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[shipatfirstsight]

Favorite books of 2023 10/?

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[cemeteryspider]

It's Called: Freefall

Hazbin Lucifer x Archangel! Reader

Summary: You freefall...

Trigger Warning: Isolation, rejection, and suicidal themes (listen to the song this is based off of)

Word Count: 1120

When you called your old friend Lucifer, you didn't expect to meet him in a quiet human coffee house with a few humans going in and out. Your heart pounded in your chest as you as across from him. Innocently he pushed a latte towards you with a weak smile.

You reciprocate the gesture with an eager smile, the warmth of the coffee cup seeping through your fingers. As the bitter liquid danced on your taste buds, he seized the moment to pose the first question.

"Why did you ask me here?" After many years, hearing his voice was music to your ears.

"Not sure, maybe I want you to pull me down to Hell with you"

His eyes narrowed, a subtle frown forming on his lips as your words hung in the air. Desperate to diffuse the tension, you forced a laugh, but the weight of his gaze lingered.

"Maybe you would make it easy and offer me cigarettes, dominos, or rum" You teased.

"Not only sundowns, Sundays, Christmas for me" Though a joke no laughter came from him.

"I just needed an old friend. I could never hope to keep the new seraphim as friends. I tried to give them what I thought that they wanted, never could they be such a good friend as you've been"

"Come on, Y/n, don't get me venting on friends that resent you. All I've ever been is a noose to hang onto, reckless I fell into Hell where I hang with nothing and no one"

Your hand found him from across the table, "I could follow you..."

"Even the devil needs time alone sometimes" In a blink he was gone with a puff of smoke.

~~~

When you returned to Heaven you allowed yourself to sink the floor of your bedroom. Allowing tears to flow from your eyes down your cheeks.

Your "friends" never listened to your ideas, and shot them down at every chance they had. Adam had shunned you from the court after his private meeting with Sera about your sympathies with the devil.

Angel's avoided you and human souls steered clear of your wake.

The weight of rejection and isolation pressed on your shoulders, tempting you to abandon the celestial realm that had turned its back on you. The thought of leaving it all behind gained momentum within your conflicted heart.

You could let it all go.

You could let it all go.

It's called freefall.

You started writing to Lucifer about your plans.

It's called freefall

~~~

Days turned into a slow, agonizing wait before a black envelope, delivered with an impatient huff from Sera, found its way into your hands.

Still, the red seal made you giddy with excitement. However, after opening the letter you soon understood that you shouldn't have opened it.

Dearest, Y/n

Stop. Do not talk like that. You shouldn't fall. I can't even be bothered with this, you better handle your shit. Keep about your wits, you know yourself and who I am. The devil isn't a friend to anyone, Y/n.

~Lucifer

Hours turned into agonizing days as you sat amidst the remnants of your torn bedroom, the echo of your screams still reverberating in your ears. Each piece of the room held a memory, a fragment of the friendship that now seemed shattered beyond repair. You scoured your conversations with Lucifer, trying to find the roots of this passive-aggressive letter.

Lucifer was your best friend, and has been for centuries, and never in your life had you imagined him practically disowning you after letting him into your innermost thoughts.

You threw the letter into the burning fireplace in your room stomped your way to Sera, and demanded to be sent to Hell.

Without so much as a trial, which even Lucifer and the other Deadly Sins were allowed, she cursed you and sent you down.

It's called freefall.

It's called freefall.

~~~

As you plummeted, the familiar celestial lights ethereally faded from your view, replaced by a menacing red glow. The once weightless fall morphed into a descent fraught with a hellish heat that seemed to seep into your very bones. The stench of sulfur filled your nose, assaulting your senses with the undeniable reality of your new existence.

You allowed your eyes to close as you imagined your new life. You imagined Lucifer and all the grand ideas you would think up together. The change that you could make in Hell, and maybe eventually Heaven would see. You could see real friendship in your future.

~~~

Despite your continuous knocking at the Devil's door he never bothered to answer. You allowed yourself to curl up near the door, and rest your weary bones.

After a long time you heard the click of boots, and the tumble of a kicked stone growing closer.

A warm hand touched your shoulder, "Hey, what are you doing out this late, it's like 2 am, and nothing's open in Hell, it's a rule I made, anyway" You felt his weight shift as he sat on the stair next to you.

You peered your head above your arms to him. "So, you're still too busy saving everybody else, to save yourself. That's a story to tell"

A surprised look crossed his face when he saw yours. His eyes scanned your body for any injuries, then wrapped his arms around you.

"I told you not to do this, you could've gotten past those feelings. You didn't have to fall", Tears fell his face. He knew the shame and the isolation that came with falling. He knew the sad faces and disappointed looks better than anyone. It was something he never wanted you to experience, and never wanted you to know.

"Hey, let it all out, this is where I'm meant to be, Luci" You pulled his form into yours, and you could feel his shoulders relax in your grip.

His face found solace in the curve of your neck, tears staining your skin as he sought refuge in your embrace. The weight of his remorse hung heavy in the air, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of compassion and confusion. The tears spoke of a shared pain, a vulnerability you hadn't expected from the mighty Lucifer. As his silent sobs echoed in the infernal air, you grappled with the complexity of emotions that his apology unearthed.

"I'm sorry for what I wrote, I thought if I pushed you away, it wouldn't end up like this", Maybe if he just pushed you away, made you feel as though you could live with the pretentious angels that surrounded you. You wouldn't want to fall.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be here" You promised him. 

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[obey-me-disaster]

Memories of falling stars

Synonpsis: Lucifer, as he falls from grace, starts to remember and look back at his life in the Celestial Realm, as the always sunny sky behind him turns into a dark one full of stars.

A/N: This is another piece for another Lucifer collab ^-^. Lowkey the reason I haven't worked on anything else besides exams coming up

As old as the universe and nearly undying, stars are there to watch as everything unfolds. Humans, demons and even angels, have their lives seen by them, especially the Morningstar himself.

???? Years Before The Fall

"Do you see it, Lucifer? The stars, the constellations, everything the night sky has to offer!" The archangel was looking at him, eyes full of excitement.

"It would be hard not to, when you have been dragging me down to the human world to note down constellations for your planetarium." Pinching the bridge of his nose, Lucifer was trying to ignore his upcoming headache caused by the angel sitting right next to him.

For the past week, Michael has been dragging him down to the human in hopes of getting an image, as clear as possible, for the planetarium that he wanted to build in the Celestial Realm. The Celestial Realm had no nights or starry skies.

"You know, Luci, I am kind of jealous of your trips to Devildom in a way. That place has a constant sky full of stars that remain unbothered by the lights of the kingdom, unlike the human world." The archangel was gesturing vaguely around the empty hills. They were far from any human civilization. As far as the eye could see, there were only hills and forests.

"What did I say about that nickname?" Lucifer tried to give him an annoyed look but it went unnoticed by the other angel. "Also, if you're so jealous of my trips down to Devildom, maybe you shouldn't have pushed that responsibility on me."

Michael only hummed in response, too focused on looking up at the sky to pay any attention to Lucifer. "Such a shame that Orion, the hunter, is not visible in this period. Or, should I say, in this part of the human world."

He finally decided to turn his attention to Lucifer. "It wouldn't hurt to pay more attention to the sky in the Devildom on your next trip. Who knows, maybe I will also do a Devildom inspired planetarium." Lucifer just shook his head at the other angel's antics. "Maybe we should bring Raphael with us next time with us. We could go to the northern hemisphere to see Orion!" Michael said excitedly.

"I don't know how much will he appreciate getting dragged there to watch stars..." Lucifer pointed out what should be obvious.

"Perhaps, but even he can appreciate the story behind constellations. In particular the story of Canis Minor and Canis Major. They did make good hunting dogs for Orion, after all, and Orion never missed his target." Despite the smile on his face, Michael was surrounded by a dangerous aura, which put Lucifer off.

"Whether he agrees to it or not, we should probably head back to the Celestial Realm." Lucifer said, trying to put an end to whatever the archangel was doing. Whatever that feeling was, it sure was an untold warning for something in the future.

174 Years Before The Fall

Coming down to the human world was not something Lucifer had in mind, but he had to when all of his family kept on running away from their responsibilities.

"Look, I am telling ya, that's clearly Perseus! We have to look in that direction if we wanna see the meteor shower!" Mammon kept pointing out in the direction of the constellation, trying to prove his point.

"Could you be any louder? I know we are far from human civilization, but that's no excuse for yelling." Belphie argued back to his brothers. None of them could tell that Lucifer was just a few meters behind them and he didn't intend on revealing himself just yet.

"Besides, you're wrong. What you’re pointing at is the Andromeda constellation!! At least you got the direction of the Perseids close enough..." Belphie continued to argue.

"Now, now, guys, no need to keep on arguing, we came here to have a good time and watch the Perseids. So let's just sit back and enjoy ourselves" Lilith intervened, trying to calm her brothers down.

"Guys, I am starting to feel bad about leaving Lucifer behind. It doesn't feel right for all of us to be here while he’s still back in the Celestial Realm.." Beel looked in the direction of where they came down to Earth. If only he looked a little bit lower, he would be able to see Lucifer.

"I mean, it can't be helped. We ditched our responsibilities to come down here." Levi mumbled. "Even if he allowed us to put our chores for later, he’s still a seraphim! He’s way too busy to just come down to relax with us-"

"If all of you wanted to see the meteor shower so badly, you could’ve just told me from the start. I would’ve figured out something, so that all of us could’ve spent some time together." Lucifer interrupted Levi, finally deciding to come out of the shadows. It honestly hurt him a bit to hear how his younger brother talked about him. That he was far too busy to spend time with his younger siblings. Of course, he didn't express his feelings to any of them, especially when they were still screaming from being scared by his sudden appearance.

"How long have you been standing there?" They exclaimed, but he didn't really pay any mind to this question. Especially when he saw a Perseid from the corner of his eyes.

"For long enough. But now it's not the time to discuss all of this. The meteor shower is about to start." He sat down next to them on the grass, and pointed towards the Perseids that started to show up across the starry night.

All conversations ceased for the time being. They’ll have enough time to discuss things after the meteor shower had finished.

1 Day Before The Fall

I t was rare for rain to come down in the Celestial Realm, let alone one with lighting and thunder. And even if it did, it only happened in places outside of the grand palace. The storm caught everyone by surprise; angels were running left and right trying not to get their wings wet. They were all feeling rather uneasy with this sudden weather change. Everyone felt that something big was about to happen, but no one knew exactly when would this be or what would it be.

There were whispers and rumors about an angel that broke the rules, and was about to be severely punished, but everyone still felt like there was more to come.

Amidst the sea of angels that were seeking shelter from the rain or running to dry off their wings, it was all too easy to slip away from everyone without being noticed. Such was the case of Belphegor, who decided to sneak into the planetarium.

He would lie if he were to say that he couldn't sleep simply from the rain, but it's not like he could explain his feelings either. Lilith's judgment was about to come, and everyone hoped for the best.

Father surely wouldn’t harm her, right? Michael surely wouldn’t dare to lay a finger on her. Raphael wouldn't point his spear towards her… or maybe he would — he attacked angels for less. Every time he started to worry, he kept thinking about how Lucifer would not let anyone harm their younger sister. As long as their older brother was there to protect them and resolve this incident, nothing bad will happen… right?

He fell asleep at the thought of everything getting resolved, with the image of Lucifer talking some sense into everyone's heads. There was no need to worry, the Morning Star himself surely knows what to do. He couldn't wait until everything was over and everyone could go back to how things used to be.

Despite falling deeper and deeper into unconsciousness, he could still feel the presence of a certain angel, and how his 12 wings would drag on the floor as he put a blanket over him. The last thing he could remember was a hand brushing his hair away from his face. And so, two angels rested in the planetarium.

If both of them were to look at the planetarium’s ceiling right now, they would see Pavo, the peacock constellation. With the way the planetarium was moving, it shouldn't have been there, but from the moment Lucifer stepped into the room, and up until the moment he left, the constellation never left its place, up on the top of the planetarium’s ceiling.

The Fall

His wings were useless, all of them. What good was it to have six sets of wings, when at that moment they couldn't stop his fall. They couldn't carry on in his fight for his family, for his sister.

Since the moment he heard about Lilith's punishment, there was only noise. From the pleading of his younger brothers, to his screaming at his Father and the declaration of war, there was only noise. Weapons clashing, screaming and yelling about betrayals. He didn't even realize how much noise there was until everything went silent but somehow, that was still louder.

The only thing that he could feel was the pain all over his body, but it still didn't match his fury and his fear. Pure and genuine anger towards his Father, and fear for his brothers. He couldn't hear them and he couldn't see them. They were nowhere to be found.

The only thing that he could see was the vast sky changing its color. No longer was the bright blue sky with clouds as white as an angel's father surrounding him, but a dark sky full of shining stars. Stars that he recognized all to easy from his trips to the Devildom. Constellations such as Cruetum Sagitta, the bloody arrow, and Lapsus Bellator, the fallen warrior, were adorning the sky.

Bittersweet memories of helping Michael with his planetarium, star gazing with his brothers and spending time with his brother Belphegor under the starry night were flashing before his eyes. In that moment, he wished he didn’t know anything about the sky. It felt as if even the stars themselves were laughing at his and his family's fate.

He turned his attention back to searching for his siblings, even a glimpse of them was more than good, anything to know that they were at least alive. His wings were broken, and if it were up to him, he would rip them apart mid fall, but his eyes were still good, as along as he was still going he would continue to search for them. No reason to focus on things that were unnecessary at the moment.

At least, that's what he kept telling himself. He couldn't help but notice the way seven new stars appeared on the night sky. Each star for one of the angels that fell from grace that day. When did he even got so preoccupied with astronomy? He really spent too much time with Michael before the war.

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[spookyvalentine]

Hi! I saw your questions for Shepards and wanted to ask for 24, 34, and 19 for Mercy if that's alright! :D

i am always so excited to talk about mercy 🙈

19. Are there any companions your Shepard just absolutely cannot vibe with or relate to

oh man. this will not be a popular answer but. garrus? that is, me1 garrus did not impress mercy overmuch. his too easy slide to brutality, the willingness to abuse the weight of a badge and desire to wield power without interference, that grated at mercy. they thought they’d gotten through to garrus after arresting dr saleon, that the job wasn’t to punish the guilty but protect the innocent. mercy is also a firm believer in punishment less permanent than death (also anti private prisons and believes in rehabilitation. i mean. they were given a second chance). mercy n garrus had a really good conversation after and they were hopeful in his direction. when archangel is revealed to be garrus mercy actually starts laughing they’re so mad. although throughout me2 garrus eventually tells em about all the things he went through to end up at omega, and they find sturdier footing. by 3 mercy is genuinely proud at the guy garrus has become, and trusts he’s got their six, but i wouldn’t say he is “inner circle”

mercy holds liara at arm’s distance. unfortunately they went to noveria to see benezia first, so by the time the reach therum, liara’s gone a bit delirious from dehydration/isolation. she might’ve latched on a little too hard with the mind meld. it’s not an addiction, but she definitely has a craving for the commander’s mindspace with its deep sturdy roots, cool clear water and warm golden light. mercy’s like a reoccurring acid flashback for liara, of texture and euphoria. she fixates on them, i guess, as a reeeeeeeally unhealthy coping mechanism for the trauma of both the geth attack and the loss of her mother. mercy looks at her and thinks ah. baby. like they do for tali grunt and jack. as a professional blackmailer, mercy has to clap at the graduation to shadow broker and appreciates how she can swing weight around, but they do worry over liara. she’s. hm. watches mercy too much still sometimes. they hit the roof when liara says she gave their body to cerberus

24. Who does Shepard turn to for advice? For comfort? Who do they like to gossip with

advice: they talk to anderson a lot. he did, after all, have a tremendous impact on their young adult life. mercy was in the middle of leaving him a video message when the thresher maws hit akuze. they don’t chat as often now, but do email pretty regularly. mercy also goes to chakwas to pace and bitch in her office and be fed good whiskey. they also end up talking out a fair bit of things w vega during boxing practice. mordin, too. he’s one of the few that doesn’t get worn down by the billions of questions mercy usually asks a person

comfort: thane, wrex and edi. all of them are really good at reading what mercy needs, be it companionable silence or explosions

they like to gossip with everyone. honestly gossip might be their love language. but! samara is an endless delight. she knows so much. the two of em hang out a lot. sometimes samara will drop a bomb on mercy while they’re practicing acroyoga together just to watch how they handle it. miranda, after mercy helps her protect oriana without blinking, becomes a fantastic contributor too. that’s why her hair is so big. it’s full of secrets. tali, joker and jack are regulars too :)

one person regularly fills all three, and that is kasumi. ride or dieeeeee. i’ve written a twoshot about them

34. Got any tattoos?

Yes, actually! ‘round sixteen years old, they shelled out for fancy-ass holographic shifting ink. depending the light and brightness the colors shift and change, so sometimes the tattoos are very subtle, sometimes flashy. starts at the notch of the jaw, down the sides of the throat, over the shoulder, down the arm, to end at the forearms

the tattoos aren’t colored in, just the lineart, so at first glance it just looks like a pattern

art by walter anderson, since mercy spent some time in the area. and later, their foster moms lived right on the bayou—and mercy would sit on the deck, watching alligators and pelicans watch em back. the most peaceful time of their childhood.

they lose the tattoos in me2, of course. im not sure yet if the design replaced, or gets something new. i think it’s be in gold ink tho

question list found here!

#ahh #thanks for the ask!! #oc: mercy shepard #themshep #mass effect

[ericksonregalado127]

Moistness around the corner, it’s really Christmas season. Cold breeze with a cup of hot choco and a butternut is my mood right now.

Alarming Voices

It’s already evening, and all the street vendors are started making noise of the toy trumpets and party whistles. Some are displaying 'parols' and gift packs. This is my favorite season. I am always excited when Christmas Day is coming. Families will gathered together and celebrate, as well as friends too.

I do not know how long I’ll be living, what could I get, and where should I be. Life nowadays is in between ‘leave it there’ and ‘ okay gotta do this’ - learnt things through acceptance and repentance.

We used to be bundled with love and excitement during December season. Attending ‘Simbang Gabi’ is the main event of my family.

One morning, after the mass, I rushed into the vendors outside San Miguel Archangel Parish. I truly loved the ‘ibos’, so I run across the street to buy some because it only has limited supply.

I got a bundle of six and went back to the church. Yes, I’m backed but it seemed to be a little bit different. It is so big and scary. I thought I knew the place but I couldn’t even remember it. It was all dark, flashing of rays from the window is only the light I’ve seen. The place is very cold, exactly on the area where I’ve been stuck.

I tried to move around, I saw a stairs going down and a room beside me, can’t even get across to it. I heard voices and bawls. I ran downstairs and stop, “its the same floor!”. Then I saw a man standing on the staircase, wearing white polo and black pants, and… he has no head! I cried and asked for help. The man is slowly walked towards me. I am very scared and tried to ran down and its the same floor again. I am very frustrated and vociferous. The voices are still crying out loudly. I am going to passed out anytime, my heart beat is eagerly and my legs are cramping.

What I remembered last was I am standing beside the stairs thinking to go down, but I did not do it, thought it would be the same situation again.

I tried to get my phone and give a call to my family. At the time I am unlocking it, my morning alarm rang, I am shocked and it’s 8:00am already! “Dude, am I dreaming again? Oh c’mon! I’m already late in my class!”

[luminois]

— 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧;

𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐰: 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝟏𝟕𝟖𝟓 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

looking down through the hole in the clouds, your wings fluttered in excitement and trepidation. the white feathers caressed your arms as they closed in on themselves, hugging your figure reassuringly.

you could see the whole world from above, magnificent and so far away. you hadn’t been an angel for long, and the memories of your past life were still present in your mind. they were nothing more than specks of light, little presents from the past that made you smile. someone laughing, a farm, the taste of freshly picked grapes, naked feet running on the grass. you had lived surrounded by animals and wheat fields, simple tasks filling up sunny days. you’d been happy, that’s what the memories suggested, and you were happy now. you didn’t know what you’d done to earn eternity, but you knew you wanted to help others reach it too.

an archangel, in his luminescent beauty, was calling the names of the angels huddled around the cavity. every time one of them got closer to the archangel, the world became bigger and bigger until only one, specific place on earth was visible. that was where the angel was being sent to, where a great amount of humans had lost themselves to sin and were in need of an angel to bring them back to the right path. you had waited for decades to be sent on earth, and now the moment had finally arrived.

the archangel called your name and you went, light on your feet, the golden path cold under them. everything in paradise was chilly, made of glass and crystal and precious metals, breathtakingly perfect. you’d always found it somewhat unsettling, how everything seemed so easy to break and nobody ever tried to. would a swift move of your hand or just a little more pressure shatter what had been there forever? you were convinced the answer was yes, and the idea of being the first was fascinating, even if you’d never act upon it. you wondered.

the place you were going to was nothing more than a town. it had been the perfect place to live until the residents had started to be uncaring of the things around them, and now it had become dirty and unpleasant. litter filled the streets, graffiti ruined every wall and many shops had closed down, now only displaying shattered windows.

“the devil has found his way to these poor souls’ hearts,” the archangel said. his voice sounded like it didn’t come from him, like it was resonating in your own head. “they’ve lost their path. the greatest of gifts is a lighthouse in the dark, tumultuous sea. go and be their light, and they will be grateful for eternity.”

the archangel leaned down to kiss your hair, and when you opened your eyes again your wings were gone, and you weren’t cold anymore.

“i can’t thank you enough, sweetie. you’re an angel.”

you smiled as you handed the paper bag filled with freshly made bread over the bakery’s counter. the elderly man with teary eyes was a regular, and one of your favorite people in town. the darkness hadn’t reached his soul directly, he was too good hearted, but he’d been greatly affected by everyone’s wrongdoings. his share of bread was always on the house.

