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satansapostle6 · 4 months

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The Man Who Sold The World | Luke Castellan

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Katherine. She was the one who started it all for Luke Castellan, the reason he did what he did.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter One

Chapter Two: …And Into the Mist

“So, what’s next?” Luke asked, looking to Katherine in the driver’s seat of the stolen Camaro. “Now that I’m officially an accessory?”

“Aw, you’re being modest,” Katherine joked. “Without you, who would’ve been the lookout?”

“You seriously planned that?” he narrowed his eyes at her.

“Of course,” she scoffed, speeding down to the motel.

“But, you didn’t even ask me to come work you,” he pointed out.

“I’ve been doing this a while,” she sighed, pulling into the motel parking lot.

“So you steal cars wherever you go?” he asked, his tone more conversational than accusatory.

“Last one got destroyed in a fight with a griffin, so I needed a new one,” Katherine explained. “I saw the keys locked in this one on the way up here. So, I took the opportunity.”

“You’re very observant,” Luke noticed. “You were never trained?”

“Better; I’ve been on my own since I was twelve.”

“Fair enough,” he sighed, understanding her experiences. “So, are you gonna tell me what this hunt is that we’re supposed to be going on?”

Katherine readied herself for a long conversation as the two of them headed back into the dirty motel room.

“Alright. Lemme ask you this; if you could answer to someone other than the gods, would you?” she crossed her arms.

“What are you saying?” Luke looked up at her as he sat down, bewildered.

“I’m saying… wouldn’t you go for a regime change if you could?” she posed a question.

“Is that even possible?” he asked her.

“Yeah. It is,” she nodded. “You could serve someone who isn’t your father, or Zeus.”

“What makes you think I don’t like my father?” Luke asked cautiously. “Or, Zeus?”

“Well, for one, you’re here,” she pointed out, “And I didn’t even have to take anything off.”

“You’re telling me that was an option?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Look. When you told me you were a child of Hermes, I saw the way you looked, and I filled in the blanks for myself,” Katherine Montalvo stated. “The gods don’t give a shit about us. You went unclaimed, or at least unnoticed. Tell me if I’m wrong.”

There was nothing but a decent pause, as Luke considered what she said.

“Look, I know how it goes. I didn’t know my mother was my mother until I was thirteen. I had to figure out being a demigod on my own,” she frowned. “Even with my father being the asshole he was, she hardly lifted a fucking figure to help me. Look at all the unclaimed, and the shit goes on all over the world; the gods don’t care about us!” she exclaimed.

Luke sat for a moment, listening to her words.

“They don’t care about anyone!” she reasoned. “They’ve never been parents to any of us. They don’t give a shit about us! But imagine if we could get on their level! Imagine if no one could ignore us!”

Luke felt just as broken and downtrodden as she did. He’d known for years, ever since he was a child, that life had been unfair. He’d often wished when he was younger that he could do something about it, and fight for some sort of attention from his father, which was something he’d since given up on.

Not only did he find the prospect of somehow becoming as powerful as the gods to be appealing, but he was also lured by the darkness of Katherine’s eyes. There was something strangely manic about her, a raw sort of energy that he found hypnotic and contagious.

“Listen. I’ve been hearing this… voice. Like how I heard my mother’s, but it wasn’t hers.”

Luke Castellan met her eyes in shock, her words resonating with him.

“Wait. This voice,” he spoke up, “What’s it like?”

“The voice,” Katherine explained, “It’s deep, and… jarring. Like nothing I’ve ever heard before. It… it knows things. And it’s shown me things I could never dream of before.”

“Like, things that could make you more powerful?” Luke questioned. “Things that turned out helpful?”

“You hear him too,” she realized, searching his face in wonder. “Kronos. He speaks to you, too.”

“Kronos?” Luke asked. “The Titan? That’s who it is?”

“Yeah. He calls out to me, Luke. If I’m the one who resurrects him, glory and power are mine.”

“So, he really does speak to you, too!” he concluded. “He wants you to bring him back,” he whispered.

“Luke, we could bring him back,” Katherine scoffed. “Together, we could be the ones who help him rise back to power. Do you know what kind of rewards we’d get for that sort of thing?!”

“So it’s real,” he concluded. “Kronos chose us to be his soldiers.”

“Yeah. He did,” she insisted. “Together, we could bring him back, and be gods in the new world! If we succeed, we don’t have to answer to the gods, we could take their place!”

“That’s what I’ve always wanted,” Luke confided in her. “My whole life, I’ve just been a shadow. Why should my father and the other absentee landlords on Olympus get to stand in the spotlight?”

“Then what’s the issue? Help me find him. There are clues all over! If we listen to the voice, we can find him, and bring him back!”

“Alright. I’ll come with you,” he decided. “When I get back, I’ll tell everyone at camp I was on the quest. What did any of them ever do for me anyways?” he said bitterly.

“That camp is bullshit,” she scoffed. “You think the god of wine cares about demigods? Everyone knows he’s just there on a punishment. I’ve met demigods who’ve left Camp Half-Blood. They’re happier making it on their own.”

“Really?” Luke asked. “Who?”

“I’ve met a few. But I remember meeting Emma Pacheco, and Leo Jordan in Texas.”

“Oh. I remember them,” Luke realized. “She’s a daughter of Athena, and he’s a son of Hephaestus, right?”

“She’s a daughter of Athena, and he’s dead,” Katherine remembered. “He died in a Gorgon attack. I tried to help him, but… I couldn’t. Emma was devastated.”

Luke looked at her sympathetically, realizing that battle scars tended to run deeper.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a low, apologetic tone. “I’ve lost people too.”

“When I was younger, I thought living my life on the road would be easier. I thought I’d never have to know anyone long enough to care, and then, I’d never get hurt.”

Luke thought for a moment, finding that was mostly his experience in the brief amount of time he’d spent on his own as a child.

“But, that wasn’t how it happened?”

“The longer you’re on the road, the more people you meet,” she sighed, “Even if you don’t know them long. Eventually, you see more people die than most people do in a lifetime.”

“I can’t imagine it’s safe leaving the camp for that long,” he reasoned.

“That, and demigods aren’t known to live long anyways,” Katherine stated. “This lifestyle in general, it… it pretty much only ends one way.”

“Then, why do you do it?” he questioned. “Why don’t you, I don’t know… live a normal life?”

“‘Normal’?” she scoffed. “As a demigod?”

“Yeah. I guess we don’t get a whole lot of options,” he agreed understandingly.

“I dropped out of the sixth grade. My dad was an addict. I’m not giving up much by hunting monsters,” she said humorously. “At least this way, I’m helping somebody.”

“I get that,” Luke offered. “I really do.”

“Yeah. We don’t have many options,” Katherine reasoned, “So Kronos is our best bet.”

“So, what’s our first move?” he asked. “Where’s our first stop?”

“In my dreams, I saw the Underworld,” she told him.

“So you’ve had those dreams too?” he questioned.

“Yeah.”

“What else did you see?” he wondered.

“I don’t know. For me, the visions come gradually. I think we need to get on the road,” she thought, “Both of us.”

“You think that’ll work?” Luke asked, frustrated with the vague dreams and voices.

“I’ve never been able to force the voice. I something just has to trigger it,” she rationalized.

“Katherine. This is crazy. I just met you,” Luke thought aloud. “I have no idea how long we’ll be gone. They’ll never believe I’m on the quest. I finished it almost a week ago.”

“I have an idea,” she proposed. “I have a car, I’ll drive you back to New York. You can find a new excuse, and get us some supplies, and we can go off and find Kronos.”

“Yeah, but where?” Luke demanded. “Where do we even start?”

“Well, I wasn’t completely sure, but I was thinking I’d try the Underworld,” Katherine suggested.

“The Underworld? Without a plan?” Luke asked skeptically.

“Despite me carrying you through the woods on my back for two days straight, I think we have a shot,” she frowned.

Luke considered the idea for a moment.

“Alright. I’ll stock up on supplies and weapons at the camp, and then we’ll go to the Underworld. I just don’t know how we’ll get there,” he frowned.

“Easy. There’s an entrance in Central Park,” she informed him.

“There is?” Luke asked.

“Yeah. The Door of Orpheus,” Katherine replied.

“But, don’t you need music to open it?” he recalled.

“Yeah. I can sing,” she nodded.

“Can you?”

“Yeah. I can,” Katherine smiled sarcastically.

Both of them were alerted by a loud, aggressive knock on the door.

“Housekeeping!” a man’s voice shouted.

Luke went to get the door, as Katherine quickly grabbed him by the arm.

“Don’t open the door!” she whispered urgently.

“Why not?” he whispered back.

“That’s not housekeeping!”

“What, you think it’s a monster?” Luke said in a low murmur.

“No. It’s not a monster,” she snapped, grabbing her bag from the bed. “Open the door, and then run.”

Katherine quickly tossed the keys at Luke, as he caught them instinctively. He watched her as she reached for something tucked into the back of her belt.

“Get the car going,” she said through her teeth.

“What are you gonna do?” Luke demanded.

“Open the fucking door!” she whispered.

Knowing not to ask any more questions, Luke threw the door open, rushing the man on the other side of the door and shoving him to the ground. Another man followed. Feeling the need to help Katherine, Luke unsheathed his dagger, only to be interrupted by Katherine herself.

“Go! Start the car!” she yelled.

Luke stared in horror as he heard gunshots, looking to see her holding the gun that accompanied them. Thinking fast, he ran to the Camaro less than ten feet away in the parking lot. He jumped into the car, waiting and on edge as he watched.

It didn’t take many more gunshots for him to see Katherine running toward the car, leaving behind two still bodies on the ground behind her. He unlocked the car door as she jumped in, screaming at him to drive.

Luke pealed out of the parking lot in the Camaro, keeping calm as Katherine sat in the seat beside him, pistol cocked in her lap as she cautiously looked out the window.

“What the fuck was that?!” Luke screamed as he drove their getaway car as fast as humanly possible.

“Just drive,” she muttered. “Don’t stop until we’re out of the city.”

“Okay, if I’m gonna be an accessory to a double homicide you committed,” Luke insisted, “I’m gonna at least need the bullet points.”

“Fine, you women are so needy!” Katherine rolled her eyes. “Let’s just say, I killed a guy in St. Louis, and he’s got family.”

“This guy you killed,” Luke said as calmly as he could, “Why did you kill him?”

“That thousand year-old map I have? The one that I use to try and figure out what actually happened to Kronos? How do you think I got it?” she asked impatiently.

“Why?” he asked subsequently.

“Because. Usually, when you steal artifacts that have survived millennia, you tend to run into some complications,” she snapped. “Besides. The guy wasn’t exactly a pillar of society.”

“Why?” Luke inquired curiously. “What happened?”

Katherine sighed, staring down at the gun in her lap before answering.

“I was dating this rich guy. He owned a museum, and that map came into his possession. He didn’t know what it was, because he didn’t speak Ancient Greek, but obviously, I did,” she explained. “I wanted the map, and I wanted out. The end.”

