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komorezuki · 12 days

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Time for crack theories. Has anyone already supposed that Metatron can be really the God themselves?

Disclaimer: no one hecked my English spelling today so there must be many mistakes. I 'd appreciate it if you point out my mistakes in dm. (￣▽￣人)

Where are your arguments Kmrzk, you can ask. Well, first, I thought about his nature and I think he is not an archon, he is something other. Let's look at his nature again: he was never a human, he is above all angels and is still missing in the employee database. He is the Voice of God. "To speak to me is to speak to God. I am the voice of the Almighty."

Ok it's curious but not enough. What if I can give some assumptions about his actions? What if it was Almighty's actions?

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I don't believe he is evil. Can we assume that his conversation with Azicrow was a testing of them all? Almighty definitely knows all they both did, because this is, you know, ALMIGHTY. What does She like to do? TESTING. She is testing Her children, and She has the ineffable plan blablablabla. She gives free will to people to see what they will choose. The same is about Azicrow. She is just looking at what they will choose.

The trial

Metatron's conversation during the trial. Seems he is the boss there (he really is). I always thought why Gabriel cant decide, and I think he can and he knows it. I am the only First Order archangel, I'm the only one in this department who has a degree in ass-kicking, I went to Ass-Kicking University and something something. Angels are testing him trying to frighten by the Fall, and he is like ok drop me and what's next? i am still saying nah. Even the threat of memory erasing can't make him change his mind. Testing is passed, I guess. Gabriel is free, and he will not be pursued.

Michael/Uriel

PROBABLY Almighty/Metatron (i will say "A/M" about they both in the future) also tests Michael and Uriel. At least their hunger of power. They fight for being in charge. And Michael treats Azi. Then A/M arrives and says "fuck you michael an fuck you uriel too you can't even do anything".

Of course, as an angel, Uriel worries about doing Good and Right Things. And A/M is like "we will see. Fuck off you all and by the way I am going to make this soft principality your boss, so deal with it. Let's look at what you will do". Archangel's testing goes on, and I am wondered if they will pass it.

Muriel

They are really an open-minded angel. All that you need is giving them knowledge. And that's what A/M does.

Conclusion

My opinion: M is either God's incarnation or an executor of God's will. He is associated with Sunday from the book "The Man Who Was Thursday" (@kayleefansposts thank you for this). Anyway, Almighty and M are on the same side, and M knows what he does. I think that the final goal of A/M's testing is pushing to the realization of the free will and making their own plans and decisions. That's what Gab did, that's what Azi has to do. That's what other angels can (or can't) do.

But where are demons here???

As you see, I didn't include demons in A/M's to-do list, and that's for the reason. Demons have already made their own decision and fall for that. They passed this test by default, and A/M literally says this about Crowley. Also notice that Saraqael isn't tested. Another argument in favor of my demon!Saraqael theory.

BONUS

M ingested things in his time, but he wasn't a human. What if we consider M as God's avatar? That happened at once, you know, there was a guy who said like "love each other" and so on. By the way, he promised to come back. And that's what M is preparing. The Second Coming is started by Jesus 2.0. Do what you want with it.

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mrssullivan · 4 years

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Uncharted fanfiction (young Nate and Sully)

So here it is, my very first fanfiction story :-D :). Hope you’ll enjoy it.

Story: Uncharted fanfiction

Count of words: 1717

Characters: Young Sully and Nate

Location: A hidden place in a small California town

Summary: After Nate and Sully had escaped the Marlowe’s men in Columbia they decided to lay low for a while. They had spent six months there while a lucrative job offer came...

Warnings: Dirty jokes, Story may contain some mistakes (especially with past tenses) due to English isn’t my native language. If you’ll find any mistakes, please let me know :)

Chapter 1: Small beginnings...?

With sun hidden under the horizon the air became more fresh and breathable. After another hot sunny day here – in a small city in California - the moments after the sunset were the best part of the day. Especially for Nathan Drake. He loves when the sun is going down losing its power, people are going out to enjoy themselves and he is wandering among all of it. He felt the freedom of life. 'So, the night life has begun', he thought. This time of the day used to be kinda dangerous for Nate a few months ago when he was living at the streets. But this sort of life seems to be over now. It had been six months when Nate first met Victor Sullivan. An „old man“ - he could be in his late thirties or early forties now – who saved Nate's life back then at the runaway from the museum in Columbia. 'That was a mess!', he thought while he was reaching for a ring at his chest. 'Sic parvis magna.', Nate fell into the memories. The things has developed so fast since then. After they'd escaped the Marlowe's men at the museum and becoming associates with Sully they had to disappear. Marlowe and her men had been still after them so they ended up here to lay low for a while. Thanks to Sully's friends they'd leased a small bungalow for a fine price.