“i’m really not, sir,” you said, “knowing i’m being of help is a pleasure.”

the man showed his almost toothless smile and left, leaving you alone to rest against the counter, taking a breath before going to check the pastries cooking in the oven. being a human was exhausting, even if it was just play-pretend. you now had to sleep and eat and you were often tired, concepts unknown to otherworldly creatures.

it had been a little over the human equivalent of a month since you’d reached earth. you didn’t know how much had passed in paradise, years maybe, the working of time wasn’t a topic you were interested in. your time was infinite, the one thing you didn’t have to worry about.

you’d had to make up a story, explaining who you were and why you’d suddenly appeared out of thin air. like almost every other shop in town, the bakery had been abandoned when you first arrived, so you fixed it up and became a young girl starting a small business in a lovely town. or the remnants of it, that is.

behind the facade of the bakery, your true job was to make things better, and you could confidently say it was going well. the mayor was a corrupt, money-hungry woman who had left her town to care for itself. but since she didn’t care about what her citizens did, you hadn’t found any resistance upon asking permission to start your own public initiatives. it had been hard to convince people to work for anything other than personal gain, but you’d discovered that kindness was the best remedy.

yours was the only bakery in town, and everyone had visited it sooner or later. watching people go from being nothing but rude to reserving their best smile for every time they opened your door was priceless. now the streets weren’t as dirty thanks to the people who had volunteered to help you clean them, and you were planning on removing the graffiti next. you didn’t have much power over unemployment and poverty, but you were sure everything would fix itself once everyone would have found the right path again.

you took out the pastries from the oven before sighing in satisfaction and walking to the door, turning the open sign. you murmured to yourself the list of things you had to do now that the bakery was closed as you walked to the back, entering the room you called home. you’d promised to help the woman who lived down the street bake a cake for her son’s birthday and plant some daisies in her garden. only days prior you’d helped her paint over the worn-out outside of her house, and it was really starting to look like a lovely place.

you took off your apron before facing the mirror next to the door. you knew your wings weren’t there, but seeing yourself without them was a surprise every time. you turned as much as you could to look at your back, moving your hair to the side as they covered the space between your shoulder blades. how could something that was a part of yourself just disappear like that? what was even more surreal was that you didn’t particularly miss the expanse of white feathers. you were just unused to their absence, but you were capable of doing everything without them just fine. the only thing left to show your angelic nature were your brightly golden eyes, staring back at you before you looked away.

you should’ve been afraid of walking by yourself in the seemingly deserted street, but you knew you weren’t alone. you could feel eyes boring into your skin as you walked, following you like a predator and its prey. that’s why you didn’t scream when someone grabbed your arm and your back hit the brick wall of a narrow alley, but a hand was still pressed over your mouth.

you always felt warm on earth, not missing the freezing air of paradise at all. right now, through, you felt more than warm. your skin was burning, like the fire in the stranger’s red irises.

he was beautiful, more than any of the angels you’d met, more than the archangels and more than what you’d imagined the highest would look like. strands of long hair touched his cheeks and the corners of his smirking lips, pitch black like the tattoos on his arms and the sleeveless shirt he was wearing. his eyes were filled with amusement and something dark that came from within. a demon. you gulped, and he noticed.

“oh little angel, am i scaring you?”

your wide eyes looked up at him, and he cooed. he was tall, hovering over you with his wide shoulders, the heat radiating from him making your cheeks bloom with crimson. his tone had been sweet, but there was sarcasm and bite behind his words.

“what have you been doing, uh? going around and ruining all the work i’ve done before you came. that’s a mean thing to do, angel. why are you being so mean to me?”

the big hand covering your mouth moved to loosely wrap around your neck. you gulped again, unable to look away from him or say a word, and his eyes flickered down as your neck moved. the demon could feel your heartbeat under his hand, rushed as your heart tripped over itself, and he bit down his lips as his smirk got bigger.

“i asked you a question, angel. it’s rude to ignore people like that,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you, waiting for your answer.

you opened your mouth a couple times before any sound got past your lips, the demon’s fingers holding your neck a little tighter. “i’m making things better because you ruined them.”

he gasped, but so exaggeratedly it sounded fake. you knew it was, and it made you blush more.

“you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” he said, his sugary tone mocking you. “you say you’re making things better, but i think you’re ruining them, we’re not going to get along like this. what should we do?”

“you should stop,” you said, your voice a little more sure as the fear started to wear out.

he was bigger and stronger, but you were both humans right now. he had no more power than the sheer strength in his hands, and even if that was enough to kill you it wouldn’t have. the highest wouldn’t have let one of his angels die on earth like that. or that’s what you hoped.

“you know i can’t, this is what i do,” the demon said. the hold on your neck disappeared, but he got closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “hyunjin. learn my name, angel, we’re going to be spending a lot of time together. whenever you ruin something i’ll fix it, mmh? would you like that?”

both of hyunjin’s inked arms were resting on the side of your head now, his bicep right in front of your eyes. he wouldn’t have had problems with shattering the entirety of paradise with his fists, and he wouldn’t have hesitated either. your words were caught up in the knot stuck in your throat, keeping you from answering. but if you hadn’t been petrified by his presence and the boiling blood running through your veins, what would you have said?

you wondered.

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[splendidcas]

Spin the Bottle

Summary: you, TFW and some friends decide to engage in the friendly classic game, “spin the bottle.” what happens when you conveniently (or inconveniently, depending on how you look at it) land on your crush, Castiel?

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: none that I can think of. language, probably. a little self doubt, maybe some secondhand embarrassment lmao but mostly fluff.

A/N: feedback fuels me to keep writing! thank you for reading!

It was a very rare night. Monsters were quiet, as was Angel radio, and hell was minding its business for the time being. There were no current cases to be found, so you, Castiel and the Winchesters took advantage. 

It was winter, unfortunately, so no “sand between our toes,” as Dean put it. The four of you were passing around ideas for about 15 minutes about what you should do, but none of them stuck. You were tired of bars and diners, honestly, and so were the boys. You wanted to do something different.

Suddenly, Dean slammed his hand down on the table, startling you, Sam and Cas. He had a grin on his face, his eyes passing over all of you. “I got it. Game night, and this time we’re inviting everybody.” 

***

Two hours later, almost all of your friends were here in Dean’s “man cave,” and everyone had smiles on their faces. You immediately gravitated towards Rowena, Jodi, Donna, and Charlie, thankful to have other women around for once. Sam and Dean were playing a game of pool with Garth while Castiel and Gabriel leaned against the wall, Gabriel grinning as he whispered into his brother’s ear, and Castiel rolled his eyes. It made you smile. 

“Ah, Y/N, still have that crush on the Angel, I see,” Rowena commented, catching your smile at Cas.

Your cheeks burned before you looked at Rowena with a knowing smirk. “There’s only one of us here that’s slept with an Angel, and it’s not me.”

Rowena beamed, her fingers shyly running over her braid. “It’s true.”

The five of you shared a laugh before Jodi turned to you with a stern, motherly look. “Seriously, though, Y/N. You could do a lot worse. I’m just sayin.’” 

“She’s right,” Charlie added. “He’s, like, the sweetest.” 

You opened your mouth, about to try and direct the conversation somewhere else, when Dean’s voice boomed throughout the room. He was standing on a chair, clearly a little drunk, with a beer bottle in his hand. 

“Oh, boy, here we go,” Donna whispered. 

“Alright, ladies and gentleman. Let’s get this party started. It is now time to play: spin the bottle!” 

There was immediately a chorus of protest, and Dean frowned.

"Dude, no,” Sam said, giving Dean a look. 

“Why not?”

“Because we’re all friends here, Dean.” 

“That’s exactly why we should!” Gabriel chimed in from his spot against the wall. “We’re all friends, so it won’t be awkward afterward, right? It’ll be fun.”

“I don’t understand, what game are we talking about?” Castiel asked, brow furrowed. 

“Spin the bottle, little bro,” Gabriel said. “Everyone sits in a circle and puts an empty bottle in the middle. When it’s your turn, you spin it, and you have to kiss whoever the bottle lands on.”

Castiel thought it over for a minute, his expression unchanged. “But why?”

You chuckled. “It’s just supposed to be fun.” 

“And it’s supposed to be for high school and college kids,” Jodi added. “I’m out.” 

“Laaaaame,” Dean commented, taking another sip of his beer before Sam took it out of his hands, earning him a glare. 

Garth spoke up, his right hand pointing to the ring on his left. “Me too. Married and all.” 

“Well, I’m in, obviously,” Gabriel said, a wicked smirk on his face as he watched Rowena from across the room.

Rowena quirked a brow at him, returning his smirk. “As am I.”

“Me too,” Donna said, a shy but excited grin on her face. This earned a surprised look from Jodi, and she shrugged. “What? Been a while since I kissed anyone. Could be fun.” 

“I’m in too,” Charlie exclaimed. “Y/N?” 

All eyes were suddenly on you, and you tried not to linger on Cas for too long. What if you landed on him? This could be your only opportunity to kiss him, since you knew good and well he only considered you a friend. You cleared your throat, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater. “Uh, I guess so.” 

Your friends cheered before moving on to Sam and Cas. 

“C’mon, Sammy, don’t be a wuss,” Dean chided. 

Sam scoffed. “Wow, Dean.”

“Just do it, Sam! It’s fun,” Gabriel encouraged.

“Fine, fine, just so you’ll leave me alone,” Sam remarked, a smile giving way as he rolled his eyes. 

“How about you, Angel? Will you be joining us?” Rowena asked Cas. 

Cas immediately looked to Dean, eyes pleading, but Dean was no help. “You’re doing it, Cas. Been a while since you got any action.” 

Ignoring Castiel’s glare, Dean ordered everyone to sit in a circle as Jodi and Garth stood aside. Donna ended up on your right, and Charlie was on your left. Directly across from you sat Castiel, who was nervously adjusting his tie. You gulped--honestly, a part of you wanted to land on him or vice versa, and another part of you didn’t. You were horribly nervous, and there were so many things that could go wrong. What if he landed on you and looked disappointed? What if he thought you were a bad kisser? What if your breath stank? What if, what if, what if.

Dean grabbed an empty beer bottle from behind him and placed it in middle of the circle before rubbing his hands together. “Alright--rules. You have to kiss whoever you land on, doesn’t matter the gender. Capiche? I’ll start.” He gracefully flicked his wrist and sent the bottle spinning for a few seconds before it slowly landed on...

Gabriel.

Everyone in the circle busted out laughing--even Castiel, who wore a very amused grin. Sam could not have looked more smug.

“Not so keen to play now, are you?” you asked, laughter bubbling in your chest. 

Dean turned beat red and grumbled to himself, and Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Let’s just just get this over with,” the archangel mumbled. The two of them scooted across the carpet and met in the middle, and Dean shook his head, inwardly giving himself a pep talk. Gabriel glared. “Today, Hasselhoff?”

“Alright, alright! I’m doing it,” Dean said, irritated. He leaned in and quickly pecked Gabe on the lips.

Cheers erupted as the two of them scooted back to their seats, and Dean quickly wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He awkwardly cleared his throat. “Next.” 

Now it was Sam’s turn. He took a long breath before long fingers spun the bottle, and you couldn’t hide your smile when it landed on Rowena. 

The witch grinned wickedly. “Oooh, Samuel. This has been a long time coming, I think.” 

“Lucky,” Gabriel mumbled to himself.

The tips of Sam’s ears were bright red, a shy smile on his face as he met Rowena in the middle. Rowena looked 

pleased as he gently placed his hand on her cheek and leaned in. His kiss was surprisingly tender, and everyone turned a shade of pink when Rowena let out a quiet moan before pulling away. 

Sam immediately cleared his throat, hand awkwardly scratching the back of his neck while he made his way back to his seat. Rowena had a smug smile on her face. “Even better than I imagined, Samuel.” 

“Alright, alright, enough, lovebirds,” Dean interrupted. “Charlie, you’re up.” 

An excited grin erupted on her face before eagerly spinning the bottle. A few seconds later, it landed on you. 

She turned towards you. “You good with this?”

You smiled. The two of you were close, and you knew she wanted to make sure it wouldn’t be awkward. “Of course.” 

She gave you a relieved smile before leaning in and giving you a gentle kiss. It was short but sweet, and you noted how soft her lips were. 

“Damn, Y/N, you’re a good kisser!” she remarked with a chuckle after she pulled away. 

You bowed playfully, missing the way Castiel’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat at Charlie’s words. “Thank you, thank you.” 

“It’s your turn now, sweetheart,” Gabriel said, grinning knowingly at you. 

You swallowed thickly, trying to control your shaky hand as you gripped the bottle. If it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen, you thought.

“It’s okay,” Donna suddenly whispered in your ear, giving you an encouraging smile.

Taking a deep breath, you flicked your wrist and spun the bottle, watching it go in circles for what felt like eons. Finally its speed began to slow, until finally, finally, it landed on...

Castiel.

A quiet gasp erupted from Charlie, and your mouth fell open in surprise. What the hell are the odds? You slowly looked up at Castiel with caution, afraid he would look disappointed. Instead, he looked just as scared as you did. 

The two of you froze in your spots, neither of you making a move or saying anything. 

“Uh, hello? Any day now?” Gabriel said, amusement in his tone. 

You blinked, snapping out of it. “Uh, yeah.” As soon as you began to make your way to the middle, Castiel did the same, awkwardly clearing his throat. Suddenly you were close to him, closer than you’d ever been, and your brain went fuzzy. You looked up at him, and there were a few freckles scattered across his face that you’d never been able to see before. You swear you could even see his grace swirling behind the beautiful blue of his eyes, and your breath caught in your throat. 

Castiel looked at you with worry. “I--is this okay with you?” he asked quietly. 

You swallowed the bundle of nerves that had lodged in your throat and managed a quick nod. “Um, yeah, it’s fine.” 

He didn’t know what to do at first, didn’t know the proper etiquette for this kind of thing. Was he supposed to lean in first? Should he touch you? Going with his instincts, he gingerly placed one hand on your cheek. Without thinking you instantly leaned into his warm touch, your eyelids fluttering shut at the contact. Your reaction gave him the confidence he needed to lean in and give you just a whisper of a kiss, light as a feather so that you could pull away if you wanted, and that’s when your instincts kicked in. You needed more, a real kiss. Your eyes stayed closed as your hand came up to grip the back of his neck, and you pulled him in for a scorching kiss that evoked a deep, needy grunt from the back of his throat. It was nothing short of passionate, and it lit up every one of your senses until you felt as though you were going to burst.

“Whoa,” Donna muttered. 

The comment immediately brought you out of your stupor, and you pulled away, looking at him with shock. Did you really just do that? He looked just as surprised--and dazed--as you; his eyes were wide but glazed over, his face flushed, lips pink from being so thoroughly kissed. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looked...turned on.

A pair of fingers snapping in between yours and Cas’ faces made you jump, and you looked to see Dean staring at you with a furrowed brow. 

“Jesus, guys, do you need a room?” 

You shook your head, trying to snap out of it. “N-no! Very funny. Um, Donna, you’re next.” 

You and Castiel wordlessly returned back to your spots in the circle, neither of you daring to make eye contact. Your skin was on fire from his touch, your heart beat refusing to settle down. You’d always daydreamed about kissing him, but to actually do it? It was so much different, it was so much more. 

You vaguely registered Donna happily landing on Dean, and Jodi whistling from behind you at their kiss. Suddenly the game was over, and everyone stood up and began saying their goodbyes.

“Interesting night, boys,” Jodi commented with a smirk, giving Sam and Dean a hug. “And let me know what happens with Cas and Y/N.”

“We will,” Sam said with a smile. 

You watched Castiel as he whispered back and forth with Gabriel before the archangel shot him a thumbs up and went on his way, and you looked away before Castiel saw. 

“Y/N,” Charlie said, catching your attention. “That was, uh. Wow. Some kiss you and Cas had.” 

You rubbed your forehead and sighed. “I know. I don’t know what happens now.” 

She gave you a smile. “Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. Either way, it’ll be okay. Let me know what happens.” 

You wrapped your arms around her, squeezing tight. “Thank you.” 

***

Finally everyone had left except you, the Winchesters and Cas. Normally the quiet that followed would’ve been welcomed, but instead it was making you nervous. You knew Sam and Dean were about to purposely leave you alone with Cas, and that terrified you.

“What a night, huh, guys?” Dean remarked, a triumphant grin on his face. “We should have game night more often.”

“Yeah, it was something, alright,” you replied with a chuckle. 

Sam not-so-subtly nudged Dean, and Dean nodded before faking a yawn. “Well, boy! I am beat. I’ll see you guys in the morning. Let’s go, Sammy.”

Sam flashed you an encouraging smile before following his brother to their respective bedrooms. “Night guys.”

And then it was you and Cas. 

“Y/N?” Castiel’s quiet voice pleaded with you to finally look at him, and when you did, you saw a cautious hope in his eyes. “We should talk about what happened.”

You sighed. “Okay.”

“We’ve...we’ve always been friends--”

Whoop, there it is. The rejection speech. “Yeah, Cas, I know,” you interrupted, your eyes falling back down to the table. 

“I’m not rejecting you, Y/N,” he said quickly. 

You peeked up at him, brow furrowed. “Did you just--”

“No, I didn’t read your mind,” he said fondly. “But I can tell that’s what you were thinking.”

You nodded slowly. 

“Y/N, I know we’ve always been friends. We’ve fought together, been there for each other. And I care for all of you, but with you it’s always been different, it’s...” he trailed off, searching for the right words.

“Romantic?”

He looked up at you then and gave you a shy smile before nodding. “I always suspected I felt that way towards you. I never acted on it because I cherish our friendship, but that kiss. That was much more than friendship.”

You bit your lip. “I know.” 

“How do you feel?”

“About you?” He nodded apprehensively, and you smiled. “Cas, I’ve always wanted more than just a friendship with you. Ever since I met you. I never said anything for the same reasons you didn’t.”

Castiel beamed, and you couldn’t help but return his grin. Reaching over, he took your hand and placed a sweet kiss to your knuckles. “I’m very relieved to hear that. I briefly thought something was wrong with my vessel when you kissed me.” 

You laughed, positively glowing now. “I thought my brain short-circuited for a second.” 

He chuckled with you, squeezing your hand. “I’d like to do it again, if you wouldn’t mind.” 

You leaned in, nuzzling your nose against his.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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[aspenflower17]

Finding You (Part 16 of ??)

Hello metal husband and readers! Welcome to another update to Finding You! What’s on tap today you ask? Well, just keep reading and find out! New here and don’t want to spoil the story? Just hop on over to Part One through this link, and you can read through!

Word Count: 3,558

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Trigger warnings: One character’s a total douche, talk of war and death

Mc twirled the pencil she had been sketching with debating if she should ask the question she had been thinking about. Her and Michael were the only ones in the room and no one would be coming in for quite awhile. This was probably the best time she’d get to ask, "Hey, Michael. Can I ask you a question?"

He looked up from his book, "Yes? What is it?"

"Well, I was reading a book the other day, and I came across something odd. It… it was about the Avatar's Fall," Mc couldn't look at Michael, so she just continued, "Eyewitness accounts say there were eight angels that fell that day. So, I was wondering: Was there an eighth angel who fell that day?"

The silence was heavy, threatening to crush Mc. After a long moment, Michael's voice sounded lowly, "And just why were you reading about something like that?"

"Meeting them in person got me curious."

"And you would believe an eyewitness account over the teachings of the Celestial Realm?"

"Well, not necessarily. I just was curious since I'd never heard of there being another angel who Fell."

There was silence, and Mc still couldn't make herself look over, "I suppose just because some of them have paid attention to you makes you think you know all about demons.”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it then? If you haven’t forgotten, demons will lie about anything. Sinning comes naturally to them. In fact, the seven you keep coming into contact with are the embodiment of some of the most damaging sins. The lower demons are even worse.”

“I just want the most information possible. If there was another angel who fell that day, shouldn’t we tell everyone?”

“You forget your place, Mc. You may have luxuries other angels do not possess, but that does not raise your station.  Questioning Father’s teachings. To believe something a demon wrote about another demon-"

"I'm not really questioning. I was just confused because-"

"And now you interrupt me? Just who do you think you are? I am an archangel, and the only reason you've been allowed down here. You are a simple angel that we have allowed to express her talents throughout the three realms. Do not make me wonder if it was the right decision."

Mc flinched at the door closing. Though he hadn't slammed it, nor had he raised his voice, she had felt the waves of displeasure rolling off of him. The threat about sending her back to the Celestial Realm had her really nervous. Before she was aware of what she was doing, the message had been sent.

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“I could’ve come to the castle.”

“Hmmm… I don’t think that would be for the best right now.”

Satan cocked his head, “Did something happen?”

“Kind of. Anyway, thanks for meeting me here.”

“Of course. Is there anything in particular you’d like to do?”

“Well, I kinda thought, since I have an invitation and all, that you could show me around the House of Lamentation.”

“I… I mean, if you want to. I’m warning you now, it’s almost never calm there. My brothers are… a handful.”

“Sounds great!”

Satan looked over in shock, “Seriously?”

Mc nodded her head, “I grew up with calm. I want some excitement.”

“Well, be careful what you wish for.”

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“GIVE ME BACK MY LIMITED DIAMOND EDITION SUCREY FRENZY SIGNED POSTER MAMMON! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT’S WORTH!”

“Course I know what it’s worth! Why’d ya think I took it in the firs’ place?”

“SO YOU DID TAKE IT!!!”

“Oh. Whoops! Forget I said anythin’.”

“MAMMON!”

A blur of demon shot past Mc and Satan. All Mc could make out was white and brown, before Leviathan went past, considerably slower than Mammon, but still fast for a demon. At least, Mc thought it might be Leviathan. The shy purple haired demon was now in all black, with black horns and a snake-like tail. He also looked like he was going to rip apart his brother.

Satan sighed, continuing forward, hands in his pockets, “Welcome to the House of Lamentation.”

“Shouldn’t we do something?”

“Hmm? Oh, about them? I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Ah. I see…”

“We should probably get you out of the immediate vicinity though. There’s no telling what those two idiots might do.”

“Where should we go then?”

“Hmmm… Well, since we’re close, I guess we could start with the kitchen.”

“Sounds good to me!”

