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cinnamon and myrrh

Events: Sicktember, Whumptember, Bad Things Happen Bingo

Prompts:

Desperate measures

Head lolling

Coughing fit

Preventative Measures (Not taken)

Side effects/Adverse reaction

Uncooperative Patient

Confused

Disoriented

Hurts to Breathe

Warnings:

implications of depression

This fill is written as a one-shot of my original story, Saudade. You can find my info page for Saudade here.

What context you need to read this is:

In Saudade, the Archangel Raphael Fell during the Rebellion. It was a misunderstanding that spiraled out of control, and he was thrown out by four angels while his partner, the Power Camael, tried to help him.

The angels who didn't Fall were made to forget those who did. They don't remember they ever knew them. As far as they know, all the Fallen were on the fringes of Heaven's society. If they asked around, they might go, "Wait, no one knew a Fallen?" But they Don't Ask Questions.

Raphael worked to gain Camael's trust again, and eventually won it. Camael learned he did, in fact, know Raphael before the Fall by regaining a memory, and convinced Raphael's siblings to hear him out. Now they're trying to figure out WTF to do.

Who, in their right mind, burns myrrh for funsies? Humans, apparently. And in the middle of the holiday season no less, so the smell of it is covered up by the reek of all that damn cinnamon. Raphael really should have learned by now. Whumptember: Desperate measures, head lolling Sicktember: Coughing fit, Preventative Measures (Not Taken), Side Effects/Adverse Reaction, Uncooperative Patient, Confused, Disoriented Bad Things Happen Bingo: hurts to breathe

can be read on AO3 or below the cut

Raphael watched the little blurs that were the light-up battery-powered fish in his fish tank.

When he’d moved into this apartment, he’d thought about getting a cat. But they had such short lifespans compared to his. It just wasn’t worth getting attached. Dogs were the same. Rodents were even worse. It felt like they barely took a breath before dying. It was nearly impossible to find an apartment that would allow a bird, though even they didn’t live terribly long in the span of his life, and he hated turtles.

A hellish animal might have been an option, but he didn’t like any of them. Hellcats, with their too many tails, disturbed him greatly and brought to mind Kitsune, who he didn’t want to think of as he cleaned a litter box. (Their litter boxes had a nasty habit of bursting into flames, besides.) Hellhounds came in every shape and breed of dog, but being around Lilith’s was enough. He didn’t have nearly enough water to keep an ahuizotl, and he already had plenty of nightmares without inviting in a Pesanta.

So, finally, he’d bought a fish tank and some light-up, battery-powered fake fish and been quite happy with them.

Through the poorly insulated walls of his apartment, he could make out general merriment. Carolers on the street, the buzz of countless lights, cheerful voices. Could smell pine from pine trees, burning gingerbread from a few doors down, and tried not to cough at the thickness of cinnamon in the air. It had been strong for days, no matter where he went. Cinnamon brooms lingered on his neighbors’ doorsteps, and it seemed every shop he passed was cluttered with them.

He’d never liked Christmas, not really. Though the Giant Lantern Festival was beautiful, he’d admit that, and he always had fun trying to burn the Gävle Goat. Any Fallen loved Krampusnacht, none more so than Krampus himself. But Christmas was a time for those with friends and family. He might have called Maalik a friend once, but he was long dead. Lilith and Lethe, perhaps, but they were busy doing their own things, and they saw each other only every few decades, besides. He still wasn’t sure if he could call Samyaza a friend.

And he certainly had no family.

He had Camael back, somewhat. But Camael, though he knew now, didn’t remember, surely wasn’t willing to spend a holiday with him. And Gabriel and Michael still looked half-ready to run him through if he sneezed wrong, though they knew too.

So he hadn’t even bothered to ask.

Raphael sighed, trying to tune out the music his neighbors were listening to: the one above him was listening to some caterwauling cover of All I Want for Christmas is You, the one below him Last Christmas, to the right a pop cover of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (why?), and to the left Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer (again, why?). He could make out the neighbors further down the hall, but it all clashed together into raucous noise.

He rolled over, stretching out on his bed. It smelled far better than the cloying cinnamon. Though lingering sulfur and rain-dampened dirt weren’t exactly appealing either.

It wasn’t Christmas Day or Eve. At least, he didn’t think so.

He couldn’t hear wrapping paper tearing—well, that was a lie. The gender-optional tenant three doors down was wrapping gifts it sounded like—or smell ham or turkey or baking cookies.

Then again, he’d slept for quite a while, so he couldn’t be certain. He’d only gotten up long enough to duck into the corner store and wolf down the taquitos whose wrappers lay crumpled on his nightstand.

Raphael clutched his pillow, curling up. Hell, but he was tired. He’d slept the better part of the last two days, and still, he was exhausted.

So what was the harm in sleeping? It wasn’t as if he’d miss anything.

His phone rang, and he grumbled. Blearily, he thought that he needed to take it into the store to get it looked at because the voice announcing the caller was so muffled that he couldn’t make out what it said. Raphael reached for it, fumbling, but it was out of his reach, and he was still so tired.

If it was important, whoever it was could leave a voicemail.

Someone banged on his door, and he groaned. Did they have to be so loud? He could hear the door rattling in the frame. It was probably someone looking for the man down the hall. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had someone knock on his door by mistake, so he didn’t feel sorry that he didn’t even open his eyes.

There were voices, and he felt he should wake up. Because sleeping while someone was near him was never a good thing, barring a few people. And those weren’t Lethe or Lilith’s voices. He could tell. But his bed was so warm, the blankets so soft and comfortable, so surely he could sleep a few minutes more?

Besides, those voices felt safe. What was the harm?

Hands—cold hands, familiar, rough hands, though who they belonged to escaped him at the moment—grabbed and shook him. He wanted to tell them to let him sleep—even with their hands on him, he felt leaden—but his voice wilted and died in his throat before he could make a sound.

The voice called his name again, and two more hands, rougher and larger, joined the first.

His name was called again, this time by a voice deeper than the one before, and the hands became so rough that his head rolled on his pillow. It was irritating, and he tried again to tell them to leave him be. But his voice died, and his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn’t even glare at them to go away. His breath hitched, as sluggish as the rest of him, and struggled in his throat.

Raphael felt that should have worried him, but he was too comfortable and tired to care.

The hands went away, and he was grateful. Now, surely they’d leave him alone? Whatever they needed couldn’t be that important. It could wait.

Surely, they’d finally let him sleep.

A pair of hands slid under him, separating his head from his pillow and awkwardly gripping the underside of his knees. He shivered as he was torn away from the warmth of his blankets, the cold biting into him worse than the blizzards of Cocytus. A complaint started, then died, in his throat. His head lolled back, his neck arched painfully, and while one arm had been scooped up so it rested on his stomach, the other dangled uncomfortably.

The person carrying him moved jerkily, jolting him violently, even as they rubbed their thumbs along his skin as if to try to warm him. They came to an abrupt stop, and he tried to open his eyes. Some part of him was alarmed when he couldn’t get them to respond, but he was too tired to get anxious.

One hand came up to cradle the back of his head as he was made to stand. Well, stand by the faintest gasp of the word. If it wasn’t for the hand, or the body he was propped against, he surely would have collapsed. His feet tingled differently than usual, more numb than throbbing or sensitive. Even when he tried to make them, his knees wouldn’t support his weight. The person behind him, a sturdy wall, held him carefully upright. Raphael felt he should recognize them, if not from everything else than from their height, his head coming up to their chest from the feel of it as it lolled on his irritatingly unresponsive neck.

