey. This is my shuttle co-pilot Major Tom. Major Tom, Starla.” 

“Enchanté.” Starla smirked, draping an arm over Dean’s shoulder. 

“Hi.” Sam raised his hand. 

“Don’t forget me, guys.” I laughed, and then got an overexaggerated side eye from Starla. “Hey, I’m Heather.” 

“And who are you?” Starla narrowed her eyes. I chuckled cynically, looking her up and down. 

“I’m Dean’s ex-girlfriend. Got a problem?” 

She bit her lip angrily, then put on a smile. “Not. At. All.” She then gagged, covering her mouth, and then when she was done, she smiled sweetly again. “Sorry. Have to keep my liquor in!” 

“Good job.” Dean smirked, then turned to Sam. “Great news. She’s got a sister.” Then he turned back to Starla, who draped an arm around his shoulder, both of them giggling.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute.” Dean frowned. 

“What?” Sam blinked. 

“That’s not how it happened.” 

“So you didn’t have any purple nurples?” 

“Yes, I did.”

“And, uh, I was not jealous of Dean hanging out with that girl.” I scoffed. “And she wasn’t that classless.” 

“Yeah, and her name wasn’t Starla.” 

“Then what was it?” Sam shrugged. 

Dean paused. “I don’t know, but she was a classy chick. She was a grad student, anthropology and folklore. We were talking about local ghost stories.“ 

“Here we go again.” I sighed, cracking open a bottle of beer.

I was staring longingly at Dean from across the bar, not sipping my Cosmopolitan. It was no secret to me that I was madly in love with him, despite being with James in a long-distance relationship-

“Geez, was my Cosmo that bad?” I looked up to see James, and I instantly put on a false grin. 

“James!” I gasped. “What are you doing here?” 

“Gathering intel, same as you.” He leaned forward, kissing me gently. “Whatcha got?” 

“So far? Not much, I’m just drowning myself in drinks for the time being. I know that the professor was quite a famous one, has a famous book, gives autographs everywhere, the works. There was also a similar story where there was a young girl who had an affair with a professor, but she took a jump. Room 669, and apparently it’s significant because you can flip one of the numbers and make 666.” I saw Dean kissing the girl in the stilettos, so I excused myself and made my way to where Sam was standing with a prissy grimace. 

“Dean!” Sam snapped. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Sam, please. If you wouldn't mind, give me five minutes here.” Dean smirked. 

“Dean, this is a very serious investigation. We don't have any time for any of your blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah Blah!” Dean leaned in to kiss the girl again, while Sam continued bladibiblah-ing behind him. I gave him a weird look, pinching him to reassure myself that it was him. “Blah!” 

I’m gonna assume that’s an ‘ow’.

“Right! And that's how it really happened.” Sam scoffed. “I don’t sound like that, Dean!” 

“That’s what you sound like to me.” Dean shrugged. 

“You guys literally sound like idiots.” I groaned. “That’s not how it happened, you asses. Sam talked to the students, Dean flirted with an average girl, not a classy chick or one that struggled to keep her barf in, I wasn’t jealous or longing for anyone, I got intel from James, and we got the hell out of there after Dean scoffed some last purple nurples.” 

“What’s going on with you three?” Bobby frowned. 

“What is?” 

“You’re bickering like an old married couple.” 

“Married couples can divorce.” Dean contradicted. “We’re like Siamese twins, except it’s triplets.” 

“It’s conjoined triplets!” Sam snapped. 

“See what I mean?”

”Look, it…” I sighed, “we've just been on the road for too long. Tight quarters, all that. Don't worry about it.” 

“Ok.” Bobby nodded. 

“So anyway. We figured it might be a haunting, so we went to check out the scene of the crime.” 

“So, how long've you been working here?” Sam asked the janitor. We were posing as electricians for the day.

“I’ve been moppin’ these floors for six years.” He let us into the office. “There you go, guys.” He spotted the EMF reader in Sam’s hand. ”What the heck's that for?” 

“To find a wire in the walls.” I replied smoothly. 

“Huh. Wow. Not sure why you're wiring up this office. Not gonna do the professor much good.” 

“Why’s that?” Dean asked. 

“Cause he’s dead.” 

“Oh. What happened?” 

“He fell out of that window. Right there.” 

“Yeah?” Sam raised an eyebrow. “Were you working that night?” 

“I'm the one who found him.” 

“Did you see it happen?” I questioned, looking for security cameras. 

“Nope. I just saw him come up here, and uh... well.” 

“Well what?” 

“He wasn’t alone.”

”Who was he with?” 

“He was with a young lady. I told the cops about her, but uh, I guess they never found her.” 

“You saw this girl go in, huh?” Sam frowned. “But did you ever see her come out?” 