As they walked, Mc looked around her. Though the decorations were both a tad macabre and extremely grand, she found herself… comfortable. The candle light cast everything in an almost cheery glow, and the atmosphere, while a little daunting, made her feel like she was…

“... Home.”

Satan stopped dead in his tracks, and turned slowly towards her, “W-wait… Hwat did you say?”

“Oh, did I say that outloud? Sorry. That probably sounded really weird,” when Satan didn’t answer, Mc continued a bit awkwardly, “It’s just… This is the most comfortable I’ve been in a brand new place in a long time. I thought maybe my attraction to the Devildom was just because of how novel it all is to an angel. But… Being in this house, it just makes everything feel more like… Home,” Mc looked up to see Satan looking at her with a very tender but sad look, “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah. Let’s keep going.”

When they got to the kitchen, Belphegor and Beelzebub were there, former hiding his head in his arms and the latter consuming a concerning amount of food in a very short time. He stopped when Satan and Mc entered the room.

“Burfy! Wrok hus herr!”

“Hmmm? What? Who is it?”

“Ots Emm Fee!”

Belphegor lifted his head tiredly, but smiled when he saw Satan and Mc, “So, you took us up on the invitation?”

“Yup. Satan’s showing me around.”

“Do you guys want some food?” Beelzebub asked, mouth cleared for a second.

“Well, I-"

"Here. You can have this," Beel said, grabbing her hand and dropping what looked to be a kind of sweet bun in it. He gazed at it for a second then looked at her and grinned before walking back to his food pile. 

"You should eat it," Satan said quietly, " He doesn't share his food with just anybody."

"Oh. Okay," Mc said, looking at the sweet. She took a small bite and then her eyes grew wide before eating the whole thing.

"Thought you'd like it," the Avatar of Gluttony smiled.

"It was absolutely delicious! What was it?"

"An orange roll. It's a human word treat."

"I'm going to have to have Luke make it later."

"Did he come with you?" Beel's eyes were shining. 

"Ummm… Not this time."

"Oh."

"I'll make sure to let him know next time I'm coming."

"Please do," Beel said, smiling again. 

"Well, I'm going to continue our tour if that's alright."

"Yes, please do," Mc smiled, turning back to him.

"Have fun you two," Belphie said, dropping his head back onto his arm.

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Mc and Satan progressed through the house. The feeling of familiarity just kept growing as they went. There was a room off the kitchen that Mc felt very drawn to. Satan said it was just an unused bedroom, nothing of note, but it did nothing to curb her interest. In fact, it made her want to see what was inside even more.

When they got to the library, they had to stop because Mc was so excited. No matter how many library’s she saw, personal or otherwise, they never failed to excite her. The fact it was the personal library of the Fallen was not lost on her.

“Do you want to stop here for a bit?” Satan chuckled.

Mc turned to him with wide eyes, “Can we?”

“Of course. Spending time with books is always time well spent. Anything in particular you’d like to look for?”

“Ummm… Do you just want to give me a tour?”

“Of the library?... Hmm… I suppose I could do that. Lucifer does like it organized a certain way. And, of course, if there’s a book that catches your eye, all you have to do is say the word and we can stop to read.”

“Oh, that’s what you’re really after,” Mc teased.

“Well, can you blame me? Reading with someone in companionable silence is one of life’s greatest joys.”

“Well, I suppose it is nice to just sit and read with Sim, though he’s probably the only one I’ve read with.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Most other angels don’t just sit and read very often. Unless it’s scripture.”

“Sounds about right,” Satan said, rolling his eyes and starting to climb the stairs that lead to the second story of the library.

The “certain way” Lucifer liked the books to be organized was by genre, then alphabetically by author.If an author had multiple books, they were to be then sorted alphabetically by title, any series sorted by the first book’s title then in order. Many of the books were old though in impeccable condition. Mc was impressed by the breadth of selection available, and she could sense some spacial magic at work which housed more books than what was visible to the naked eye. While browsing, Mc found a book that looked interesting, and carried it until the tour was over. Satan happened to have a book in a hidden pocket in his jacket so they decided to sit and read awhile. Instead of the ground floor, Satan knew of a little nook on the second story which had a cushioned window seat and two plush reading chairs, so they went and sat there.

Though the story was interesting, she just couldn’t get into the book she’d grabbed. Her mind kept wandering back to her earlier conversation with Michael. She didn’t know how she could have brought up the subject in a way where he wouldn’t have gotten so upset with her. He’d reprimanded her before, but never had he been so dismissive and final about it.

“Are you alright?” Satan’s voice cut through her thoughts. She looked over to see him watching her.

She suddenly felt embarrassed, and averted her eyes, “It’s… Well, I got reprimanded by Michael.”

“Why?”

So Mc told him about her search for information, how Barbatos had told her to ask Michael and his rebuke. When she finished, Satan’s face was impossible to read. He was silent for long enough, she was concerned she had offended him somehow. Finally he spoke, “Lilith. Her name was Lilith. If you want some answers about what happened, I think Lucifer would be the best person to give them to you. I would suggest Beel, but he has enough trauma about what happened as it is. I don’t even know if he remembers, or if he’s blocked it…”

“Blocked what?”

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Satan knocked on a bookshelf on the ground floor. A deep voice sounded from behind it, “Enter.” At the word, the bookshelf sung open to reveal a secret room. Despite wondering what was going on, Mc was both delighted and intrigued.

“You guys actually have a secret room behind a bookcase?!”

Satan shrugged, “Yeah. The house has a lot more secrets too. It would’ve been my room had I not lost a bet with Lucifer. Now it’s his office,” and with that, he walked in.

The whole room was a lot cozier than Mc would’ve expected. Austere and imposing yes, but there was a level of warmth and comfort to the room Mc would never have expected.

“Satan, what is it?” Lucifer sat at his desk, quill scratching across some paperwork. He hadn’t looked up.

“Mc has a question for you.”

This got him to look up, “Ah Mc. How can I help you?”

“Oh, if I’m interrupting something I can come back later.”

“I could use a break anyway. Please continue,” Lucifer sat there expectantly.

“Okay. Umm…” the memory of Michael flashed through Mc’s mind, and she winced a bit, but continued on with her story. Lucifer’s eyes darkened the further into the story she got. When she got to Michael’s chastisement, Lucifer got up from his chair abruptly, and went over to his window, back to Satan and Mc. Mc faltered in her story, watching as his clothes changed, horns pushing up and out from his head.

“I told her you’d be the one to ask,” Satan intervened, coming to stand behind Mc.

“Why? You know everything. You were there,” Lucifer asked, back still turned.

“You know the whole story,” Satan shrugged, eyes on the black clad figure.

Lucifer was silent and unmoving for quite awhile. Mc’s tension was on high alert for quite awhile, not seeing the horns retreating, until he finally spoke, “Before I begin, I feel I must warn you. You are going to hear things you probably won’t like or agree with. You are not to interrupt me. There will be a chance for me to answer your questions at the end, but only at the end. I will not explain my actions. The only person I answer to is Lord Diavolo. Whether you believe them correct or not, I am not embellishing the truth nor am I trying to hide from it. Knowing all of that, do you want me to continue?”

“... Yes. I would like to know the truth,” Mc answered confidently, though the fact he was still angry put her on edge. She knew he wasn’t angry at her at least.

The eldest, having calmed down enough to revert out of his demon form, came over and sat behind his desk. Satan came and sat next to her, earning a look from Lucifer, “You’re going to stay?”

“She is my guest.”

Lucifer raised his eyebrows, but said nothing, turning his attention back to Mc, “Have you heard about the Great Celestial War?” Mc nodded, and he continued, “No doubt you’ve heard their version of what happened. Probably talks about me and my brothers rampaging around the Celestial Realm until they finally cast us out?” Lucifer looked to her for confirmation.

“More or less,” Mc conceded.

“I am sure they make me out to be a villain in every way?”

“They say before you became angry, you were the model angel.”

“That is… interesting to know. Thank you for that. Now, where to begin?... Do you know anything about our sister?” Mc shook her head no, and Lucifer sighed angrily, “To think they just… Lilith came into my little makeshift family with Beel and Belphie. They were almost triplets in a sense of the word. Beel was the sun, Belphie the moon and Lilith the stars, though I would argue she shined the most brightly out of them. She was... angelic. They should really point to her as the model angel. She was everything an angel should and could be. Though they were all very close, once Beel made himself my bodyguard, Belphie and Lilith spent a lot of time together. Belphie had a habit of going off the the human realm whenever he could, which was not seen as a good thing, though he knew how to keep himself unattached to the humans he happened to meet, so no one could really do much more than grumble. That is, until Lilith started going down him.

Her heart was so pure and full of love, she ended up falling in love with one of the humans she met. Belphie tried to talk her out of it, but it was no use. When the rumors started, I asked both of them what was going on. From what they both said, it was love at first sight. Though I was furious, I went down myself to meet the man in question, and found myself unable to criticize her. He was everything I could have wanted for my sister. 

Unfortunately, he was mortal and he came down with a serious illness. Lilith was devastated. We all tried to tell her this was a good thing. He was a good enough person he would probably join us in the Celestial Realm. I even spoke with my father and got permission for her to lead him to the Celestial Realm when he passed. She wouldn’t listen however. He had told her all about his dreams for the future and she couldn’t let his life end. SO she concocted a plan. I wish she would’ve told me about it earlier, but I only found out about it after the deed had been done. She took a Tarel fruit and fed it to him,” Mc gasped despite herself. That fruit was precious. Michael himself wasn’t allowed any unless Father approved of it. Lucifer didn’t even acknowledge the outburst, “He recovered, obviously, but the damage was irreversible. As punishment for her sins, my father decided she would be put on trial, though we all knew the outcome, “ as did Mc. Either death or complete exile. They were essentially one-and-the-same.

“I had… many issues with the Celestial Realm and how it was run. How it probably still is. I was able to put those all aside however for the sake of my family and my position. This however,” and Mc could see the rage that still filled his eyes, “I could never forgive. Not if it meant the death of our dear baby sister. All my brothers felt the same way, especially Beel and Belphie. We all decided we were going to do something about it. Despite what anyone might say, I did try to go the “correct way” in the beginning. Supplications to my father. Speaking to others that might listen. I think we even tried a petition at one point. Very few would listen. I think there was a level of envy from most of the other angels. They saw in Lilith all their shortcomings, and so they had latched onto the one “bad” thing anyone could ever remember her doing.

“Tensions came to a head one day when I told my father and Michael I would do everything in my power to keep Lilith safe. Michael then looked me dead in the eyes and told me my sister was going to be punished, even if he had to do it himself. I left that meeting trembling with rage, and that’s when I knew I would wage war against anyone who tried to hurt my family, even if that meant fighting my father myself. I flew into the sky that day and sent my declaration of war over the entire Celestial Realm.

“Some came to our aid, but most sat on the opposing side. The war was long and bloody. Many that had flocked to our aid perished, low ranked angels who didn’t stand a chance against the likes of Michael and his bow. On what would come to be known as the last day of the war, we had so few left, my precious family had to be put near the front of the battle. Everything was going fine, and we were actually winning when I saw Michael emerge from the enemy forces. He had spotted Lilith, standing with Beel and Belphie, and I could see his intentions before anyone else. I tried my hardest to reach the three youngest, but a large crowd of angels came to attack me. Whether it was his plan all along to keep me tied up with so many, I don’t know. All I do know is that by the time I had fought off all my attackers it was too late. He had strung three arrows pointing them at my family. They all knew it was coming too, and I watched the panic set in to all three of them, with Beel in the middle. He chose to save Belphie. Lilith went down with an arrow to the wing, which was then followed by three more arrows shot by others, one to her other wing, one to the stomach, and then one to the chest. She looked over to me as she started falling and I…” Lucifer’s voice broke and he had to take a second to compose himself, “Well, let’s just say I will never forget it. After the shock had worn off, I flew after her as she fell. I tried to shoot down as fast as I could hoping to grab her, but it was no use. She crashed into the Devildom, wings singed body broken.

“I didn’t tell anyone about that day for a long time. Eventually I did tell Barbatos and Lord Diavolo who Lilith’s murderer was, which is why Barbatos knew who to send you to for answers. The fact Michael wouldn’t come clean about the whole thing, and that they’ve essentially erased her from history… It makes my blood boil. To see Diavolo acting so chummy with my sister’s murderer…” Mc could see, through the film of tears blocking her vision, Lucifer’s horns starting to emerge again.

Without thinking, she crossed over to him and hugged him, openly weeping. The thought was appalling. Whenever people spoke about the Great Celestial War, they always spoke of Michael’s brilliant  tactical genius. They spoke of how he’d helped crush the rebellion, though they had never gone into detail. She now knew why. Lucifer was taken aback for a second by the behavior, but eventually hugged her back.

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So, yeah. That happened.

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Part Seventeen

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4, 12, 32, and 34

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

Oh, there are so many! Off the top of my head, I would say @synesindri (chiaroscure on Ao3). I don’t think I would have started playing around with the idea of Jessifer without reading their works. They’re all so wonderful and I never would have thought about it until they opened my eyes to the possibilities. Another writer I’ve been reading a lot lately is @fantasticstoryteller (TheStrange_One on Ao3). Their fics have been really inspiring to reread, especially since I’m trying to get my muse to work on world-building for a Spideypool fic.

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

Right now I’m super excited about Strawberry Gashes. It’s inspired by a song with the same title by the Jack of Jill, and it centers around Sam and his time in the Cage. I’ve never tried to write anything like this and I’m not sure really how to describe it despite having it open right now. It's kinda a bit of a mindfuck? It’s dark and if you’re a Sam fan painful. It's been a bit since felt close to finishing writing something so I’m pumped that I feel like it's almost there and that the picture in my head is coming across.

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.

With a Lead Pipe in the Library- Sam loses his patience and fucks Gabriel against a tree.

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

I picked a scene from Seasonal Healing, Chapter 7. I just really love it because this series is a little bit heavier, on the emotional side, and this scene is just fun. To me it’s just so simple amongst all the trama and relationship strains they’re dealing with in this series.

Sam huffed. "Gabriel," Sam rolled his eyes, turning his screen towards the archangel. "1838 is not new."

The archangel's arms swung gently back and forth at his sides. "It's new, Sammy," Gabriel said with a dismissive roll of his eyes, not bothering to look at Sam's phone.

Sam looked back down at the article. "It's not even a town! It's a village," Sam added, looking back at the shrugging archangel.

Gabriel turned to him, squinting at Sam in the morning light and his moose decorated and fur-lined ushanka. "Fine, it's a new village," Gabriel snarked, waving his left hand in the air between them.

"No." Sam shook his head, looking around the wooded path. "No, I don't care if you are as old as time, the 1830s is not new."

Gabriel scoffed, his head snapping to look at Sam. "I am not as old as time!" He huffed, his left hand gently swatting at Sam's bicep.

Sam laughed, raising his hands and bending away from Gabriel's playful wacks. "Fine," Sam relented, pushing his phone and hands into his coat pockets. "Even if you're slightly younger than time-"

"Jeez, make a celestial feel all his eons," Gabriel interjected with a dramatic roll of his wrist and eyes.

"The 1830s is not new, Gabe."

"The 1830s is new," Gabriel repeated, pointing a finger at him. "Time is relative, Sam-I-am."

Sam shook his head, huffing out a dry amused laugh. "Yeah. Uh-huh. Whatever you say, old man," Sam said around his teasing laughter, turning to Gabriel with a crooked grin as they walked. "Take me to this crazy new-fangled town of theirs."

"Wiseguy," Gabriel said, narrowing his eyes with a grin and checking his shoulder against Sam's side.

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Mixed Worlds

9000 followers celebration - sequels

Summary: What happens when you wake up in the right world?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x ???Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jared Padalecki, Jack Kline

Warnings: angst, mixed-up worlds, bad use of Latin, reader has powers, mentions of possession, comforting, fluff, love-confessions

A/N: Sequel to Changed Worlds

Two months later…

“I remember that scar…” Gently sliding your fingers over Dean’s right biceps you can feel his body go stiff. “Is he still out there?”

“We didn’t find Michael so far. After he left, we…” Clearing his throat Dean sits onto his bed. “We were busy getting over the fact he killed the people from the apocalypse world. Sammy couldn’t stay here for a while and…”

“Did you get possessed by him again? How far did you get in your story?” Worriedly looking at Dean you slide your fingers over the scar. “Dean?”

“Again? What do you mean with again?” Gasps leave Dean’s lips and you can feel his body tremble. “I can’t…I won’t say yes again.”

“That’s not necessary, Dean. According to the script, Michael left the door a crack open.” 

Pressing your fingers to Dean’s temple you sigh. “You were fighting him, squirming in his grasp so he let you go to get you back when it’s time to strike.”

“No…no! NOOO!” Dean screams and you need to wrap your arms around his waist to calm him. “Never again, Y/N. I can’t let him in again.”

“I know amor (love). Your lips press against Deans and he feels warmth float his body. He’s slumping into your arms; let you just hold him for a while. “I remember more now, Dean.”

“There you are! Cas, he called and was kinda…I don’t know if I would call it excited or close to losing his mind. 

Anyways, he’s on his way with Jack and he said he knows more about Y/N and the reason why she doesn’t have a twin in our world.” Sam stammers watching you run your fingers through Dean’s hair.

“We will be there in a minute, Sam. Thank you.” Smiling you press your lips to Dean’s temple, and he forgets about the pain Michael caused.

“I’ll be at the library waiting for Cas and Jack. Take your time.” When Sam is gone you hum a melody Dean never heard before. All the pain and anger fall off his shoulders and you smile when he whispers your name.

“I remember more things now, Dean. I think it’s time to find out why I ended up here, in your arms.”

“I talked to a few angels, at least to the ones not wanting to kill me.” Castiel glances at you stand behind the chair Dean sits on. He can feel your strength and you nod silently. “Y/N, she’s not from that other world…”

“I am from this world…right, Castiel?” Jack eyes you warily, not out of fear but out of curiosity. “Not human nor monster. I am like Jack.”

“Michael’s child, the one from this world, not the apocalypse world. According to one of the eldest someone opened a portal to hide you in the world were Dean is Jensen Ackles.” Castiel explains and Dean grasps for your hand.

“What does this mean? She’s back and that’s good – right? Right?” Looking at his angelic friend Dean feels his throat tightening. He doesn’t like the look Castiel gives him.

“A part of me is still in the other world, I can feel it. The part with my powers is hidden in my twin…” Whispering the words you look at Castiel. “We need to get back to that world to get my grace.”

“I am afraid Y/N is right. Without her grace, she will…” Dean jumps up, shaking his head furiously. “Don’t you dare to say she’ll burn out!”

“I am Nephilim like Jack but, different. I can survive a short amount of time without my grace but the other me, she will die without my help.

She was hiding me, carried my life in her body, and…” Sniffling you look at Dean, begging him to understand you have to go. 

“I need to fix the things I destroyed. I remembered now what happened. She, the other Y/N stumbled and fell after the fight but my powers without her body kinda “woke” the sigils at the window. One moment we were on the set of the show and the next, I fell out of a window, a real one.”

“Awesome, Cas. How do we get there without anyone noticing? Is there a portal opening for us to mess another world up? Maybe we can bring some more people to the bunker to get them killed too.” Dean throws his hands up, cursing under his breath.

“I will not stay in the other world, Dean. I belong with you, amor (love). I am devoted to you and we are meant to be. With me by your side, Michael will not dare to possess you again.”

Smirking you step closer to press your lips to Dean’s. “…or he will find all the memories of you making love to his…daughter…”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean’s eyes round at the new information. “He…he fucked a girl? I mean the other Michael but, damn! He punished any angel for not following orders and was the big bad perv among saints.”

“Let’s find a way to open the portal.” Nodding you point toward the nearby wall. “We can use the sigils; I remember them now. Jack, I am afraid I’ll need your help this time. On our way back I can open the door for us.”

“I got a freaking half-archangel as my girlfriend.” Dean grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “Will you show me your wings, sweetheart?”

“That’s not the time for dirty jokes, baby. Let us get back to the other world first. We can talk about my wings later…”

“Nothing happens?” Glancing at the sigils written on the wall Dean sighs. “What now team?”

“Wait…let me recall what happened…” Walking toward the wall you tap your forehead.

“I ran, stumbled and hit my knee at a table. Jensen was calling my name, but I kept on running.

I ran toward the window, looking at the sigils. Blood was soaking my pants and I pressed my hand to it. When I heard Jensen get closer, I ran, stumbled again, and touched the sigil.”

“That’s it, Y/N.” Castiel nods when you get a knife out. Cutting your palm, you look at Castiel who does the same, just like Jack.

Blinding light illuminates the bunker before a portal opens for you and the angels. “We made it!” Jack excitedly looks at the portal. “What now?”

“I will go through the portal, find the other me, and get my grace. I just hope I am not too late. Our bodies and souls were one for so long.

I don’t know if she can survive without me for much longer.” Dean grasps for your hand before he walks toward the portal, a grim look on his face.

“You coming?” Looking at Sam his brother smirks. “Time to see Padaleski with your own eyes, Sammy. Maybe he’ll give you tips for the perfect hairstyle.”

“Not funny, Dean. Maybe Ackles will show you how to drive without killing your passengers.” Sam sasses back.

“Guys, can we just go and find the other me? I don’t want her to die as you had to bicker about hair and cars!”

“What did the doctor say?” Jared places one hand onto Jensen’s shoulder. “Jensen?”

“Said there is not much hope left. Y/N gets weaker and it seems like she fades away. I can’t do anything, Jared. I will never be able to tell her how sorry I am.” Jensen sniffles. “They want me to let her go but how could I do so?”

“How about we go for a walk. Just a few minutes. Let’s see if we find a drinkable coffee. I promise everything is going to be alright, Jensen.”

Blinking a few times Jensen wonders why his friend wears flannel outside of the set but he’s too busy to worry about you to recognize it’s not Jared leading him away from your ‘twins’ hospital room…

“Okay. Castiel tries to distract that Padaleski guy while Sammy takes care of that Ackles guy. Let’s get your grace, save the other you’s life and get the fuck out of here before anyone…” A girl squeals excitedly before she runs toward Dean, Jack, and you.