The first, smaller pair of hands, fingers slimmer than the ones holding him, tugged off his sweats, boxers, and nightshirt. Some part of him felt he should cover himself, like there was something he needed to hide, that he despised, tried to never let anyone see, and was forgetting.

But that would mean moving, which he didn’t think he could do even if he tried. His arms were so heavy, and was it really so bad if they saw it?

He lost time.

And then he was scalding, dragged beneath a spray of water. He gasped through a barely open mouth, his breath rasping loudly in his throat, then started to cough violently.

Were they trying to drown him?

A heave ran through him as he coughed, desperate for breath he didn’t actually need, feeling as though he were fighting to breathe through wet cloth. One of the hands, the one with the thicker fingers, caught his chin and squeezed the joints of his jaw. He tried to jerk back and felt like he was back in Boston, struggling to wade through molasses. His body wouldn’t listen to him, every moment slow and faltering, a twitch of a movement if he managed to move at all.

"Shit, he’s covered in it."

Raphael retched as a wet finger pressed down on his tongue, sweeping along his throat. It was a horrible feeling, but when the finger drew out, he could finally breathe. He coughed harshly, gulping air down greedily.

His fingers twitched, and the hand on the back of his head tightened in his hair to keep him from doubling over. He could taste rotten sulfur, his throat stinging as he struggled to get his coughing under control. There wasn’t an inch of his skin that hadn’t begun to tingle unpleasantly, bordering on a faint burn.

The smaller set of hands left his skin, replaced a moment later by a washcloth. The tingling quickly built to a burn, and as energy began to return to his limbs, he struggled weakly. Being pinned had never resulted in anything good, and slowly awareness was filtering to him; he shouldn’t be so confused and so tired; he should have been wide awake long before they’d made it into his apartment. He’d never known the touch of holy water, but having water flow over his body just before he began to burn did not bode well.

The arms tightened around him, and a familiar voice grunted as he managed to brace one foot on the slippery tile and drive the heel of the other into the shin of the person behind him.

"Stop fighting us, dammit!"

Wait—he did know that voice. Now that it didn’t sound so far away, so muffled, he did know that voice. And those hands felt familiar, as did the body behind him. And now, with the insulated walls of the shower between him and that awful, seeping cinnamon scent, he could make out the strong bite of petrichor.

He forced his eyes open, though they were very reluctant. His vision swam, eyes stinging, and they’d only open a slit. But even through a film of silver tears, he’d know that angel anywhere. She was too close for him to make out her features, but even darkened and flattened to her scalp by water, that red hair was unmistakeable.

"M’ch’l?" His tongue was slow, heavy, and unresponsive in his mouth. Just that word, if you could call it a word, made him cough again, tearing at his throat. He whimpered, and the angel behind him held him up when the force of it tried to bend him over. Ichor sprayed, foul and thick, across his tongue. Before he could do anything, Camael reached up and swiped his fingers across his tongue and throat. Raphael retched, but strangely, his throat hurt far less.

"Shut up," she snapped as he panted, stooping and running the washcloth down his legs.

"You’re a real idiot, you know," she said as she straightened.

"Wh-?" He cleared his throat, trying to get his voice to obey him. His voice sounded ridiculous, slurring and rough. "Why?"

Finally, he got his legs to support him, though they shook violently. Still, when Camael pushed him forward and Michael pulled him towards her, he went easily. He slumped, head resting on her shoulder, letting her take most of his weight. Behind him, Camael wiped him down with quick, rough movements. His skin burned, too sensitive, under the touch of the rag, and he whined as his hands and feet began to sting. He hadn’t even realized how numb they’d gone, but now that they felt as if they were being lanced with needles, he wished they’d go back to being numb.

Camael knelt, pushing him so he put more of his weight on Michael, and pulled up his foot. He did cry out, then. They were always either sensitive or numb, but the feel of the rag was agony. Then he began to cough again, struggling against the burn in his chest. Each small gasp of breath he managed to get only fueled the burn, and he sobbed.

"Sorry, sorry," Camael muttered, hurrying to finish. The other foot hurt just as badly, if not more, and it was only because Michael braced herself that they weren’t both taken to the ground when his leg gave out.

"Close your eyes," Camael said, and then Michael guided him to stand upright and bend over. He wheezed, beginning to cough again, wrinkling his nose at the foul taste of sulfur. When the stream of water was aimed at his hair, he flinched, so Michael brought one hand up to cover his eyes. Hands ran roughly through his hair, tugging at tangles, Camael murmuring apologies every time he tugged roughly at his scalp.

"Is that all of it?" Camael asked, helping him to stand upright. He wavered, blinking blearily at Michael as he struggled to catch his breath.

The burning was starting up again in his throat, and he managed to say "All of-" before it irritated his throat so badly that he started to cough again. When the force of it, pain shooting through his upper back, threatened to take him to the ground, Camael held him upright. Heat filled his mouth, and he tasted sulfur as the water shut off.

"Don’t let him get any on his skin," Camael said as Michael pressed the cloth to his mouth.

"I know," she scowled. "Next time he can catch his breath, hold his head up and his mouth open."

It felt like ages as he coughed. His throat and chest burned, and tears trickled down his face. Camael slid one hand up to rest over his racing heart, Michael replacing his grip on Raphael’s arm with her own.

Finally, he was able to take a breath. It wasn’t much, but for a moment, he could stop coughing. His breath whistled in his throat, an awful sound that set his teeth on edge. Camael grabbed his jaw, making him tilt his head back, then, as gently as he could, squeezed the joints of his jaw.

Raphael coughed, jerking awkwardly at the angle his throat was forced to. He didn’t struggle as Camael lowered him, and Michael stood on the tips of her toes. She raised her hand, and Raphael’s instincts screamed as divinity spiked strongly in the air. Gold-tinged smoke trickled from his mouth as Michael pinched the air, then pulled back. There was an awful tugging feeling in his chest before the burning flared. He struggled against Camael’s pinning grip, but as the agonizing burn rose through his throat, his chest stopped hurting.

With a gasp, he began to gulp down air. Each breath came easier than the last, the burn moving to his tongue, then gone completely. Camael loosened his grip, letting him slump against him as he gasped for breath. Camael was saying something. He could tell by the vibrations of his chest against his back, and maybe Michael was, too. But his heart raced loudly in his ears, and he couldn’t hear anything else. He twisted, spitting ichor into the drain.

Michael stepped out of the shower, and scooping Raphael up, Camael followed.

Please tell me I’m not naked.

Michael looked away as she grabbed a towel. "Can you stand?"

He cleared his throat, basking in being able to breathe. "Y-yeah," he said, though he wasn’t really sure. Camael carefully set him down, making sure he could take his own weight before releasing him.

Raphael hadn’t known this Camael could be so gentle or kind. He wished he’d been aware enough to enjoy it.

Hands shaking, he took the towel she offered. His head was still a bit foggy, the world moving slowly around him, but now he could feel the alarm he should have felt before creeping up on him.

"How dumb are you?" Michael asked as he toweled himself dry before he could ask what the hell had happened. It was only as he carefully picked up a foot to towel it dry, leaning into Camael’s supporting hand, seeing the discolored flesh that went up nearly to his knee, that his heart dropped into his stomach.

His glamors.

He wasn’t wearing his glamors.

They’d have seen the discolorations for sure, and they certainly would have felt them. It was a miracle he hadn’t, in his daze, brought out his spines.

The thought made him feel ill.

And–his eyes. His eyes didn’t have the reassuring, faint warmth of his glamor, the one he applied without thought the moment he woke. That glamor—they'd have seen his eyes; they’d have seen those monstrous eyes. How had Michael stomached seeing them?