A sound of church bell got Nate back to the ground. He looked up at the church clock. It's just showed 10 PM. 'I should go home!', Nate thought, so he turned back and started heading towards his refuge.

'A home...'. This word stopped Nate's thoughts for a second. Has he ever had a home? His mother had died when Nate was really young and his father had given up his hold on Nate and his older brother Sam, so they both ended up at the St. Francis' Boy's Home. No, Nate hasn't had a home at all. After leaving the orphanage and with Sam working wherever in the world, he became a „street's kid“ and started living on his own. But now it's different. Nate had to used to share his life with Sully which was difficult sometimes.

Sully is a tough guy who hasn't been living his life in a legal way either. But he can defeat an enemy in a fist combat or with a revolver in his hand. He's talkative, inteligent and it seems he must have friends all over the world, so it's clear he can take care of himself. Nate wasn't thinking about it before but it had to be difficult even for Sully. He was used to be on his own too, doing illegal jobs and now he had to look after a 15-year-old teenage. ''I said he's crazy old man“, said Nate to himself and smiled. After those months they've become a sort of friends. Nate hasn't realised it yet but Sully has become a father-figure to him.

As Nate was getting closer to the bungalow he smelled a smell of cigar getting out from the house through the open window. „So typical...“, smiled Nate. He would bet he had seen Sully with a cigar more times than without it. He unlocked the door and entered the house but he immediately regreted it and started coughing. The whole house was smoky and it was hard to breathe in there. „Sully, what the hell?“, coughed Nathan. „Is that your cigar or are you about to cook us a dinner?“, continued Nate towards a tall Sully's figure obscured in a mist of his cigar.

„Sorry, kid, I opened the window just a minute ago.“, answered Sullivan and pensively continued looking at some papers lying on the table in front of him. „Huh.“, mumbled Nate. „Or...“, started Nathan provocatively, „...you're trying to hide a female parfume, aren't ya'?”. Nate knew that he's just poked the bear but he also knew that he would get Sully's attention thanks to that. And he was right. Sully raised his head up from the papers and looked at Nate. Nathan could see both in Sully's grey eyes at that moment – an anger, which was a reaction to a provocative and ironic way how Nate had said that comment, and a shame because Sully knew very well what Nate was talking about.

Nate grinned but that last week's „accident“ was quite shocking for him too. As wise people say „what has been seen, cannot be unseen“. Nate came home that night, ignoring the world, with headphones in his ears and a walkman pretty loud. So he didn't have a chance to recognise that Sully had had „a visit“. Nate realised it when he raised his head up and saw shocked Sully with his redhead „visit“ trying to quickly cover their naked bodies under the bedsheets.

„You never stop enjoyin' that, aren't ya'?”, asked Sully irritatedly.

Nate already knew that Sully has a kinda soft spot for women but he could't understand that women have a soft spot for Sully too. 'What do they like on him?', Nathan often asked himself. 'Do they like kissing with an ashtray? Or do they like that creepy mustache?' Those are questions Nate probably will never find an answer. 'The fact is that Sully must have some kind of magical power that makes him irresistable for women.', finished Nathan his thoughts about naughty Sullivan.

„Actually, I've had nightmares after that.“, answered Nate with typical teenage provocative accent. „Goddamn, kid...“, mumbled Sullivan. He already knew that there is no chance to have a serious discussion with a teenage boy, especially when it comes to relationships with women. So he decided to change the topic. „I think we got a job, kid.“, Sully stood back from the table, grabbed the papers and sat down next to Nate. „I thought we're lying low?“, said Nate with both confusion and curiosity in his voice.

„Well, we were,“, said Sully, „but my friends had confirmed me there's no moves from Marlowe for more than a month. So I think it's time to stop lyin' low, don'cha think?“, smiled Sullivan and either did Nate. They both have had enough hiding.