“Oh my god! You are Dean Winchester…” Dean clenches his jaw, already grasping for his gun. “I love your character, Jensen! How is it to play Dean? Is he always grumpy? Did he ever love a girl? Will we have more sex scenes soon?” 

The girl won’t stop throwing questions at Dean, so Jack does the only thing coming to his mind – he presses two fingers to her forehand to knock her out.

“Jack!” Smirking you look at the Nephilim. “Good job! I am afraid Dean would’ve shot the poor girl sooner or later.” 

“I would not, sweetheart.” Dean talks back.

“Let’s go, Dean before anyone else wants a piece of you…”

Silently entering the hospital room, you swallow thickly. “She doesn’t look good. I think we came just in time. Dean, guard the door, let no one in.”

Placing your hand onto her chest you close your eyes. “I can feel my grace, Jack. The moment I get it out, you need to heal the girl, okay. She cannot die! We were like twins. Our souls and bodies were one not long ago.”

“I still don’t know how your bodies and souls could coexist.” Dean peeks out of the room, making sure Jensen doesn’t get close to the room.

“Spell, Dean. Castiel said three of the elder angels and a powerful witch let Y/N’s and the other Y/N’s body and soul unite. I can’t remember the spell, sorry.” Jack explains. 

“Okay…there it is, Jack. I’ll count to three and then you need to heal her.” Nodding the Nephilim smiles at you when you press your fingertips to your ‘twins’ heart.

“One…” You can feel your grace break through the skin. “Two…” Warmth fills your body and you look at Jack, nodding. “Three…now…”

Your grace floats your body and your eyes flash blue when Jack lets his grace float the other you’s body. Her blood pressure rises and you smile when her eyes start to flutter. “We gotta go…the other me, Ackles is on his way with Sammy.”

“Go, get out of the room before he can see you or Jack. I’ll make sure my twin will survive and we meet outside the hospital. Give me twenty minutes.” Not liking your plan Dean hesitates. “Dean, go. I’ll be there, promised.”

“I love you, sweetheart.” Dean’s words let your heart flutter and you nod, returning his smile. “I love you too, Dean. Now go!”

“I…Y/N?” Gasping Jensen enters your room only to find you stand next to your twin’s hospital bed. “How? I don’t…”

Stepping closer to Jensen you look at your twin who is still unconscious. “She’ll wake in a few minutes but before you will get the chance to talk to her, I want you to hear me out.”

Jensen nods, not knowing why there suddenly are two of you. “O…kay…”

“That girl, she loves you with all her heart. I know that as I am her and she is me. I can still feel my heart flutter close to you but now, it belongs to Dean. 

I want you to love this girl, make her happy, and put a fucking ring on her finger.” Tapping Jensen’s forehead, you smirk. “Don’t you dare to hurt her, or I’ll come back and rip you apart…”

You are gone moments later, and Jensen only remembers he wants to make you, or rather your other self, happy if she ever wakes up. 

“Oh…Y/N…” He sighs, stepping closer to the bed Jensen gasps as your twin blinks her eyes open. “Oh-god, baby girl.” Jensen sniffles. “I love you, only you. I am so fucking sorry for lying.”

“Jensen? What happened?”

“I fucked up but…wait…I will make it up to you for the rest of my life…” Sam silently closes the door, a soft smile on his lips when he follows you out of the hospital.

“That was…good…”

“I owe her one for hiding me for so long, Sam. She’s stronger than she looks and…” Smiling you wink at Dean. “I left a tiny piece of my grace inside her to keep an eye on my girl…”

“Sweetheart! How is the girl or the other you? Can we go home? Will you stay?”

Before Dean can ask more questions, you wrap your arms around his neck, press your lips to his and let your wings wrap around your bodies.

“We have a lot of work to do, Dean. Let’s start with killing Michael…”

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Afterward - Part 12

A Good Omens Choose Your Own Adventure Fic

Here’s how it works:

I’ll write a scene.

At the end of each scene, you’ll be presented with 2-3 options for what the characters will choose to do next.

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Read: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11

(Note: I am SO EXCITED to resume this choose your own adventure fic with all of you. Whether you’ve stuck around or are new, I’m happy that you’re along for the ride :) )

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Afterward - - - Part 12

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Michael halts, her frigid glare raking up and down Crowley’s mimicked form.

“Who,” Michael asks, voice sharp and cruel as broken glass, “are you?”

In Heaven, time doesn’t, in the strictest sense, exist. So it is not entirely hyperbole to say the ensuing silence seemed to last an eternity.

Crowley breaks it - with a prim, delicate clearing of the throat.

“Who,” he asks, mimicking Michael’s high, tight voice, “are you?”

Heads swivel from Crowley-who-looks-like-Michael, to the real Michael, and then back to Crowley again.

Michael is gaping, perfectly plucked brows digging down in furious indignation. “Are you two seriously going to stand there while this - this interloper mocks me?”

Crowley’s mouth is open, lips automatically moving to copy Michael’s scowl. His brain hasn’t had a chance to offer it’s two cents, but accustomed to crisis situations of this sort, his mouth is forging on ahead.

“Are you two seriously going to stand there while this interloper mocks me?” Crowley asks, savagely jabbing a manicured nail at the real Michael.

“Stop that right now,” Michael commands, nostrils flaring.

“Stop that right now!”

“I swear, if you don’t-”

“I swear, if you don’t-”

“How dare you-”

“How dare you???”

“Enough!” Uriel shouts, palms held aloft. From their eyes, traces of pure white light fades. Standing tall, the angel looks imperiously between the two Michaels, and then to Gabriel. “Gabriel. What is going on?”

All eyes shift to the archangel.

Gabriel’s mouth opens and closes. Stiff, and looking distinctly uncomfortable, he looks from Crowley, to Michael, and then to Uriel.

Crowley’s heart is beating so furiously it’s nearly a hum in his chest - and he’s honestly too stressed to properly recall if hearts are even supposed to do that. Slowly, he shifts his weight, preparing to run - or fight.

Coughing, Gabriel awkwardly clears his throat. Beneath the white, sterile hallway lights, his forehead glistens.

“So,” Gabriel begins, violet gaze flickering rapidly between Uriel and the two Michaels. “Here’s the thing-”

Before he can finish, the hallway goes black.

It only lasts a moment, but when the lights return, flickering and flashing, they bathe the hall in an eerie half light.

The floor beneath them lurches.

They all feel It at once.

For Crowley, it feels a bit like falling - that is, if falling also involved placing one’s head in a vice while simultaneously chugging nitric acid. Doubling over, he braces his hands on his knees. Tongue curling against the roof of his mouth, he sucks in air through his teeth. It tastes like ruin.

The angels are doubled over as well. Michael is hunched, knee braced against the floor. Uriel, golden eyes flickering, slumps against a wall. And like Crowley, Gabriel has braced his hands on his knees. Eyes wide, he heaves shallow, shivering breaths.

A surge of something rolls through the hall before any of them have had a chance to recover. And for a moment, it’s the falling, head squeezing, throat burning feeling all over again.

Four heads turn as one, whipping to face the end of the hall.

“Something’s here,” Michael whispers, her nails gouging white marble.

“Something that shouldn’t be,” Uriel says, shaking.

The screaming starts without warning.

It’s pure, piercing - angelic; sounds of terror, but also the razor sharp notes of angelic war cries.

Michael is on her feet in moments, and Uriel stumbles up after her. They take the hallway at a run, wings snapping into existence.

Gabriel, eyes ablaze and wings unfurling, rises -

Michael’s form is fading, melting off Crowley’s skin. Reaching out with his own hand, Crowley snatches Gabriel’s sleeve.

The archangel whips around.

“If you want to keep that hand, demon, you’ll release me. Now.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Heaven is under attack - from something strange, terrible, and utterly unknown. Michael and Uriel rush to aid the angels fighting this mystery enemy. Gabriel, despite Beelzebub’s desperate state (and the time running out to get the dying demon Hellfire), seems intent on following after Michael and Uriel. Crowley will…

Let Gabriel go. Crowley can find the Hellfire without him. Surely.

Try to reason with Gabriel. Crowley will remind Gabriel that Beelzebub is DYING (and surely the turmoil in Heaven and Hell must be connected in some way?). They need to know what Beelzebub knows now more than ever.

Let Gabriel go - and give up on finding the Hellfire (sorry Beelzebub). Something bad has broken into Heaven, and Crowley needs to get back to Aziraphale to make sure he’s safe.

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Part 13

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[bewaretheidesofmarchyall]

Dream SMP Good Omens AU

I wrote a Good Omens AU! It’s on AO3 here, but I’m also posting it here

Sixteen years before the apocalypse, three babies were dropped off on the doorstep of an orphanage. Two of them were human as human can be, while the third was prophesied to bring about the great war between heaven and hell, start the apocalypse, and just have a generally fun time. 

How exactly did the antichrist get left on a doorstep on a rainy night?

A few hours before

Our journey starts in a graveyard, where Baby No. 1 was found. 

Now, when I say "Baby No. 1", know that I mean the great destroyer, future doom of the world, bringer of death, currently wrapped in a fluffy blue blanket in a wicker basket, etc. 

He glanced around at the tombstones almost judgmentally, as though to say I don't think this is where one-day-old children go, but hey, I don't know enough about existence to dispute this. 

The wicker basket remained tucked away in the graveyard for a while, a few drops of rain gently falling down. Apparently, the poor weather was what Baby No. 1's escort was looking for, as he appeared as the mist began to gather. 

Wilbur Soot always had a penchant for dramatic atmosphere.

Quite a few lords of hell would call Wilbur the worst demon ever to walk the pit. This was absolutely untrue. Wilbur was a fairly mediocre demon that happened to be walking the pit, but certainly not the worst, putting that stupid fiddle contest bet aside. 

The gossip-mongers would only say things like that (and other, harsher things) because Wilbur had been one of the best fallen angels to ever swear vengeance on a broken sword. 

But it's frankly hard to keep up an emo phase for 6,000 years.

He strolled over to the basket, checked to make sure that there was still a baby in it, and waited impatiently for the thing's ride to arrive. Technically, he was supposed to be the one driving the antichrist to St. Beryl's Orphanage, but he had tickets to see Heathers that night and decided to use that most clever trick: Getting someone else to do his work instead. 

Still, he didn't have much trust in the guy he'd asked, and wanted to make sure that the child actually got from the graveyard to the car.

It was already five minutes past the scheduled time, and the weather was terrible, and he was fine with starting the end of days, but why did he have to work overtime? At least Schlatt wasn't here to laugh at him being on babysitting duty. 

Almost on cue, a raspy laugh came from the shadows of the church in the center of the graveyard. Ugh. Speak of the angel. 

Almost everyone would call JSchlatt the worst angel to ever wear a suit. 

And they would be absolutely right. 

He had no care for heaven, or the great war, or any sort of noble deed. The only predictable thing about him was his biting snark and the ever-present stink of cheap alcohol. 

When he entered a room, everyone there knew that they would soon regret not keeping him out by any means necessary, and he knew that they knew, and he enjoyed that. 

The greatest miracle ever performed in all of earthly and non-earthly history was that he hadn't been thrown out of heaven by his horns yet.

"Are you on babysitting duty, Wilbur?". Wilbur crossed his arms, trying and failing to hide the annoyance on his face. He could have had a cool arch-nemesis, but no. He was stuck with this dick.

"Laugh all you like, Schlatt-"

"Oh, trust me, I am."

"But once the child reaches 16, he's going to bring about the finale of this pathetic excuse for an earth".

Okay, so maybe he wasn't entirely rid of that emo phase. Schlatt looked at him, smug.

"Whatever you say, Soot. Hey, did the lower-downs tell you who's watching over your little finale?"

"I am. I'm watching over the antichrist, being a "corrupting influence" (whatever that means), that sort of thing."

"Well, my higher-ups had a similar idea. They seem to think that if the kid is nudged in the right direction, he'll start the apocalypse and fight on heaven's side. Bla bla bla, defeating Satan and/or Slimecicle, honestly I zoned out during the briefing. Long story short, they thought the kid needed a positive role model, and my name got picked.". 

The idea of "positive role model" and "Schlatt" being considered at all similar rattled Wilbur enough that it took a few seconds for the implications to sink in.

"Oh, no."

"Oh, yes. We're going to be neighbors!"

"No, no, no, no-"

"Isn't this exciting?". Wilbur barely restrained a scream, and only shuddered in horror. Before he could lose what was left of his sanity and discorporate anyone, a car horn beeped. It's about time.

He half walked, half sprinted over to the black car. The window cranked open, revealing a nervous foxlike face.

The general consensus was that Fundy was too mediocre of a demon to be worth any notice. 

He'd never been seen doing anything appropriately horrible or failed spectacularly, so according to most of hell he didn't exist. 

In truth, Fundy was about to prove tonight that he was much worse of a demon than they thought.

"Sorry I'm late, I forgot I cursed a major highway, and then I had to drive on that highway to get here, and-"

"Just take the kid.". The basket was passed to Fundy, who looked at it with fear and wonder.

Baby No. 1 didn't look like an antichrist (I mean, he was the only antichrist at this point and could only look like himself, but he didn't look like how one would expect an antichrist to look). He just looked like any one-day-old baby. Fundy tried to disguise how grateful he was about that. Maybe, just maybe, the plan could work. 

He looked back up to Wilbur.

"So, what was the important demonic business?"

"Hmm?"

"I mean, you said you had "important demonic business", and that's why you couldn't drive the kid yourself."

"Ah, yes. That important demonic business. Well, Fundy, that's for me to know and you to not know.". Wilbur shifted, hiding the Heathers tickets in his coat sleeve.

"Enjoy your drive!". With that, he teleported away from the graveyard. Schlatt shrugged, and continued eating protein powder out of the jar.

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Fundy drove like a maniac down the highway, swerving off the road to avoid the cursed-induced traffic. 

He'd pulled off hundreds of scams before, but they were all on the humans. He'd never scammed the forces of heaven and hell simultaneously before. He was pretty sure that was called "treason". Which was punishable by death if he got caught. This is the worst idea of my entire fucking existence. 

As he sped down the road regretting his life choices, rain pouring down on the windshield, his co-conspirator teleported into the passenger seat.

"Hey, you ready to do something illegal?"

The executives in heaven had no idea what to make of Quackity. 

They could hardly call him the worst angel when there was Schlatt running about drunk off his ass, and he was even good at his job most of the time. Even now, the executives couldn't quite pin down a time he'd directly broken a rule.

However, he had a habit of taking the rulebook, shaking it out, finding whatever loopholes existed, and using them to do whatever he pleased.

There wasn't a rule saying he couldn't wear yeezys and sunglasses to important board meetings. 

There wasn't a rule saying that he couldn't try to seduce the archangels, that was implied at best. 

And there wasn't a rule saying that he couldn't get attached to the human world. The higher-ups had never considered that anyone would, so it hadn't been written down in the paperwork. 

Their mistake.

Here was the truth: Quackity didn't want the apocalypse to happen. If you spend 6,000 years in any place, how can you not care about it? Sure, humans are there and gone in the blink of an eye, but the things they make to show they were here can stay for centuries.

He knew too much history about the place to just stand back and let it get set on fire. 

So, he'd searched through all of heaven for a collaborator. There was no one willing to help him there, their reactions ranging from "I'd love to help, but I don't want to get hellfire poured on my face" to "If you're insinuating what I think you are, I'll turn you in to get hellfire poured on your face".

So, he took the escalator down to the basement. It took him a while to find someone, even there, but eventually he met a familiar fox-faced demon, and a plan was hatched.

Why did Fundy join in on a dangerous scheme like this one?

Attention, mostly. Humans were the only ones to really acknowledge his existence, even if it was almost all negative attention. Which was fair. He did steal their things a lot.

"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

"Great.". Quackity looked into the basket containing Baby No.1, breathed a sigh of relief that he looked like a normal human, and revealed a cardboard box. Inside the cardboard box was Baby No. 2, wrapped in a green blanket.

When I say "Baby No. 2", know that I mean a quiet mortal child with wisps of light blond hair, born to a regular human that didn't want him.

"I found him on the side of the road.". The two of them sat in silence for a while at that, before Fundy brought up the plan again.

"So, we drop them both at St. Beryl's."

"Yeah."

"And then they think that this kid is the antichrist, and the antichrist is the kid."

"Yeah."

"And our bosses try to raise the kid and sway them to the dark side or whatever, while we raise the antichrist and keep them from destroying the world."

"Yeah."

"Um. Quick question."

"Yeah?"

"If we're putting them both on the doorstep at the same time, how do we know they won't think the antichrist is the antichrist and the kid is the kid?"

"....I didn't think about that.”. They pondered the problem together. Eventually, Fundy conjured a sharpie and wrote "antichrist, this side up" on the side of the cardboard box in bold letters.

"That should work. Also, you need to stop teleporting into my car while it's moving. You could fuse with the seats, and that would suck to clean up."

And so, Baby No. 1 and Baby No. 2 were dropped off on the doorstep of St. Beryl's Orphanage. It was harder than expected to say goodbye to Baby No. 2, but they managed. 

The duo was somewhat confused by the third baby on the doorstep, who hadn't been put there by any of them, and actually just so happened to be dropped off at the wrong orphanage at the wrong time.

Baby No. 3 was in a red blanket, and when I say "Baby No. 3", know that I mean a human child that was currently doing what he would be doing for much of his life: Screaming at the top of his lungs. 

It is assumed that he was born to humans since he was one, but the kid could have been dropped off by a galaxy for all we know.

All that we need to know is that fate had not favored Baby No. 3, and that would continue for a while.

And so, three babies were dropped off on the doorstep of an orphanage, sixteen years before the apocalypse.

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Quite a few people (and things that at least looked like people) were excited about this. It was supposed to be a secret that the antichrist was at St. Beryl's Orphanage, so obviously everyone from purgatory to Portland had heard the news.

The lobby was jam-packed with a few demons with extremely good disguises, far more demons with very bad disguises, a mafia-style group of angels, another mafia-style group of angels but they were pretending to be a book club for some convoluted reason, a few very lost ghosts who didn't even want to be there in the first place, the man who was going to burn the orphanage to the ground in a couple of hours, the dread Charlie Slimecicle, hassled orphanage staff, and, notably, the owners of two motorcycles in the parking lot. 

The two motorcycles were a sickly hospital white and an empty-seeming black respectively, and their riders were lowkey famous (not that they liked to brag about it or anything). 

Any and all apocalypse enthusiasts knew their names (or at least their titles), and once they met up with two more friends Doomsday would truly be underway.

But that party wouldn't be started for another sixteen years. 

For now, only two out of the set of four were gathered, and tonight was less about the apocalypse than the drama and firsthand gossip to get. They sat in the corner, watching the chaos unfold with reflective eyes.

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Now, someone would eventually have to adopt these babies. The antichrist would have to grow up among the mortals, and St. Beryl's Orphanage was always more of an apocalypse creating scheme than an orphanage to begin with, so they would have to find some unwitting soul to take Baby No. 2 and Baby No. 3 soon. 

Thankfully for everyone involved, three humans that showed up that day ready to adopt, with varying degrees of dread.

The first was a man seemingly in his late thirties, wearing a green coat that could almost be considered a cloak.

The second was a young adult with sunglasses and an almost royal quality about them.

And the third was a sweet-looking young woman in a soft striped sweater, who clutched an ancient book tightly under her arm.

They were quickly hustled through the lobby by the head of the orphanage, who tried her best to keep anyone in the group from seeing anything odd happening around them (Which is a bit of a challenge when certain demons think that a fake mustache from a corner store is enough to look completely non-supernatural). 

She rushed around from the tiny waiting room with the potential parents to the room with the babies to the stampede outside, internally wishing that she'd done what she'd planned in college and been a therapist instead of running an orphanage/doomsday cult.

All of the humans in the waiting room were understandably confused, but their questions were unheeded. 

The three of them sat in silence for several minutes. When it became clear that no one would be coming to check on them, small talk was attempted. 

Names were learned (The first parent went by the name Philza, while the second was named Eret, and the third Niki), the weather thoroughly discussed, and finally, the conversation turned to the inevitable:

"So, why are you here?". The question was asked by Eret, who seemed genuinely curious. Phil looked down from the clock he'd been watching, annoyed.

"To adopt a child. Why else?"

"I figured that, but what led you here? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I'm just trying to break the silence.". Phil continued staring at the wall, preparing his words.

Half an hour before

"You want me to what?"

Phil had been driving home when he got the call. If he really had a say in the matter, he would have sent that to voicemail in two seconds flat, but his caller wasn't the kind of person you could hang up on ("person" wasn't even accurate to him). The rain was falling down on the windshield, the traffic was abysmal, and apparently he was supposed to adopt a child. 

"Listen, with all due respect, I owe you nothing anymore. I don't have to do missions for you, I don't have to kill for you, and I especially don't have to take care of a baby for sixteen years for you.". He nodded along as the other side of the call said his bit, before responding.

"Sixteen years is quick? Maybe to the likes of you it's quick, for me it's actually a sizeable chunk of time! I don't care that I have to 'just keep him alive-'". He was cut off, and he waited impatiently for his chance to speak again, which he got.

"You and I have gone our separate ways. Me and Technoblade are both in retirement, and there's no way in hell I'm adopting a child. That's my final word.". 

The voice on the other side of the call spoke how he usually did: Methodical, calm, devoid of mercy. Mentioning Techno had been a mistake, and the conversation eased into detailed and pointed threats. Finally, he gave up.

"If I do this, you'll finally leave me and Techno alone?". An affirmative answer. Phil sighed, already weary of the experience.

"Fine. Screw you, but fine. I'll take your stupid project."

Current

Phil folded his arms, a scowl on his face.

"I'm just very paternal."

For some reason, Eret doubted that, but they nodded anyway.

"I decided I wanted to adopt a few months ago. I mean, I have the money for it, and there are so many kids without parents. I think I just wanted to do something about it, and try to give some kid a good childhood.". They laughed quietly under their breath.