“Now that you mention it,” The janitor shrugged, “no.”

”You ever see her before, around?” 

“Well, not her.” 

“What do you mean?” Dean asked, munching on peanuts. 

“I don't mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy, but uh… Mister Morality here? He brought a lot of girls up here.” 

“One more thing. This building, it only has four stories, right?” Sam looked around. 

“Yeah.” 

“So there wouldn't be a room six-six-nine?” 

“‘Course not. Why would there be?” 

“Just curious.” 

“Well, no traces of EMF, that's for sure.” Sam sighed when we got back to the motel. 

“And the room six-six-nine's a load of bull.” Dean grimaced. I looked through Carl’s notes, clicking my tongue. 

“So what do you think? The professor's just a jumper? A legend's just a legend? What d’you say, Ivy?”

”I don't know. I mean, the uh, girl the janitor described, that's pretty weird.” I shrugged. “I say we check out the records and see if any co-ed matching the description took a nose dive.” 

“Yeah, you're right.” Sam opened his computer. “Dean, were you on my laptop?” 

“No.” Dean frowned. “Why?” 

“Oh really? 'Cause it's frozen now. On uh, bustyasianbeauties.com.” I frowned, staring at Dean with a look that said ‘what the hell’.

“Would you – just – don't touch my stuff anymore, okay?” 

Dean bristled. “Why don't you control your O.C.D.?” 

“Can you both shut up?” I snapped. “Asian beauties or not, we need to get to research.” 

“But did you dig up anything about the building? Or on the suicidal co-ed?” Bobby asked.

”History’s clean.” Sam sighed. 

“Then it’s not a haunting.” 

I shrugged, clicking my tongue. “I’d say that too, had it not been for act two of this whole thing. And it’s beyond weird.” 

“What’s ’beyond weird’?” 

“Well, to put it in as few words as possible… alien abduction.” 

“Aliens?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Aliens?!” Bobby exclaimed. 

“Yeah.” 

“Look, even if they are real, they're sure as hell not coming to earth and swiping people.” 

“Hey, believe me. We know.” Dean chuckled.

”My whole life i've never found evidence of an honest-to-God abduction. It's all just cranks and pranks.” 

“Yeah, that's what we thought.” Sam agreed. “But...we figured we'd at least talk to the guy.” 

“At least they did, I didn’t.” I excused. 

“The dude said that…” Dean snickered, “he got probed. A lot.” 

“Oh, grow up.” Sam snapped. 

“Stop.” I groaned. “And he was made to fricking slow dance with an alien. Doesn’t sound real, but apparently it’s real.”

”You guys are exaggerating again, huh?” Bobby grimaced. 

“No.” 

“Then this frat boy’s just nuts.” 

“I’d say the same had it not been for the giant scorch mark set into the ground.” 

“But what could we do?” Dean shrugged. “So we just kept on digging.” 

“I decided to take the reins, cause frat boys were more likely to answer to a girl who looked like she was still in college rather than two men.” I smirked. “I decided to adopt a different look this time, in case anyone had seen me before. It was Miss Missouri this time. Names are cheesy, but I have no other option.” 

I walked into the dormitories wearing a brown wig and green contacts, and I immediately ran into a couple of frat boys. I worked the charm and whatnot, got them to let their guard down, then started my interrogation. 

“So, you and this guy, Curtis – You were in the same house?” I asked, hands in my pockets. 

“Yeah.” The college student, Mike, responded monotonously.

“You heard what happened to him, right?” 

“He says it was aliens and whatnot, but whatever.” He paused. “To tell you the truth, whatever happened to Curtis, he had it coming.” 

“Why so?” 

“He's our pledge master. Put us through hell this semester, and got off on it. So now he knows how we feel.”

”Right.” 

“Well, there’s a connection.” I paced, clicking my tongue. 

“Like?” Sam asked. 

“Both the professor and Curtis? They’re douches.” 

“That’s a connection?” 

“Got a better option?” 

“Dean, where’s my laptop?” Sam groaned, searching through his bag. 

“I don’t know.” Dean shrugged. “But yeah, makes sense. A philandering professor gets a dead girl. A pledge master gets hazed.“ 

“I swear I put it in here.” 

“Well, you obviously didn’t.” 

“Guys, focus.” I sighed. “These punishments- they're almost poetic. Actually, it'd be more like a limerick, but still-“ 

“Dean, where did you hide it?” Sam interrogated, approaching Dean. 

“What, your computer?” Dean scoffed. 

“Yeah, where'd you hide it?” 

“Why would I hide your computer?” 

“Because no one else could have, Dean! We keep the door locked. Ivy has no business taking my computer. We never let any maids in.” 

“Looks like you lost it, Poindexter.” 

“Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you.” 

Dean frowned. “What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around.” 