He took deep breaths, reveling in them, and answered her. "I don’t know... I don’t even know what happened." Frantically, he tried to call up the glamor. It was child’s play—something he could do when bleeding and half-dead. But his power, usually burning and riotous, was barely more than a smolder in his chest. His eyes remained unchanged.

"Myrrh," she said as she walked out of the bathroom, speaking over her shoulder as he tied the towel around his waist. Camael helped him follow on shaky legs. "You got yourself covered from head to toe in myrrh." When he walked into the rest of the apartment, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. The entire place smelled like ozone, divinity sparking along his skin.

Michael rummaged through his dresser, pulling out a shirt and tossing it to him once he’d sat on the edge (well, his bed was round, so it didn’t have edges) of his bed. It had been stripped down to the mattress, and the rough mattress itched his sensitive skin.

"And inhaled it," Camael added as he pulled the shirt on. He sounded pissed, and Raphael cringed. "How the hell did you manage that?"

"I didn’t mean to," Raphael protested as he wriggled awkwardly into a pair of shorts that landed in his lap. He mourned his boxers but would rather that Michael didn’t go into his underwear drawer. Remembering the days of robes and little else, then the days of kaunakes, which covered even less, he wondered when he’d become so prudish. What Fallen would mean to inhale myrrh? "Who burns myrrh anymore?"

Michael wasn’t far enough away for him to make out her expression, but he was fairly certain she was looking to Heaven for strength.

He didn’t need to look to know that Camael was rolling his eyes. "I’m serious," Raphael said. "I haven’t been able to smell anything but cinnamon for weeks. You think I’d’ve stuck around if I smelled myrrh?"

Of all the things hellish beings were weak to—blessed objects, certain sacred symbols and objects, holy water, purified salt, consecrated ground, certain sigils and runes, among other things—Raphael found myrrh the most insidious. Sacred symbols and objects you could avoid; you had to touch them, usually, to be harmed by them. Pick them up or have them thrown at you. They were only dangerous if they touched bare skin. Any hellish being knew well what those tended to be. Blessed objects were more dangerous; anything could be blessed. Sacred symbols and objects counted among blessed objects, like crosses, ushabti, and holy books. But it was entirely possible to rummage through a pile of clothing and find a blessed shirt. Sigils and runes had to be carved or painted, and were far less reliable. They were so finicky that a shaky hand or a shed eyelash in the wrong spot could ruin the entire thing. They were usually best at keeping hellish beings out, or he’d have considered them much worse. But if someone knew what they were doing, they could make the barrier far more dangerous, even lethal. The ones he’d painted around his cave served as an electric fence, although he’d seen an imp fried to ash when it insisted on continuing to try to come in. Once, though, he’d seen a demon walk over an intricate rune set, unaware, and be instantly and mercilessly erased from existence.

Consecrated ground, well. Raphael, personally, hated consecrated ground after spending years recovering from a run-in with it. But provided you weren’t him and weren’t foolish with it, it wasn’t too much of a danger. Consecrated ground was almost always a holy building, religious or spiritual retreat, sacred grove, or sacred site. So long as you avoided those, you were just fine. That wasn’t a hard rule—he was still deeply confused by a six-inch-by-six-inch patch he’d found deep in Baikunthapur Forest—but it was a safe one to live by. And, if you were unlucky enough to find some random patch, you just had to step off of it.

It was only when you stayed standing on it that it started to eat away at your being.

Purified salt, unless consumed, was only really useful for making a salt circle. If it touched the skin, it acted as a bit of an irritant, but when consumed in large amounts, it became an anticoagulant. ‘Large amounts’ being the key word; it diluted in drinks, and any amounts that would be dangerous to a hellish being made food noticeably salty. And holy water—well, any self-respecting hellish being feared holy water, especially with people carrying it around now. You never knew how pure it would be, whether it was just tap water with a prayer said over it by some human or water properly blessed by an angel. The former, a Fallen or demon would have to be dunked in or guzzle to be killed by, and it would be a long, drawn-out, preventable death. Otherwise, it hurt like hot oil.

Not pleasant, but better than the latter. The latter was like acid; a few drops would eat away at your skin, but any significant amount was liable to outright dissolve you away.

Myrrh, though. In its natural state, it was harmless. He could hold it with his bare hands if he wanted to. But when burned, which humans had taken to doing, it became smoke. And it was the smoke that was so dangerous. That it had such a strong, distinct scent meant it was one of the easier dangers to avoid. Still, if, somehow, you breathed it—perhaps being a new demon, or a Fallen with little experience of Creation—it settled in your lungs, clinging to your throat. Often, it coated your skin as well, if you were unlucky enough to be too close. It ate away at you slowly, siphoning away your power. This made you tired, too dazed to register that something was wrong. If you fell asleep, you never woke up again.

Raphael remembered how groggy he’d felt, how tired and listless, so certain that it would be no harm at all just to go back to sleep. How he hadn’t cared though there’d been hands on him, strangers (or so they’d seemed at the time) crowded around him while he was vulnerable. If that had happened in Hell...

He shivered.

Michael had been talking, and he quickly scrubbed his hair dry, trying to pretend he’d been listening.

"–lucky we found you when we did!"

"I know," he said. There were so many ways he was lucky, as much as he sometimes thought himself otherwise. When it mattered, he was damn lucky.

"Really," Camael said behind him, his voice soft. "You were almost dead, Raphael. If we had waited a few hours–"

Raphael was startled when Camael’s voice hitched. And, he realized, Michael’s had sounded decidedly rattled. They cared. He barely managed to keep from smiling, as inappropriate as that would be. They still didn’t remember him. Camael hadn’t told him what he’d seen, but he’d seen a memory, or more than one. Enough to know he had known him once. That, for all these years, Raphael hadn’t been lying. He didn’t know the depth of their relationship, but that was fine. Gabriel and Michael, through Camael, had come to accept that they’d known him as well.

It was hard to deny, especially once he showed them their feathers on his necklace and that his were on their jewelry. He couldn’t fake the feathers on his necklace. They shed feathers, sure. But the feathers on his necklace sparked with their divinity—the remnants of when they’d shrunk them, solidifying them so they wouldn’t be ruined in his day-to-day. There wasn’t any of his foul power on them.

Right, his power. It was a bit of a struggle, but after a moment, he managed to pull a glamor over his eyes. He’d done his best not to look them in the eye, but they’d certainly noticed something was off, even if they’d been distracted when they’d seen it.

How they hadn’t realized they had his feathers—well, he had his suspicions. They’d worn them since before Creation, and that was a very long time not to question the seemingly random feathers they shared. Then again, there were so many things that didn’t make sense that no one in Heaven, it seemed, had questioned.

His necklace-! He reached for his throat, fumbling where the cold chain always was. He’d only taken it off once since they’d given it to him, when he’d handed it to Michael to prove he really did have their feathers. But his neck was bare, and, to his horror, so was his wrist. Camael’s bracelet was gone, too.

"Here." Michael’s voice was undeniably strangled. When he looked at her, he sighed in relief. A little smear of gold and what looked to be a miniscule streak of the same with three white blobs dangling from it hung from her hand. They reeked of ozone, and divinity brushed against his skin when he took them.

"We-"

"We?"

"Michael banished your bedding. It had myrrh all over it." Raphael had liked that bedding. "Your clothes too. She cleaned everything. We didn’t want to risk missing some."