“Wait,” Luke stopped her, “You… You dated a guy who owned a museum?”

“Yeah,” she responded stiffly.

“How—How old was he?” he asked.

“Thirty-six,” she said.

Luke looked at her as he drove, seeing emotion in her eyes for the first time.

“How old were you?” he asked.

She turned to look at him, seeing that he asked knowing she had no comforting answer for him.

“I was young,” she said simply.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he breathed, unable to imagine the extent of her pain.

“You don’t know me,” Katherine told him, pushing him away in a way that wasn’t physical. “You don’t know me at all, okay? You don’t know what I feel, and you don’t know what I’ve had to do to survive.”

“No,” he agreed. “I don’t.”

“Trust me. You don’t need to,” she assured him, still unable to remove the gun from her lap.

Katherine knew that she’d never felt an affinity to anyone. Her father, the only parent she’d ever known, wasn’t much of a parent, and no one she’d met on the road since she left home was reliable. But the scar beneath his right eye told her everything she needed to know.

She knew Luke had been broken down the same way she had, which was also the only reason she’d decided he was the one to recruit on her mission to find the Titan of time, the father of the gods. Katherine knew she needed dependability in Luke, and she knew the only way they could both succeed was as soldiers first and people second.

Chapter Three

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan imagine #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo hoo toa #pjo fandom #pjo series #riordanverse #rick riordan #jake abel #pjo luke #riordan universe #adam milligan

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starsambrosia · 7 months

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Oh my gods I just realized there's people like, a lot of people who think Zeus is identical to mythos and not one of the most loving gentle kind and capable gods let alone people I've ever had the joy of serving.

Zeus Tangent

I can't bro he's been so amazing even when I was a total peice of shit even when I cursed his name thinking he was my mortal enemy even when I was stupid enough to challenge him (and get immediately fucking destroyed by the way gods that hurt every time and I was STILL a little bitch)

And I did that SO MUCH.

He was still patient. Kind, steady, he nudged me and corrected me he never hurt me he never was overly angry or violent. His anger was calm and controlled, it was inspiring even when I was being told what I was doing wrong.

Lord Zeus has been more of a father to me than almost anyone, tying with Hades on father figures there.

The fact that there's people out there who see him as nothing but how the popular mythos potrayes him is so fucking awful. Please people realize Zeus was honored and worshiped as a god of the people too, a god of leadership and a god worth looking up to.

He's literally the king of the gods and Hellenic pagans will still fight me on this.

I'm sorry you didn't get the memo that ancient translated mythology of only the most profitable most popular media was preserved in written book format for your personal convenience was oh idk...wrong maybe

Look into the culture not just reading whatever Hesiod and Homer shove down your throat. (They deserve their own rant but for now they're...ehhh fine) just open your eyes a bit more. Look around, gather more actually use your brain pleasseee for the love of the gods also save your judgements for when you actually talk with and work with these gods because of wow imagen a world where time changes even the deathless gods

ITS ALMOST

LIKE THEY ARENT

TWO DIMENSIONAL CHARECTERS

IMAGINE THAT

Also. Here, this is a good place for translated mythos

#hellenic pagan #hellenic paganism #greek gods #greek mythology #greek pantheon #vent #tangent #Ambrosia

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geekwithacuriousmind · 4 months

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Servant Two Begins to Question

Surprise @diazuk-legacy ! I was your Secret Santa! I hope you like this one-shot and don’t think I took too many creative liberties with describing Servant Two.

Servant Two never had much of a choice regarding the course of his life. From the moment he was able to serve, he served. Freedom was a forbidden word, discouraged from all of the Emperor’s Hands. In return, the Emperor gave them power—the privilege to be His voice among all His subjects. Their words, in turn, became the Emperor’s word. And in the Empire, that meant power.

Yet the Servants were not foolish to think that power was enough to intimidate everyone in the Empire.

There were some Sith who believed they could do better than the Servants. They thought, in their naivety, that the Emperor’s inner circle worked similarly to their silly power struggles.

They all learned their lesson when the Servants were done with them.

Yet there was one exception: one person, a Sith whom the Emperor forbade to dispose of.

As Servant Two kept a close eye on the Emperor’s chosen, the Emperor’s Wrath, he failed to see what was so special about this Sith.

Why was it that his Emperor chose this Sith above everyone else?

Servant Two knew that even thinking this went against his vow. Their duty was to follow orders. The word of the Emperor was law. His wisdom was beyond the realm of understanding. As much as Servant Two wanted to understand, he knew he would never be able to grasp fully what his Emperor deemed or didn’t deem worthy.

Yet why did his heart ache every time he met with the Emperor’s Wrath? Why did he feel disheartened each time he tried to speak to the Emperor and was met with silence instead? His gaze, which fell on him so long ago— felt so out of range, as if his God was no longer in this realm.

Yet that couldn’t be, could it? He wouldn’t abandon them.

Right?

Servant Two was terrified of the answer. Because just even questioning his Emperor’s presence meant he doubted His power.

Yet it was too late for him. This existence was the only thing he had ever known. It was the only way he could think of surviving.

But could devotion, adoration, and loyalty be enough to hide the truth?

They were still following the orders of a God that was no longer there.

“We live to serve Him,” Servant One told him as if that was enough to eliminate all his fears and doubts. “We must keep his voice alive.”

What is there left to keep alive? he thought.

But rather than saying this, he kept following orders. He kept whispering in the Servants’ minds empty promises and broken vows.

He watched from the shadows as the Emperor’s Wrath stopped following the Emperor’s voice. They knew his ambition would be unstoppable. That his lust for power was unlike any other Servant Two had ever seen.

Yet they believed they could control him. Use him just like they did in the past to eliminate Darth Baras.

They had been wrong. Servant One returned with bruises and a wounded ego after almost being choked to death. With their spy robots destroyed and the Dark Council’s betrayal imminent— it was only now that they realized how weak the Emperor’s Hand had become due to His silence.

They were hunted down and destroyed by those who first sought them to further their selfish agendas. By those who were now in positions of power thanks to their influence and intervention.

Yet there wasn’t much they could do. Not with the Emperor gone. After all, their power came from Him. And without Him, they were nothing.

And would die like nothing, one by one.

It was their duty, after all.

#swtor secret santa 2023 #one shot #servant two #instrospection #exploration of feelings #swtor one shot #swtor #the old republic

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lanaevyssmoved · 5 months

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FRAY.... im sorry if youve thought of this b4 (i havent read candor's oc page yet sorry if im wrong.....) but isnt he a deva ?!?!? WITH GOD GALE NOW IN PLAY.... what if he was. deva serving under god of ambition!gale 👀

ok so candor is a solar. which is, going by the highest deva rank, 2 ranks above deva. devas can become solars if they achieve great things and Want to, as angels ascending to higher forms is a choice. the one before solar is planetar. the full Tier List of angels is

agathinon

light

deva

planetar

solar

i will tell you now picking what candor was took me weeks. i even had different ones on it's oc page. you read through my dms with aisling and null and it's me changing my mind every damn DAY. this also means that's retaining candor lore from when candor was a deva (monadic deva - to be exact). however there is a very key difference between all the angels and solar. solar choose who they serve, and are free to change their mind whenever they want. they are angels with free will.

so in terms of gold!gale, candor would have to deem gale worthy enough to serve. candor currently serves lathander, and has done for thousands of years, because it found lathander to be a god worthy of it. now - would candor leave lathander for gale? absolutely not. would candor without a god choose to server gale? absolutely not.

candor fucking despises gale. candor told afhiri that they should kill gale because he's a danger to them, and to everyone. to the balance of the universe, to the upper planes and everything that exists in this moment. candor has always found gale to be bad ^_^

so.. oh my god. gale is the god of ambition now? an extremely dangerous thing for a god to hold domain over? gale, there was a reason there was no god of ambition.

there's some hints in raphael's new ending (requires him to have been promised the crown, left alone and god gale to happen) which tell us that gale does exactly what i had already had candor assuming - that gale will bring ruin to the heavens.

candor would probably be a leader of an army charging onto gale's doorstep to behead him. ^_^ i love making ocs who oppose everything my favourite character stands for

if we were to consider an au where candor did serve god!gale..... it would not last long, and would end in candor trying to kill gale again.

would candor beat gale on a 1:1 fight? well - a god can only die in it's home plane. and a solar can only die on it's home plane. so already we're at a standstill. if candor invades gale's new plane of ambition, gale can be killed there, but gale also controls everything there so it would be extremely hard. but candor also can't die, but candor's form can be destroyed and candor will have to be reborn - and sometimes when solar's are reborn they do not come back as solars, but as aasimar and lose a great deal of their power - so candor would not want to lose. so fighting gale like this is foolish. so gale needs to be weakened. that would require a loss of followers, most likely all of them unfortunately - which could be doable if you find a way to cut off their ability to pray - but it would also take a lot of time for a god to become weak enough for what we want. so.. we have a new idea. god!gale tells us the crown of karsus is protected with all his power in his plane. if one were to get the crown and destroy it, gale would lose his godhood.. immediately. the karsus weave would be destroyed. yadada. so the real plan here would be to keep the lad distracted while other people go for the crown. so can candor beat gale in a 1:1? no, candor would need friends. but candor would also not die. ^_^

so unfortunately it would not happen. gale would need to manipulate and control candor to keep it, which is something i don't want god!gale to become. despite how clearly terrible god!gale is for everything...... but i do have a way we can make this work

afhiri ^_^ in my 3 years later fic afhiri and gale ascend together. they do it a completely different way without the crown. we're not getting into that rn. anyway

afhiri and gale would obviously serve together in the same way god!gale ends, separate gods with their own domains but they are very clearly still together, and gale would help you settle into becoming a god.

while candor would absolutely still be incredibly murderous over god!gale even if afhiri has ascended, it does put a spanner in the works. and actually becomes incredibly painful. so i've never thought past the ascension in my fic, it ends dead there and what happens next is anyones guess. ascending is the end of their story. but if we are thinking of the actual new epilogue, 6 months later not my 3 years later - what would candor do once this happens? i would assume the entire time gale has been a god candor has been campaigning to get people to side with it to go kill gale. but now afhiri has ascended?

see i can see candor serving afhiri. very easily in fact. afhiri would not send ripples across the heavens and bring ruin with something like Ambition, gods no. but can i see candor being essentially neutralised by afhiri to not kill gale? it was already neutralised once before the ascension, and candor is probably feeling a large amount of regret for not killing gale while he was mortal. i honestly don't know.

see raphael's ending does not change if you ascend too. it still talks like you haven't ascended. raph talks about after you have died all this shit will happen - so talking like you're a mortal who will die of old age. raph's ending doesn't take you into account! so completely ignoring it/adding a romance portion - could you stop gale from bringing ruin?

if you could stop gale from bringing ruin.. candor could be passified. if you couldn't? well. candor is leading the army to gale's doorstep and it will be one hell of a war ^_^

#fray.txt #ask #estevnys #oc candor #oc afhiri #uhhh #afhiri/candor #afhiri/gale #yeah u go in these tags too #THANK U FOR THE QUESTION SORRY I WENT A LIL INSANE #EDIT i just realised the ordering i did for the bulletpoints makes solar look the least but i meant it as orders u go thru.#with solar being the Last One u reach......#SORRY CONFUSING. SOLAR ARE 1 ANGEL

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vendettapandav · 1 year

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The Cult of the Second Death, FAITH's Characters, and Demons

Note: This is just my own interpretation of the cult, the characters, and the demons. These descriptions are the premise I use for my own writing. It's derived mostly from the canon but my own research and headcanons do a lot of heavy lifting. This isn't a comprehensive list of my thoughts and I'm sure that as time goes on, I'll be adding more to. Special thank you to @simply-jason , Alastor is his own original character and this whole idea was collaboratively built with his help. It's actually part of a larger verse we have together, but for now, I'm just gonna focus on what's relevant to the Readings of the Damned fics! Please enjoy!