Sam scoffed. “Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge-“ 

“What’s wrong with my food?” 

“It's not food anymore, Dean! It's DARWINISM!” 

“I like it.” 

“All I ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't mess with my stuff!” 

“You done?” 

Sam grimaced, sizing Dean up, which was working since Sam was a full four inches taller. “Y’know, how would you feel if I messed with the Impala?” 

Dean bristled, fire in his eyes. “It’d be the last thing you ever do-“ 

“GUYS!” I yelled, separating them. “Sam, we’ll find your computer. In that time, use Carl. Dean, your food is edible and barely borderlines on Darwinism. And I? I need a frickin’ shower.” 

“Did you take his computer?” Bobby asked Dean sternly. 

“I’d say he deserves it, but no.” Dean snivelled. 

“Well, I didn't lose it. 'Cause I don't lose things.” Sam retorted. 

“Yeah, right, ‘cause you’re Mr Perfect.” 

“Shut up! Again!” I snapped. “There was one more victim. We weren’t there for this one, so we kind of put it together from the evidence. But this guy – He was, uh, he was a research scientist. Animal testing.” 

“A douche.” Dean added. “Which fits the pattern. Cops didn't release the cause of death 'cause they had no clue what the cause was.“ 

“So we decided to check it out.” Sam said. 

“Turns out the dude was mauled by an alligator.” I grimaced. “We decided to search the sewer, so we split up, each taking one end of campus.” 

“Did you find anything?” Bobby asked. 

“Oh, I found something, just not in the sewer.” Dean snarled, glaring at Sam.

”Not again.” I groaned.

“You think this is funny?” Dean fumed, storming in. 

“It depends.” Sam shrugged. “What?” 

“Th-th-the car!” 

“What about it?” 

“You can’t just let the air out of the tires; it’s gonna bend the rims!” 

“Back up.” I frowned, standing up. “Sam let the air out of the tyres? Sam?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I didn’t do it!” Sam snapped. 

“Then why’d I find this?” Dean held up a money clip, which Sam made a grab for. I quickly typed out a message to Bobby, my patience wearing thin.

“Give me back my money!” 

“No, no, no. Think of it as compensation for emotional trauma.” 

“Yeah, very funny. Now, give it back.” 

“No!” 

“I’ve had it with you!” 

“Yeah? Well, right back at you!” Sam tackled Dean, and they both started rolling around on the bed like little kids. I sent the message, rolled my eyes, then pushed them both off the bed. They landed with a groan on the floor, and then stood up, rubbing whatever was lightly thumped. 

“I’ve had it up to HERE with you two!” I yelled, pointing at the ceiling. “And I’m not enduring any more! I’ve called Bobby because we obviously can’t solve this damn thing on our own, like actual, functional adults. So while he’s on his way, we’re going to be getting on with as few arguments as possible, because right now I feel like I’m too old for this. I shouldn’t be feeling that way. I’m 27, young and youthful, you hear me?” 

“Beanie-“ 

“Dean Henry Winchester, do not say a word that’ll get your ass kicked. Goes for you too, Samuel William Winchester.” I picked up my book, flopping down on the bed-

“Ok, that’s enough.” Bobby sighed.

”You showed up about an hour or two after that.” I grimaced. 

“I’m surprised at you three. Firstly, Sam, Dean did not steal your computer.” 

Sam frowned. “But-“ 

“Shh! And Dean, Sam did not touch your car.” 

“Yeah!” 

“Lastly, Ivy does not need to act as a mother to you two.” 

“Damn straight.” I snapped. 

“And if you three bothered to pull your heads outta your asses, it all would have been pretty clear.” 

“What?” Dean asked. 

“What you’re dealing with.” 

Sam looked like his brain short-circuited. “Uh…” 

“I’ve got nothing.” Dean shrugged. 

“Me neither.” 

“I’ve got it.” I clicked my fingers, sitting up. “It’s a trickster. We’ve got a trickster on our hands.” 

“That’s what I thought.” Dean agreed smugly. 

“Shush, no you didn’t.” I stood up, pulling out a supernatural creature encyclopaedia while smacking his shoulder. “It makes complete sense now. We’re the biggest clue.” 

“What do you mean?” Sam frowned. 

“These things create chaos and mischief as easily as we breathe. It knows we’re here, and it’s got us so tightly wound that we can’t even think straight. The computer, the tires, you arguing, it’s messing with us.” 

“So, what is it, what, what, spirit, demon, what?” Dean stammered. 

“Well, more like demigods, really. There's Loki in Scandinavia. There's Anansi in West Africa. Dozens of them. They're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air. Things as real as you and me. Make them vanish just as quick.” 

“You mean like an angry spirit or an alien or an alligator.” 