"Sometimes I feel like something else put the idea in my head.". Phil and Eret looked towards Niki, expecting her to speak. She held her book close to her, fingers drumming on the cover.

"I've known for a while that I was going to adopt a baby today. St. Beryl's Orphanage, April 1st, the year I turn 19."

"How did you know?". Niki opened the book, re-reading the same familiar page.

"It's just fate."

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Meanwhile, the two horsemen of the apocalypse were tired of just watching. 

If they stayed any longer without doing anything, this trip wouldn't be worth the motorcycle fuel. 

They rose from the seats in unison and slipped casually into the baby room. The head of the orphanage had been slumped against the wall, exhausted. However, when the duo entered the room, she leapt to her feet.

"Excuse me, no demons, no angels, nothing dead or dying, no refunds, no Charlie, and no one I don't want here is allowed in this room!". The one cloaked in black stepped forward, hands raised in a pacifying gesture and a kind smile on his face.

"Well, I'm none of those things! My name's BadBoyHalo, but most people are kind of formal and call me Famine.". That last bit of the sentence was accompanied by a sheepish eye roll, as though to say I know it's silly, but I can't help being well-known.

"My friend over there is George. What's your name?". The head of the orphanage tried very hard to feel suspicious. There were two strangers in the most important room there, she should have her guard up as far as possible. Yet, for some reason, she couldn't feel any distrust for the Famine in front of her.

"My name is Puffy. Why are you here?"

"Us? We're just here for a look. Right, George?". George hadn't really been interested in the conversation, although it was hard to tell what he was thinking about behind his white sunglasses. He raised his head, looking bored.

"Yeah. Sure.". 

Puffy could see several concerning things about letting two horsemen of the apocalypse take a quick look at the antichrist, but she couldn't quite think clearly.

She tried to focus on the current situation, but all she could think about was how much she wanted a good night's sleep, and a vacation, and a different life. Bad's smile remained constant, cheerful and understanding.

"Is this the job you want, Puffy?". She shook her head, eyes glassy.

"When I was a kid, I wanted to be a hero. Help out people who needed helping. I really have no idea how I got here.". Bad nodded.

"Well, Puffy, you seem tired. There's a lot of muffin-heads outside making a racket, and it seems like a lot to deal with. If you want to just go upstairs and take a quick nap, we can handle things for you!". Puffy quietly agreed and walked out of the room in a daze. Already, she could tell something was wrong, but she felt sapped of the strength to care.

As her head hit the pillow, she made a vow to herself that if she came back and the kids were harmed in any way, she'd personally bring hell to their doorsteps.

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"Bad, did you seriously hypnotize a woman so you could hold a baby?"

"Not just a baby, George! Three babies!"

"That makes it much better, yes.”

"You're just upset that they like me more.". Bad bounced around the babies, cooing over them.

"Who's the cutest little antichrist? Who's the tiniest omen of doom? You are!". He picked up Baby No. 2 and tapped his nose.

"Boop!". George stood there quietly.

"He's going to be mad if he finds out we came here."

"Exactly, if he finds out. Besides, he needs us."

"I know he needs me. You, on the other hand, are kind of on thin ice."

"Calm yourself. Hold a baby.". Bad picked up Baby No. 2 from his box, where antichrist: this side up was clearly visible, and handed him to George. George held the green-blanketed baby, staring intently into his eyes. 

Baby No. 3 started screaming once more, and Bad ran over to pick him up and shush him.

"Aww, it's okay. You're not going to die for another 16 years, you have nothing to scream about now!". Baby No. 3 seemed to take in his words for a few seconds, before shrieking even louder. 

The door was flung open by the ominous angelic book club, who tried to shove their way to the child in George's arms. Bad sighed, exasperated, and shifted into a more monstrous form.

"Seems like I have to do some security work. Can you hold this one too?". Without waiting for an answer, he passed Baby No. 3 to George and walked out into the hallway, using his hollow iron scales to push otherworldly paparazzi aside.

After the first act of Heathers, Wilbur slipped out of the theater. It wasn't a particularly good production, and he didn't see the point in staying. 

He decided that if he wasn't going to do anything else, he should probably teleport to St. Beryl's and do his job. 

The orphanage was even more chaotic than before, and he had to light one or two minor demons on fire to clear his way. 

Finally, he reached the room with the antichrist. The room was mostly empty, except for one basket in the corner, and a familiar stranger holding two babies and panicking slightly.

The stranger turned to face Wilbur, and he realized who he was speaking to. He'd never met a horseman of the apocalypse before, but he'd heard of their reputations and seen them from afar.

"Pestilence. Pleasure to meet you.". Pestilence leaned nonchalantly in the doorway with a smile, which was quite a feat for someone holding two sobbing children.

"Please, call me George."

"George. Interesting name, for someone with your position."

“What's wrong with it?"

"It's fine, your colleagues have just mostly had ridiculous names. I mean, who in their right mind names themself Sapnap? No offense, don't discorporate me."

"Well, relatively speaking, I'm pretty new to the job. Stick around another 500 years, and who knows what will happen?"

"With your name, or with discorporating me?"

"Both, I guess.". Wilbur checked his pocket watch (it had been broken sometime in the 1910s, and he hadn't had the time to get it fixed, but he still liked the idea of checking a pocket watch).

"Fun as this conversation is, I was thinking that I should be the one to deliver the child to his parent.". George opened his mouth, probably to say no, but the sound of the babies crying increased. He stopped, irritated, and nodded.

"Why not? It's not like I actually work here."

"Excellent. Just give me the antichrist, and I'll be out of your hair. Unless you want to meet up again after this-"

"I'm good."

"Alright.". George held Baby No. 2 and Baby No. 3 side by side, as if weighing them. He titled his head from the child wrapped in a green blanket to the child wrapped in a red blanket. Finally, he handed the one in red to Wilbur.

"I'm pretty sure this is the antichrist. I'm a bit colorblind.". The sentence was accompanied by an airy laugh and a small grin, and Wilbur smiled back before leaving the room with Baby No. 3.

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Phil was going to murder him. 

The guy couldn't die, but he was going to murder him anyway. Of all the petty things, he had to threaten Philza and his loved ones just for him to sit in a room for hours for absolutely no reason. 

Was this that creature's sick idea of a prank? 

Five seconds before he was going to storm out, agreement be damned, there was a polite knock on the door. He got up to open it, and Baby No. 3 lay on the floor, silent and peacefully sleeping for the first time in his short existence. 

Phil shrugged, deciding not to question it.

He gently picked the baby up from the ground, and headed home. 

(If he'd been looking more intently, he would have noticed 1) A certain demon sitting cross-legged on the ceiling, having decided that he probably shouldn't come face to face with someone he was supposed to spy on, and 2) His closest friend hiding behind a newspaper in the lobby, ready for some good old fashioned arson).

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Anyway, once the antichrist was safely adopted (or so they thought), all that was left was to find a place to put all of these bonus babies. George picked up Baby No. 1 and Baby No. 2, and headed for the waiting room, where Eret and Niki regarded each other as friends already.

Unfortunately, Quackity decided that he had some meddling left in him for the evening, and he decided to make sure everything was going according to plan. He teleported into the orphanage seamlessly, folding his wings into his coat and looking over his sunglasses.

George strolled into the waiting room.

"Pick a child, any child. I don't have all day.". Eret tilted their head in confusion.

"Isn't there paperwork, or an application process, or something official we're supposed to-"

"Do you want the kid or not?". Niki reached for Baby No. 2, and Eret shrugged and took Baby No. 1.

Quackity watched the process take place through the keyhole. 

This seemed alright. They both seemed like non-horrible humans, and he'd be fine watching over either of them for the 16 years. Then, he noticed the book under the young woman's arm. 

The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. First edition, which should be impossible, unless she's some kind of descendant. And I'm not dealing with lying to a witch. 

He tried to remember which kid was the actual antichrist and which was the fraud. 

The green one and the blue one were both important. The blue one was the fake, and the green one was the real deal, right? Or was the green one the fake, and the blue one fake? Wasn't there a red one at one point? Fuck. 

At the last moment, Quackity decided that he couldn't just stand still and risk it. He did the first thing that came to mind and killed the lights. 

The lightbulbs exploded, leaving everyone in darkness. In the chaos, he telekinetically switched the babies.

Alright. No witches today, thanks. I'll just follow the other one home from afar, and everything will be fine.

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Later that night, when the orphanage was almost empty, a man set his newspaper aside and crept through the building. 

He lit Molotov cocktails with precision and chucked them wherever a fireball seemed needed. Flames weren't his usual method of destruction, but he had to get creative sometimes. 

His plan had been slowed down by Phil showing up at this "orphanage", but once he left the game was back on.

If anyone wanted to start the apocalypse and take away everything the two of them had worked for, they'd have to go through Technoblade.

The entire building was consumed and burnt to the ground. The arson case would remain unsolved, like most of his work, and Techno hadn't seen any potential casualties that would make people want to investigate. 

Sadly, there was one person left in the building when it burned, and she couldn't wake up from her dreams of the sea and a sword in her hands to smell the smoke.

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Wilbur followed Philza home unnoticed, disguised as wisps of shadow and cigarette ash. 

In lieu of a cradle, Phil temporarily arranged a drawer as a bed for Baby No. 3 and set him down. Once the baby seemed safe and calm, he left to collapse on the couch. 

Wilbur frowned. Where's his name? Names were important. They could be bargained with, broken, foretell fate, and be used as a lifeline if need be. You didn't just leave a child without a name.

This had to be remedied. He conjured a post-it note and a pen, and snuck over to the drawer considering the merits of different names. 

Kraken? Should I name him Kraken? No, he doesn't seem like a Kraken. The child stirred once, yawning, bright blue eyes nearly opening.

His name is Tommy.

The realization hit Wilbur all at once. Tommy wasn't a particularly demonic name, but it just felt too right to pick anything else. 

So, he wrote "Tommy" on the post-it note and stuck it on the blanket, hoping that Phil would think it had been there the whole time. 

The baby grabbed his finger as he pulled back his hand, not letting go. Wilbur's heart wasn't melted at all. Not a bit.

"I'm going to need that back, Tommy.". Carefully, he took his finger out of the tiny hand's grasp.

"It's very nice to meet you. My name's Wilbur. I'm your guardian, Tommy, and you're going to burn down the world one day."

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At the same time, Quackity followed Eret back to their home (although mansion might be more accurate. Was the chandelier really necessary?). 

They'd been planning for this for months, and anything that Quackity could worry about had already been taken care of five minutes ago. Baby No. 2 was even named quickly and with care.

The angel breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing evil could be named "Tubbo", right? 

Eret disappeared to a nearby room, allowing Quackity the chance to formally meet him and Fundy's charge. He teleported down to the cradle and contemplated the kid.

"Hey, I know that this has been a long day, but I'm Quackity. Me and my friend are going to be looking after you for a few years, because Tubbo? It's up to you to save the world. Good luck."

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At the same time, Niki went back to her home. 

The rain finally stopped, and she put the Nice and Accurate Prophecies back on the shelf to hold Baby No. 1, the real prophesied end of days. 

I don't know if I'm ready for this. I don't know anything about being a mother, or stopping the apocalypse, but I'm expected to do both.

The child opened his eyes. They were the one usual thing about an otherwise average baby: One eye was a fiery red, while one was a leafy green. They vaguely reminded Niki of a forest fire.

She set up the cradle and cast various charms, determined to get this right. 

She was so focused on protecting her son (for he was her son, now) that she didn't notice a skeletal green hand reach out of the shadows for her book and cut out select pages and phrases with a knife of bone. 

Niki gently put her child down, already full of intense care for him.

You're going to be okay. I don't know about heaven or hell or any of those idiots, but I can promise you one thing, Ranboo: I'll make sure you're safe. I swear it.

Hope you enjoyed!

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[elai-okonma]

Chapter 11. Cry Little Sister

WARNINGS: TORTURE A GO GO, SEXUAL CONTENT, JUST A BUNCH TRIGGERS

Word count:1,402

Celestial Realm

  Another slap to your face, followed by a hand on your wrist. Looking over to where Gabriel had a hold of you, you brace yourself for whatever comes next. You feel something cold and dull against the palm of your hand, then a push. Your eyes glance over to Gabriel’s chrome ones, and you see them glowing something akin to mirth.

  Searing pain mixed with the sickening crunching of bone, and popping of skin is all you hear and feel as the Archangel pushes a thick nail into the palm of your hand. This fuck is literally going to crucify me. You clench your jaw, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of screaming. 

  “Why are you fighting it, MC?? I want to hear all of the beautiful noises that come out of your mouth.”

  He pushes the nail in further before you feel it finally give way, and exit the back of your hand. You take a deep shaky breath, eyes never leaving his. You could’ve sworn you heard him swallow hard when his eyes caught yours. 

  “Mmmh, don’t look at me like that, MC. It’s like you said before, it does turn me on watching you suffer.”

   You smile around the ball gag still in your mouth, and Gabriel moves over to pin a nail through your other hand. 

  “I wonder where you got all this newly found excitement. I heard from Father, when Belphegor killed you, you were scared out of your mind. Scared to die. Not turned on. Not looking into his eyes with lust and yearning. You’re filthy MC, and I can't wait to purge you.” He pulls the gag out of your mouth again.

  “When Belphie killed me I was human. It’s only natural to be scared of death, especially when you haven’t accepted your own mortality, and in those final moments I knew it was too late to stop it. There was no going back...But now i’m not human, i’m an Angel. An Angel with power from Michael, and now that I know that I am eternal, it does get me excited, as you put it.”

  Gabriel looks at you astonished, but he knew you had a valid point. Honestly, seeing your resolve through all this torture was really making him hard, and it definitely didn’t help that you were talking back. It had been a long time since he had been able to torture someone. Though the rules up in the Celestial Realm might have been altered over the millennia, a harsh punishment as this was still only reserved for special cases.

  You wonder what could be going through the Archangels head, the look in his eyes suggests that the last person he had chained up here wasn’t a masochistic female with a cocky mouth, who lusts after Demons. As if right on cue, he speaks up:

  “You know MC, it’s been soooo long since i got to do this. Father doesn’t really approve of my methods, but he knows it gets results so he tolerates it. I gotta be honest, i’d love to give in to temptation and fuck you, but then what would that make me??...”

  He trails off as he grabs your throat. You can see his inner turmoil, he’s carefully planning out his next move. 

  “Well Gabriel, that'd make you no better than me.” you say with a sly smile. 

  The Archangel looks into your eyes now. He knows what would happen if he were to act on what he was thinking and feeling. But it would be ok since you were also an Angel, right?? He couldn’t possibly fall. The realization dawns on him, and he smiles darkly back at you. 

  “You know you want to, Gabriel. I can see it in your eyes, I can see how tense you are. Your hand is shaking on my throat. If you’re going to send me off to Purgatory and such, you might as well take advantage of this moment. Besides…” you lean in as far as the restraints will allow, “...i’d just love to corrupt you.”

  He takes a shaky breath as his head drops down onto your shoulder. You were tempting him, and he knew it. But he was about to call your bluff. 

  “I bet you think you’re slick, saying those words to me… you’ve never fucked an Angel, have you?? Obviously not, you’ve been down in the Devildom so long that you’re the one who’s been corrupted. Well, when i’m done with you, you’ll have forgotten all about my Fallen brothers.”

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Devildom 

  Diavolo and Barbatos walk into his room to start the process of letting Belphegor know what was happening. The Demon butler walks up to the frame in which he sent Belphie, and proceeds to open the portal. 

  When the Demon lord walks through it, he sees the youngest brother sitting in the corner. 

  “Hello, Belphegor.”

  “What do you want, Diavolo??”

  “That’s Lord Diavolo, and I just came to let you know that we might have another Celestial war on our hands.”

  Belphie’s ears perk up at that news, and he lets out a snort.

  “Why am I not surprised.”

  “I'm just here to let you know, since you are still, technically my responsibility.” 

  “Why?? You obviously think that I committed a crime serious enough to send me to a place like this, which, by the way, was an extremely low move on your part.”

  “You honestly have no idea do you?? What you’ve done to your brothers?? Mammon tried to kill himself!”

  “Over a human?? Peh, he’s weak. All of my brothers were being blinded by that human, and I don’t regret what I did.”

  “That may be so, but if we have another war on our hands, I need to know where you stand. Will you fight with us, or should i just leave you here to relive the memory of Lilith’s death for all eternity??”

  “NO! I- please, please don’t leave me here…”

  “So then, should the war involve us, can i trust you will fight by my side??”

  “Yes…”

  “Good, I will have Barbatos keep you updated on the matter. Now if you will excuse me, I have to help your brothers find Satan.”

  “Satan is gone??”

  “He's been missing ever since MC’s funeral. We’re looking all over the Devildom for him, but I doubt he’s still here.”

  “Did you check the human world?? Satan is probably at MC’s house. It makes sense, considering it’s the last place anyone would think to look.”

  Diavolo is speechless by Belphie’s assumption. He is right, it is the last place that anyone would think of, none of them had even landed on the thought that Satan might be in the human world.

  “Well, I thank you for your input Belphegor, I will let Lucifer know.”

  As Diavolo steps out, Barbatos shuts the portal behind him, ignoring the yells from Belphie. When the Demon Lord looks to him, he already knows what to do. With a bow of his head, he takes his leave to the house of Lamentation. 

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When they arrive, the brothers are in Lucifer’s study working hard to find Satan. Scrolls and maps are scattered everywhere, and they are in deep conversation about the topic at hand. Barbatos announces their arrival, and the brothers look up.

  “We know where Satan is.”

  The Demons don’t even question their Lord as to how he knows, when Beelzebub speaks up:

  “Where is he?!”

  “He’s in the human realm, at MC’s house.”

  That causes some confused looks toward the tw, but there was no time to ask questions right now. 

    “Ok, let’s go.” Mammon says.

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  Satan was reading a book in the kitchen, waiting for his tea to be done when he saw a flash of light go off in the master bedroom. He peers around the corner to see Diavolo, Barbatos, and his brothers coming out of the room. He takes a step back and bumps into the wall behind him.

  “W-what?? What are you guys doing here?? How did you even find me??”

  Beelzebub runs up to his brother and wraps him in a tight hug. The other brothers follow suit, and embrace him. 

  “IS THIS WHERE YOU’VE BEEN?! WE’VE BEEN WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU!!” Asmo yells through tears.

  It was an emotional reunion, one that they knew they didn’t have time to enjoy. There were more important matters to discuss.  

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[storysofmyown]

Obey me! Scarred, Chapt. 11

Plot:  It’s time for the next step in Diavolo’s plan to unify the  realms. But, in order to work, the demons would be subjected to confront  their worst fears, and in some cases, who they are.  

Trigger Warning: Manipulation, some cussing, pain, mentions of blood.

Word Count: 10,684

“A-…Asmodeus…?” Lucifer called in the weakest voice ever. He watched in shock as Asmodeous stood between him and God. He should be happy at seeing his little brother but this…no…what was in front of him was not his little brother. Was not the Asmodeus that was always brightly smiling and basically shining with excitement. Asmodeous eyes were entirely white, but you could tell he had been crying for a long time. Asmodeus had blocked Lucifer’s punch and was still holding it, both of their hands shaking by the force. Shock having made Lucifer’s demon form retreat, but an even deeper hate started to appear as he looked at his father.

 “Brother” Asmodeus said in what was quite not his voice. It was layered and in it one could hear Gods as well. His voice was raspy, as that of a person who had been screaming for hours on end would sound.

 “What have you done to him?” Lucifer spitted venom and hate towards his father as his eyes took in Asmodeous old angel form. Disgust and fear settled in. The entire room was silent, the music had stopped and now people were starring at them. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Solomon, Mc, and some of his brothers, he knew the others were behind him. He could also see Diavolo and Barbatos making their way to where they stood. Behind God, the archangels, Luke and Simeon looked upon the scene. The latter two looked in fear and worry while the archangels just looked confused.

 “Me? Oh, it pains me that you think I had a hand on this.” God feigned innocence before seeing that Lucifer was not buying it and smiling. “Really, it was all Asmodeus, he practically begged me to get rid of his pain. Seems like you haven’t been paying any attention to your family.” God grinned. Lucifer felt his rage grow more. Unaware that he was just feeding into God’s plans he retaliated.

 “WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?!”

 “Really? Are you that oblivious?” God laughed, loud, sarcastic. His eyes darted where Barbatos and Diavolo were, they were getting closer. “Asmodeus has been living in pain…of who he is…of what he lost…tonight…he begged me to take all that pain away. But of course, you would not know anything about this…I mean, you don’t even know that I went to the house of lamentation.”

 Lucifer froze, his blood ran cold as he strained up. He looked back at his family, at his brothers, at his own son, at the human he had grown so fond of. He saw clearer than ever the pain that tainted their souls. He knew they were all affected by God’s presence…but the fact that God had been close to his family… He looked at them and felt tears, he looked at Asmodeus… How had he been so blind to his family’s pain that he had allowed something like this to happen? He locked eyes with Diavolo, seeing the determination on the prince eyes to put a stop to this. But God was not done quite yet. He turned around momentarily, locking eyes with his followers, with his servants.

 “You five”, he spoke loud enough for them to hear, all straightening up beyond believe, the fear within Simeon and Luke grew, unaware of what their father planned for their friends. “Hold them off.” Before anyone could react the 7 demons and a human were entirely consumed by darkness. No one could see a thing for a few seconds, and then a blinding white light came in.

They were no longer at Diavolo’s castle. They were in a cold and white space. No walls, no doors, no ceiling or floor, it was like they were literally standing on nothing. But that didn’t matter, not to Lucifer, all he wanted was for Asmodeus to be okay, for his family to be okay. The words of God resonated in his mind. He had not only had the decency from getting close to his family, but the man had also entered his home. They were not even safe there.