The Cult of the Second Death is a Satanic cult based in New Haven, Connecticut. The organization’s primary residence is a large apartment building situated close to a local prenatal care clinic, both of which are owned and operated by the cult’s leader, Gary A. Murphy Miller.

The beliefs of the cult center around a rejection of authority and inhibition. The cult looks to the story of Satan becoming a fallen angel and establishing Hell to begin another rebellion against God in heaven. From this, they believe that God is a tyrannical authority figure, and all established religions serve as enforcers of his oppressive ideals (sin, guilty before birth, lifelong penance, seeking forgiveness, etc.). They think that what the devout and pious see as sin - unholy and in need of casting out in order for mankind to becom divine again like Adam and Eve before the fall - is actually inhibition; natural desires and part of human nature that the ruling authority has warped mankind into seeing as wrong, guilty, undesirable, and in need of cutting out. However, rather than focus on atonement or penance, the cult teaches that these desires should be healthily indulged in and accepted rather than used as guilt-fodder. Their tenants are as follows:

Healthy indulgence instead of abstinence

Vital existence instead of spiritual pipe dreams

Undefiled wisdom instead of hypocritical self-deceit

Kindness to those who deserve it instead of love wasted on ingrates

Vengeance instead of turning the other cheek

Responsibility to the responsible, consequence to the irresponsible

Man is just another animal and should not be elevated from such

So-called sins are natural desires for emotional, physical, and spiritual gratification sought from existing

The cult embrace their desires as natural inclinations and engage with them in ways that prevent guilt and shame. In this way, they see themselves as free. They are unshackled by inhibition as others are. They see authority (spiritual or otherwise) as corrupt, unjust, and oppressive, and they seek to destroy the systems in place that hold up the notions of fear, shame, and guilt as tools of control. It is for this reason that the end goal of the cult is stated to be “to free everyone from the fear they’ve been told to live under”. While the idea itself sounds admirable in theory, the means by which they practice this are sometimes far less noble.

The cult is led by Gary - known secretly as the demon Astaroth, the Great Duke of Hell. Gary was sent from Hell by Lucifer himself in order to prepare the world for the arrival of the Antichrist. He was informed that, when then time came, the Antichrist would join him on the surface and lead the legions of Hell onto Earth, for which Astaroth would oversee the fight. Demons would spill forth, latching themselves onto humans, binding with their souls and replacing them, and setting them free of their inhibitions and false-faith. In doing so, they would be taking all of God’s creations from him (an act of revenge for Satan’s initial banishment and in order to finish what he started with Eve as the serpent), freeing them from his influence, and turning the world into a second kingdom of Hell which would be ruled by Asmodeus, the Prince of Hell. The Earth, as God and his followers knew it, would be “destroyed”. Mankind would never be able to become divine as they once were. The Antichrist would bring about a great change; their souls would taken and replaced by demons. They would never die, never fight, never know hunger or poverty or inhibition - and therefore never enter the kingdom of Heaven. Instead, they would become the subjects of Asmodeus under his kingdom, bonded to their demons and living as non-mortals on a new, better Earth.

Such a task would take much time, resources, and sacrifice. Many, many sacrifices. But the Great Duke was more than willing, and he was assigned the UNSPEAKABLE as his assistant. Gary was brought into the world by a small crop of Satanists in the form of an infant offered through a portal to Hell. At the end of their lives, he took over the cult and began to grow it with charm and wit. He gathered a devoted following of lost souls, rebels, and desperate folk seeking hope from the ashes of their faith which had scorned them. Gary took them under his wing, telling them of freedom and liberation. But no great thing comes without sacrifice. He built a closed, secretive community, where he introduced his cult to the ceremonies and rituals slowly. He used his dark power to fulfill their wishes. He summoned demons for them to engage with and behold in order to dispel their initial hesitations. And with these small gestures, he earned a captive, loyal following. They built the labyrinth and the temple, and they began offering sacrifices to help summon more demons to help prepare the world for the Antichrist. First he bought the apartment complex to provide his followers a main base and housing. Initially, the group’s human sacrifices were the homeless living in the local “Candy Tunnels” and a few odd teenagers who went out into the woods alone. Their souls helped someone several demons. However, it attracted more negative attention than Gary wanted. So, a few of his followers helped him secure a job at the clinic in order to help continue harvesting souls without drawing so much suspicion. This new source of souls allowed Gary to perform the Second Death ritual more frequently, though it was more time consuming as infant’s souls are very small compared to older souls.The new portals allowed more demons to come through. And with the arrival of Amy as their chosen vessel for the Antichrist to arrive in, everything is falling into place.

Beyond being harbingers of the Antichrist and his army of demons, the cult has its more mundane side as well. On the surface, it appears as a sacrirficial killing machine. And to some degee, this is true. (Though cultists mostly kill in self-defense or to defend their secrets.) However, at its core, Gary’s family has not forgotten its goal of being an anti-authority, self-sustaining community. The members of the cult are binded by their shared beliefs against established institutions of power. They are very friendly towards one another and work together to complete tasks and perform ceremonies. They grow their own food in large gardens. They produce their own supplies and build their own structures, and gather resources on their own via sustainable methods. They solve-problems as a group and don’t shy away from healthy conflict and communication to resolve issues. They are also not afraid to mobilize and rebel publicly against perceived unfair authoritarian moves by government and religious heads. On the inside, their organization is very idyllic and peaceful. You don’t have to worry about much so long as you attend you weekly meetings and pay your tithes.

Everyone in the cult knows what they’re doing. They know what the end goal of the cult is and they welcome it openly. They are excited to meet the demon that will be bound to them and, in essence, become a replacement for their souls. They are excited to live in a world where no one is inhibited by shame or guilt from oppressive authority, and where healthy expession of one’s primal self will be the norm. They are inspired by this idea and truly believe the world will be better because of it. They are also incredibly loyal to Gary and their family as a whole. If threatened, they will take all necessary action to defend them.

Key Members

Alastor Rosales

Alastor is something of a strange outlier when it comes to demons and the cult. He was not summoned by anyone. Rather, he seemed to find his way to the cult on his own. According to him, both of his parents were demons residing on Earth already, though that doesn’t make his own existence any less mysterious. He’s an incubus that blends in with humans and tries to live a normal life just like they do. He works a job as a pornstar and moved into the apartment complex seeking a new, more affordable home. He was startled to see how revered he was by the cultist but was slowly introduced to it all by Alu, who was more than happy to show him the benefits of being worshiped. Over time, Al has come to accept his place in the cult as one of the more relaxed demons. He’s not involved in very many ceremonies, but he’s still friendly and supportive to the community’s members. His open and affable nature has earned him the title of The Heart.

Alejandro Garcia

Having been captured by the cult during an attempt to save John, Garcia witnessed firsthand the power of Gary’s influence and the ability of the demons he was trying to fight. He watched John’s corruption and was forced to watch him denounce God and embrace Gary and the cult. In that moment, his cross fell from his hands and he realized that, if one as determined and devoted as even John could be broken, then there truly was no hope. There was no way that he alone could defeat the UNSPEAKABLE and the cult, and going to the church was impossible. He submitted to the cult and was indoctrinated by Miriam, who had initially captured him. It was her who carried out his Conviction Ceremony and broke him. By the end of it, Garcia found himself strangely enamored with the Mother of Demons and pursued her, eventually becoming bound to her. It took a lot time for him to grow accustomed to the teachings and methods of the cult. Eventually though, he settled in as a quiet, reserved paternal figure in the cult’s ranks. Occasionally, he even serves as its protector and helps enforce some of the rules to those who stray too far for John to lead back. He’s known among the cult as The Defender.

Alu

Alu is an archdemon who was summoned due to an improper completion of the Second Death ritual as performed by Tiffany. He was pulled to Earth with the promise of having Lisa as a vessel. However, for obvious reasons, this didn’t work out. As a result, he began slaughtering cultists in order to take their souls and remain here on Earth until a suitable vessel could be found for him. He has no real reason to be topside. He’s just sticking around for the fun of it to cause chaos. He’s bound to the soul of Lisa Pearson.

Amy Martin

Amy worked at the clinic run by Gary and his cult. She struggled with family issues at home, including a mother who refused to seek help for her untreated postpartum psychosis and subsequent postpartum bipolar disorder after miscarrying her twin brothers. Her father, meanwhile, was away overseas serving in the armed forces. Amy’s refusal to encourage her mother’s delusions and hallucinations led to her being neglected and mistreated by her. To try and get away from home, she took up a job at the local clinic. This led to intense friction between her and her mother, which came to head when they got into a fight after her father returned home and unilaterally decided she would no longer be working at the clinic. Hearing about her situation, Gary extended an invitation towards Amy to join them one last time via a “get-together at the clinic.” There, he told Amy about the cult and its goals, and offered to help her escape her controlling family. Amy was hesitant at first, but wanting to rebel against her family who refused to change and who had threatened to disown her and throw her out if she kept working at the clinic anyways, she figured it would be better for her to just leave first. She agreed to the terms and underwent the Second Death ceremony, becoming possessed by a demon in the process and returning home. Her parents suspected something was wrong and called a priest after she began pushing back hard against both of her parents for refusing to get help and get over the twins. Obviously, we know how that went. After the failed exorcism and the death of her family, Amy went back to Gary’s cult to stay and become the Profane Trinity; the chosen vessel for the Antichrist. Her and her demon are bound together, and they get along fairly well for the most part. She’s revered in the cult and pulls her weight to make things work. She’s also very stubborn and doesn’t want to leave. The cult refers to her as The Fallen Star.