“The victims fit the M.O., too. Tricksters target the high and the mighty, knock them down a peg, usually with a sense of humour – deadly pranks, things like that.” Bobby added.

”Beanie, what do these things look like?” 

“Anything, but mostly? Human.” I informed, flicking through my books. 

“And which human do we know has been at ground zero this whole time?” 

I snapped the book shut, turning around. 

“Sweet beans.”

We were walking up the stairs, in tow of the janitor, aka trickster. “Sorry I'm dragging a little ass today, boys. Had quite the night last night.” The janitor turned to us smugly. “Lots of sex, if you catch my drift.” 

“Hard not to.” I commented, signalling to Sam.

“We just need to check a couple offices up on three.” Dean smiled.

”No problem.” The janitor nodded. 

“I, uh, forgot something in the truck. You know what? I'll catch up with you guys.” Sam stammered, then hung back. 

“I’m telling you, he’s our guy.” Dean persisted as we walked out of the building.

“Just 'cause he reads the Weekly World News doesn't mean he's our guy. I mean, you read it, too.” Sam vouched. 

“Let’s just get some hard proof.” I suggested. 

“Okay, another thing Bobby mentioned was that these suckers have a metabolism like an insect, a real sweet tooth.” Dean brought up. 

“Well, I didn't find any candy bars or sugar.” Sam shrugged. “Not even Equal.” 

“Eh, that's probably 'cause you missed something.” 

“I don’t miss things.” 

“Yeah, cause you’re Mr Perfect.” 

“What? Are you really still pissed at me 'cause of what the trickster did?” 

“You’ve been a tight ass even before the trickster wound us up.” 

“Not this again.” I huffed. “Ok, Dean, you can keep an eye on the janitor. Sam and I’ll go back to his place to find any more evidence before we go staking the man! Yeah? We good?” 

“We’re good.” They reluctantly admitted. 

“Alright, let’s go.” We split off opposite ways, then Sam and I took a detour to meet Bobby. “You have the stakes?” 

“I’d be damned if I didn’t, short stack.” Bobby replied, handing me one. “Let’s get this trickster.” We made our way to the theatre, where Dean was at the foot of the stairs. The trickster turned, spotting all three of us due to the loud door slam. 

“That fight you guys had outside – that was a trick?” He asked, and took the answer off Dean’s smile. “Hm. Not bad. But you want to see a real trick?” A masked man with a chainsaw appeared beside Sam, attacking. Bobby rushed to help, while I dodged the blow of… myself? Dressed in a bikini? 

“Do you have any respect?” I scoffed to the trickster, kicking myself to the next wall. My stake clattered to the floor, rolling down the steps.

“No, I don’t think so.” He shrugged, then I got pinned to an aisle seat by my copy (god, this is weird and awkward), her hand at my throat. I gasped for air, then felt my gun’s copy be trailed from my forehead to over my lung. I panicked, so I quickly elbowed her and took out my gun, pistolwhipping her with the barrel, knocking her out. I then took off my jacket, putting it on her so it covered her.

“Have some modesty. But I’ve got to say, I look good.” I breathed, rolling my shoulders back with a grin. “Still got it. Right, uh, evil trickster.” I ran across the aisles, leaping down the rows lightly. 

“I did not want to have to do this.” 

“Me neither.” I growled, hooking my arm around the trickster’s neck and pulling him towards me, sticking the stake right in his heart. I drove it in, and he went limp, the illusions disappearing. I let the body go, then went back up to where my unconscious copy was, picking up my jacket and putting it on. “God, fighting myself in a bikini is so uncomfortable.” 

“What?” Sam blinked. “What’re you talking about? I was busy fighting chainsaw dude with Bobby.”

“I need yet another shower, that’s what I’m talking about. It’s not everyday that you pistolwhip yourself.”

“Hey, uh, Dean?” Sam asked while Dean was tucking into dinner and I was in the shower. We were now at my safe house, and much less angry at each other. 

“Hm?” Dean looked up, mouth full. 

“Take your time. Um, do you still like Ivy?” 

Dean swelled, then shook his head, chuckling. “Nah. She’s happy with James, and I can let her be that way.” 

“It’s cause, uh, I dunno, I don’t think her and James are gonna last much longer.” 

“They’re solid. Why not?” 

“Something seems off. Ever since Bobby came to help, she seems more, how do I put it? Tense.” 

“I’m sure you’re just thinking things, Sammy. She’d tell us if something was the problem.”

I was already out of the shower and on the phone with James, pacing. “James, this is a big problem.” 

‘I know, sweetheart.’

”I can’t get my powers cause I’ll die, and if the dreamwalker finds me, I die. The crossroads demon played it well, I’ll give it that.” 

‘Ash is searching for a way out, just hang tight for me, ok?’ 