"When did you manage to do that?" He gaped at Michael. Everything between falling asleep and Camael washing his hair was blurry, with massive blank spots. Still, he was fairly certain there hadn’t been a moment when she wasn’t there.

Camael took the clasp he’d been struggling with, ignoring his startled flinch, and fastened his necklace for him. Feeling was still coming back to his extremities, and he felt rather fumbly.

"Right after I took off your clothes," she said plainly. Raphael was sure he turned an impressive silver as he remembered her stripping him under the water, Camael holding up his dead weight. She was his sister, but still. He’d have been just as embarrassed if it were Gabriel. Hell, Camael being there was almost as embarrassing.

…wow, he really had become a prude.

"I did it all at the same time. It’s not that hard if you’re doing all the room at once. Though, uh," she sounded sheepish. He remembered the way she’d avert her eyes when embarrassed, dark skin taking on a twinkling gold glint. "I might have been a bit overzealous. Some of those lights went out… and I might have vanished some of your towels."

That did not surprise him. You didn’t have to put much thought into using power—or divinity, as the case might be—but the less you focused, the more mistakes it might make or the more liberties it might take. If she’d thought ‘bedding and clothing’ it might have included ‘fabrics’ in that, and he should feel lucky he had any clothing or towels left at all. Hell, if she’d been rushing and had intentions such as ‘purify everything’, he was lucky he had anything left; such broad intentions could easily have ‘purified’ his apartment by emptying it.

He laughed. It felt good to laugh, to enjoy being able to breathe without that awful burn. "Don’t, don’t worry about it. Those were shit towels."

Forgetting himself, used to only letting Lilith and Lethe at his back, he reclined back against Camael. Camael stiffened against him, and he went rigid. Then, slowly, Camael relaxed.

Michael moved to sit next to him, sighing loudly.

"You have to be more careful," she said, sounding her age. Not the one her physical body appeared, but how old she truly was.

"I usually am." Sometimes. With some things. He was still alive, wasn’t he? And in (mostly) one piece.

Camael snorted.

"I avoid myrrh, I promise. We all do." He winced. Usually, he did all he could to keep from mentioning Hell, demons, or other Fallen. "If I have to get close to it, I layer up and wear masks. I avoid anywhere that burns incense or anything." This did, however, make it very hard to source materials for runes and sigils. Oh. The fucking corner store! The person who ran it was always burning candles. He’d been going there for years. "And if I even think I’m exposed to it, I shower. I just couldn’t smell anything through that damn cinnamon. It’s been strong the last few years, but never this bad."

...then again, he forced himself not to grimace; he hadn’t even worn his mask. Some dumbass had yelled at him the last time he had, and he hadn’t had it in him to get into an argument if he ran into someone else who took issue with him. Of course, that would be the one time Georgie burned fucking myrrh instead of their ‘field of fresh-mown grass’ candles.

In fact, he had sneezed. But their candles usually made him sneeze, and the cinnamon brooms irritated his nose, so he hadn’t thought anything of it.

Damn, he was stupid.

"Well, it is. What are you going to do now?"

Camael asked a good question. Raphael pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought. "I’ll have to be more careful. Cover up as much as I can, stay away from any shops if I can, wear a mask. Definitely will shower as soon as I get home no matter what... that was dumb of me."

"Very."

It was funny when Michael and Gabriel did it. When Michael and Camael spoke together, it was just disconcerting.

"Burn any cinnamon brooms I find," he added, sotto voce.

"Why are they even a thing?" Michael shook her head. "Makes you feel like you shoved a bar of cinnamon up your nose."

He laughed, enjoying the rumble of Camael’s chest behind him as he did the same.

God, he’d missed this.

"What were you doing here, anyway?" He'd been sure he’d be spending Christmas alone. But here were Michael and Camael in his apartment, having saved his life. "Not that I’m not grateful!" He was quick to add.

Camael didn’t laugh again, but Raphael could feel the rumble of his chuckle against his back. The warmth that spread through his chest, then, was anything but painful.

"Well, it’s Christmas, isn’t it?" Camael said, and now that he paid attention, Raphael realized he was right. Even through the cinnamon, he could smell turkeys and hams baking; his gender-optional neighbor had, it seemed, procrastinated and was only now baking an over-sweetened apple pie. Children were shrieking (he grimaced. Michael snickered.), and adults and older children were laughing. Awful Christmas music was playing, muffling the tearing of wrapping paper and the high-pitched noises of children trying out their new toys.

"You really thought we were going to let you spend it alone? Our own brother?"

Yes.

"I didn’t think you celebrated, honestly."

He knew they celebrated. He’d seen them more than once, participating in so many holidays over the centuries. So many New Year's celebrations, sometimes more than one in the same year. Why humans couldn’t pick a calendar and stick with it, he’d never know. Sometimes it was just Michael and Gabriel. Others, it was Michael, Gabriel, and Camael, and he was glad about it. It was nice to know they were still close. Rarely, it was just one of them. Often, it was Michael and Raguel, Camael, and, bafflingly, Gabriel and Kushiel. He’d seen them giving gifts of protection during Handsel Monday centuries ago, helping with the harvest and blessing the loaves of Lammas, preventing injuries during Gŵyl Mabsant, betting on who’d fail to carry the burning barrels during Up Helly Aa, throwing tomatoes at each other (from what he could tell through watching from afar, they lost points if they hit humans) each La Tomatina he’d seen, and, on one memorable occasion, Gabriel, Kushiel, and Raguel, glamored to appear as a man, competing in a heated discus throwing competition at one of the last Ancient Olympic games while Michael and Camael egged them on. This had ended very quickly when Gabriel, scowling at Kushiel, had flung his discus an impossible distance and lodged it into the wall of the stadium. There had been a very brief chaos as the angels rushed to make the humans forget what they saw.

Raphael would have helped, honestly, but he’d been too busy laughing until he cried at the horror on their faces.

And, in recent years, Gabriel seemed to have found it great fun to participate in Blasphemy Day. Michael always followed him, telling him he shouldn’t, but if Raphael got close enough that he could make out her face, she was always grinning.

But why should he think they’d want to celebrate with him?

"Of course we do," Michael frowned. "Actually, Camael, can you text Gabriel? He’s probably wondering where we are."

"Wait, Gabriel–?"

"He’s at Camael’s apartment. We’ve got a tree up and everything. If you’re feeling up to it, of course?"

Of course, he was up to it. He’d drag himself across shards of blessed glass if only to have a moment with any of them. His skin was a bit too sensitive, but otherwise? He’d have had no idea that he’d almost died in such a stupid way.

"Yeah, of course." Michael stared him down, but she’d raised him, insofar as any of them had been raised, so he didn’t squirm or look away.

"Tell Gabriel we’re about to head over," she finally said, apparently satisfied. Then she leaned forward, grabbing something out of his sightline that crinkled loudly. When she leaned back, she held a lumpy package in her hands, covered in gaudy, multi-colored stripes. At least, he assumed so. They smeared, hurting his eyes. She dropped it in his lap.

"What’s this?" He picked it up, wrinkling his brow when it gave under his touch.

"You have to look the part." Even still, she sounded tired, and he felt horrible for scaring her so badly.

Look the part?

Finally, he really looked at her. And then he had to laugh. He’d been a bit distracted, but now it was impossible to miss the garish red sweater she wore. It clashed horribly with her hair, and he wished more than anything that he could make out what those twinkling, white blobs were.

"Camael’s is worse," she grumped. That he had to see. He twisted, then laughed harder. Raphael hadn’t known blue could be that bright, and the fuzziness of it explained the coarseness he’d felt against his exposed skin. Lights of various colors twinkled, and he snorted, then laughed at that.