Gary Miller

The leader of the cult and the demon Astaroth. In demonology, he’s known as the Great Duke of Hell and part of the Evil Trinity alongside Lucifer and Beelzebub. He’s said to command 40 legions of demons. On Earth, he’s a charismatic mastermind with a soft spot for history and sweet snacks. Intelligent and cunning, Gary knows exactly how manipulate people into doing whatever he wishes of them. Beyond his sharp tongue is the powerful form of a demon capable of incredible feats. Ranging from spellcasting to demon summoning, flight to invisibility, Gary is a jack of all trades and a master at carrying out Lucifer’s will. And he will stop at nothing to complete his goals. (Though he may occasionally take breaks and find time for those closest to him.) He’s bound to the soul of his partner, John. Aside from being their leader, Gary is also referred to as The Chalice.

Jefferey (Elevator Demon)

A demon summoned by Gary, he he came to the mortal realm after being offered the soul of the previous landlords of the apartment building who began prying into the cult’s business a little too much. He inhabits the elevator, and because of this, he befriended little Timmy who lives on the ninth floor of the apartment complex. He’s generally pretty indifferent towards others. But he will get aggressive towards anyone threatening Timmy or messing with the buttons on the elevator too much. He tends to be on the more curious side and will occasionally leave the elevator to climb on the walls and watch the cultists go about their day. It’s best to just ignore him.

John Ward

A young priest who found himself in a downward spiral since the death of his mother, John hoped to find peace by aiding in the exorcism of Amy Martin. However, things did not go as planned. In an attempt to save her and her supposed siblings, John uncovers the elaborate plans of the cult and attempts to put a stop to them with the help of Father Garcia. Unfortunately, he is captured and defeated by Gary after wandering too far into the cult’s territory. Being confronted with the reality that he is a pawn in a game of control, he converts to the cult with Gary’s help and ends up becoming his partner. Through time and tenacity, John also ends up becoming a symbol of the cult’s strength and prosperity, and comes to serve as one of its post important pillars in its community. He’s known as The Shepherd. He convenes with other cultists and talks to them when they feel conflicted in order to alleviate them of their inhibitions, much like a priest accepts confessions of sinners so they may leave the church unburdened. He also helps assure them in their tasks, reminding people that Gary loves them and that they are carrying out the will of the UNSPEAKABLE. With him, no one goes astray.

Lisa Pearson

John’s childhood friend, Lisa works as a veterinarian at the local vet office in New Haven. She originally became entwined in the cult’s plans when Tiffany, her friend and neighbor, marked her as a vessel for the demon Alu in the Second Death ritual. Lisa ended up being possessed by Alu, but because the ritual was not performed properly, she was able to be successfully exorcised, though some part of her soul was still bound to Alu. After John converted, Lisa initially showed concern for him. However, over time, John was able to convince her of what Gary was doing and insisted that she join them so that the two of them could be together finally. Lisa was very hesitant after everything she’d been through with the demon. She didn’t agree with a lot of the things that Gary did. But, she loved John and thought that the goal of the cult was, on the surface, something to agree with. Plus, she was in turmoil of her own and seeking any sense of peace, comfort, and control over her life. So, she joined to be with John. Though she’s by far one of the most uninvolved spiritually, she’s a pillar of the communal spirit when it comes to interpersonal bonding and community-building. She’s known among the cult as The Bloom for her healing spirit and kind, supportive nature.

Malphas (The Profane Sabbath Demon)

Summoned by Gary to help oversee the completion of the Profane Sabbath, Malphas is a messenger demon that helps prepare and officiate many rituals in the cult. He’s fairly avoidant of most cultists, minds his own business, and only really engages when its necessary. Other than that, he’s a fairly tame and unassuming demon. It’s not clear whose soul was used to summon him to Earth. According to Gary, Malphas’ arrival was the result of approximately fifty-five babies that were harvested from the clinic. He’s referred to by the cult as The Bird.

Michael Davies

A young boy born with albinism, his superstitious parents became concerned that his altered appearance was the work of a demonic possession. They brought him to Father Garcia in order to seek an exorcism and Garcia took on the task gladly. He spent months trying to free the boys soul. Those months in his basement led to Michael developing multiple deficiencies, malnourishment, and rickets. Eventually, he managed to escape and was pursued by Garcia through the woods before being lost entirely. He ended up being found by Miriam and nursed back to (moderate) health by her and other members of the cult, including Amy. He and her share a close relationship, having trauma-bonded over their neglectful families and their traumatic experiences with priests.

Miriam Bell

Originally serving as a nun for several decades, Miriam grew to resent the church after being taken advantage of by a priest in the congregation. She turned from God and joined a cult which performed the Second Death ritual on her where she was possessed by the UNSPEAKABLE. From this, Gary was brought into the world. Miriam remained on Earth after that, her soul now bound to the UNSPEAKABLE, and continued on in the role of a nun. She was transferred to an orphanage to help take care of the children in a newly-renovated church - the same church her ceremony had been performed in and abandoned. She connected the church basement to the cult labyrinth and “died.” (See: disappeared to run the cult with Gary.) Over time, children began disappearing (being adopted by members of the cult to grow their numbers early on). The Vatican sent a priest to investigate why and was told to ask Sister Bell. The priest stayed the night in the church trying to find the “dead” woman’s spirit, following the sound of her mad cackling, and eventually disappeared just like the children had. In his case however, he was sacrificed. Miriam serves as the maternal figure of the cult. She tends to her human and demon children alike with a kind and loving hand. And she deals with intruders and interlopers with a much firmer one. The cult often refers to her as Mother Moon. Her soul is intertwined with Alejandro’s.

Roger (Candy Tunnel Demon)

One of the first demons to be summoned, Roger was summoned to earth using the soul of a homeless man who had been living in the tunnels- one of the cult’s primary entries and exits to their lair. He acts as something of a guard to the cult. He scares off intruders and interlopers, he helps keep nosy folks away when there are rituals going on, and he helps organize ceremonial sacrifices. When he’s not needed as a guard, he tends to wander around. He’s a very curious demon by nature. Gary advises that if he approaches to just stay still and avoid running. (Though that’s advice he offers for every demon. Running only triggers their hunting instinct and makes them want to chase someone.) As long as one doesn’t panic, it’s okay to disregard him. Some do engage with him and it usually ends without consequence. If you can keep your nerve, Roger can appear friendly. He will even leave small gifts for cultists that play nice with him on occasion.

Tiffany Robinson

Known among the cult as The Rejected Vessel, Tiffany was Gary’s right hand man and thought herself to be the perfect vessel for the Antichrist. She was diligent, refined, loyal, and stood by Gary throughout all his rituals and ceremonies. Even so, she was deemed inadequate a vessel. She became angry and jealous when Gary chose Amy as the prospective harbinger for the Antichrist. So much so that she went rogue and performed the Second Death ceremony on herself, using Lisa as a prospective offering in the ceremony. Because the entire ritual was done incorrectly and there were no proper sacrifices done, Tiffany herself ended up becoming possessed by a demon. It binded itself to her soul and fed off of her wrath and her jealousy in order to possess her. She’s still somewhere in the cult’s territory. Gary just hasn’t bothered to find her. He’s got more important things to worry about. Though some cultists worry about how the Rejected Vessel might retaliate against them all.

The UNSPEAKABLE

Gary’s little helper, the UNSPEAKABLE was sent by Lucifer with the task to assist Gary in arriving on Earth and preparing the world for the Antichrist. In order to do this, it latched on to the soul of Sister Miriam Bell when she had the Second Death ritual performed on her. It helped open the portal for Gary to pass through to get to Earth. Afterwards, it lingered with Miriam and helped her deceive her way back into the church, instructing her on how to connect the church she was eventually transferred to back to the labyrinth created by the cult. Afterwards, it guided her to take the orphaned children and bring them to the cult where they would be adopted, as well helped her get rid of Father Clark. From then on, it’s had a hand in every sacrifice and ritual to date, serving at the cult’s symbol and mascot, and the main connection between Earth and Hell. Both it and Gary chose Amy to be the perfect vessel, and it has been assisting in preparing the world for the Antichrist. The cultists look to it with awe and reverence. Its power is unknowable, its mere presence overwhelming, and it loves interacting with cult members. Specifically, the children who like grabbing onto its hands and holding on while it gently swings them around. It is bound to the soul of Miriam Bell.

Roles

Tier I Acolytes

Tier I acolytes are new indoctrinates. Most come willingly into the cult, often brought in by friends, family, or neighbors. They express a desire to join the commune and be part of the community. They are monitored heavily, offered plenty of praise and welcome in order to warm them up to the more spiritual idea of the cult. This is done by having them attend meetings. Those that comply at this stage can advance further. Those that try to escape are quickly weeded out and expelled. If they’re in too deep however, they’re taken for sacrifice.

Tier II Acolytes

Tier II are advanced indoctrinates who have showed an affinity for the spiritual aspect of the cult. They show a measure of compliance with ritual preparation, attend their weekly meetings, and make the sacrifices necessary to be considered a proper member of the cult. At this point, demons will begin revealing themselves to them in small ways. They will find sigils in their homes, see shadowy figures and silhouettes, and be more driven and dedicated to the cause. They’ll also need to practice better hygiene and learn more efficient hunting tactics in order to gather sacrifices. Things become a little more challenging in order to prove they are worthy of truly being part of Gary’s family. Those that cannot meet the increased demand already know too much. If they fail to maintain themselves, they will be sacrificed.

Tier III Acolytes

Tier III acolytes have overcome the challenges presented to them in Tier II and are almost fully indoctrinated. They are completely devoted to the cause and beliefs of the cult. They are almost impossible to pry from the community. Often, their family and friends have already forgotten them. They are ready and willing to be chosen at any time to become a vessel for the Second Death. Almost nothing can save them now.

Tier IV Acolytes

Tier IV acolytes are the highest rank of the cult’s thralls. They are beyond any salvation. They are committed in body, mind, and soul, to Gary and his cause. They do not just wait for the Second Death. They are in line to receive it. A demon has already been selected to be bound to them. All that remains to be done is a ceremony uniting them to said demon through the Second Death. They are Gary’s chosen few below all others.

Chosen Vessels

Chosen vessels are anyone within the cult that has been selected to receive the Second Death and have their soul and body bound to a demon. They could be followers of any level, though most commonly they are Tier IV acolytes. Amy is the only real exception to this.

Impure Vessels

Impure vessels are vessels that chosen outside of the cult, or members of the cult who have not been chosen by Gary but have undertaken the task to perform the ceremony on themselves anyway, such as Tiffany.

Ceremonies

January

1st - New Moon’s Grace: New Year’s Day. It’s celebrated by the cult staying up till midnight to see the shift, a small potluck, a lot of dancing and drinking, and just general merriment and celebration on behalf of the cult members.

5th - 31st - Recens Satus: Taking place all month long starting on the 5th, Recens Satus translates directly to Fresh Start. In order to begin the new year on a good foot, all leftovers are sacrirficed to the demons and the focus is shifted to cleanin house. Old things that serve no purpose anymore are thrown away or donated depending on condition. This helps keep the cult’s image up and also allows for a neat, healthy, happy home for the community. Gary in particular tends to be exceptionally neurotic about cleaning.