„I also thought you might like this.“, said Sully and gave Nate one list of the paper. Nathan started examining the content. There was a photo of an old journal – or something that used to be a journal. It was musty, most of its lists were missing, the dark brown leather cover was damaged and dirty, still carrying a small lock on its side though. „What is that?“, asked Nathan, „Someone's childhood journal which had been lying in a mud for fiftheen years?“, said Nate and sounded dissapointed. He hoped in something bigger. „Almost,“, answered Sully slyly. Now he is enjoying the moment. „But there's one little difference. It had been lying at the bottom of the Atlantic ocean for more than seventy years.“

'What? It can't be...“, thought Nathan and looked at Sullivan disbelievengly. „Do you know Robert Ballard?“, asked Sully and Nate's thoughts were confirmed. „You mean that oceanographer who found the shipwreck of Titanic?“ „The one and only.“, answered Sully and smiled. They both were enjoying the moment, feeling an excitement in the air.

“Ballard will host a great ball,“, continued Sully, „as an opening ceremony for the very first 'Treasures of the Titanic' exhibition at the museum in New York City in two weeks. However our journal won't be a part of this exhibition and it's lock down at the museum's storage room. I've gotta friend there. He's able to provide us two invitations to the ball and with his help we'll just sneak out from that high society carnival and get to the storage room.“, Sully's voice sounded excitedly. He's been out of business for too long and he's missed it. „So, wat'cha think, kid? The client's gonna pay us well.“

That was something Nate didn't understand. „Who is our client, Sully?“, he asked.

„Why?“, Sully has never asked too many questions about the job or client. „I mean, why would anyone pay us for something what's practically useless? The major part of the journal is missing and I really doubt there's something left written on remaining lists after those years in the ocean.“, Nate wasn't trying to hide his dubiety. „Look closer.“, encouraged him Sully. Nate followed his advice and there it was. It was hard to see it at the first sight but when Nate focused at the journal's cover he finally saw it. A dingy sign – a polytope and a pair of compasses lying opposite to each other with a big letter 'G' in the middle. Nate looked at Sully with a stunned face. „You gotta be kiddin'!...The Freemasons?“ „That's why I thought you might be interested in it.“ They both looked at each other and again they both felt the same excitement, an inner shiver that made their heartbeats went faster. They were deffinitely facing something big. „So, kid,“, continued smiling Sully, „ya' in?”. “And how do we get there?“, continued Nate asking questions. „We can't afford to buy ourselves the flyin' tickets to NYC, right?“ „Don't be worry about the flyin' tickets, Nate.“, ensured him Sully. „It's done. Flyin' tickets will be prepared.” “What? How so quickly? Your friends again?“, Nate still didn't understand that Sully has so many friends from around the globe. Suddenly he remembered one particular moment from the last week's “accident“ - a flight attendant's uniform lying on the ground. „Waaaaaaait!!“,yelled Nate like he's just discovered a famous lost city. „That redhead is that friend of yours, right? So we got the tickets thanks to....that she was checking your....'passport' here?“, started Nate provocatively again and started laughing. Sully knew he has no chance to end this dialogue seriously so he started doing dirty jokes too. „Yea and thanks to the 'passport' control I was allowed to board the plane.“, he smiled back and put a cigar into his mouth. „But you still haven't answered to my question. You in that job, kid?“ „I'm in!“, answered Nate decidedly and slowly stopped laughing. „Can I get that 'passport control' from the redhead too?“ „Nate!...“

#uncharted #uncharted fanfiction #nathan drake #young nate drake #victor sullivan #young victor sullivan #young sully #victor goddamn sullivan

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sadinbern · 7 years

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Bye...