“I can’t just hang tight, James. It’s getting closer, all of them are getting closer. Bobby’s agreed to get them out if things go south. Thanks for showing up at the bar to keep an eye on me, though. Now that I know, it’s a reassurance.” 

‘I don’t want to lose you, Ivonne.’ 

“You’re gonna have to.” I stated firmly. “You have no choice.” 

‘Yes, yes, we do. You can’t just-‘ 

“I can. It’s one over seven. I think seven takes priority.” 

‘What about what we think? We think it’s bull, and we can get you out.’ 

“You can’t.” 

‘Ivy-‘ 

“James-“ 

‘Listen to me-‘ 

“Listening won’t do anything.” I sighed. “That feeling, that weighted feeling that I had when I was possessed, I can feel it more and more every hour, even slightly more, but I feel it. This could be the end, and all I want to figure out is who’s after me. That’s all I want.” For the first time, I had no control. 

I was powerless.

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[rinseveryday]

Hello! How are you ? Just one question! who do you think will die in the upcoming chapters of blue exorcist ? do you think anyone will die at all?

Hello anon! You're lucky because I'm having a nice easy week so I get to respond to you on the same day! (how rare)

Thank you for the question. I have seen this one come up recently within the fandom, especially with the manga ramping up for what seems to be a climax arc, but I never really had a solid answer for it. Kazue Kato is a master at misdirection and subverting expectations. She'd raise a death flag on purpose just for the lolz -u-"""

Personally, I don't see any of the main crew getting picked off, but then again, I didn't think Demon King! Rin was actually going to show up in his sweat pants so like... I'm just as scared as everyone else is.

I do think there will be some deaths though! And I'm hoping to see a few revives as well.

Spoiler warning for latest chapters under the cut

So from theories I've seen going around:

Renzou Shima has had major death flags on him for a while. This is probably just Kato trolling us though. I don't see any benefit coming out of his death anyways (snore) just kidding I love Renzou please don't die

Shiemi has said things that raised major death flags in the latest chapters, however, she's also under the protection of the Protagonist's Favored One's Halo, so unless Kato is a true masochist, I don't see her staying dead if worst comes to worst

Bon, probably also Kato's troll. Konekomaru is protected by the Cat Name Haver's Halo.

Izumo is in too much of a dire need for a glow-up to die.

Yukio is... cursed by the Protagonist's Favored One's Halo. Or at least he was but Rin feels a bit distracted lately. He'll live, but at What Cost? Couldn't say (probably a lot).

The Adults: Neuhaus is probably going to die. Shura might come close, but she'll hang in there so she can attend Rin's graduation. Lucy Yang might die. Lewin is favored by the author so I hope that means he's safe. Angel is not favored by the author so I really don't want to think about what's going to happen to him. Osceola better not die bc I need Rin to become his apprentice. Shiemi's mom is close to dying but I really hope she doesn't.

The Demons: I don't care either way so I never really thought about it (sorry demon lovers). If anything, it's more likely that we'll see demons that have crystalized, revive (Azazel, Armumahael, Shemihaza, Satan).

Also on a similar note, the demon eaters plot point was never fully resolved. Todou "died" off screen so unless Kato totally forgot about him, he's due for a comeback.

It's also interesting that Paku and Godaiin were focused on in the glimpse into the future. Nemu Takara also stayed back and is presumably still alive in that future, and those 3 from the kid's table still need to come back into the story. I doubt any of them will die ;w; that'd be too sad.

Jeremiah might die.

Dragulescu (??? idk how to spell his name) better die.

Other Illuminati: uhhh maybe the Lundstroms? I like Homare and I think she'll have something to do with Lucifer changing his mind about things. Lucifer isn't the main villain anyways so he's probably safe.

Rin... I don't think he'll be the same at the end of the manga, so to me, that counts as dying. Rin and Demon!Rin still haven't resolved their differences. Rin will have to choose a side, or face being forever unstable. But choosing will change him. Right now, he's living as 2 alter-egos/split personality. We've never seen him truly whole, and from the glimpses we have seen, he's kind of scary.

tl;dr Might die: Neuhaus, Shima, Lucy, Jeremiah, Dragulescu, Todou round 2, Rin (kinda)

#excuse any weird wording #i'm so eepy #ask #blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #text #rin okumura #okumura rin #aoex

[11queensupreme11]

How are you gonna do Beelzebub x Percy with the whole Satan issue going on?

Um... so I can understand why so many people think this, but Satan is not possessing Beel nor is he some sort of separate personality of his.

Satan is not a physical entity inside of Beelzebub. Beel just has a condition (Demonic Destrudo) that makes him kill anyone he loves. It was all him! That was the twist!