"Oh God," he rubbed at his eyes as they teared up, "that’s bad."

"Wait until you see yours." Camael patted his shoulder.

"Mine?" The word came out far louder than he’d intended it to.

They really did want him, didn’t they? A gift, a Christmas tree, and now an ugly Christmas sweater. His grin, he was sure, was wobbly. Raphael had gifts for them too, of course. But he’d had no delusions of being able to give them to them. He had intended to give them to Camael the next time he saw him, Oh, I saw these, thought of you guys. Mind giving those to Michael and Gabriel next you see them? Thanks!

He’d never dreamed of being able to see them open them.

"Now, get dressed. Put that on, get some pants. Sister or not, I’m not going through your underwear drawer."

"Thank you for that."

He had so much to thank her for. Raphael didn’t think he’d ever be able to say them all.

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sorenblr · 9 months

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Well here’s the Camael event! Camael and his army of Powers invade the Cat Kingdom, an Aura Gate(basically the Domains of Dx2) where cat demons rule over their fellow cats and weaker demons lead by their King Cait Sith, his generals Neko Shogun and Ose, the lady he’s swooning over Nekomata, and one of the Liberators demons Kabuso(who forgot he’s a “dog” since he’s an otter). Conflict breaks out as Camael takes over the place to prepare for the demon Rahabs arrival, who appeared in a previous-

Man, you sent a lot of these. Putting the rest behind a break, but if you'd like a summary of the latest Dx2 event followed by one of my world famous rejoinders, read on:

-event where Rahab sought war against God, the angels recruited the Liberators as weapons of God due to their past Archangel events, ending with Rahab screaming revenge against the Liberators when they refused to join him after he beat the angels and wanted them as his own tools while acting like he’s different. Now the Liberators go to deal with the incident when they learned Rahab would return, and try to foster peace as Camaels forces suffer at the hands of Cait Sith and his defiant army.But-

-But even when the Liberators managed to convince both sides to cooperate against Rahab would kill all of them, Camaels soldiers executed the civillians of the Cat Kingdom after finding their hidden refuge for non-combatants, including the Kingdoms beloved Nekomata. Enraged Cait Sith and his allies retaliate with fury when Camael didn’t even bat an eye at the massacre of the civillians, with Rahab appearing just as both sides are fighting even more intensely than ever foiling any plans that-

-could stop Rahab. Ose and Neko Shogun die alongside the rest of Cait Siths soldiers, and when both Caith Sith and Camael had an opportunity to strike Rahab down, both stopped as they knew the other would kill Rahabs slayer afterwards, allowing the dragon to escape and plot revenge another day. Left with no one but his friend Kabuso, Cait Sith wanders off in despair at having lost everything, while Camael retreats stating that apologizing is an insult to his Lord and awaits the day they are of-

-of use to the Lord again. The Liberators are left with the reminder that their beliefs aren’t easy and that they can even be broken for perfectly rational reasons, they still have to strive for it if they wish to stop the Apocalypse of Vanitas.

The event comes with a stronger version of Cait Sith as well to signify that this Cait Sith isn’t your average saiy-I mean cat fairy warrior king too! And Camael proves to be metal as hell as his response to a Power complaining about an injured arm was to chop it off and say it no longer impedes the soldier.

Never in a million years would I have guessed that Camael's event would see him allowing a pogrom to occur in the 'Cat Kingdom'. The Dx2 writers are playing a different game entirely. I feel myself humbled.

#ask #smt #megaten #dx2 #shin megami tensei: liberation dx2 #camael #cait sith

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skyofstorms · 7 months

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The Muse Headspace

I could probably design images for each one in time, but for now, here's the masterlist of masterlists when it comes to my muses. Like...every single muse I've used [save a few novel muses] are on this list. Beware, my friends. It's a nightmare - 257 muses listed with fc and species [Canon or lore based mues are in bold]. Yes, there are some repeat faceclaims, I don't wanna hear it. @forwardlion, I want you to know this is your fault.

Abigail Phantomhive | Claire Holt | Demon

Abraham Greenfeld | Keiynan Lonsdale | Human

Adam Milligan/Winchester | Jake Abel | Human

Ahn Taehui | Lim Sejun | Banshee/Demon Hybrid

Akali Tethi | Aeri Uchinaga | Human

Akello Caine | Jussie Smollet | Leopard Shifter

Aleksi Holland | Harry Shum Jr. | Mage

Alexander Lightwood | Matthew Daddario | Nephilim

Alexian Holloway | Alberto Rosende | Human

Aliceon Hartigay | Katie Cassidy | Polykinetic [Pyro, Techno, Terra, Cryo]

Alistair Hypanile | Hayden Christensen | Katagarian Tiger

Alizair Hollis | Dominic Sherwood | Arcadian Wolf

Allison Argent | Crystal Reed | Human/Raven Spirit

Amelie Rayne | Rambo Suicide | Water Elemental

Amelyra Shanarra | Summer Glau | Witch

Amy Waterford "Sailor Mercury" | Nicole Gale Anderson | Senshi

Anabel Lightwood-Bane | Arden Cho | Nephilim/Warlock Hybrid

Andrea Kattalakis | Gemma Arterton | White Tiger Shifter

Andrei Cruz | Jeremy Renner | Black Panther Shifter

Anneliese Romanova | Vanessa Kirby | Dhampir

Annabelle Brunelli | Jacqueline MacInnes Wood | Human

Annika Mitchell | Bully Suicide | Ocelot Shifter

Anthony Stark | Robert Downey Jr. | Human

Ares | Manu Bennett | God

Armand Tempest | Brian Krause | Owl Shifter

Artemis Crescent | Kwon Ji-yong | Mauian

Ashelina Logan | Malese Jow | Werewolf

Asmodeus | Godfrey Gao | Greater Demon

Audrey Briarose | Sarah Jeffery | Psychic

Aziraphale | Michael Sheen | Angel

Baelfire "Neal Cassidy" | Michael Raymond-James | Human

Belinda Oriella-Curani | Taylor Momsen | Succubus

Belladonna Trumpet | Miranda Kerr | Pegasus

Bellek Mosely | Ian Bohen | Phoenix

Brady Johannsen | Chris Pratt | Psychic

Bradley Harrison | Anthony Mackie | Jaguar Shifter

Bruce Banner | Mark Ruffalo | Gamma Enhanced Human

Bruni | Osaki Shotaro | Elemental

Caleb Danvers | Steven Strait | Warlock

Camael | Jensen Ackles | Angel

Camryn Adelaide | Glitz Suicide | Poly Shifter

Carrie Devereaux | Radeo Suicide "Chelsea Vitorio" | Human

Cassidy Merlyn | Dakota Fanning | Vampire

Castiel | Misha Collins | Angel

Catarina Loss | Sophia Walker | Warlock

Cassandra Rogers | Chloe Moretz | Human

Ceannaire Mellark | Daniel Sharman | Fenrir

Cerberus | JR Bourne | Three Headed Demon Dog

Chae Nari | Lee Chae-yeon | Feline Shifter [Rusty Spotted Cat]

Charlie Goodwin | Jesse Labelle | Wolf Shifter

Chelsea Barton | Scarlett Johannsen | Witch

Chezna Lumiere-Conriocht | Devon Shigaki | Werewolf

Chinami Kennedy | Heo Yoorim | Human

Cho Sorren | Choi Seung Cheol | Psychic/Red Panda Shifter Hybrid

Choi Byeol-Dal | Roseanne Park | Forest Nymph

Choi Byeol-Jageun | Lee Felix | Rainbow Nymph

Choi Subin | Jeong Yunho | Poly Feline Shifter [Serval, Siamese, Marbled Cat]