February

1 - Rubra Luna: Celebrated as he birthday of Lucifer, Rubra Luna is spent praising his name and giving thanks to Him with various sacrifices and a long evening Mass. This day also marks the beginning of what some members call “The Month of Sin.” Demons visit throughout the weeks of February and there are several notable ceremonies that happen during this time.

4th - Vessel’s Grace: A ceremony in which one member of the cult is specially chosen to be baptised in a pool of blood and graced with the privilege of being wilfully possessed by a demon. The demon wil inhabit their body for the month, bringing vitality, blessing, and good fortune to the cult. At the end of the month, the will leave the Vessel’s body and return to Hell to report back on the status of the cult.

8th - 13th - Seduction’s Eve: Traditionally, these are the days before the beginning of the Rite of Amor Tentura. People in relationships will sit down and discuss their relationship for the following year. Those seeking to enter a relationship will begin courting their desired partner in hopes of wooing them and taking the rite with them.

14th - 21st - Rite of Amor Tentura: The cult equivalent of Valentine’s Day, this celebration lasts for about a week and is an early celebration of Spring. The major symbol of the holiday is the Baphomet, which symbolizes fertility, love, and lust. The ceremony is an annual tradition where members of the cult find partners. They then share a rite with them to spend the entire year together. The boundaries of partnership are open and flexible. Anything goes so long as the bonding is consensual and uncoerced between any and all parties involved. This means that a person can share their vow with the same person for many years in the cult, or, if both parties feel like things aren’t working out, then they’ll be able to break it off and select a new partner to be with during the ceremony for the next year. They may even have multiple partners if everyone is in agreement to do so, or have partners of the same sex. The key part of the ceremony includes consummating the new partnerships formed for the coming year, and while traditionally, this is a public event performed under the Baphomet for all the cult to witness and pray for, Gary is lenient about making an exhibit of it. As long as you fuck under/in front of the Baphomet in your private apartments, you’re fine.

28th - Demonae Reditus - Literally meaning demon’s return, it’s a small ceremonial sendoff to the demon that possessed the vessel during Vessel’s Grace.

March

17th Witch’s Sabbath: A day adapted in Spring led by Gary. Previously, Tiffany hosted it with the one chosen vessel. The festival involves a sacrifice, though not always a killed one. Sometimes they take new indoctrinates and bless them, offering their souls to the dark lord in exchange for a good year full of luck and life.

20th - 22nd - Vere Umbra: Taking place on the spring equinox, this a rite in which cult members go out and collect a major sacrifice to be offered up live to the UNSPEAKABLE. They take their offerings to the altar where they chant and bang on ceremonial drums, lining up one by one and bringing their live specimens to be eviscerated over the altar while bathing their hands in the blood of their kill. The purpose of the ritual is to ensure that their faith in Lucifer is not lost with the coming of a new year and to be blessed with good luck, magic, and power to face the new year and any obstacles it may bring. Gary always goes first and does a sermon throughout the ceremony as people go one by one killing animals (or other things…) they picked up while out and about. Afterward, they celebrate the equinox by eating, drinking, indulging, sinning, etc.

April

1st - Synchophanta Aurora: The cult equivalent to April Fool’s Day. A minor holiday highlighted by mostly lighthearted tricks and jokes. Everyone makes lots of small snacks and sweets to trade, and they give thanks to demons who specialize in trickery and playful magick for keeping their spirits high.

First Sunday of the Month: Ash Sunday: A minor ceremony where the cult gathers in the church at sundown and takes turns covering their hands in hot ash and pressing their palms against the altar in reverence of Lucifer.

Second Friday of the Month: Fresh Friday - The cult has a large garden where they grow fruit, vegetables, herbs, spices, and roots. This is their designated day where everyone goes and pitches in with the harvest of crops planted during the winter and summer previous.

15th - Income taxes due: Exactly what it says on the tin.

17th Hunter Sunday: The cult equivalent of Easter. The adults in the cult decorate and hide small capsules and toys around the apartment and the garden for the younger members of the cult to find. There’s a lot of chocolate and mashamllows involved. The winner of the hunt gets a prize in the form of lots of sweets and a visit from a very gentle, friendly demon to keep them company for the rest of the year. (Gary has an obsession with the Marshmallow Peeps.)

30th - Walpurgisnacht: Celebrated the night of April 30th and the day of May 1st. The cult praises Saint Walpurga for battling pests, rabies, and other illnesses. Unlike Christians however, they praise the Saint for allowing witchcraft and black magic to flourish and give them power.

May

4th - May the Fourth Be With You: The cult has a lot of Star Wars fans…

5th - Cinco de Mayo: Members of the cult of Mexican descent celebrate this holiday. It is the anniversary of Mexico's victory over the Second French Empire at the Battle of Puebla in 1862

Second Sunday of May - Mother’s Day: This cult places a special importance on mothers. Expect to see a lot of celebrations of moms. Miriam tends to make an appearance, pinching cheeks and giving gifts and calling dedicated members sweet names. Gary cannot escape the smothering she gives him.

Friday the 13th: On the years where it happens, this is celebrated as a minor holiday with lots of snacks, pranks, and dancing. It’s considered a day of good fortune and luck.

30th - Memorial Day:This is a minor holiday where the cult takes time to mourn and remember all of its members that is has lost due to varying circumstances. It’s quiet, sorrowful, and a way to express lingering pain and grief while honoring the happy moments members had with their loved ones.

June

Third Sunday - Father’s Day: Much like Mother’s Day, the cult values fathers as well. Expect a lot of gift giving, feasting, and partying to celebrate dads. Especially the father Lucifer,

20th - 22nd - Aestate Umbra: This particular holiday is celebrated on the Summer solstice and is believed by the cult to be when the fires of hell are closest to the surface. They celebrate by decorating the halls quite a bit and lighting candles. Prayers to the UNSPEAKBLE are almost nightly occurrences through the months of June, and masses are held in the basement often. Sacrifices must be made frequently and consistently, as the chance of demons coming to visit sharply increases. Aside from the increase in responsibility, partying is a very common occurrence. Feasting, drinking, and other recreational and procreational activities are encouraged. The event is also recognized as an excess of magic being poured out from the underworld, allowing members of the cult to feel rejuvenated and invigorated. Those that collect crystals often spend a lot of time tuning them in order to absorb the excess magic. Curses, hexes, and spells are cast in group settings to increase their power. Those that do not have a way to collect the magic often spend all day doing as much as they can to reap the benefit of its increased presence, hence the partying that happens. Gary in particular gets very neurotic about cleaning.

July

7th - Candlewalk: This night is celebrated by the cultists lighting everywhere with only candles and walking in total darkness to invite any demons of mercy to scare off inhibitions or potential blocks in their faith. This is also an invitation to be healed by the hands of Lucifer against any ailments or struggles that a cultist might be facing. Cultists often seal themselves in their rooms for a night and commune with visiting demons about things they have hidden from their fellow brothers and sisters in order to lighten the load on their minds. They are able to trust in these demons and will be healed and forgiven by them at the price of a bit of blood being drawn.

22nd - Sloth Day: A minor holiday spent lounging about and relaxing. Often with food and drink. It’s a good day for everyone to unwind for a bit and go out to the beach or movies if they’re not napping in.

August

20th - 22nd Folium Umbra: This ceremony takes place during the Autumn equinox. It is done to say farewell to all visiting demons who are returning back to hell as the weather cools, though some may occasionally linger in the shadows until winter. Sacrifices slow down in preparation for holidays, and prayer sessions are less frequent as the last of the magic of summer fades away. It’s more of a relaxed social event where others from out of town come to visit and are offered room with others in the apartments and the temple. It’s considered a family bonding ceremony more than anything. There’s a lot of drinking, but there’s an even bigger uptick in support for those who suffer of Seasonal Affective Disorder.

September

26th - Black Sabbath: A day in which the cult offers up vessels to visiting demons and uses them in a ceremony for a bountiful Halloween season.

October

31st - Halloween: Though the origins of the tradition are mixed for them, they generally observe it as a day of merriment and empowerment and use it for rituals and for celebrations. In some Pagan traditions, Halloween is a night in which spirits from beyond are allowed to return and wander amongst the living. For them, it means demons visiting from Lucifer’s realm. The cult usually decorate to make their apartments seem inviting to spirits and demons passing by in hopes of having good fortune result from their passing. They leave out food and small trinkets in order to entertain their “guests” and keep them please through the rest of the year.

November

1st-2nd - Dia de los Muertos: Predominantly celebrated by the Mexican members of the cult, Gary’s adapted it for everyone to join in. Everyone sets up altars and shrines in their homes with pictures and spaces for offerings. These offerings are visited by spirits of friends and family who are guided and protected by the demons through the event until it’s over.

11th - Veterans Day: A day spent celebrating those members that have served. Usually with a barbecue and drinks.

4th week of November - Hebdomada Veniae: Taking place the week of Thanksgiving, the Week of Indulgence is a period of seven days where each day is spent indulging in one of the seven deadly sins. Sunday begins with Pride, Monday is Wrath, Tuesday is Envy, Wednesday is Greed, Thursday is Gluttony, Friday is Sloth, and Saturday is Lust.

Sparesday: Happening shortly after the Week of Sin, this is a designated day where all leftovers and collected sacrifices are given to the demons as thanks for allowing the cultists penance for a week to indulge in their pleasures. It’s also seen as a tax for one day inheriting Lucifer’s Kingdom by feeding his subjects: the demons.

December

20th - 22nd - Hiems Umbra: Occurring on the winter equinox, this ceremony is performed by the cultists each cutting their hands with a ceremonial dagger and offering a blood sacrifice into a grand cauldron full of hot coals. After everyone has offered themselves up, they all chant as the coals are set on fire and then dance in circles around the blaze, holding hands with visiting demons as they do. The purpose of the ritual is to show devotion and receive Lucifer’s favor and mercy for a relatively easy winter. This is followed by a period of fasting and non-stop prayer until the Grand High Climax.

24th - The Grand High Climax: A major holiday celebrated on December 24th. It is celebrated with the Black Mass, a major worshipping ceremony that Gary leads, and is followed by an excess of drinking, eating, sex, and merriment. Though it’s not acknowledged by all Satanic groups, Gary’s loves it. They host a huge potluck where everyone brings something and sits at a big table together passing around their plates, having toasts, and getting be seated beside a bunch of attending demons while they all spend time together.

25th to 31st - Yule: Essentially Christmas for them. Lasting from Christmas to New Year’s Eve and originally hailing from Pagan origin, Yule is celebrated with a decorated pine tree, a lot of singing, a lot of drinking, and a lot of eating. The cult will go out and cut down trees, burn the biggest log they have, and celebrate Lucifer and the good fortune they’ve received this past year. They make straw goats and a julebukk stuffed with sweets and, after praying to it for days, allow a demon to do the honor of destroying it and scattering the treats for them to collect. This time is also spent giving gifts to one another.

31st - New Year’s Eve: Often called New Moon’s Eve, this event is celebrated the same way as regular New Year’s Eve for almsot everyone else.