Before befriending Lucifer and the other angels, everyone else was avoiding him because they ASSUMED that he was cursed by Satan. And Beelzebub just went along with it because why else would he believe differently? Lucifer, Samael, and Azazel's deaths only confirmed the rumors more in everyone's eyes. When Lilith died, the twist is revealed. There was no Satan, HE was the monster all along. He realizes that he has a curse/condition called "Demonic Destrudo" that triggers whenever he feels the utmost love for someone and undergoes a state where he kills them.

Go back to chapter 67 of the manga, it's all there.

It's why he wants to atone for killing his loved ones so much, there is no external person responsible for their deaths, just him. If there truly was a second entity in him, he would've vowed to find a way to remove Satan and kill him, or say something along the lines of, "I need to kill myself in order to kill Satan as well". Instead, he focuses solely on wanting HIMSELF and only himself to die.

The only question is how Beelzebub got Demonic Destrudo in the first place. Was it a curse placed upon him by Satan or someone else? Or is it just a terrible condition that he was born with? Idk, but regardless of that, Satan is NOT a second entity plaguing Beelzebub. Beelzebub is at fault for the death of his loved ones, that is why he hates himself.

It's also talked about in his wiki page:

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues #there's also a couple reddit threads that talk about this #you can read those too if you want #they're probs more detailed than my explanation hehe

[antigonewinchester]

@setyourfireonme

retcon of mary's deal? wait can you expand because i don't remember seeing anything about it lol. disappointed but not surprised...

so it’s not a literal retcon, i.e. Mary still makes her deal, but to my view, it’s a framing / thematic retcon.

4x03 is a double gut punch: first, the audience gets the reveal that Mary, contrary to how we’ve seen her as the sweet housewife, was born into a hunting family. we got a hint of this in 2x21 (why did Mary know Azazel?) but fully seeing Mary’s backstory re-contextualizes her as a character; no longer only the fridged wife, she was someone who knew and grew up with the supernatural. second, Azazel was only in Sam’s nursery to dose him with blood because he got ‘permission’ from Mary: he made a deal with her. Dean, and we the audience, have assumed Mary’s death as the starting point for the Winchester family tragedy, but in this ep we learn that isn’t true: it wasn’t Mary’s death, but her deal, that opened the door for Azazel and so many other horrors to later enter not just her, but John, Sam & Dean’s lives. Mary’s deal is tragic & disturbing - she had to kiss her dead possessed dad! - while also horribly understandable. Azazel killed her mom & dad, killed John, Mary just wants a husband & kids & normal life and Azazel says he can give it to her, even if she knows there will be unintended consequences down the line for her family. at the least it’s an ambiguous choice, and at most it’s the wrong one; Mary could have let John go, married another man, and still had a normal life, even if we know (and can sympathize with) why she didn’t.

then, way down the line at the end of S12, we get a glimpse at the Apocalypse World: a world where Sam & Dean were never born and so they never stopped the Apocalypse like they did in S5, leading to Lucifer and Michael fighting and destroying the world. already, I think, this framing is different from how Kripke’s era handled it. you can’t really separate Sam & Dean from the Apocalypse; it’s a family drama played out on a planet-wide scale. so no Sam & Dean = no Apocalypse. if S5 was about how Sam & Dean were fated to bring about the Apocalypse and subverted it because of their love for each other, then Apocalypse World implicitly suggests that it was the reverse: Sam & Dean were fated to stop the Apocalypse, and so their non-existence meant they weren’t there to do so.

later on in 13x14, we get this exchange between Mary & AW-Bobby:

BOBBY Mary Campbell was a… complicated woman. Brave, but sad. Full of regret. MARY Let me guess. She made a bad demon deal? BOBBY Opposite. She didn’t make one. Lost the love of her life. Never moved on. MARY And Dean and Sam were never born. Bobby, I made that deal. And it—I brought my boys a lot of pain. But what happened here, in your world? Sam and Dean stopped that war in mine. BOBBY Then I’d say you made the right choice.

the subtext of this conversation is that while Mary’s deal might have been the spark for the fires that burned through Sam & Dean’s lives, her deal with ultimately a good choice - it led to Sam and Dean being heroes and saving the world. the ambiguity that was there in Kripke’s era is dropped for something emotionally simpler and less tragic.

in Kripke’s era, Sam and Dean were chosen, and being chosen meant being cursed. they won by fighting as hard as they could against their fates, and true to Kripke’s humanism, it was Sam & Dean’s love for each other that saved the world. in Dabb’s era, while being chosen may mean suffering and hardship, it also means being a hero. arguably I’d say being chosen is a gift, even if it’s a painful one, if one looks at how powers / helping the world is talked about with Jack, Patience, etc.

neither of these two framings is “right,” per se, but imo they are two very different framings of Mary’s deal.