Christopher Argent | JR Bourne | Human

Ciel Phantomhive | Jeonghan | Demon

Clarissa Fairchild | Katherine McNamara | Nephilim

Clark Morrigan | James Marsters | Warlock

Claudia Hale | Lyndsy Fonseca | Werewolf

Cleossandra Reid | Candice Swanepoel | Angel

Clinton Barton | Jeremy Renner | Human

Cora Hale | Adelaide Kane | Werewolf

Coraline Basilik | Kristyna Panochova | Fenrir

Crimson Macabre | Reita | Dragon

Damien DeLuna | Tyler Hoechlin | Vampire

Daniel Cross | Keahu Kahuanui | Werewolf

Daniel Mahaelani | Keahu Kahuanui | Druid

Darius Talbot | John Boyega | Human

Demetrius Beltre | Charlie Carver | Griffon

Demkos Florian | Tyler Posey | Human

Derek Hale | Tyler Hoechlin | Werewolf

Desmond McKnight | Alex O'Loughlin | Wolf Shifter

Dionysus | Darren Criss | God

Dokuno Kokoro | Uruha | Snake Shifter [King Cobra]

Dominique Brady | Alona Tal | Druid

Druid Harrington | Shane West | Human

Eden Tryphist | Elsa Hosk | Human

Elijah Mikaelson | Daniel Gillies | Vampire

Elijah Roanoke | Stephen Amell | Siren/Incubus Hybrid

Elise Macabre | Kwon Yuri | Dragon

Elliot Erso | Joseph Morgan | Fox Shifter

Emile Hargreaves | Kellan Lutz | Witch

Emilea Curani | Charlize Theron | Faunis

Eros | Adam Lambert | God

Esmerelda Logan | Emeraude Logan | Human

Evelyn Queen | Sofia Carson | Witch

Ezekiel | Jeffrey Donovan | Angel

Fang Blackwater | Alex Meraz | Fox shifter

Fenrick Kelos | Josh Duhamel | Thunderbird

Fenris Conriocht | Zac Efron | Werewolf

Finn Storm | John Boyega | Human

Fiorin Basilik | Cody Christian | Psychic

Fury Peltier | Jackson Rathbone | Katagarian Wolf

Grif | Jason Momoa | Human

Hades | Ian Bohen/Cheyenne Jackson* | God

Hak Jiwoon | Kim Hongjoong | Nogitsune

Harry Hook | Thomas Doherty | Feline Shifter [black Maine Coone]

Hayley Marshalls | Phoebe Tonkin | Vampire/Werewolf Hybrid

Heather DeRoya | Emily Van Camp | Banshee/Demon Hybrid

Hera | Meghan Markle | Goddess

Hope Dracul | Daniela Ruah | Vampire/Angel Hybrid

Hwang Beongae | Momo Hirai | Pheonix

Hwang Seungki | Kim Youngjo | Kitsune Tribrid

Hwang Taeyang | Wong Yuk-hei | Phoenix

Ian Logan | Ian Somerhalder | Werewolf

Isabelle Gautier | Jill Wagner | Human/Succubus Hybrid

Isabelle Lightwood | Emeraude Toubia | Nephilim

James Barnes | Sebastian Stan | Cybernetically Enhanced Human

Jameson Morgan | Liam Hemsworth | Witch

Jasmine Estrella | Dali Suicide | Bunny Shifter

Jason Carter | Sebastian Stan | Dragon

Jasper Hale/Cullen | Jackson Rathbone | Vampire

Jasper Kallihan | Joseph Morgan | Warlock

Jayden McNamara | Jake Johnson | Dark Fae

Jefferson Hatter/Barnes | Sebastian Stan | Magically Inclined Human

Jessica Hawkblue | Claudia Kim | Warlock

Jin Galeon | Jennifer Lawrence | Human/Vampire Hybrid

Jocelyn Celine Herondale | Holland Roden | Nephilim

Jonathan Herondale | Dominic Sherwood | Nephilim

Jonathan Herondale Jr. (JR) | Will Tudor | Nephilmi

Jordan Kyle | Chai Hensen | Werewolf

Joseph Dixon | Nicholas Hoult | Technokinetic

Julian Moore | Colin O'Donaghue | Human

Kaina Red | Son Ga-In | Dragon

Kallin Elijah | Willa Holland | Hellhound

Kane Lancaster | Robert Downey Jr | Demon

Kang Kija | Kang Min-hee | Thunder Kitsune

Kataigida Parthenopaeus | Tom Ellis/Dylan O'Brien | Demigod

Katherine Elysia | Taissa Farmiga | Fae

Kevin Hawkblue | Ruki | Weretiger

Kim Jeongwon | Han Jisung | Sugar Glider Shifter

Kim Seonyul | Moon Taeil | Siren

Kiniko Hajime | Cho Kyu-hyun | Vampire

Kira Yukimura | Arden Cho | Thunder Kitsune

Kirishima Kyung-jae | Nakamoto Yuta | Witch/Siren Hybrid

Kirishima Touka | Kim Jiu | Ghoul

Kol Mikaelson | Daniel Sharman | Vampire/Witch*

Kole Winston | Tyler Hoechlin | Fae

Konstantin Udinov | Riker Lynch | Demon/Witch Hybrid

Kouga Hajime | Han Groo | Vampire

Krigare Storm | Joseph Morgan | Imp

Kuradei Phantom | Jung Seung-bo | Umbrakinetic/Wolf Shifter Hybrid

Kwon Yuri | Moon Byul-yi | Sensitive

Kyo Sohma | N/A | Cursed Human

Kyle Artmen | Jay Ryan | Jaguar Shifter

Kyrian Stone | Jonathan Rhys Myers | Psychic/Siren Hybrid

Laura Hale | Meghan Ory | Werewolf

Lee Hajun | Kim Jong-in | Warlock

Lee Minji | Kang Seul-gi | Psychic

Lee Sanghoon | Kim Dong Young | Monarch

Lestat DeMyre | Dave Salmoni | Elf

Lim Eunjin | Jung Wooyoung | Incubus

Loki Laufeyson | Tom Huddleston | God

Lucien Callihan | Ian Bohen | Human

Lucien Hoijer | Matthew Davis | Griffon

Lucifer Morningstar | Sebastian Roche | Angel

Lucille Quinnzel | Ashley Benson | Human

Luke Garroway | Isaiah Mustafa | Werewolf

Lydia Branwell | Stephanie Bennett | Nephilim

Macaria | Meghan Ory | Goddess

Margaret Leigh | Jakhara Smith | Psychic

Magnus Bane | Harry Shum Jr. | Warlock

Maia Roberts | Alisha Wainwright | Werewolf

Malia Hale | Shelley Hennig | Werecoyote

Malika Udinov | Clair Holt | Demon/Witch Hybrid

Marcellus Gerard | Charles Michael Davis | Vampire

Markus Ducaine | Steven Strait | Werelion

Maryssa Dixon-Bennett | Selena Gomez | Druid

Matthew Bennett | Jake Abel | Werepanther

Maxine Owens | Griffin Ramsey | Demigoddess

Melanie Barnes | Alexandra Daddario | Genetically Enhanced Human

Merrick Bennett/Hadriel | Jake Abel | Werepanther/Angel

Mia Mosely | Adelaide Kane | Phoenix

Michael Caboose | Jake Johnson | Human

Michael Hartford | Ian Cohen | Human

Michaelis Moon | Lee Teuk | Dragon/Human Hybrid

Mieczyslaw Stilinski | Dylan O'Brien | Human/Spark

Mikabane House | Meagan Tandy | Red Panda Shifter

Mila Martinez | Katherine Mcnamara | Psychic

Miles Brunelli | Matt Cohen | Vampire

Momiji Sohma | N/A | Cursed Human

Moon Eukyung | Jeon So-yeon | Demigoddess

Moon Heechul | Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul | Snake Shifter