 “It’s truly a…who am I kidding? The place is atrocious. At least I got a nice chat with Beelzebub.” God looked directly at Beel, who felt smaller than ever under his father’s gaze. The demon was not processing entirely what was happening. The moment he had seen Asmodeus like that, all the pain of when Lilith died came rushing back and the fear of losing someone else had him petrified. He had left God in on their home. And now he had been unable to protect someone in his family and Asmodeus had retracted back to his angel form and Lucifer seemed pissed and it was all his fault…this was his fault…

 Beel made eye contact with Lucifer, his older brother looked at him, not with hate like Beel expected, but with sadness and worry as he realized that Beel and God had been completely alone. Beel felt even worse, not only had they lost Lilith because of him, Asmodeus was now in that state and Lucifer was being shown all the ways he had “failed” in protecting them and Beel was angry. He was angry at having lost people he cared about. He had let Lilith die, but if there was a way to get Asmo back and protect the rest of his family he would. Demon form took over as his anger seethed out of him, he watched as Lucifer’s eyes widened. Seeing this reminded Lucifer of when Beel found out what he had done with Belphegor…it was pure hatred behind the demons eyes, pure hatred and fear, sadness, pain, and a desire to rectify the wrong that he never did but he believed had been his fault.

 Before any of them could react, Beel had launched itself at his father, with tremendous velocity and strength. Lucifer should stop him. He should not let his little brother confront their father like that, it was a bad idea. But the way it hurt at knowing that God had messed with his family…all rational thought had been left aside as he grabbed Asmodeus by the forearm, making sure he wouldn’t be the one at the receiving end of Beels rampage. He felt Asmodeus pull, as he was called by God, their father’s eyes glowing gold, but he would not let him go. Especially since he knew that Beel was not going to hold back. He was not counting on Asmodeus to try and get away from him with all his might, in a couple of occasions almost setting free, making Lucifer go into demon form to restrain him.

 Beel launched himself at God. His father at first had stood completely still but upon realizing Asmodeus would not be coming to his defense, he moved faster than it was possible. At one moment he was in front of Beel and at the other the man was behind him. This unexpected turn of events made Beel lose balance and fall, but immediately scramble to his feet looking for his father. He noticed his father standing closer to Lucifer and Asmo, eyes glowing faintly gold as he called upon Asmodeus powers. At one point, Asmodeus grabbed Lucifer’s collar, and with a tremendous amount of force he pulled at it, Lucifer, amidst his distraction, had not realized this and was not able to defend himself. Before he knew it, he had hit the floor and was looking up, his eyes had snapped open in time to see Asmo basically fly towards Beel. Who stopped in his tracks upon Asmo coming into view.

 “Asmo…” Was all Beel said. His eyes fell on God and on Lucifer who was getting quickly back to his feet. “Get out of the way!” He spoke sharply, not intending or wanting to hurt his family. Part of him hoped Asmodeus was somewhere there and would move. But or course he didn’t. Asmo wasn’t even looking at him, he stood perfectly still for a few seconds before charging towards Beel. Fighting against his little brother, even though he was far stronger than Asmodeus. He had to remind himself to dodge and not attack, this was family who he was fighting, he didn’t want to hurt Asmodeus. Lucifer watched as Beel was forced to fight against Asmo. And rage filled him as well. He ran towards God, ready to attack, and if necessary…kill, but without even looking behind God knew Lucifer would attack. He dodged easily.

 “What a pain. Two against one…poor Asmodeus doesn’t stand a chance.”

 “Then why don’t you fight?!” Lucifer shouted, ignoring the grunting sounds coming from Beel and Asmo in the background. He charged again at his father.

 The others watched as the four fought against each other, when Mc felt a pull on their mind, and a small voice. Mc? A familiar voice spoke. Solomon? Mc tried to connect or respond to it. Oh! You can hear me! Mc parted their eyes from the fight, trying to comprehend what the small voice was saying. How is that possible? Mc had to move out of the way, Lucifer had been pushed by God to where they were standing, a gasp was caught on their throat as they tried to concentrate on what Solomon was saying. That doesn’t matter. You need to listen to me! We are trying to break the spell God made, once we do, you guys will be back at the palace and can help you-Uhg…until then we need you to hold on as much as you can. The sound of an explosion was heard, and Mc could not tell if it was the fight in there or the fight in the palace, either way, Belphegor pulled them further from the fight. How long will it take? Mc asked, ignoring Belphegor’s questions and panicked voice, was he crying? I don’t know…I need to concentrate but the angles are not making it easy…please…hold on.

 “MC!” Belphegor’s voice finally came in. Mc eyes locked with his and the panic they reflected made Mc’s stomach turn. He was crying. Mc wondered why, and the moment they looked at the ongoing fight the question was answered.

 “BEEL!” Mc screamed, the large being turned around, his silvery-white wings fluttering as his eyes locked into theirs. “No-…why…how-” Mc watched as Lucifer stood up and cleaned some blood from his lip. They had lost Beel in the few seconds they were distracted. Belphegor had this pissed off expression, but Mc could see the tears in his eyes. They looked over once again to see Satan in full demon form fighting against Asmo, while Lucifer tried to dodge Beel, and Leviathan, who also in demon form, was against God, Mammon was standing beside them. Completely still as he looked over.

 “I…he punched Asmodeus in self-defense and…immediately stopped…I think he realized what he did and…he got distracted…God…he…” Mammon’s voice quivered. “He attacked Beel after throwing Lucifer across the room…Beel went out of demon form and…” Belphie lowered his head, a small sob came from his mouth.

 “He was in pain.” Was all he said. Mc Looked at the scene. Worry filled them, as well as fear and sadness at seeing another brother fall into Gods command. Mc noticed the punch mark on Asmodeus face.

 “We…we need to resist…Solomon and the others are trying to get us out of here.” Mc spoke, a little panicked. Belphegor looked confused for a second but didn’t question how they had been able to communicate with the wizard.

 Mammon didn’t respond. He was looking at his family. He was looking at the people he shared his life with. He was looking at his annoying older brother, at his all-knowing nephew, at his needy little brother… he usually forgets Beel is his younger brother, the demon is so tall and strong that he stopped feeling like he needed to protect him a long time ago. But now…now…seeing Beel in what used to be his angel form it…hurt…Mammon looked down at Mc and the memories of what God had made him do the other night made him feel extremely unease…he wondered if that’s how it felt for them. If they were completely gone…or if part of them saw what they were doing. Mammon didn’t know which one was worse. All that he knew was that one of his worst nightmares was becoming reality right in front of his eyes. Mammon was supposed to be the second eldest yet here he was, standing away from the fight.

 Letting his family get hurt as he begged to keep his individuality. Mammon gritted his teeth as he felt his demon form taking over. His wings came out and before he could even talk himself out of it, he launched himself at where God was attacking Leviathan. He was tired of being told what to do, he was tired of being the butt of the joke in the family, he was tired of being seen as weak but most importantly, he was tired of not being able to protect his family like he should, to protect everyone. Memories of Mc’s mutilated body flashed in his eyes as he got close. God was distracted with Leviathan, which gave Mammon a window of opportunity to land a direct hit on Gods face. This made him stumble backwards and release Leviathan from the chokehold he was being held. Leviathan fell to the floor coughing. Mammon stood in front of him, as God finally recovered balance.

 “Ya good?” Mammon didn’t take his eyes off from God.

 “Yeah” Leviathan huffed before standing as well, both ready to fight God, who seemed mildly annoyed. There was a loud noise coming from their left, Beel had punched Lucifer who went stumbling back and had clashed against Satan, they were now both on the floor. Beel looked over at God, and the being, with a devilish grin, made his eyes glow even brighter. Beel looked at where Mc and Belphegor were standing. And was seconds away from starting to run in their directions. Leviathan and Mammon locked eyes for a second and without even saying anything Mammon ran towards God, while Leviathan made his way towards Beel, preventing him from getting too close to Mc and Belphegor, who was keeping the human safe for the time being.

 Lucifer helped Satan to his feet but before they even moved Asmodeus was attacking them. Asmo and Satan both fell to the ground struggling and throwing punches at one another. Lucifer was going to help him, but Satan screamed for him to go help Leviathan, who was now on the floor as Beel loomed a top of him. Beel was about to use all his force while striking down at the younger demon but Lucifer was able to reach in time and move him out of the way. Beel’s hands made contact with the floor, leaving behind a crater on the surface, which made Leviathan swallow. First God almost choked him and now Beel almost did that to him. Lucifer had his eyes fixed on Beel while Leviathan tried to calm his breathing. Beel immediately attacked them again, this time they were more aware of what was happening, and Beel could only focus on one at the time, which gave the demons the advantage of attacking.

 Leviathan felt outmatched and powerless, he wanted to help and be able to do something, but he was weak. He knew that. He was not able to help anyone and the idea of someone getting hurt because of this ate him up. But the truth is that he wasn’t in his element, if they were close to water maybe he could help more, but none of that mattered now. He needed to do what he could, or else they would certainly get hurt. Beel tried to punch him, but Leviathan enclosed Beel’s hands with his tail, Lucifer kicked the larger being in the back of the knee, making him fall to his kneels momentarily.

 “Beel! You need to stop this!” Belphegor called. Beel’s white eyes locked with Belphegor’s. The twins looked at each other for a moment before Belphegor took a few steps forward. “Beel…you can fight this…you need to wake up.” Belphegor’s voice was soft, softer than it had ever been. He watched as his twin had fallen into his fathers’ destructive ways, and it wounded him. Belphegor got as close as he could to the brother he loved so much. He knew his twin blamed himself for Lilith’s death…and partly it was his own fault. He couldn’t lose Beel, not him too.

 “HAHAHHAH” A empty laugh came in, and before anyone knew who had laughed, they heard Satan’s voice.

 “DAD! BEHIND YOU!” The moment Lucifer turned around he was struck in the face with such intensity he fell backwards. Beel started struggling and broke free, proceeding to start fighting Belphegor. Leviathan stumbled backwards, a weird, sudden wave of pain covered him, closing his eyes he bit his lip. Once he opened his eyes, God was right in front of his face.

 “We meet again.” God kicked Leviathan, who fell and the proceeded to punch him in the face. Leviathan managed to stop another hit and rolled away from God, getting to his feet and trying to attack his father as well. Sadly, with Leviathan’s strike he left himself open, God managing to put a hand around the demon’s neck and started to choke him. He lifted the demon in the air as he struggled and kicked and tried to get away. Leviathan noticed how Gods eyes started to glow even brighter as he used, not only his strength but also, his powers to hurt the demon.

 Mc! Mc distanced themselves from the fight trying to listen to Solomon. We are getting close to breaking the spell, but it isn’t easy. How are you guys holding up? Mc had to restrain themselves from sounding panicked. They watched as Belphegor and Beel fought against each other and how Mammon was ruthlessly trying to basically kill Lucifer. Mc didn’t see when God transformed Mammon into an angel. We lost Beel, and Mammon. There was a pause in which Mc thought that perhaps Solomon had not heard them. That…isn’t good. Mc scoffed at this, not wanting to take their eyes away from the fight. I know, how long till you guys are done? Mc had to move out of the way, Satan had punched Asmodeus hard enough to send him flying to where they were currently standing, Mc looked at Satan, he looked tired and was panting. We are halfway there, but the damned angels are not making it easy-

 “SATAN BE CAREFUL!” Belphegor yelled; they saw as Satan moved in time to avoid getting hit. Mc´s eyes came into focus at the person that had just attacked Satan. They felt their heart drop at the sight. Leviathan stood from the floor, he turned slightly towards their direction and stared. Mc saw who Leviathan used to be, so different from the demon he was now. The sight making them feel sick, Leviathan had red marks on his neck and in the small distance they were able to notice the trail of tears. In how much pain had the demon had to be in?

 “Levi…” Mc was feeling numb, thoughts barely making sense when a shadow started to loom behind them. Mc froze, eyes widening as they felt the presence of a large being behind them. They slowly turned around and saw Beel loom over them, Mc looked at his eyes, and the once warm and softness they were used to seeing in the demon was replaced by a blank stare and coldness rooted beneath. Mc didn’t know what to expect, there was a huge chance Beelzebub was going attack them. Mc didn’t have any type of power and compared to the others they were extremely weak.  Mc swallowed, still petrified in front of what used to be one of their most valued friends. Slowly they brought up their hand, they didn’t know what they intended, and their line of thought was completely blurred, only recognizing the pain they knew the now turned angels must be in. Beel wasn’t looking at Mc, not really, he was starring at the floor. Perhaps he was trying to fight against God’s commands?

 Their wrist was held strongly by Beel’s hand, he was grasping it with so much force Mc couldn’t help the yelp that escaped their lips as pain started to become more noticeable. Beel pulled them harshly, the stronger being pulled them up by their arm, Mc was lifted from the floor like they didn’t weight anything. Beel finally looked at Mc directly in the eyes, they felt their heart skip a beat, it wasn’t the thought of being hurt that scared them, no…it was the thought of who would be hurting them. They trusted the brothers with everything they had, they knew they would never hurt them because they were a finally…so the fact they he was being forced to hurt them…Mc just wanted to bring the real Beel and the other brothers back. None of this was fair for them, hadn’t they suffered enough?

 Mc kept starring directly at Beel’s eyes as they tried to shake Beelzebub grip away. Mc hit him with their other hand and even kicked him a few times, at one point they event bit his hand, but nothing seemed to help. Beel threw them in the air, they thought they would hit the hard floor but instead they felt someone catch them and help bring them to the floor. It had been Satan, they looked at Mc with smile but the way his face winced once they touched the floor let Mc knew the demon was hurt. Both looked at Beel, who was getting ready to attack them again, he started running towards their direction, Mc braced themselves for impact when a figure came into view, barely managing to stop the bigger figure.

 “Beel! You need to shake it off!” Belphegor screamed as he pushes against Beel. Mc heard them grunting and scream at the sheer force he needed to keep Beel in place. “Beel! Please!” But Belphegor’s plead fell to deaf ears, Beel punched Belphegor in the stomach, making the demon fall on one knee as he still tried to hold off his brother.

 “This is getting sickening.” God’s raised an arm, locked eyes with Leviathan and Asmodeus before moving his head signaling to where Satan and Mc were currently standing. Satan groaned before moving with Mc, who still on his arms, out of the way. The last thing Mc saw of Belphegor and Beel was the older twin head-butting Belphegor and the latter falling to the ground, following a small chuckle coming from God. Mc heard a high-pitched scream, once they were at a considerable distance from the others, Lucifer joined them. His clothes were ripped, and his hair was a mess, the eldest demon was bleeding as he stood beside his son and a human. They watched in horror as a newly made angel Belphegor arose from between the other four angels, with a smiling God behind them, his eyes glowing gold as he looked upon who was left.

 “What are we going to do?” Satan asked, fatigued.

 “We need to hold on.”

 “The others…they are trying to break Gods spell and get us back to the palace…” Mc spoke softly, looked at the menacingly looking group that was approaching them.

 “There is six of them and only three of us…” Satan spoke, Lucifer remained immobile as he heard their conversation, his eyes never left God’s. The demon felt a pain like no other, and it wasn’t coming from the several hits he had received. His head was being plagued by all the memories of the celestial realm, by the time he was loyal to his father, the time in which he thought they were in the right. The time in which he thought his father cared about them just like he cared for his family.

 He had been created with one purpose. To serve. From the moment he was born he was given the task to fallow orders and just be a puppet, a tool. Never in the celestial realm did he feel good or at peace, when he rebelled…that was the most complete he had ever felt…right. He was fighting for something he believed to be truth, for what he thought was truly important…yet they still lost. He fell…alongside his family…and Lilith died. But even if he missed his little sister there was something, he had gained during the war that made him think it had been somehow worth it. They had gained the freedom to be and act how they wanted, they reformed their family…he had his son and his brothers…but one can not escape of what one was made for…not truly.

 In the devildom, he was forced into a loyalty to Diavolo. And even if that felt a hundred times better than it ever felt to serve his father, Lucifer still hated being controlled. Being used as tool, for his powers, for what he could give someone else, for what someone else could take advantage of… What he really wanted was to just be peacefully with his family. With the people he cared about. And as he watched upon what had happened to them, eyes burning from keeping the tears at bay…he realized how much he had lost after years of work that they had all put in the family.

 “Oh Lucifer, once again you let your family down.” God spoke softly, almost with a hint of disappointment as he looked on. They were getting surrounded, if they didn’t do anything they would most certainly get taken down. Two demons and a human against God himself and five ex demons…this wasn’t good. Lucifer clenched his jaw as he stared at every movement the others made. It was infuriating the dread he felt in that moment. His fathers taunting not helping in any way.

 ¨Lucifer…what are we going to do?” Mc’s voice reached to him, distracting him for just a second.

 “Why are you asking him? It’s clear he is out of ideas.” God looked at Mc, who narrowed their eyes. “Say, Lucifer, I’m surprised at how easy it was to take more than half of your family down. One would think you didn’t try at all.” Mc looked at Lucifer, waiting to see the reaction of the older demon, thankfully Lucifer seemed to not fall at his fathers taunting. “I would even dare say…you wanted me to rid you of this responsibility.”

 Lucifer scoffed in response, but he stopped himself before firing back.

  “But no…that couldn’t be, after all…you are such a family man. You, to this day, wake up forgetting that Lilith is death and think that she is still around. You open your eyes in the morning expecting at some point hear her voice call for one of the others or even for you.” Lucifer could have been imagining it, but he, at this moment, could Lilith’s voice. Her laugh and her sarcastic tone, the way she would get mad and scold the others and on occasions even himself, even her voice when crying was being played and used to make hiss heart shatter. “You may have fallen, and you act like you are used to this live in the devildom…but in reality, every time you close your eyes you can still see yourself up in the celestial realm with Lilith.”

 His father was trying to get under his skin, and perhaps he was. Every muscle in his body had tensed, his blood was rushing, and he could feel his face getting hot at the pure fury he felt in the moment. Somehow, he still had enough control to take a few steps backwards, which signaled Satan and Mc to do the same. The duo was unaware of what to do in that moment, Mc was incredible scared as their eyes darted from brother to brother, from God to Lucifer and at time to Satan. Meanwhile, Satan had stopped listening to God, the hatred within him, being fueled by Lucifer’s making it hard for him to concentrate on what his grandfather was saying.

 “But still, I wouldn’t call a family man a person who shows all their devotion and love to only on member of their family. And to a dead one, no less.”  Lucifer looked confused for a moment, showing vulnerability in the most infinitesimal moment. “I mean, you care so much about Lilith…that you can’t simply care about the others.” God paused, his mask falling and showing the sly fox behind it. “Guess that would explain everything.” Mc had to prevent Lucifer from running towards his father, the extreme force by which Lucifer would have ran could have caused the human some damage but the feeling of touch by someone on his side helped Lucifer remain in his place.

 “What is that even supposed to mean?!” He snarled, almost like a wild dog

 “You can’t put the pieces together? Ah, why would I expect more?” God’s disappointed stare brought Lucifer back to moments in which he feared his father, moments in which he wished to please his father, moments in which he was controlled. “If you had actually cared about your brothers and son, it wouldn’t have been so easy for me to manipulate them. I mean, you play favorites Lucifer, and you pride yourself on being ab better ‘parental figure’ than I was? At least I didn’t make some of my kids feel less important than others”

 “That’s because you made us all feel unimportant!” Lucifer shouted, he could feel the rapid beating from his heart and his accelerated breathing getting out of control.

 “Perhaps.” God moved towards Asmodeus; the newly reformed angel stood with a uncharacteristically innocent smile plastered on his emotionless face. “But still, perhaps if you had actually cared about your siblings and your so-called family, Asmodeus would not need to look for validation in other places. He would not have to come too me, begged for his pain to be taken away, because he would have known about your love, but he didn’t…because you were too focused on your good for nothing dead sister. Or, maybe, and this is a stretch, Beelzebub would not have kept from you my little visit. He didn’t tell you…because he didn’t trust you would care about what he had to say. Who knows? Belphegor may have come forward about his nightmare and his relationship with his twin wouldn’t have changed…that much…if he had felt like he would be listened to and understood by you. Leviathan, oh poor Leviathan. The third brother yet still feels so weak and unimportant in this family…who do you think is to blame for that, Lucifer? Me? I already had my hand on your lives, the moment you all fell they were your problem…yet you played favorites and forgot that you were supposed to care about them as well. Even Mammon, who they all believe is your favorite brother fall under the curse of you preferring your dead sister over your living and breathing family. Maybe, if you cared, Mammon would not have come to Purgatory hall that night, and he would not have had to hurt the illusion of his precious Mc if you had actually cared to pay attention to him and the others.”

 While Lucifer was being torn to shreds by the implications that he didn’t care about his family, Mc’s had to suck in a breath. Mc was aware of how much Lucifer cared about them, even if the demon was not vocal about it. Mc felt their nails dig into their palms as their hand shook by the sheer force in which they were tensing their muscles. Heart rapidly racing. The demons had suffered so much…they had lost part of themselves and lost people they cared about, so the fact that God would use that to hurt them further…God saw the intensity that Mc glared at him.

 “I don’t have time for you, human.” With glowing eyes and the swift movement of a hand, God sent Mc flying to the other side of the room, this time, no one to catch them and they felt an immense pain the moment their body hit the ground. Someone was there immediately, and Mc could see Lucifer out of the corner of their eyes looking at Mc with a worried expression. “I should have squashed you like the roach you are when I had the opportunity. Seriously, even as demons you should still have enough dignity and pride not to be around a human. But why would I expect more from you? I mean, you can’t even make your son feel like he belongs in the family and I expect you to keep the family clean of those humans”

 Lucifer couldn’t think straight. Not because his father was indirectly insulting him. But because his father had accused his family of being weak, had manipulated, hurt them, and now acted like the fact that they had yet to separate their multiple traumas created by was bad. He watched the way Mc’s body hit the ground. He glanced over at Satan, who was immediately beside the human. Lucifer was letting himself completely exposed at this moment, but Satan being the only demon not under his father’s power…and while he still had control over himself, he had to ask.