#thank you for your patience <33 this week i swear #mary #season 4 #season 13 #replies #setyourfireonme

[yuzuna123]

I think I might be the only one but I don't think Jin is having any kids. mostly because the story hints on this. In Bloodline Jun said that he should use whatever power he has for good. And in Tekken 8 he seemed to control it. My assumption from this is that Jin will forever have the Devil Gene and use that power to defeat Azazel and all evil. I doubt he would want his kid to have the same curse he has so nope I doubt he's ending up with anyone for that reason. He won't be spawning devil babies, that's just not who Jin is. Despite how much i ship Jinxiao. Kazuya on the other hand, will definitely won't have it anymore as Claudio will have to use his forbidden power to stop him. So it makes much more sense that Kazuya and Jun will give Jin another sibling instead. I see Jin being like the Luke Skywalker of the Saga being a silent hero protecting the world with his power and redeeming himself for the war he started.

#tekken #jin kazama

[deanwinchesterpregnant]

hi spike, happy wincest wednesday!

i'm asking everyone this question for this wincest wednesday:

how do you think the sexual/romantic relationship between sam and dean started?

happy ww kai!! i'm a post-in my time of dying truther (though always happy to entertain other headcanons about this). this got long, so:

@twochildreninamoteldemo talked about the full house of wincest earlier, and i'm gonna quote him here:

[...]the plot itself sets up the winchester family as this enclosed, inbred unit. mary’s kiss with her possessed father seal’s sam’s fate as part of azazel’s army. the sexuality she shares with her father makes her son’s blood diseased and cursed. the family line is tainted by incest. her kiss is what allows sam and dean to grow up that way, to become so codependent[...]

(they're referencing in the beginning btw) so anyway with this in mind i do think it was kind of inevitable! they already exist in this isolated space: as hunters (from civilians), but also from the hunting community (again i cite jo's diary and how she calls john 'uncle john' but sam and dean don't even know that she exists; many people know john who don't know his sons) – indeed, flowers in the impala.

i don't think they acted on any feelings while john was around because i think dean was way too tied (sexually, yes, but also dean was so in love with him no matter how messy that was) to john. and after the pilot – nothing drastic enough has happened to spur sam & dean to finally act yet, even though there's probably been something there for a while. sam, probably realized in high school and this definitely only led to him feeling more and more like an outcast; dean probably realized he had feelings sometime circa season 1.

john's death is such a good catalyst. they're both so emotionally messed up. dean's angry; he lost this beacon of light and his father and his first love and like, he just put so much of his own existence on john, and now he's gone. and sam...sam had such a complicated relationship with john too. and they're never going to have a chance to further that. and in that moment, they want so badly to be close to each other and it just...it just happens.

after that, i think the sex is fairly regular.

as for romance, i don't think either of them would categorize their relationship as such even though they're very much in love with each other (playthings and a very supernatural christmas come to mind). mostly because sam would never think dean feels that way about him and dean would never think he deserves sam like that. i've talked before about them being in an open, undiscussed situationship for a long while. while the romance is always there, i doubt either of them would take a moment to categorize it as such until the later seasons when they're playing bunker domesticity (or so i hear – i'm only on s8). but they definitely both view it that way: look at how ruby, lisa, amelia, and benny are all framed as one brother cheating on the other.

#spike's box #apocalypticprincess #wincest wednesday #johndean for blacklist

[jakxdafreak]

Here's a log now! A REAL Log, one of an AU known as MARTYR. It's a oneshot, with only two characters at the moment, but a nice story with a bit of HUB influence. Imma copy paste stuff from Discord as a transfer of notes, so yayyy. TW// S/H MENTION scattered throughout the log (I don't know how to spoiler info in Tumblr kms-)

This is Goat Man. Or MARTYR/M!Azazel. He's from Raph (rthe_artist).

And he's a Oneshot character, which means that he's in a Dimension with not enough developed characters to warrant a fully developed AU.

He's a hemomancer angel, so he uses blood magic and whatnot.

However, Michael chained him to a mountain and tasked him with "purifying the city" with his blood, so he had to harvest his own blood for rituals and whatnot to do around the city below the mountain.

And thus was the Angel's life, tasked with cutting his own flesh to harvest to blood for Michael.

In reality, Michael didn't even need the blood. He just wanted Azazel too weak to go against the City.

And he sorta gave Azazel this scapegoat complex that he HAD to do this because this was his purpose, and without this, he'd be useless.

And due to the chain on his leg and his malformed hoof, he BELIEVES himself unable to escape.

The chain is somewhat true. It's cursed in such a way where Azazel can't break through it. But he's strong enough to resist. he just... doesn't.