Moon Kona | Park Jisung | Ice Nymph/Snake Shifter

Morgan Lovec | Norman Reedus | Imp

Morgana Krajick | Zoe Saldana | Angel

Morriginya Branwen | Cho Seo Young | Semblance Gifted Human

Nam Arwen | Chonnasorn Sajakul | Elf/Werewolf Hybrid

Natalee Grybyx | Maggie Q | Seer

Natasha Romanov | Scarlett Johannsen | Enhanced Human

Nataliya “Nekome” Dashwood | Ashley Greene | Cheshire

Nevinovat Fata | Crystal Reed | Hawk Shifter

Nicholas Hightower | Gavin Free | Cat Shifter [Russian Blue]

Niklaus Mikaelson | Joseph Morgan | Vampire/Werewolf Hybrid

Niklaus Udinov | Sam Pettyfer | Demon/Witch Hybrid

Nikolai Buchannon | Hunter Hayes | Human

Nikolaia Udinov | Chris Hemsworth | Witch

Padme Amidala | Natalie Portman | Human

Park Sungjin | Kim Geonhak | Kitsune/Vampire Hybrid

Persephone | Holland Roden | Goddess

Peter Hale | Ian Bohen/Michael Fjordbak | Werewolf

Peter Parker | Andrew Garfield/Tom Holland | Genetically Enhanced Human

Qrow Branwen | Lee Donghae | Magic Gifted Human

Quinton Macklemore | Dylan O'Brien | Werewolf

Ragnor Fell | Tom Hiddleston | Warlock

Rebecca Daniels | Holland Roden | Human

Reno Akujin | N/A | Mako Enhanced Human

Rex Coltin | Chris Evans | Snake Shifter [Diamondback]

Reyna Wingyr | Grace Park | Fenrir

Ryan Macklemore | Dylan O'Brien | Werewolf

Ryn Hollings "Sailor Chibi Moon" | Bella Thorne | Senshi

Ryuu Kyosuke | Lee Taemin | Dragon

Sainika Winston | Mackenzie Foy | Fae

Sebastian Mills | Cody Christian | Hellhound

Sebastian Morgenstern | Will Tudor | Demon-blooded Nephilim

Serena James | Kristin Kruek | Phoenix

Shane Westfield | Nick Groff | Psychic

Shin Chan Young | Lee Dae-Hee | Seer

Siobhan Conriocht | Penellope Mitchell | Werewolf

Snow White "Mary Margaret Blanchard" | Ginnifer Goodwin | Human

Son Jin | Lee Dong Hyuck | Ice Nymph

Son Minho | Kim Chan Young | Naga

Spencer Todd | Shemar Moore | Human

Steven Rogers | Chris Evans | Genetically Enhanced Human

Sun Kyujin | Lee Siyeon | Witch

Sun Seoyun | Park Seonghwa | Cursed Vampire

Sun Wukong | Yanan | Faunis

T'Khani Ekundayo | Chadwick Boseman | Ghost

Tarael Lightwood-Bane | Brant Daugherty | Nephilim/Warlock Hybrid

Tatiana Novak | Hannah Marks | Angel/Human Hybrid

Terra Riley | Nina Dobrev | Kitsune/Werewolf Hybrid

Thor Odinson | Chris Hemsworth | God

Tigerlilly Sikari | Elizabeth Loaiza | Seer/Weretiger Hybrid

Tristan Royans | Nick Bateman | Fire Kitsune/Human Hybrid

Tsukinora Kitoai | Jay Park | Werelynx

Tykeisha Caine | Taraji P Henson | Demon/Leopard Shifter Hybrid

Valerie Wilson | Shay Mitchell | Human

Valora Lovelace | Genevieve Padalecki | Cheetah Shifter

Vanessa Choi | Kim Hyo Yeon | Psychic

Victor Rivera | Devon Sawa | Human

Victoria Mosely | Crystal Reed | Phoenix

Vio Curani | N/A | Demon

Vishal Malik | Taylor Lautner | Nephilim

Wanda Maximoff | Elizabeth Olsen | Mutant

Weiss Schnee | N/A | Semblance Gifted Human

William "Spike" Pratt | James Marsters | Vampire

Xavier Rybolt | David Castro | Demon

Xavier Remmington | Sinqua Walls | Poly Shifter [Jaguar, Doberman, Wolf]

Yoo Daeshim | Kang Yeosang | Tribrid/Demigod

Yoo Jangmi | Jeon Ji Woo | Snow Leopard Shifter

Yukihara Arashi | Minatozaki Sana | Fae/Siren Hybrid

Yura Rybolt | Lee Ga-hyeon | Human

Zacariah Morgan | Jeffrey Dean Morgan | Witch/Seer

Zane Hertzfeld | Rasmus Ledin | Seer/Vampire Hybrid

#please let me take real breaths ⇼ behind the muses #the fact it took me twenty minutes to figure out to format so tumblr would let me post #and I still didn't get to do even a bullet list #wtf is wrong with my brain #because all of these muses are different

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kathyprior4200 · 5 months

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Heavenly Boss S1 E8: King Pin

Sunna the Heaven-cat sat in the back of a clean flying taxi, the seats white and well-kept. She wore a beautiful long teal dress with a white Christian Cross in the center. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a braided ponytail, and she had several sapphires in her hair. Her necklace consisted of small white light orbs like glowing pearls against her furry light brown skin.

Sunna’s cellphone rang and “Docile” appeared on the screen.

“Hi Dad,” she beamed. “I’m off to the party in Chasity! There’ll be heaven-cats and elves there. Oh, I’m super excited!”

“Are you meeting Portal?” Docile asked.

“Yes,” Sunna blushed, remembering Portal inviting her to the party during autumn break.

“Be careful around him,” said Docile. “Remember what happened last time.”

“I will,” said Sunna, soon hanging up.

The taxi flew through a portal and the sky changed from sky blue to the light pink of Chasity. They flew through the sky and landed on a well-maintained street. Signs around the city read, “Good things come in moderation!” Other signs read “No sex”, “No excessive alcohol”, “No excessive food.” In all the restaurants, everyone got equal portions of what they needed, and the rest went to charity. Classical music and meditation music played throughout the streets and the lights were never too bright. Marble and gold statues of angels holding scales and swords stood over glistening gardens and pristine parks. Fountains held golden water which poured from one stone cup to another before settling down at the bottom. White doves and black doves flew around the denizens of heaven, who happily shared their bread and treats. Ying-Yang symbols dotted several shops. Of course, there were also many signs and advertisements promoting good marriages, abstinence, and safe sex.

No loud parties, no big celebrations. Only a sense of peace and calmness.

“Want me to drop you off here?” asked the female driver as the taxi lowered and slowed to a stop.

“Yes, please,” said Sunna. She got out of the taxi and saw a dazzling sight. She saw the large ruby-colored restaurant in front of her where elves and heaven-cats wore formal clothing; dresses and tuxedos studded with gems. They quietly talked and danced inside. No one stuffed their faces nor ate big portions…there was a politeness and serenity about the place. Even though it was in the Chasity Halo, the culture reminded her of Temperance. “Camael’s Concert at Camael’s Corner” shone in gold letters on a banner over the door. Classical music flowed through the restaurant, delighting the guests.