You're sitting at your desk,you know its time to go. You've said you're over a million time, but this time you know for sure its real! You're tired, you're just so very TIRED your parents pissed you off like school wasn't bad enought today. You go to get the rope or the knife or the gun or just put ever you choose to use, because you're ready. You think its a game the first one death, is the first one who wins. No ones home, it's the perfekt time you're ready, if you don't do it now you're just going look down at yourself even more forever, you gonna hate yourself more than ever. No one knows. No one will know. Until later on set off getting a paper and a pen you got the video camera and a chair you're standing on the chair. You dicide to go with the rope. You're gone instanly and it makes no noises. One side of the rope is tie to the top your stomach the other is already around your neck. You know it't for real this time, you feel it. You turn on the video camera and you just stare at the red light blinking oppon your eyes. Mom and Dad... I'm sorry! I don't know why i'm sorry, but I'm sorry. I just can't do this anymore I can't... dont even who I am anymore. I've lost myself, and i'm seem i'm to tired to find my way back. Please don't play me yourself please! I love you both please tell me the same. Stay strong and stay safe! I'll see you all soon. You say sorry to your bestfriend because you wont be there for him anymore specially when he needs you more than ever, you say sorry that everyone you can think of even yourself. You're sorry for not beeing strong anymore, you're sorry for breaking down you're sorry for putting them trough. So much pain in there life, you stair, ones again on that red light oppon your eyes. One foot is off the chair now as you begin to melth the world goodbye. You have the full control to turn off the camera in your right hand. You're put your finger on the off button, you click that button and you see this like it's off. You go off. Both feet are now off the chair. That chair is on the floor the room is filled with silence. You're dead! You're gone! There is no going back, everything is over. You don't have to live in pain anymore but everyone else will. What did your parents gonna think. Whats about your little brother or your little sister. What they think you gonna do. You're gone, you're dead there is no going back you have finished your life because that person you liked only thought of you was a friend you ended your life because that one teacher was harder on you than anyone else in the class, because she knew that she were the only one that is going somewheres life. Your parents are home now they call your name telling you that they home just like they normally do when everyday get home, but something is different you don't answer, they don't hear your voice they get worried. You always answer?! They come upstairs, thinking you're sleeping or showering. Your mom open your bedroom's door and screams at the top of her lungs she instantly passes own. Your little sister comes up after her, she screams: Daddy help! She runs over you hidding you begin you to wake up. WAKE UP! Wake up please stop wake up, and she don't answer. You're not waking up, you're gone. You're dead there is no waking up there is no going back. Your dad coming upstairs and all he can do is stair you watches his babygirl swing back in the rope, he sees the videocamera and he sees the chair but you doesn't move. He cries. Your dad NEVER cries. He picks up the phone and call 911. He can badly speak the words. My daughter kill herself. He's in tears. Your little sister stairs at your dad he hangs up and she jump right into your daddy's arms crying harder than ever. She's to young to understand completly but she knows you're gone. She knows you're dead and she knows you're never coming back. Everything is over. The cops finally arrive they take your mom out of your room they pushed your dad and your sister out of your room another sitting in a living room, they take your body down of those ropes. They cover your body and out you go. Just like that a blic in a eye everything happens and everything was over. You're gone you're dead there is no goingback. Nothing is the same. Two weeks are passed and your mom stairs out the window more than half of the day sometimes even the whole day your little sister don't go to school your dad was forst to go work for all the girl you awake. Evenshely they go back into your room your door wasn't open for two months the rope is still on the floor the same place the cops put it and the video camera is still sitting on the table. They don't even there to watch that video it would never been seen. They slowly pick up the ropes and throw it in the garbage your mom basicly in tears they brush up your bed. Making it new they do this every morning after you wented to school. Your desk was empty. On the desk was a paper with the words: have a good day mom and das remember this smile. You pretended to be so happy. You're bed was made and your room was clean they shut the door and i mean SHUT. Your school was still understressed you thought no one cared and you thought no one knew this do. Remember that girl who was your laughtpartner yes she cuts her arms because she think it is her fault that you died. Remember that boy, that trept you by accident looked at you ans he didn't say sorry ja he's in do a selftherapy 5 days a week in a hospital because he feels a smile could of saved your live and he think give that to you do you remember that teacher that was hard on you that day she quit her job because she thought she can't teach anymore. You're gone, you're dead, there is no going back. Four years have passed now your little sister is now fiftheen years old she started a club in her school secrets is what she calls him the club is only for kids to speak their hearts that anyone judging them. They get say anything they want to and talk about anything the needed to they always have someone to talk to. That was your problem . You don't wanna talk to anyone you kept everything inside of you. You act you was the happiest person on the world you act you have a perfekt life. You played that happy caracter so well! That even you started to believed it you would be so happy all day and you soon as you sitting on your bed that night the thoughts came back a little fight between you and your parents could set you off everything was deep in you many years. You just hate your limits. You're gone, you're dead,there is no going back. Your room will never be used. Your mom still cries every single night your dad is in depressing part and your little sister never grow up with you by her side moving her in the right direction. She needed you. Your bestfriend is still turn up he needed you. Your parents don't know what to do anymore. They needed you. Your school now has a club to teach all the kids not to do the same mistake you did. Your life was good. And you took it away in a blink of an eye. All you needed was a smile. It was all you needed to show you. Everything will be okay.thought You gone just no people cared. People always have cared. And people always will care. You was to blind to see that like them. You were just to cut up in the fact that you thought no one cared. When the truth was more people cared about you than you ever thought they would. And you know it sucks. It sucks that you see that now that you're gone and you didn't see that when you was still here. It would never be the same. A girl was gone. A special girl. A girl with thoughts no one cared. Everyone cared! I promise you! They care they always have cared and they always will care. We loved you and no matter what we will still always loved you.......

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