Other Ceremonies

Birthdays: Birthdays are a big deal in the cult and everyone bands together to make sure a member’s special day is unforgettable. There are lots of presents, lots of food, lots of support, lots of drinking, and it’s generally a very big, cool party. Sometimes demons join in and toss the special birthday person around, but for once, they take very great care not to hurt anyone. Gary can’t promise that your cake won’t be untouched though. A lot of demons like cake. (Especially Alu.)

Black Matrimony: The cult equivalent of a wedding ceremony. It’s treated as a big event. Everyone helps pitch in to decorate and cook. The church in the temple is set up with decoration and everyone attends in formal attire for the event. The ceremony is officiated by a demon and a ring-bearing tradition. Praise is given to the UNSPEAKABLE for the union and the entire night is spent partying and rejoicing.

Dark Blessing: This is essentially the cult’s equivalent of communion and confirmation. Younger or newer indoctrinates undergo two (or three, if they’re born into the cult) of these rites in their life. The first is to signify that they have completed their indoctrination and are accepted by the cult. For new initiates, this is when all of the cult is in agreement that they are faithful and trustworthy. For born initiates, this happens on the day of their birth. The second rite happens when initiates have come of age - aka, reached 18. The third rite is given when they have committed the act of bringing either their first newcomer or their first sacrificial vessel into the cult, solidifying their place among the ranks.

Blood Sanction: This ritual is performed whenever a new initiate is born. They are essentially blessed by darkness: marked with runes of blood, they are visited by their first demon so that they are ensured protection by the dark lord before being handed over to their mother for assurance that they will always be safe in His shadow.

Ceremony of Conviction: This rare ceremony is performed when it is found that someone is growing suspicious and intruding in the cult’s matters. They are taken by cult members, locked in the basement, and tortured for a fortnight. If the figure in question is a religious figure, such as a priest, missionary, or reverend, the torture is extended for two whole months, or longer. The cult invites demons to watch and cackle as they torment the prisoner in UNSPEAKABLE ways, aiming to break their faith. The end result is either conversion or a slow, torturous death as demons devour them morsel by morsel. Cultists observe the whole thing and chant, as the energy of the demons feeding off of a live meal can often invigorate the souls of initiates who are so lucky as to witness the sight. Those directly responsible for capturing the target are rewarded handsomely by Lucifer and his demons.

Final Respite: Funeral ceremony for fallen cult members. It’s a ceremony where the body (or whatever is left) is prepared with balms and salves, locked into a black wood coffin, and held in the temple church. The cult gathers to sing and pray in tribute to the member’s life, before the coffin is set ablaze and submerged in a fountain of blood where they will descend into Lucifer’s kingdom and join him in death.

Nox Amoris: If you’re a couple looking to conceive while indoctrinated in the cult, it’s critical that you go through this ritual and gain both Gary and the UNSPEAKABLE’s approval. These rituals are only available during the Spring and early Summer and must be performed at night. If Gary approves of the conception, he’ll go to the basement to draw up a summoning circle and briefly commune with the demons about the initiate’s intentions. The ritual consists of bringing a sacrifice to the altar, eviscerating it, bringing something you hold dearest to you, putting it inside the sacrifice, closing it back up, and then leaving it for the demons to collect under a powerful seal. If the demons accept, they will visit and return the item you sacrificed while you sleep. If they do not approve, the seal and the item will disappear. The reason it is important for the demons to accept the conception is because children with their approval are marked as Children of Lucifer by default and will go unharmed by visiting demons. If a child is born in the cult and it is not approved by the demons, there is a strong chance they may target the parents after it is born, and nothing will stop the newborn from being used as part of the Second Death ritual. (For this reason, Gary encourages birth control among cult members and, if necessary, will schedule abortions at the clinic for errors.)

Second Death - A ritual performed on a chosen vessel. A special mask is placed over the vessel’s face as a guide and stained with their blood as a glass ritual knife is used to carve out the face of the victim. This creates a portal to Hell. From there, seven living newborns must be passed through in order to receive a response. Usually, this takes the form of a demon binding itself to the victim’s soul, possessing the body, and pushing its hand through the cavernous face. When not actively being inhabited, the victims face will return and they will regain control of themselves. However, the demon will still be bound to them and able to take control at any given time. After a certain point, the demon will completely emerge from the vessel’s face and walk alongside them on Earth.

Walk of Judas: The cult performs a re-enactment of the Last Supper and Judas’ betrayal to commemorate the branching off of members from the cult to new roots. They usually don’t move far, but whenever cultists end up moving out of the apartment complex after years of dedicated service, this ceremony is held by Gary and his cult to commemorate them leaving in the hopes that they will spread the knowledge of what they have learned and continue their practices. And they’re very authentic about it. They dress the part, make bountiful feasts, and turn the whole apartment complex into basically a walkthrough theater where the departing person plays the role of Judas to affirm that they will carry on the ways of the cult long after they’ve left.

Weekly Meetings - Taking place Wednesdays and Sundays (unless there’s a holiday). These are gatherings in the temple chapel where Gary holds a short service to remind everyone of upcoming events and dates. It’s also taken as an opportunity to praise diligent members and warn of potential dangers both inside and outside of the cult.

Demons

The relationship between demons and souls are complicated. A soul is what allows a mortal creature to live and walk on Earth. Earth can only be possessed and tread upon by creatures with souls. Demons (and angels) do not have souls and so are confined to Hell. There are just two ways to get around this, and it is why they want souls in order to be able to walk on Earth.

When a soul is sacrificed (meaning offered from a dead person) to them, it is not absorbed into them, nor does it exist within them the way it does for a human. They’re still very much non-mortal and do not become mortal by having a soul. Rather, human souls act as ticket to Earth and a source of power to keep them on Earth. Demons want them in order to wander Earth and in order to become strong and feel vitalized.

The other way a demon can come to earth using a soul is throught a vessel. A vessel is a living person who has been prepared to have their soul borrowed or bound to a demon. Borrowed for demons temporarily visiting, bound for demon who are permanently staying with them. They prefer willing vessels, but any vessel will do as long as it has a soul. They can possess this vessel at any time and use their bodies any way they like.

If a demon is called by its name while it is in the mortal realm, one of two things can happen. If it is bound to/possessing a vessel, it will manifest itself by taking control of the body to respond to the one who has addressed them. If it is not bound to/possessing a vessel, the demon will appear before the one who called its name. How it responds varies wildly based on the temperament and nature of the demon.

While it is generally considered ill fortune to call a demon by its name, if it is not already summoned into the mortal realm, there’s really nothing it can do.

Demons generally do not share their true names. It is only by salvaged record that most of them are known. The primary reason for this is because if you know their name, you have the power to summon them by invoking their name. This means that, to some degree, you can control them by way of making deals at any time or interrupting their work at will.

There is a difference between possession and being bound. Possession is of the flesh. Binding is of the soul/spirit.

Any demon can possess a person, and any demon that possesses someone can be banished with an exorcism. It already has a soul (usually from someone who’s already dead) allowing it to walk on Earth. Therefore, its hold on the person’s flesh is weak and temporary. (Such as Alu temporarily possessing John.)

A demon that is bound to someone’s soul is tethered to that person forever. Its very essence is now merged with the person’s. Exorcism can temporarily remove it from their body if it’s possessing them, but it won’t free their soul and the demon will try to get their person to run away. The person and the demon are intricately intertwined. (Such as Amy and her demon, or Miriam and the UNSPEAKABLE.)

A demon can only be bound to a mortal’s soul through ritual, like the Second Death. With a demon bound to them, the mortal will never age or die of natural causes, and some may even be granted special abilities as a result of their soul being bound to a demon. (These abilities depend wholly on what the demon is capable of.) However, because of this tether, if either the mortal or demon is hurt/killed, then the other will suffer the same fate. Kill the person, the demon dies. Exorcise the demon, the person dies.

Multiple demons can bind to one soul. It’s incredibly rare though. Most demons don’t like to share.

Multiple souls can also bind to one demon. The more souls a demon has bound to it, the more powerful it becomes.

When a demon falls in love with a mortal, it means they truly care for that individual. They will become very diligent, dedicated, and protective of them. They will do anything to make them happy and keep them safe. In return, they hope to be bound to the mortal. This has been the heel of many fallen demons.

The offspring of a demon and a human is known as a Demifiend. They are incredibly unique creatures. They often inherit some of the abilities of their demon parentage that will grow stronger with age. Because humans need souls to exist and a soul cannot exist in a demon’s body, Demifiends’ souls often take the form of a shapeshifting animal companion - a daemon. Much like the bond between their parents, Demifiends’ soul are an extension of themselves. They will not die of natural causes, but can be killed if their Daemon is.

Every demon has its own unique abilities and powers. This depends on their rank, how many souls they have, and their own personal forte. Some are masters of charisma, others specialize in trickery. Most demons have multiple abilities. All demons have the ability to appear at will or turn invisible in order to protect themselves.

Every demon has a different and unique temperament. For the most part, they all get along or are at least civil towards one another. Even still, they are all unique individuals with their own personalities. Some are mischievous and relish in chaos and suffering. Others are more even-tempered, neutral, and to themselves. Still others are very friendly, gentle, and outgoing. No two demons are completely alike. Not even twins.

#i've done it #i feel like squidward just completing his masterpiece #please enjoy this long ass meta post #i hope y'all enjoy it #faith the game #father garcia #faith chapter 3 #faith game #faith airdorf #faith the unholy trinity #john ward #lisa pearson #tiffany robinson #gary miller #amy martin #michael davies #miriam bell #friends oc: alastor rosales #simplyjason ❤️

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Fire On Fire: Chapter 6

(Ch. 5) (Ch. 4) (Ch. 3) (Ch. 2) (Ch. 1)

Gallery II Taglist Application II Symbol Guide

Summary: Years of preparation have led up to this moment: D-Day is here.

Contemporary: June 4th, 1944. Upottery Airfield, England.

Waking up next to Joe was heaven but the day itself was far from it.

Alix's assumption had been correct: the original plan was to jump on the 4th but the powers that be (also known as General Eisenhower) deemed the heavy cloud cover, fog, and strong winds too risky so at the very last minute, a 24-hour stand-down was ordered.

Everyone was understandably peeved: all that preparation and psyching yourself up mentally, just to have the metaphorical brakes slammed on right before takeoff.

But although she’d never admit it out loud, Alix was honestly relieved. As much as part of her wanted to just get the damn drop over with, another part was grateful for the small delay.

She’d take as much time as she could get without people trying to kill her and her friends.

As she settled in between Joe and Malarkey to watch Mr. Lucky for what felt like the millionth time, Alix couldn’t help but feel a twinge of grief: Gio would’ve loved this film.

Her older brother, Giovanni, had been the world’s biggest Cary Grant fan and every time he had shore leave, he'd drag Alix to the movies with him to see the latest picture starring his favorite actor.