Sunna wondered where the party music was. But she decided that classical music was great, too.

“Sunna,” called Portal. The muscular white feline walked over, dressed in a light gray tuxedo and a blue tie.

“Portal!” Sunna smiled.

“Glad you could make it!” Portal smiled.

“Yeah, thanks for inviting me,” Sunna added.

“You’re welcome.”

Portal led Sunna into the restaurant. The top of it was a large dark red dome with glowing heart designs that matched the sky. The double doors were made of rose quartz and the handles looked like curved in white angel wings.

“Dinner for two,” he said. The waitress, a white cat with black stripes wearing a black dress smiled and said, “Right this way.”

She led them to a table with a white cloth where a golden rose in a small vase was placed in the center. They were near the dance floor, where heaven-cats were waltzing with each other. Portal and Sunna sat down, taking in the tranquil atmosphere. The serious angel Cassiel was playing the piano on a stage, to the delight of the guests. There was also the golden cross stage where Camael and Holly Wata had performed.

“Hey everyone, meet my new friend,” Portal called. Other heaven-cats meowed in greeting to Sunna, while a few rolled their eyes. One looked at Sunna in disapproval of her dress that revealed her legs. Near a magenta lava lamp, against a wall of golden ambrosia was the pink sigil of Camael.

The striped cat waitress came over to their table.

“Can I get you anything to drink?”

“One glass of Holy Spirit on the rocks, please,” Portal replied.

“Cloud Nine wine for me,” Sunna said.

“Okay then, they’ll be right over,” said the waitress, “But remember, everyone only gets one drink per serving.” She smiled and left.

Sunna shrugged. “I don’t get it. Heaven has endless feasts of food, yet we can’t even have another glass here? I mean, what if we spill it?”

“It encourages moderation and enjoyment of what you have,” Portal responded. “Especially when it comes to relationships. Unlike Earth, Heaven takes careful consideration of everyone’s needs. Just be glad the alcohol we have doesn’t affect us angels.”

“It still tastes good, at least.”

Sunna glanced at her menu: “Holy Trinity Dinners! One appetizer, one meal and one dessert…only 333 spirits!”

Sunna sighed. “Everything is getting so expensive nowadays.”

“Tell me about it,” Portal replied. “But at least we’re not in Earth or in Hell; their prices are outrageous!”

“Say,” said Sunna as the waitress placed their drinks in front of them, “You still working for Verosika? I mean, Veronica? Uh…”

“You mean Kiva Perdera? Yes,” Portal replied.

“Wait a minute! Didn’t you guys get arrested on Earth? And didn’t Kiva get banished to Earth? How did she get back into Heaven?”

“Must have been her fame,” said Portal. “She still has many fans in Heaven and they eventually overruled Deere’s decision to banish her. Or…”

Portal twiddled his furry thumbs, “I may have also created a portal and got her back in. Following orders to make sure there’s no conflict.”

“Following whose orders?” Sunna implied.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to our special celebration tonight,” said a voice. “Live at Camael’s Corner.” An angelic figure strolled onto the dance floor while several angels with glowing lotus flowers over their heads played a nearby grand piano and a violin.

“Him, of course,” said Portal.

“Wait…since when did you also work for…” Sunna began.

“Are you ready to celebrate with the King Pin of Chasity?” said the voice.

Applause followed.

“Let us begin.”

The spotlight revealed the angel of Chasity, Camael himself. He wore his usual pink suit, dark pink top hat, and often carried a hidden sword just in case. His hair was short and brown, his skin white. He played a love song on his golden lyre and the audience was entranced by magic visions of peace, love, and harmony.

Portal clapped and Sunna was genuinely pleased.

“Hello, Portal,” called Camael, who came over in the blink of an eye. The two of them shook hands.

“It’s great to see you again,” said Portal. “How’s Holly?”

“Holly, Kiva, and Veronica? Still doing their work. Kiva is doing her performances and Holly is mostly on her missions to stop the spread of sin on Earth. Veronica is keeping to herself lately. Frankly, I think Holly would be better suited for the next mission…Kiva went a little overboard last time.”

Camael paused. “Oh, is this the kitten you were talking about?”

“Yeah,” said Portal. “Sunna this is Camael, the boss of my so-called boss, Kiva.”

“So…you’re alright with being with lower-status beings like cherubs and elves and cats?” Sunna asked nervously.

Camael shrugged. “We need as much help as we can get. If those guys can do their part for the Lord, I’m all for it.”

“Yeah, sure,” said Sunna, suddenly feeling self-conscious at all the elite cats around her.

“Anyway, hope you have a nice night,” Camael said. “See you guys around.”

Camael left into the shadows as Cassiel mentored a group of angels about various dimensions.

For the next half-hour, Sunna was attempting to use the right forks and spoons for her meal. Portal helped her with choosing the correct utensils for her Golden Honey Soup, Ichthys eggs, lobster bisque with gold flecks, heavenly salad, and traditional angel food cake for dessert. She enjoyed the food and resisted the urge to lap out of her bowl.

One of the elite cats raised her eyebrows at Sunna’s hippie demeanor, while another cat wore a bracelet that read “The cat’s meow.” Another cat wore a suit with “I am purrfect” on it and another wore a “divine lives” shirt.

After Sunna finished her meal and after an awkward waltzing with Portal, she got a phone call.

Sunna answered. “Hey Dad.”

“I’m on my way to your party.”

“Why?”

“Just to see that everything’s alright. I still don’t trust that Portal guy.”

“Dad, he’s fine and very nice. Give him a chance.”

“No promises.”

Soon enough, Docile had arrived in a fancier version of his E.L.F. getup.

“Enjoying your date?” he asked, arms folded.

Sunna blushed. “It…wasn’t really a date. We just talked about work and stuff.”

“Hello, Docile,” said Camael, appearing behind him. “You were just here the other day, yes? How’s E.L.F.?”

Docile smiled nervously. “It’s going great, sir. Some wild mishaps here and there, but otherwise alright.”

“Just be sure to stay out of trouble,” Camael said. “I’d listen to your sister if I were you…she has a pretty good idea about an ideal world in Heaven and Earth.”

“Right,” said Docile with a sigh and roll of his eyes. He turned to Sunna. “You ready to go?”

“Actually, how about a fun little contest?” asked Camael. “You still fresh with your vocals right?”

“Been a while since choir, but I’m up for it,” Docile said.

“Whoever can sing the greatest hymn about God, wins,” said Camael. “Cassiel will judge.”

“Bring it on,” said Docile.

Sunna drowned out the devotional droning and the ritual riffraff until, to her disappointment…

“Better luck next time,” said Camael to Docile before leaving. Docile groaned. “I was so close.” He turned to Sunna. “I’m ready to go home.”

“Me too,” said Sunna. “This party is getting boring for me.”

The elite cats stared at Sunna with judging eyes as she and Docile headed out the door.

They arrived back at their house in Humility, Docile and Sunna heading to their own rooms. The walls were emerald and sapphire with pictures of the E.L.F. crew.

“I love you, Sunny,” said Docile.

“I love you too, dad,” Sunna replied. “You know I’ll always be there for you.”

“Be where?”

Sunna laughed. “Everywhere, with you whenever you need me.”

“Spoken like a true E.L.F. member. Hey, don’t forget to help open the office in the morning.”

Sunna sighed. “Almost forgot about that.”

Both went to their respective rooms for a good night’s sleep.

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