 “Satan…” He called, starring at the blond demon who he had raised since childhood. “Do you…feel that way…do you feel out of place in our family?” The demon didn’t respond, he just looked sad, angry, worried, and confused all at the same time before gazing back at the human. “So, it is…” He looked at his brothers. It was so wrong and out of place to see them like that. Lucifer took a deep breath, but it certainly wasn’t to calm down.

 God was half a second too late on reacting. His powers were just a fraction of a second too slow, and by the time he already he made a move Lucifer had kicked Beel on his legs, making the large reformed angel fall, he had thrown Asmodeus at Leviathan and Belphegor, and had punched Mammon in the face, making the reformed angel separate from the group. In the blink of an eye, Lucifer was right in front of God, throwing punches and even using curses, spells and anything the eldest son could think of to take out his father. At one point, the demon managed to grab his father by the hair and kick him in the stomach, making his father hit the floor…and that was a mistake. The moment god stopped trying to evade Lucifer, he managed to make his eyes glow even more than before. Lucifer was immediately attacked by both Mammon and Beel while being cornered by the others, making it impossible to get to his father again. As the oldest demon avoided hits, he saw Satan out of the corner of his eye. He saw that his son was about to enter the fight and immediately shouted at him to stay back with the human.

 Leviathan used this at his advantage and managed to kick Lucifer in his. The demon felt the air leave his body for a couple of seconds before being punched in the center of his chest by Beel. He fell flat to the floor and opened his eyes just in time to see Belphegor about to kick his face. He rolled out of the way only to get up and be faced with Asmodeus, who pushed him, making his back hit against Beel, who immediately restricted him, making him fall on his knees and before he could even struggle he felt several punches to his face. Once he was able to look, he noticed Mammon’s fist were covered in blood, Lucifer groaned. Lucifer stopped moving, not because he choose it, but because god was controlling him. His father was laughing as he smiled at Lucifer, he moved a hand, signaled for two of the reformed angels to go make sure Satan or Mc did not interfere.

 “My, that was good. That was really good. For a servant that is.” Lucifer glared at God. “What? Isn’t that the truth? You, Lucifer, you are a servant… I created you to serve, and no matter where you are, that’s what you do. Serve. Always listening to orders, always willing to go to extremes to give your superior what they ask. I mean,” God chuckled. “The only reason why any of this happened is because you could not bring yourself to say no to Diavolo. If you had broken out of that servitude cycle of yours then maybe…maybe this wouldn’t be happening.”

 Lucifer was feeling defeated, tears were forming in his eyes as he heard Satan and Mc call him. He couldn’t move, at all. And all he wanted was to break free and just kill his father and get his family back…he closed his eyes for a second. In that second, he saw his family. He saw Mammon being an idiot, Leviathan talk about his games, Satan complain about the noise, Asmodeus flexing his new clothes, Beel eating far too many servings of everything, Belphegor look tiredly as he rested his head on Beels should and Mc, with a smile on their before making eye contact with Lucifer and smiling at the scene. That was them, that was his family, and he loved every single one of them. Equally, wholeheartedly, completely.

 “Why are you smiling?”

 “You are completely right.” Lucifer said, taking a deep breath. “I am a servant.”

 He looked behind God, and maybe it was a vision, an illusion, a trick of God or even his own mind, but behind God he saw Lilith. Lilith represented everything he had lost…and she represented everything he will never lose again. Lucifer laughed sarcastically, before making eye contact with his father.  

 “…but even if I am just a servant…” Lucifer’s eyes fell on Satan and Mc, a sad smile showed on his lips as he looked at his family. He looked at his brothers, all being forced to follow God, the disgust, hatred, and sadness within Lucifer only grew. He was on his knees, being immobilized by three of his brothers, but even if God took away his ability to fight physically, Lucifer would never let the man just do as he pleases easily. Never again. “I choose who I serve…and I already made my choice…I only serve family.” Lucifer matched God’s smirk, his eyes glowing a violent shade of red as they contrasted God’s gold. The moment his aura started to seethe out of him, God took a step backwards. Fear painted on his features for a second as Lucifer convoked every spell he knew to try and take out the person that had tormented his family for so long.

 Lucifer flapped his wings, a boundless current of hair, violent, tameless, send flying with force the angels that stood behind him. God watched in horror as who was his eldest son rebelled once again. Lightning, thunder, an explosion…Mc had to shield their eyes at the blast of light that came down. The sound deafening them for a few seconds, Mc gasped once they were able to take in their surroundings once more. There was smoke all over the place, the once shining white room now was a dark grey, Mc’s eyes fell on the angels laying around moving slowly as they tried to get up again. Mc looked at Satan who had a shocked expression, following his eyes, they landed on Lucifer. But when the tall demon looked over at them, he smiled ever so slightly. God was nowhere to be found. At least, they couldn’t spot him.

Satan and Lucifer looked at each other. A massive grin on each of their faces as they realized the other was okay. For what Lucifer could tell, his brothers had suffered no damage and they just had been knocked off their feet. They were now standing completely still, almost looking like statues, staring at something behind him. Lucifer turned, being meet by a curtain of dense smoke, looked at it for a few seconds before turning back to where Satan and Mc were. God was nowhere to be seen, and although they didn’t know what had happened to him, they knew at any moment he might be back. They needed to figure out a way to wake up the others, Lucifer took a step… but before he could take another, he felt an arm grab him by one of his wings. With an inexplicable force, they tugged on his wing, with such ferocity Lucifer felt it being dislocated. He screamed, and before Satan or Mc had even processed what had happened the smoke covered Lucifer, while the now-transformed angels attacked them. Satan grabbed mc and put distance in between them, his heart racing worried for what was about to happen to his father. 

“That was a touching speech you said just now.” God voice was commanding “But you seem to have forgotten something…” He looked down on Lucifer, as he had grabbed his face and was forcing them out of demon form by the chair pain he was inflicting in the demon. “You were never meant to have a choice.” The entire place was filled with Lucifer’s screams of pain as God glowing eyes followed his every mood. Lucifer’s demon form faded, he fell to the floor. At least this way he didn’t feel the pain from his wing, he opened his eyes slightly and saw Satan and mc trying to get away from his brothers. God laughed before kicking Lucifer, making him roll over and look at where the sky should be.

 Satan stood protectively in front of Mc, they heard as the screams of Lucifer died down. The smoke dispersed and their eyes laid on what made Satan’s blood run cold. Lucifer was in full angel form, just beside God, as the being slowly turned around with gold glowing eyes and a smirk, God got dangerously close, followed by all the people who were meant to be their family.  

What to do, what to do.” God spoke, looking at Satan directly in the eyes. “Born from an angel, so you have some angel inside.” God sighed. “Then again, you were born a demon. So what does it all mean?” Satan watched with ire intent in at the man that was supposed to be his Grandfather. “Will you be able to join your family alongside me…are were you always, truly, the odd one. Want to find out? Ahaha, oh. This will be fun. Wonder what form you might take.”

 “Are they close?!” Satan asked frantic, his eyes darted across the room to make sure they were at a somewhat safe distance from his uncles and father. God stood right in the middle of them, starring at Satan with a grin. “MC!” He screamed again, he looked back at the human he had been fighting so hard to protect.

 “I DON’T KNOW!” Mc screamed back hyperventilating. “The last I heard they were half away there! Solomon disconnected so he could use more of his power.” Mc’s heartbeat was trough the roof. Their eyes were darting between the brothers and their white eyes, then falling on God, his eyes glowing gold even worse than before. Mc sucked in a breath. They needed to resist. Just a little more.

 “Saaataan” Asmodeus called in a sing a song way. His voiced leyered by those of his brothers and God. “Why don’t you want to join us?” He asked, and moved his head to the sides, making a small pout. Satan gritted his teeth, at the corner of his eye he saw Leviathan take a step closer to them.

 “Don’t you want to be with us?” Leviathan walked even slower than the others. Satan and mc kept taking steps back, but it seemed like they never got further enough for make a move of their own.

 “Do you not want to be part of our family?” Mammon said with an out of character grin, he was awfully close to them.

 Mc felt a tug on their mind. With every second that passes they were closer to death. Mc pulled onto Satan shirt when he tried to throw himself at Beelzebub and Belphegor who were now almost behind them. Mc. Mc opened their eyes at the familiar yet vague voice of Solomon. Yes! Solomon, is the spell done?!

 “You would no longer feel out of place.” Beelzebub and Belphegor spoke at the same time. Or maybe not. It was hard to know with all their voices mixed like that.

 Not yet, we are close. We just need a couple more minutes…maybe. How are you guys holding up? Solomon asked and Mc had to stop themselves from screaming. This was devastating and the fear was not helping. We lost Lucifer…Satan and I are the only ones left. Please hurry up. Mc felt Satan's arm push them. They were pushed away from the controlled demons. Satan was left in the middle of the circle as the newly transformed angels and Mc looked on. God was also standing out of the circle. But he had a much calmer demeanor compared to them. Mc started to feel like this might be the end, and Satan felt it to, the green glow that was surrounding him disappeared and for a moment his demon form as well. He looked alarmed, scared, before turning back and snarling at God.

 “Son…we just want you to know what is like.” Lucifer spoke.

 “GET AWAY FROM ME!” Satan yelled, his tail whipping away at his family. In his life he had never been so scared. At this moment he should be feeling a wrath like no other but instead…instead he felt so powerless as he watched how his family had been taken one by one by Gods control. He was growing weak and the circle was reducing.

 “My, you have always questioned if you were part of the family…now that I am offering you, in a silver plate no less, to actually join them and share their experiences…you are that ungrateful?” God looked down at Satan, his claw like nails pointed at him as he snarled at the others trying to get them away. He had grown used to seeing the disappointment on Lucifer’s face, but seeing a blank stare and a forced smile on the face of his father made him want to whimper like a dog that had been kicked.

 God extended a hand towards Satan, his already golden eyes started to glow even more. Mc was sure if the man made his eyes glow more they wouldn’t be able to see his face at all. They watched as Satan made a choking sound and brought his hands to his neck. They watched in horror as Satan seemed to realise what was happening and tried to fight back but was stopped by Leviathan getting in between himself and his grandfather. He stopped, Satan didn’t want to hurt his family even if right now they weren’t themselves. At this, God grinned. Pure evil translating from him as he laughed loudly and proudly.

 “Well, I have good news my boy.” He said. Hand firmly held in the air, pointing at Satan. “You are, indeed part of this family. Hahaha, and you shall join them at once.” There were a few seconds of silence as they both puzzled what God had just said, but before either of them could fully grasp it, God began squeezing his hand in the air, it looked like he was choking something but when Mcs eyes fell on Satan the demon wasn’t scrambling for air. No, he was hugging himself as terror and pain painted his features. The demon fell to his knees before letting out a cold-blooded scream.

 “NO!!” Mc screamed from their position. The fear they felt made it immensely difficult to think but right now they knew the needed to do something before Satan was lost as well. Mc yelled so loud they probably hurt their throat. Mc ran towards satan, trying to make their way trough the newly converted angels. But one of them pushed Mc like they didn’t weight anything. Mc fell hard onto their right arm, pain making its way up. But they ignored it as they sat once again up. Eyes falling on Satans weaked and pained state, the brothers making sure nothing could interrupt his transformation and God…God making sure everything Satan was left his body so he could become an empty hollow casket of everything he feared.

 They were weak and their entire body hurt, they were at the brink of tears as they watched how Satan demon form disappeared and he hugged himself, falling on his knees and screaming, but still holding on as best as he could. Satan could feel himself fade away, all that he was and everything he used to be was being erased by his grandfather. He had lost his family and the only thing that was keeping him from being entirely controlled was the thought that Mc would be alone, defenseless, and they would lose someone of importance again. He struggled and screamed but he held on as best as he could. Tears falling from his closed eyes. He wondered if this is what Asmodeous felt when God transformed him, had it been worse? What about his others uncles? Have they felt as much pain as he did? Satan grited his teeth as he tried to fight back.

 “I am getting sick of this.” God spoke, Mc saw the brothers momentarily being realized from Gods control, they fell limp and unconscious to the ground, their angel features slowly fading for the few seconds of freedom they had. Mc called their name, but none of them moved. “You” God’s voice was corroded with hate as his hand was starting to shake. He had retrieved some of his powers back to be able to tame Satan. Whom demon form was even more powerful than his angel form…yet…not powerful enough. “YOU ALL SHALL SERVE ME FOREVERMORE!”

 His voice was echoed in Mc’s head as they watched Satan completely fall to the ground while letting out screams of pain. The last thing Satan saw was Mc as they cried helplessly, knowing they would lose Satan as well. Satan tried so hard to hold on…but at the end…at the end he was swallowed into God’s shining white light.

 Mc watched as Satan lost the fight. They watched as he lost his demon form and white eyes opened. Mc crawled slowly to the closest brother, not wanting God to see them. Mc watched as Mammons wings started to regain their black color, they were starting to turn back to normal. Mc shook his arm, sobs caught on their throat as Satan slowly, but surely got up.

 “Mammon!” They cried. He didn’t move. “Mammon!!” They tried, once again. He didn’t move, at all. Mc sobbed on their hand as they watched God giving Satan a hug…or what used to be Satan. “MAMMON PLEASE!” They yelled. “Hear me denizens of the darkness…” Mc held back sobs, reaching for things they knew would not work, “you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it… Hear me and do as I command.” Mc had to take a breath, trying their best to finish the incantation. “I, Mc, call upon you to send forth one of your number! I summon the Avatar of Greed, Mammon”. Mc sobbed, as Mammon still hadn’t move. They closed their eyes and cried. Mc had lost some of the most important people in their lives. They felt like their heart had been ripped out.

 “Time to deal with this…human.” God spoke with hate and disgust in his voice. They saw as God summoned what seemed to be lighting, accumulating it all on his hand. He was about to throw it at them and they knew they should be running but they didn’t care. The family they had grown so fond of, the family Mc loved so much…they had lost them. Mc sat there, tears falling from their eyes as they awaited the eminent death that was about to rain down on them. There was a silence. The silence before the storm.

 Mc heard God laugh, a triumphant sound. They felt their hair stand signaling the arrival of the lighting. Mc breathed in, then sighed for what was possible to be last one.

 Something, or perhaps someone tackled them. Mc fell to their side feeling the hands of the other person still touching them. Their breathing accelerated and they opened their eyes to see Mammons blue eyes instead of white. Mc still had not processed what had happened when the demon in front of them frowned in pain, weak, tired, but now himself again.

 “Oi…when I told you that next time, I would be the one to save you…I meant it.” His voice was raspy, and tired… but it was his voice. Almost like someone who was drowsy and was just now beginning to fall asleep. Mc couldn’t believe their eyes.

 “Mammon!” Mammon grinned tiredly before being entrapped in Mc’s brace. “You are back!”

 “Wha-WHAT?!” God’s voice was heard. Followed by a groan. “I cannot leave you for a second, can I?”

 Mammon got up, stubbornly and awkwardly, taking a defensive stance in front of Mc, who rose up as well and was making sure he wouldn’t fall.

 “Y-ya really thought you could get…ahg, rid of me that easily?” Mammon spoke, it was evident he didn’t have much force. Mc saw something out of the corner of their eyes. They looked at that direction and saw Beelzebub moving lightly. It was barely notable, but Mc saw it. Their angels’ characteristics had almost completely vanished off from him as well. Mc felt an urge to go and try to help him up as well, but the voice of God was heard again.

 “Oh, for crying oUT LOUD!” God screamed, frustrated, his eyes were fixated on Leviathan, who just like Beel, had close to no angel characteristic. Mc saw in fear as God’s eyes started to burn gold once again, and this time the three demons that were awake started screaming as they started to regain the white from their angel forms. Mc saw as the other brothers who had yet to regain their complete demon form became angels once again and got up. The screams of Beel and Levi soon died as they fell under God’s spell once again. Mammon was the only one left fighting but he was converting way too fast. Mc looked at God, the man was paler than before and his hand was obviously shaking as Mammon fought against him.

 “He needs to control you…or else you turn back into demons.” Mc’s voice was slow and low. Realization of it hitting them like a train.

“OI!” They were still standing behind Mammon. Who was now in his knees with his hands holding his head, almost like he was afraid it would explode. They watched as Mammons wings changed and as the last bit of black turned white, Mammon looked at them. Eyes almost completely white again. “RUN!” His voice ended sounding like that of the seven brothers speaking in unison. But Mc didn’t stay to duel over that. They started running like they had never ran their lives.

 The demons were still there. They were somewhere there, trapped in those angel forms. And if Mc could just hang on long enough for the others to take them out of there, then perhaps they could use Solomon’s powers again and call them to the surface. Or they could make God brake his control long enough for the demons to resurface. Mc kept running. They didn’t care about the sound of footsteps or the voices behind them, or even the memories clouding slightly their judgment. They ran like they have never ran before. Their side hurt and so did their legs. They were out of breath and were knew sooner or later their legs would give out. Mc heard God call their name, he was getting angrier with every second that the human lived.

 Mc ran, and ran, but it wasn’t bound to last. They were angels, they were stronger, faster, it had been a miracle that they had been able to ran so far away. Mc looked behind them for a second, maybe even less, when they did, they noticed no one was following them, confussion made them run slightly slower, but then they hit something, making them fall down. Mc looked up, to find four angels starring down at them with blank expressions. Lucifer made them stand up and face the other direction. He held Mc by the arm, and had them almost bowing.

 “My, really thought you could escape?” God mocked, before looking a Lucifer. The next thing Mc knew was an extreme pain that came after feeling Lucifer make contact with their elbow. Mc screamed and wanted to roll up in the floor or throw up. Lucifer had broken their arm. They stated to feel dizzy and felt tears start to fall as they looked back up. Right in front of them was God standing with the rest of the demons. He looked down on Mc, a malicious grin as he pulled the humans hair. “My, you really are pathetic”. He said in a slow tone, eyes still glowling gold as he looked down at the miserable human.

 Mc knew that if something didn’t happen soon enough they would die. And if they died…who knew what would happen to, not only the demons they now considered family, but those who they have grown fond of in the devildom. Perhaps they could distract God for a couple more minutes, perhaps the man would think that he has finally won and take the chance of making Mc’s dead slow. At this point, even that they would accept, anything to just buy a little more time.

 “You got what you wanted.” Mc spoke between sharp breaths. Perhaps they could drag this, no… They needed to drag this as long as they could. “You have your family back.” Mc wanted to throw up at the thought that Gods mind would be so twisted for what they were about to say be right. “Is that why you did all of this? Just so you could have your family back?” God laughed, perhaps he found Mc’s explanation amusing or he found it insulting. Either way, it seemed like the being actually thought mc was as naïve to believe that.

 “You humans are really…something.” He said, hand massanging his temples. “My family? Please, don’t make me laugh. Family. How despicable, the mere idea of a being like me actually caring or seeing someone else in equal ground.” He scoffed, his eyes closed.

 “If not for that then…why are you doing this?” Mc feign obliviousness. They tried to keep a straight face but the pain shooting from their broken arm made it impossible. With every second it was a little harder to resist the pain.

 “For power, why else?” He looked at Mc with a boring expression. He was very uninterested in giving the human an explination for why he did what he did. It was a constant question he was already tired of hearing the humans ask. It constantly bugged him to the point where he sometimes just wished to annihilate the human species in a demonstration of him doing whatever he pleased. But he didn’t, how else would he amuse with himself if he killed the humans. “I don’t remember giving you permission to speak your last words.”

 “You are gonna kill me anyway! Don’t I deserve an explanation as to why you are doing this? AS to why you love seeing the suffering of others?” Mc pleaded, they sounded angry and it was true. The hatred for the supposed creator of their species had started the moment they heard what he had done to his own daughter, but now…now mc wasn’t sure if they could hate him more. God thought for a few seconds, or perhaps more, Mc wasn’t sure. The only thing they could hear was their own heartbeat as God watched down upon them. Finally God sighed, he turned around, not even facing Mc.

 “No, not really.” Mc widened their eyes. The being in front of them was really just a monster. “Lucifer, you were the one that choose them for that exchange program of Diavolo, right?”

 “Yes.” Multiple voices spoke at once, all coming from Lucifer.

 “Then I think it is nothing less than befitting he be the one to end you, right?” God looked back, only slightly so that the last thing Mc saw was the golden eyes of a cruel father. They felt Lucifer shuffling around behind them and saw Belphegor grab their good arm, making sure the human could not move from place when Lucifer struck down. Mc was sure it was going to be a quick death. God would not leave any loose ends. The closed their eyes in an attempt to forget where they were and what was happening around them. All they wanted to think about was the family they had formed in the devildom as time passed. It was devastating…having seen everyone they loved fall under such pain and now being lost within themselves. This was possibly the third time today death knocked upon their door. Some say the third time is the charm…but that wasn’t always true.

 “Lucifer, go on.” God instructed, mild annoyance pinpointed in his voice. But…still nothing. Mc opened their eyes and peaked behind them, they saw Lucifer standing completely still over them, not moving a single muscle…not even at Gods requests. “Lucifer! Get on with it!” Once again God turned around, Mc saw fury in his eyes. But still Lucifer didn’t move. This caused mc to laugh, loud and long. It was a dry, sarcastic laugh that resonated within them. Tired and hurt, emotionally beaten, losing all hope multiple times within a short time spam yet…God still had not won. “What are you laughing at, human?” His voice carried venom, as his pride got struck and beaten down at the moment.

 “Seems like you underestimated how meaningful family is to some.” Mc paused. “Or perhaps…you are simply not as powerful as you thought.” Mc saw how offended the implication made God. The monster standing in front of them flushed with hatred.

 “That wont be a problem at all once we are back at the celestial realm.” God muttered to himself, unaware that the silence in the room made Mc able to hear every whisper. “Did you really thought you had escaped death? Even if he doesn’t kill you…I will. Consider yourself special, I don’t normally get my hands dirty.” Mc groaned, unable to feel any other emotion other than hate at the moment. They saw as Gods eyes flickered lightly before his eyes started glowing even harder.