She'd seen Suspicion and His Girl Friday so many times when she'd visited that she swore she could recite them backwards, line by line.

But Gio would just roll his eyes at her half-hearted complaints.

“Mom made me sit through years of your God-awful piano recitals,” he'd remind her as they stood in line at the box office. “You owe me."

"That's not fair," Alix would protest as they collected their tickets and made their way into the lobby. "I quit piano like ten years ago!"

"And thank God for that," he would joke, earning him a smack on the arm from his younger sister.

"What you did to Moonlight Sonata should be considered a crime!"

Now 23, Alix's heart sank at the faint echoes of Gio's breezy laugh in her mind.

She could feel it slowly slipping from her memory, every day a little more. She was forgetting him slowly and she hated herself for it.

Gio hadn't been seen for 3 years, not since the attack on Pearl Harbor. The ship he'd been serving on, the Arizona, had been completely destroyed in the bombing and Giovanni had been one of many classified as MIA.

For the first year or so, Alix and her family held out hope that perhaps he'd survived somehow. But eventually, her mother told Penny to stop setting an extra place at the table and Alix knew.

No one spoke about it. Her father found refuge in women and booze. Her mother found refuge at mass and in her garden.

And Alix…Alix was the same age as Gio had been when he disappeared, and she was over three thousand miles away just like him, about to throw herself into a fucking war zone.

Sensing something was wrong, Joe leaned his shoulder slightly against her own like a worried puppy, just enough to say “I’m here if you need me” without actually saying a word.

She didn't say anything but aimed a small, grateful smile in his direction anyway so he knew she understood.

After checking around them to be sure no one was paying attention, Alix reached over and slipped her hand into Joe's, giving it a quick squeeze.

I love you.

His lips curved into a warm smile and he squeezed her hand back, eyes still trained on the film.

I love you too.

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Contemporary: June 5th, 1944. Upottery Airfield, England.

The following day seemed to crawl by at a snail's pace and having Lewis Nixon breathing down her neck wasn’t helping.

Alix had already spent her morning poring over her forged passports and IDs for any possible mistakes. One wrong letter, one misplaced stamp, and she could be found out. She was nervous enough as it was without Lieutenant Nixon pacing behind her like a mother hen, peppering her with questions she'd already answered.

“What about your radio?”

Even with the cam cream smeared strategically on his face, Alix could still see the frown lines creasing his brow.

“You do have your radio, right?”

“Yes sir,” the young agent reminded him, trying to keep the exasperation out of her voice.

He'd already asked that twice.

“Everything’s either in here tucked under the First Aid supplies—"

She patted the worn canvas messenger bag hanging off her shoulder, the red cross emblazoned on it falsely identifying her as a combat nurse.

"— or here," she gestured to her shirt.

Everyone knew that the Nazis found it morally degenerate to strip-search women, a fact which Swallows and now Sparrows relied on to carry out their missions.

Important documents and her L-Pill, also known as the lethal cyanide pill, were pinned to the underside of her bra for safe-keeping.

“Good,” Nixon affirmed gruffly and Alix was suddenly reminded why people below him called him Blackbeard behind his back. “And you know your orders, correct, Agent?”

“Yes sir,” Alix replied, repeating them back to him in a voice much more confident than she felt:

“Get to the nearest available shelter, radio in, if possible. Rendezvous with our French assets, gather intel, sniff out the mole. Then once he or she is taken care of, we move to phase 2: Bang & Burn. I radio in and we go from there.”

More formally known as a demolition and sabotage operation, the Bang & Burn would be the easy part. Now finding the mole…that could be troublesome.

Alix knew her instincts were good but still, she worried:

Were they good enough? What if she killed the wrong person?

As if he could hear her thoughts, Lieutenant Nixon gave her a grudging nod, the first sign of approval she’d ever gotten from him.

He hesitated and for a split second, she thought her case officer might actually say something nice for a change but he seemed to think better of it. Instead, he just gave her another, more final nod before stalking off, most likely to find Colonel Strayer to compare notes.

Taking a deep breath as she tried to calm her nerves, Alix felt around her bulky uniform for the fiftieth time, double-checking every piece of equipment, no matter how small. Everything from her leg bag to her pistol would be vital in the coming hours.

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Alix had always hated flying and this time was no different. The cacophonous rattling of the metal, the roaring of the engines, the howling wind just outside, she could barely hear herself think and knowing how dangerously high up they were did nothing for her nerves.

The air sickness pills were starting to make her woozy and she almost cracked a smile at the memory of what Skip– who was now snoring soundly to her left– had said hours earlier when they were first given the pills.

"Can't be airsick if we're not awake, can we?" he'd piped up with his trademark grin as he popped a pill in his mouth.

Now, leaning forward a bit, Alix peered around the sleeping Skip to check on Don. He was just barely awake, staring blankly in front of him into the darkness with his lips pressed together in a thin line. Hands clasped in front of him, he looked about as anxious as she felt.

Feeling her eyes on him, Don glanced over to her and Alix mustered up a shaky half-smile.

We're gonna be okay.

Her best friend tried to return the expression but only succeeded in a small grimace, his apprehensive-looking brown eyes silently voicing her own fears:

Are we?

Alix squeezed her eyes shut so he wouldn't be able to see the rising panic she knew was there.

She couldn't afford to show her fear, not now, not even to her best friends.

But even still, she was terrified.

Sandwiched between her two best friends and her boyfriend, she took a couple deep breaths before slouching down in her seat, her head dropping as she allowed the drowsiness from the pills to take over.

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Alix surfaced from sleep hours later to find she’d spent most of her night accidentally slumped over onto Joe’s shoulder.

Lifting her head, the young spy forced herself to sit up groggily, hoping no one had noticed.

Luckily, everyone else seemed to still be asleep, except Lieutenant Winters who was gazing out the door into the night and her boyfriend Joe, who gave her an encouraging wink that somehow made her cheeks turn pink even in the near-darkness.

Despite the bags under his eyes, he already looked pretty awake and knowing him, he probably had been for some time.

Joe Liebgott was a notorious insomniac and it would take more than a couple air sickness pills to cure him of that.

Still a bit drowsy, the young OSS agent was in the process of stretching out her cramped legs to wake herself up when she received an elbow to her left side.

Her head whipped around and there was Skip, holding a pack of cigarettes and grinning at the couple like the Cheshire Cat.

“G’morning,” he chortled, waving the pack in front of them. “Either of you lovebirds care for a smoke?”

“Sure thing,” Joe replied eagerly, never one to turn down a cigarette, especially under stress. “Thanks!”

"Anytime, Lieb!"

Skip dutifully extended the pack across Alix’s lap so Joe could grab one before offering it to his best friend, his amber eyes twinkling knowingly.

“What about you, Pyro? You want one?”

Removing her thick gloves, Alix gave him a wry look.

“Depends. Does it come with an I-Told-You-So?”

“You know it does,” was the smug reply.

“Fine, fine,” she relented, plucking a cigarette from the pack with an exaggerated air of defeat “Go ahead, Skipper, let me have it.”

Ever the gentleman, her best friend at least had the decency to give all three of their cigarettes a light before settling back into his seat triumphantly like a king returned to his throne.

“I’m just saying, Pyro,” he yelled over the clamor of the engines, an all-too-satisfied expression painted across his face. “I fucking called it!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Alix responded, rolling her eyes amiably as she took a drag. “Rub it in more, why don’t you?”

“Nah,” Skip remarked cheerfully. “I figure I oughta leave some jokes for Don whenever he wakes up!”

Joe cocked his head to look at her, his brows knit quizzically, but Alix shook her head, still laughing.

Don’t ask.

For a brief moment, it was like she was back in Aldbourne again. No stakes, no fear, just joking around with the friends who had become like family to her with the man she loved by her side.

But as quickly as her laughter came, it disappeared.

The order was given, they stood, the light was green, Joe squeezed her hand quickly and then before she knew it, Alix was leaping out into the dark abyss below.

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I wouldn't be mad if Megan came out with a song that called out every person in the industry by name who shitted on her during that trial… lyrically destroy them! The fact that there are still people defending him disgusts me. I’ll never understand this obsession with wanting assault victims to be liars. i will get back to my rant in a moment but i need to say that i always want the world to burn and pay for their crimes for their mistreatment of black women.

it’s not just meg. Rihanna, Kelis, Tina Turner, Ashanti, Keke Palmer, Dee Barnes, Michel'le, & so many other Black women were done wrong

Aaliyah never really came forward. But when the news broke that she was illegally married to R. Kelly she was shamed as if she wasn’t a victim. You can literally look up what happened during that time. Her industry peers was still working with him & didn’t give a damn.

Robin Givens was framed as a “gold digger” & was victim blamed after Mike Tyson abused. The Black community was terrible to her. Despite Mike Tyson saying in his book that punching Robin Givens “was the best punch I've ever thrown in my entire life.”…

People were nasty as hell to K Michelle when she accused Memphitz of abusing her. Only for him to later admit that he actually abused her. I can’t recall anyone who dogged her out in his defense recanting or even apologizing for the harm they brought to her.

Biggie used to abuse tf out of Lil Kim & instead of people acknowledging what happened to her they just rush to talk about her plastic surgeries (as a result of abuse btw)

Karruche, Tyra Banks , Kimora Lee Simmons , Tisha Campbell etc. all lost jobs and opportunities for speaking up

The police leaked Rihanna’s nude pictures from her phone. Nas & Dr Dre are still pillars in the community. People made fun of Keke hiding from Trey. The women of love & hip hop basically told K. Michelle she was lying. Like come the tf on. Society doesn’t care about victims especially if they are black.

if you support a nasty person who hates bw and intentionally harms them and abusers, then you’re dead to me and you can go to hell you abuser and anti bw slut!

Now back to that Canadian pos.

It’s the way he’s gone out of his way so many times to avoid accountability and paint him as innocent it’s disgusting. The narcissism. The sociopathy. The way he played the victim

Overall, Tory’s ego is why he is in the predicament that he’s in. Not because of him shooting a woman (a problem in itself). Had he owned up to what he did & took a plea deal, he would’ve been better off. He would have never had to face two decades of prison and deportation, just a couple of years in jail and that’ would be it.

& We all know folks love an abuser redemption arc. I just see it now “he took accountability for what he did” “he changed” “he’s showing growth”.. So folks would’ve ate that up! 🙃🙃 like you can’t redeem those who haven’t genuinely repented

God really blessed him with the worst team/lawyers possible. Still remember his lawyer acting a fool. “Y’all come back with a not guilty verdict yet?” He really thought social media was the judge and jury 🤣😂🤣😂

He thought the fact other misogynists and abusers were loudly backing him meant he would've gotten off. Womp womp!

she more of a real nigga than him. she was just gone let that shit ride but he started talking shit. He should have been grateful that she didn’t turn his dusty behind to the cops at the crime scene at first, she was gonna let him off the hook and was willing to let the whole situation go as well? She was being extremely gracious but he chose clownery, he still decided to run his mouth & drag her on the internet now he’s jailed. It’s what he deserves.

the fact that she literally tried to protect him from the police at first despite what he did to her. she was literally willing to let it go and try to move on, HE dragged it and was in the blogs calling her a liar.