And so for many years, maybe even decades, Azazel sat there, at the top of the mountain

No food, no water, no interaction other than Michael berating his every move, cutting his flesh so he can harvest his own blood for rituals he doesn't even know of, or even exist. ____________________________________ Sometime ago, the HUB got access to Raph's Realm. This led to the MAINTAINRs going in to schout the area.

Dio and Gecc (the lil gecko guy handing Azazel the bandage) went into MARTYR for an expansion check because Raph's OCs (Realm) is relatively new, so they have to explore it.

And Dio just decided... In the most "Dio" fashion ever ... To climb the damn mountain and meet Azazel up there.

And just give him a sandwich. And just chat with him.

The only semblance of kindness Azazel has seen in many years.

And Dio sorta... goads Azazel to try and resist Michael for once.

That maybe... there's a life outside this prison here that he should try and strive for.

I tend not to interject with comics, but I just particularly like this portion of it. Cause Azazel's COVERED in wounds, like everywhere in his body there's healing and fresh cuts. He's never had anyone tend to him, he doesn't even tend to himself since he's the one cutting his own flesh to get the blood.

But this random ass dude hands him a sandwich. And chats with him for a bit. And this stupid ass gecko hands him a bandaid that WILL IN NO WAY COVER ANY OF HIS WOUNDS.

They don't know anything about Azazel yet they choose to help. But it's just this... kind gesture. This small thing from these two strangers.

It fills him with something. Hope.

Resistance. __________________________

When Dio talks to Azazel, he mentions how the chain binds him to the mountain, so Dio says that he can find something to break it!

Dio goes down the mountain, and he's gone for quite a while, but Azazel waits patiently still.

He hears the clanking of the ladder, his ears perk up

But it's not Dio.

It's Michael.

He's come to collect the city's sacrificial blood once more.

However, Azazel, wrought with conflict and emboldened by Dio's words before... He decides to fight back, if not a little.

Since he's a Hemomancer, he can use blood to his advantage. He begins controlling the blood from his body and from the surrounding ground into these construct weapons. A However, Michael's words are sharp, and his tongue is laced with silver and venom. He begins barking at the angel, whittling away at his fortitude.

And Dio appears, tired from the climb up the mountain, to meet the both of them in a conflict. Michael begins to bark his dogma at Dio. Telling him how Azazel is this useless, corrupt monster who deserves this fate, who NEEDS this fate. He needs to suffer. It's his purpose, it's his life. How DARE he challenge what he was MADE for. It wears at Azazel's mind, he begins to falter.

And it seems... for a fleeting moment, Dio agrees. And it seems to break Azazel's resolve. The constructs he made of blood fall back onto the earth in great splashes of crimson filth. It seems Michael has won. But Dio's a bit of a jackass. He mocks Michael a bit. Lifts the axe he brought up the mountain over his shoulder...

And breaks the chain holding Azazel in two. Thus breaking the seal keeping him on the mountain. He's free.

Dio goads Azazel to fight back, something the angel had been waiting for years to do. Azazel turns around towards the terrified priest. Without his cunning word, he looks weak, pathetic. The blood on the ground begins to shake and reform, pool into monstrous construct formations once more. And well. We know how this ends.

Azazel and Michael fly off the mountaintop. And Dio needs to rest before getting off the mountain. Because he's a sick boi and exercise is hard.

__________________ Once Dio climbs off the mountain, he sees Azazel sitting near the end of the ladder. Seems he did decide to stay and talk to Dio once last time.

Turns out, he bought himself some time to escape the City grounds by ripping Michael into five pieces and throwing them across the forest, so it'd take him much longer to revive. And once he would be revived, Azazel would be long gone.

It seems he's lost however, because he had never expected himself to be free from the chains of the mountain. Now that he was actually at that point... he had no idea what to do next. Dio, thinking back on the conversations they had on the top, realized something. Azazel had mentioned before that he used to be a farmer before he was captured by Michael. Maybe he could get back to it again? Dio suggests it, and Azazel... seems to take it!

And with that, Dio and Gecc disappear, not even giving Azazel his name. ______________ A week later, during a maintenance check, MN!Airin (an OC from Aron) recorded a report showing Azazel in a much healthier state than before. He had gone very far away from the City and the Mountain and now resides in a large plot of farmland he now tends to. He also seems to have recovered much of his body mass, and his wounds have healed except for around his wrists, which he seems to have roughly bandaged. Seems he's still using hemomancy to create tools that he can use to farm like he used to do back then. Old habits die hard. And now he lives in peace!... for now. Happy ending for the Goat Man. :>c This Oneshot AU was fun, I liked it! Now I can keep it in the logbooks yayyyy.

#TW S/H mention #Raph OC #Jakx OC #Aron OC #MARTYR! #Oneshot AU #M!Azazel #E!Dio #Gecc #MN!Airin #AU-Log #First log... for now. Whoo! That was fun. Long tho.