 The ground started shaking, uncontrollably. Even the now-angels fell, and something in God’s face told mc this wasn’t his doing. Mc and God looked around at the momentarily commotion. The white walls of the bubble that God had wrapped space and time in was starting to dismantle. Mc was confused for a second before grinning and somehow managing to get up, holding their broken arm, as if it helped with pain. God looked at Mc, his eyes had stopped glowing gold and where now the usual white. It felt liberating seeing how he had seized to use his powers even for a second. God glared at Mc. Somehow them both were still n their feet, even if the place seemed like it would fall on itself at any second.

 “What have you done?”

 “Nothing.” Mc spoke, loud enough so that God could hear them. “I am just a human after all.”

...this was a thicc one to write, remember how i complained about some other chapters and how hard they were write? All that fails in comparison to this beast. I also suck so bad at writing action, lord, i am ashamed of some parts but in all honestly, this could be the best and the worst thing i have ever written so...ill take it. But yeah, next chapter...i have no idea when it will be up. Probably before august hits but...who knows lmao. ALSO!! Turns out i have been writing Asmo name wrong all along and i was super pissed lmaao- But yeah, i really hope y’all enjoyed this chapter, love y’all :3 (also pls be nice to me, i know this chapter is probably shitty in many ways)

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

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[luna666us]

Adventure (Pt.1)

A/N:Hi so this is an X-men fanfiction series that I am creating. I take suggestions and requests thank you and I hope you enjoy

#mutant and proud

adventure-pt2   adventure-pt3

Chapter one: Fire and Ice

They stood against the building with a group of other mutants. The first had wild shiny silver hair. His eyes were a beautiful light brown. A shade that I had never seen in someone’s eyes before, like milk chocolate. His features reminded me of an excited child, his smile never seemed to leave his face, that look of excitement and mischief always in his eyes. His tall frame was well built and strong, yet slim. The boy next to him then had my attention. Not because of the way his hair seemed to be almost golden, or because his lips were always set in a permanent look of boredom, not because his eyes seemed to hold every negative emotion in them at the same time, and not because of the way his body was built perfectly, giving him the build of a god. It was because of his mutation, he had beautiful wings as white as snow, with patches of brown and tan, like angel wings. At the edge of his wings along the bone, on either side are claws. The looks on the peoples faces that look at him is fear. Immediately I’m confused. Why did they fear him. Then again beauty was something to fear, it made you let down your guard, distracts you from the threat at hand. If anything I knew that better than anyone else. I stoped thinking of why I should fear him, once more allowing myself to get distracted again. He looked like an angel, a dark angel, a fallen angel, an archangel. Suddenly as if someone had been watching me stare at him, and had told him, he looks at me. anyone else would have looked away immediately, out fear of what would happen if caught staring at him. However my gaze held, eyes locked on his. It was something I was familiar with. Not something I had done before but had witnessed animals engage in. It was a stare down, a silent  battle for dominance. I cocked my head to the side curiously. He doesn’t look away just yet. I smile at him, which seemed to take him by surprise. I then hear the sound of a familiar howl. I turn my head and standing about twenty miles away staring at me was my best friend Luke. I smirked then I was sprinting towards him. His body immediately bracing for impact. One of my ability’s allowing me to push myself faster than most people can run. I swivel left running towards the building. I run up the side of it on all fours, looking like a dangerous animal about to kill its prey. then once I’m in the right position I launch myself off of the building wall, and tackled Luke. Immediately as we wrestled he rolled us over so that he has me pinned to the grass. “I win.” He exclaimed. I smirk. Then I kick my legs up launching him into the air. His face no longer playful, determination filled his eyes. My smile drops and suddenly I look just as serious. I roll out of the way and take a defensive position on all fours. He lands and I stand up no longer crouched. Slowly we circle each other looking for a hole in the others defense. I no longer care if he can counter attack. I lunge and manage to land a solid roundhouse kick to his gut and he’s sent flying. Neither of us care that the entire population of student on the great lawn are watching. Some worried that we’re fighting but too afraid to do something, so eager to see the outcome of the brawl, some already placing bets, and some just generally curious. Another of my abilities take over and suddenly I’m speeding towards him inhumanly fast but not to the point where you cant see my movements. I make it to him before he hits the wall and I land a blow top his back that sends him flying in the other direction, just like before I’m there before he can hit anyone, suddenly in the air I spin around mid air and kick him downward he hits the ground with a force that creates a loud booming sound and the earth shakes. I land skillfully on the balls of my feet. Cautiously approach him. Suddenly he’s on his feet and he throws a punch landing to my abdomen I keel over but quickly recover, just fast enough to counter his next attack. I dodge his next blow and use my own momentum to jump int the air and wrap my leg around his neck taking him down, he lands on top of me and I put him in a head lock. he struggles a bit but eventually taps my arm twice tapping out. I let him go and he rolls over panting for air. “I win” he it still on the ground on his back. He laughs “I’ll win next time.” He claims. I laugh softly and shake my head slightly. I then reach out and he grabs my hand. I help him up and then I hear the sound of foot steps walking closer. “looks like the mutt got his butt handed to him... again.” I turn and glare at the boy with dirty blond hair in front of me. “leave him alone Jack.” I say angrily. “Or what?” I growl at him taking a step forward, but Luke grabs me by the arm and shakes his head. “he’s not worth it.” He says sounding hurt by the insult previously thrown at him. My growling getting louder, resonating deep in my chest. My eyes flash a bright red. “Tiki lets just go.” My eyes fade back to their usual soft coffee color. “fine.” Luke turn letting go of my arm and starts walking away. “but not before this.” I then roundhouse kick Jack and he is sent flying. I dont even wait to see him hit the ground I just turn and walk off. The bell rings and me and Luke part ways. I sat in the corner of the class room, I had a look of awe on my face as I watched Kurt practice his teleportation abilities. Jean walks over. “What do you like him or something” her voice sounded in my head. I laugh once. “Yes, but not in that way.” I speak back to her through my thoughts. “Then why are you staring.” I turn and look at her. this time speaking aloud. “I’ve always had a thing for mutants with physical mutations. Never had the patience for people who look too... human.” She nods once then waits for me to continue talking. it was the first time I had spoken aloud today so my voice caught a few people off guard including all of Jean’s friends. “I don’t really have a thing for them in that way, I just find it... I don’t really know how to put it. There are plenty of words o could use but none of them combine all of them into one word. It’s not that I find physical mutations weird or anything. It’s more like I find them... well the only word that I can think of is amazing really.” She seems curious now so she sits with me waiting for me to tell her everything. When I dont say anything she speaks. “name some people and explain.” I think for a moment. “It’s not exactly something I can explain.” She looks confused now. Kurt was listening in wanting to know why I found him so interesting when everyone else didn’t. “I dont understand.” She claims for the first time. I laugh softly. “ok. Imagine seeing a big bright butterfly, and you think that it’s beautiful. Then someone asks you to explain why it’s beautiful. Sure you could say that you like its wings or how it seems to light up in the sun. That would be obvious so instead they make you explain why you feel that particular thing is beautiful. You can’t explain that but just... feel.” She nods once in understanding. “so you feel he’s beautiful?” I giggle once. “yes but that is not what we are talking about.” I say. She laughs once and Kurt smiles softly. After a while I find myself standing in the middle of the training mat faceing Alex summers also know as Havok. Jean was reading my mind listening to see how I would play this out. I watched as he threw a punch. It seamed as if time slowed down around me. One moment I’m standing eight feet away the next time slows for everything and everyone but me and quicksilver who is the only one who can see everything happen in explicit detail. I laugh once, and punch him. He’s sent flying but time slows again I speed in front of him again before he hits the ground. I punch him again and speed over to him once more this time kicking him, I keep making it to him before he hits the ground. Punching and kicking. Peter smirks and pulls out his phone and plays smooth criminal. time speeds up again and before he hits the ground I launch myself into the air wrapping my leg around his neck bringing him down on the ground then dirty Diana plays. I slowly straighten out of my crouch. Alex jacknives to his feet with a smirk on his face. “lets get serious then” he says. I pull my leather jacket off and toss it to the side. With a look of determination and excitement fills my eyes. Warren turns off the music and replaces it with his own. I tense my body and crack my neck. I take my defensive position and he does the same. He bulldozes at me and I dodge he turns fast enough to land a good hit to my rib cage. That hard punch nocks the air from my lungs but it only fuels me. I roundhouse kick him and he’s sent flying, he manages to recover from the attack quickly this time. Both of us are an angry blur of punches and other attacks. The beat seems to drop then I’m launched into the air by one of his blows. I twirl through the air my eyes close temporarily then fly open and I grab onto a ceiling beam above me and use my momentum to flip myself onto it. I spring from the beam and turn landing sideways on the wall and push myself off of the wall and launch myself at him. I tackle him and pin him, he managed to switch our positions so that I’m pined and under him. “I win.” I smirk. “dont think so.” I retort. My hand goes up to his shirtless form and electricity flows through my hand electrocuting him. I take his short distraction to my Advantage. Bodies by drowning pool comes on and I can’t help but get hyped by the song that I listened to every weekend. Warren saw me getting hyped and he turns the music up. Alex is on his feet once more. I become a blur and kick him hard and he hits the floor hard. I crouch closer to him. “had enough yet?” I ask cockily. “nope.” Next song is Zombie by Bad Wolves. I was surprised that warren knew all of my favorite songs. once again me and Alex are cautiously circling each other. I make a move and he blocks my punch. He tries to counter with a side kick but I catch his leg and use my last attempt to finally win without using all of my abilities. I kick his other leg out from underneath him and he’s sent into a left split making him cries out in pain. He rolls over holding his crotch. “you win.” He says in pain. “mhm thought so.” I say then I turn and grab my jacket. I turn and reach for warrens phone and search never too late by three days grace. It begins playing and he looks amused. “nice pick.” He says. “well duh I have great taste in music and you obviously do too.” He smirks. “but I already knew that.” I roll my eyes at him and go sit with Jean and Kurt who had joined her. I smile at Jean. “your up.” She gets up and takes her place on the mat facing Jubilee. I sit next to Kurt and watch. he clears his throat and I look at him. “Hello, my Is Kurt” I smile and hold out my hand. “it’s nice to meet finally meet you Kurt, my name is Tiki.” He smiles. And shakes my hand. I watch as Jean is about to make a move and I start talking. “if Jean lands this blow to Jub’s leg then the match is already over for her, but if she manages to dodge then can counter attack with a roundhouse kick knocking Jean to the ground, distracting her long enough to pin her for three seconds ending the match.” Kurt looks at me in amazement. “you got all that just by their stances.” Your offensive and defensive stances can tell you a lot about whats going to happen befor it even happens. He look unconvinced. I smile. “you’ll see.” We both watch the match unfold. Jean moves forward and Jubilee doesn’t see it coming. Jean lands a kick to her calf and we watch as Jubilee begins to fall, Jean gets her in a head lock before she hits the ground, and flips Jubilee over and onto her back on the mat pinning her for three second and Jubilee taps out. I look at Kurt and smile. “told you.” He looks awed. Then my phone chimes, and I pull it out. It was Luke. ‘Glasses or no glasses?’ There is a picture of him wearing a pair of shades and one without them. ‘No shades’ i reply, then I turn my phone off and put it away. After a while I watched as two boys take their places on the mat. Kurt begins talking. “that one on the left is John Allerdyce, he has the power to manipulate fire, and the one on the right is Bobby Drake who can create and manipulate Ice. There code names are Pyro and Iceman.” I watch as Pyro pulls a Zippo from his pocket. It was designed like a shark. I was curious of the outcome of the fight. It was an equal fight, opposite powers. Fire and Ice.

A/n: I will be making a part two, I take requests and suggestions, i’m still looking for a beta reader so if you would like to hit me up and talk about it go right ahead. You are all X-men in my eyes. Have a great week and happy belated Easter.

P.s. I apologize for my horrible grammar and English. I just edited it so we should be good now.

#x-men #John Allerdyce #Peter Maximoff #Bobby Drake #Warren Worthington #Too many amazing characters to list here #mutant and proud #if your actually reading all this then your f***ing awsome #Stay healthy and safe

[shirtlesssammy]

15x14: Last Holiday

Then:

March was so long ago

Now:

Sam’s doing research, Dean’s making burgers, Jack is hitting his existential saving the world phase, and the bunker is falling to pieces.

The brothers head to the basement to investigate the failing plumbing. They find the bunker “grid control center thing thingy”. I believe that is the technical term. Dean decides to channel his inner Sam Wesson and turn it off and on again. And it seems to work! 

Good job, Meat Man!

He heads to his bedroom with his victory beer and burger, only to be surprised by a kindly looking woman folding his Scooby-doo underthings. 

They find out the woman is named--well, she’s called Mrs. Butters. She’s a wood nymph. She lives in the bunker and helps the Men of Letters. She cleans, does laundry, cooks, and reinforces mid-century misogynistic stereotypes, you know, the usual. 

The brothers find out that she thinks it’s the year 1958. Dean breaks the news that it’s actually 2020. (From a 1958 perspective, 2020 seems SO FAR in the future. WTF?) Mrs. Butters is confused and horrified. She asks about the Men of Letters she cared for. They’re all dead, Dean informs her. 

“That’s why they didn’t come back,” she responds. It seems that when the Men of Letters never came back from the ceremony, she placed the bunker and herself in standby mode. Mrs. Butters is upset at learning about the passage of time, but instantly jumps into caretaker mode, noting it’s been an age since they’ve had a home cooked meal or celebrated the holidays (she also seems to think that they don’t wash their clothes, but I can’t imagine either Sam OR Dean as anything but mostly clean.)

She then activates her magic to bring the bunker to full power. The monster radar on the map table starts chirping. 

Dean’s super excited about the new development, but Sam is a bit skeptical. Dean assures Sam it’s ok, and if it’s not, they’ll deal with it. They decide to head out on a vamp hunt, but Dean tells Jack (through his door) that they have a guest and she’s making snickerdoodles. 

During Sam and Dean’s Impala broment, Sam wonders if it’s the best idea to have Mrs. Butters in the bunker. Dean doesn’t see the problem. “Ignoring your trauma doesn’t make you healthy,” Sam points out. (F U C K --i am ded) 

Mrs. Butters makes Jack a sandwich. 

Meanwhile, two vamps living the Big Swig life are quickly dispatched by Sam and Dean Winchester. (Note: They were drinking blood from blood bags, not from people. Were they really that bad? What happened to the gray area of hunting, SAM???? I only say this because I think this is highlighting the true evil of the Men of Letters...and Sam and Dean, super excited for their own toys for once, don’t stop to think about their actions.) 

They come home to find the bunker decked out for the Christmas season. (HEARTS to the map table with a giant tree and train set.) Mrs. Butters even made cookies. JOY TO THE WORLD INDEED!

Breakfast in the bunker brings a skeptical Sam, a millennial Jack (I think he’s really a zennial?), and a nightshirt adorned Dean ready for breakfast made by Mrs. Butters. 

(Dean’s nightshirt gag was funny as a cartoon, but less funny as the promos rolled out, and just fell flat during the episode itself.) Mrs. Butters wonders what Jack is, and then hands him a magic smoothie. 

Suddenly the bunker alarm goes off and Dean’s in Ghostbuster mode. “We got one!” Dean exclaims and the brothers head out on a lamia hunt. 

Jack stays behind to drink smoothies and help Mrs. Butters with the dishes. 

Mrs. Butters asks about Jack’s dad, Lucifer, but Jack only tells her about his family --Sam, Dean, Cas, and….Mary. He confesses to killing her. Mrs. Butters’ response is GOLD. She appears to sympathize with Jack. She tells Jack that life gives us second chances, and then offers him another magic smoothie. 

HUNTING AND HOLIDAY MONTAGE ALERT

Later, while drinking another smoothie, Jack finds Mrs. Butters rifling through some files in the library. He then heads to investigate what she was looking at. In the drawers he finds an old file on Mrs. Butters, and a film reel.

The film reel shows a smug Cuthbert Sinclair recounting the recovery of a wood nymph from a Thule (Nazi) laboratory. Our domestic, smiling Mrs. B was responsible for the deaths of at least two hundred Nazi soldiers before she was restrained. Apparently wood nymphs are docile until their home and family are threatened. Cuthbert introduces Mrs. B in the reel: she’s “agreed” to join the Men of Letters for “service and security.” She then proceeds to rip the head off a bound Nazi and offer up tea and cookies. Jack recoils in horror. 

Jack runs to warn Sam, but Mrs. B reveals that Sam is getting ready for a hot date. WITH EILEEN!!! Sam comes out, dressed to the nines in a collared shirt, tie, SWEATER VEST, and nice coat. Good lord, Sam! <3

Mrs. B drops a quick fact on Dean: she fixed his broken TV. Dean’s eyes light up. The DEAN CAVE IS OPERATIONAL! This is sufficient distraction for Dean. 

As Dean runs off, a concerned Jack decides to follow Mrs. B down to the demon dungeon. He confronts her with the film reel evidence. “How did it make you feel?” she asks him, not at all surprised that he’s found her out. She thinks he enjoyed watching the agony on screen, and that he’s a danger to Sam and Dean.

Jack protests that he would never hurt the Winchesters and we get an extremely close up shot of a distraught Mrs. B asking Jack if he thinks they keep him locked up to keep other people safe. (I imagine Mrs. B asking, “Is getting locked up to keep the world safe a normal thing? Asking for a friend.”) She mojo-chucks Jack against a wall! He’s as weak as a puppy and fails to fight back.

She smiles at him. All those smoothies were full of nephilim-depowering goodness, chock full of vitamins, arrowroot, and JAWBONE. She’s going to rid the world of all monsters, starting with the ones in the bunker.

She greets Dean in the kitchen with a fresh grilled cheese sandwich. “You’ll need your strength so we can go kill Jack,” she tells him calmly.

“Damn it,” Dean bursts out when she pulls out the archangel blade. “We had a good thing going but of course you had to go full Nurse Ratched.” He suggests an alternative plan: free Jack and continue their blissful new cohabitation as one big happy family. Cut to a little while later - and Dean winds up locked up alongside Jack.

Mrs. B greets Sam when he gets home and gives him the quick summary: Jack’s controlling Dean’s mind and she has them both trapped so they can be killed. How efficient! Sam plays along enough that I don’t notice in the first viewing that he’s shed his tie and unbuttoned that collar after that date! 

Back in Sam’s room, he calls Dean who is...still trapped in the room with Jack. WITH his phone. I guess Mrs. B doesn’t understand cell phones? Also, Dean didn’t call to give Sam a head’s up so he could enjoy his date. Dean Bean, the support is nice to see. What a hopeless ROMANTIC, though.

The Winchesters have gotta take out Mrs. B, and both admit that they just never quite got around to researching HOW. I mean, there was Christmas and Thanksgiving and BOXING DAY breakfast… Dean tells Sam to start with the console in the boiler room while he and Jack try to escape. 

Jack offers to use his power to escape. When Dean shoots down that plan, Jack proposes that Dean still thinks of him as a monster. Dean uses his words! He hasn’t forgotten what happened to Mary, and he still has some anger, but he’s not going to let Jack die!

Sam stalks Mrs. B through the bunker and when he finds her, he hilariously hides his gun behind his back. And reader, I…. I don’t know. I think that sweater vest is getting to me because I have gone full on Velma with this shot. LOOK AT THAT BIG LUG!

For Velma Heart Eyes Science:

Mrs. B traps Sam and offers to help him understand, the same way Cuthbert helped her to understand. And no, it’s not with snuggly kittens and cookies! Sam argues for Jack. He’s a kid who’s already undergone way too much trauma in his short life! (I agree!!!) Mrs. B does NOT agree with this assessment. Pulling from Cuthbert’s playbook, she pries a fingernail off of Sam. It’s gooey! There are sound effects! While re-watching this scene, I actually put my hand over my eyes. It’s fine! 

Dean tries to use the blade to hack the cuffs off of Jack, but his attempt is useless. He just blasts Jack against a wall instead. That gives him an idea, though. “Pain is just weakness leaving the body,” Dean counsels Jack, positioning him in front of the exit door. He hacks at the cuffs again, throwing Jack against - and through the door. Well…...ooookay.

Now free, Dean and Jack head for the console and hit the reset button. The bunker turns a worried red and Mrs. B corners the three of them in the library. She’s going to stop Jack and save them! Sam tells her that Cuthbert TORTURED her to bend her to the Men of Letters cause. She can’t kill Jack!

“He can save the world,” Dean tells her. The whole mission of the Men of Letters is to do just that! (No pressurrrrrrrre, Jack!) That’s the magic phrase for Mrs. B, though. She breaks down in tears, and relents. In the end, she still loves the Men of Letters she knew (even if she entered into it in an entirely awful way). 

A little while later, she’s healed Sam’s hand and bids them farewell. She longs for the forest. When she leaves, the magic of the bunker will be diminished once again. But that’s fine! Dean just needs a grill and a nice TV room to take his honey on a date, amirite? Also, Dean doesn’t need fancy map tables and “whatever that telescope thing is.”

“It’s an interdimensional geoscope,” she corrects him carefully. Dean protests: he looked through it recently and didn’t see anything! “That’s not good,” Mrs. B proclaims softly. I hand her the Understatement of the Year Award.

Mrs. B counsels Dean to eat his vegetables, Sam to cut his hair, and Jack...to save the world. She whooshes out.

Later, Sam tries to tease out Jack’s feelings. Jack’s worried. For a supposed god-killing machine, he was easily trapped. Dean interrupts this existential crisis by arriving in the library with a covered cake stand. Whipping off the cover, we see Dean’s made Jack A BIRTHDAY CAKE! They put a single candle in it because OMG Jack is just a little baby. 

Dobby the Quote Elf:

We fought the devil. I killed Hitler. I think we can handle a few old pipes

Meat man coming to town!

Ignoring your trauma doesn’t mean you’re healthy

We all do things we’re not proud of but life gives us second chances and it’s our obligation to hold onto them.

Somebody’s shopping at Ambercrombie and bitch

Tell you what we’re gonna do. We’ll go downstairs… We’ll let Jack go. Forget this ever happened

Dang it. Dang-- Damn-- Damn it!

I’ve already had one monster take my family from me. I won’t have it happen again

He loves that apron

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