Literally or just not say anything if no one else was saying anything he decided to drag it a be corny

if a mf show you mercy, just take that lesson and keep it pushing. At the very least be grateful. Most people would have turned that person who shot them that same night and called the cops. When people grace you you better not take it for granted.

I swear people be getting too big for they britches and think fat meat ain’t greasy.

i say this all the time not once did he show a ounce of empathy or even keep quiet , he was antagonizing her for a whole 2 years straight being the ring leader having ppl encourage his disgusting behavior, Literally all he has to blame is his ego. Megan had no initial intention of cooperating with the state/cops or outing him as the shooter. He could have gotten away with this if he wasn't such an egotistical, opportunistic, entitled, sociopathic, narcissistic, misogynist prick. so now he’ll have plenty of time to think about his actions and I hope they deport that leprechaun with the quickness 🫶🏾 .

It’s definitely his fault and I’m glad to see him burn.

#Poor baby smh she’s been through so much 🫶🏽🥺#fuck everyone and everybody who said that megan was lying #they can all choke #my heart is constantly with meg 💝 she's been through far too much #I’ll never forgive anyone who disrespects and abuses black women #Rihanna #Kelis #Tina Turner #Ashanti #Keke Palmer #Dee Barnes #Michel'le #& so many other Black women.#To hell with the world they will pay for their crimes for disrespecting black women #Don’t fuck with black women #Don’t harm them or disrespect them if you can’t love them #K. Michelle #Robin Givens #Janet Jackson #Whitney Houston #i will always want the world to burn and pay for their crimes for their mistreatment of black women.#If you supported abusers and those who have done black women dirty #then you are dead to me and you can go to hell #i don’t give a fuck #I don’t even care if you’re my mother #You are nothing to me if you are being a cocksucker to an abusers and someone who has disrespect bw.#i said what i said #argue with the fucking wall

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How do you think Percy felt after being ‘rejected’ by the Raven Queen? I know in his letter he said he felt grateful and that he built the altar because he wanted her to have some mark in his city but do you think he was actually a little butt hurt by her words? Even though she specifically said that all life was broken. Do you think his rejection from Ioun made him feel worse about himself too? I like to think that because of his family’s history with gods, a small part of him wanted

acceptance from one but eventually he gave up, as they kept bruising his ego and letting him down. making him more sarcastic with gods and more of an atheist.

Firstly, I think you're approaching this from the entirely wrong angle. Secondly, I think calling it "Butt hurt" is uh... very dismissive. When Percy went to the Raven Queen he was specifically going to ask for help with regards to the spread of guns having just been made aware that Ripley was still out there, still making guns, and was buying up enough black powder to serve an army. He's terrified, traumatised, likely in the midst of an emotional flashback, and being starkly reminded of his guilt and responsibility for having made guns in the first place as well as his guilt and responsibility for letting Ripley have the chance to escape and do all of that.

From the transcript:

RAVEN QUEEN: Is it yourself you wish to fix or something more? PERCY: I don’t think I can be fixed. There is something broken in the world. RAVEN QUEEN: Then come. Let us talk. PERCY: …I don’t understand how these things work. I’m so sorry. I - where do you wish me to go? RAVEN QUEEN: Have faith. PERCY: (disbelieving laugh)

-- Campaign 1 - Episode 57: Duskmeadow

Percy already doesn't believe in gods. Percy already believes he's broken - unfixably so, at that! Percy isn't asking for acceptance, he's asking if his mistake can be fixed and, if so, what the price is. How he is to go about it. He's not asking for acceptance, he's asking for information and, potentially help, and the Raven Queen gives him a vague answer and tells him to ask "the right questions".

PERCY: (takes deep breaths) Do you know what I’ve done? RAVEN QUEEN: I’ve watched. PERCY: I have questions. RAVEN QUEEN: Then ask them. PERCY: First, is - can we stop it? Can we stop what’s been released? Is there something I can do? RAVEN QUEEN: Many things are released in this world. Many terrible, many wonderful. Many things. Ask the right questions. PERCY: Did it choose me because I was broken, or did it break me? RAVEN QUEEN: You were always broken, Percival. And you were preyed upon, just as it preys upon others, and will continue to do so until finally destroyed.

-- Campaign 1 - Episode 57: Duskmeadow

Emphasis mine.

Percy already believes he's broken and that he can't be fixed. He has not yet accepted that he hurts and breaks the way that people do, that his trauma isn't some unique, terrible thing that separates him from everyone around him. Vox Machina help him often, because they clearly regard him well and love him, but because of that love he cannot trust them not to be biased: they will give him more leeway than they should - than he knows they should, which is why he encourages Vax to distrust him - and that's part of why, when told to "ask the right questions" he asks what he does.

Did it choose me because I was broken, or did it break me?

That's a crux question for Percy, still stumbling towards healing and yet still so far from it. He had Orthax in his head not much more than a month or so before, and Orthax had been linked to him, infesting his gun and with a link to him, for years prior to that. Percy's already been tortured; this is yet another violation. And he knows that it's possible, likely, even that he was pushed towards vengeance by Orthax:

ORTHAX: You made a great sacrifice for my gifts, Percival. Do not let it be in vain. PERCY: (sighs) Did I even want revenge before I talked to you? Did I? I don’t remember anymore. What does she die for? What do I even need? I want my country. I want my sister! I’ve killed two of those who have wronged me and nothing is better. Nothing feels better, nothing is avenged. What is this worth to you?

-- Campaign 1 - Episode 35: Denouement, Part 1

But... he made guns well before Orthax's presence was so integrated with his. He made guns to seal that bargain with Orthax, it seems, at least to his perception and what we know from what Taliesin and Matt have said. Taliesin has even said that it was up to Matt if the dream was anything at all - it could have been nothing, which is why I fall hard on the side that Percy made guns, not Orthax, and that it was Percy who came up with the design. Orthax only co-opted them.

Besides, humans are capable of more evil than the monsters we create. After all, we're the ones to create those monsters.

But the point here is that Percy is trying to figure out how much of his actions and his choices were him, he himself alone, and how much was what he was led towards by Orthax - how much he was corrupted and how much, how easily can he be corrupted in future. Percy doesn't like to make the same mistakes: he is trying to prevent that from happening. If he was already broken, if this is due to inbuilt flaws in who he is fundamentally then he needs to know where and how so he can be aware of it and prevent it from happening again. If he was broken by Orthax then he needs to be aware of where and how so he can fix himself. As he says in the conversation:

PERCY: I know. There is nowhere I can look for healing? Other than deeds? I like to fix things.

-- Campaign 1 - Episode 57: Duskmeadow

Again, emphasis mine.

This is the crux of it for him, distinguishing these two, ultimately very similar, points. Percy is prone to overthinking (and indeed, this particular discussion was kind of in the back of my mind when I put Percy through therapy in Ripley's Assitant. Percy's tendency to overthink often hampers his healing because he gets hung up on tiny points of specific difference when often which it was isn't what matters; it's how it matters to and affects the person) - and he gets caught on these kinds of things instead of going "What do I do now, with what is."

So - his question: was he already broken, was he meant to do this - fated to do this, even, as he goes to the very goddess of fate with this question - and Orthax saw that, or did Orthax break him as part of his process of getting souls to feed on and guns being brought into the world was merely a side effect? Was he fated to do this, and it was beyond his control, or was it entirely his fault? Was it Orthax's fault? Was it due to Orthax's influence on Percy and Percy could have chosen otherwise, done otherwise, chosen a different weapon? Is Percy complicit?

And the Raven Queen's response then is... well, a reminder for us in the audience that the gods of Exandria are fallible. She does not give the best response she could. What she says only confirms Percy's worst fear:

You were always broken, Percival.

My friend @chamerionwrites once said to me that they don't think Percy heard the rest of what the Raven Queen said and I'm inclined to agree with them: Percy kind of blanks out and his responses as things go on kind of don't entirely connect to what she's saying. It's not until the end of the conversation that she seems to realise she's made a mistake with opening how she did, when she clarifies:

RAVEN QUEEN: All life is inherently broken from the start, Percival. Take solace in that. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It’s to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose. You are all broken, but also understand - MATT: At this point, her voice gets very deep and very resonant. RAVEN QUEEN: Mortals can achieve great things. I did.

-- Campaign 1 - Episode 57: Duskmeadow

A lot of people get mad at Percy for not registering that part but, to remind you all, that happens at the end of the conversation. She points out that he was preyed upon right after saying he was always broken, but Percy doesn't care about those nuances (ironically enough, given his overthinking) because in a single, flat statement, a god has just confirmed his worst fear.

Imagine you learn that someone who has severely traumatised you is now going out and using what you consider to believe your worst mistake, the thing you never should have done or made, and spreading it around to everyone. Imagine you go to a supreme authority for help, while wrestling with trauma and fear and self-loathing, and when you ask what to do, ask how complicit you are, the first response you get boils down to "Yes, this is all your fault".

No fucking wonder our boy casts Hex on himself after this! A god has just confirmed his worst fears and thoughts about himself. A god. And why would a mortal - and a not very religious mortal at that - know that the gods can be fallible? Most tales of their failures would be against other gods, where there's a level playing field: why, how could a god make a mistake with a mortal?

But. But, but, but, but, but.

That's just the initial response. Percy does overthink everything and while I don't really think he truly heard or registered the rest of the Raven Queen's words, I do think he registered one thing:

From this point, things can only get better.

He is already broken. He has already broken things worse. All he can do now is... fix things.

And he likes to fix things. A weight is lifted from his shoulders: yes, he is to blame for these terrible things, yes, he is likely damned for his part in introducing guns to the world, for not killing Ripley when he had the chance and thus allowing her to spread them, yes, these are all weights he will bear forever...

And so, every good deed he does, lightens than weight. Every dragon they kill, every city they free, every person they help - that is him evening the scales. He is weighed down by sins, but at the same time, he is freed to do everything he wants to and can to repair that. He won't make those same mistakes again: all he can do is improve.

I think his feelings remain complicated about the Raven Queen. He gives her a mark in his city more for Vax - as he says to Vex and Zahra:

PERCY: But I would like her to have a quiet mark in this city. VEX: Is this for you, or for my brother? PERCY: …It’s for your brother, so that he can help us. We’re apparently all in this together. -- Skip -- PERCY: Tell anyone you’d like where I went. It’s not a secret. I just wasn’t ready to… I don’t think your brother - I would hate for him to think I’m competing. I just had some questions. VEX: I won’t tell anyone, Percy. PERCY: Thank you.

-- Campaign 1 - Episode 57: Duskmeadow

Percy doesn't generally lie to Vex. He'll misdirect at times, or deflect, but when asked a direct question by her, if he gives a direct answer, he's usually honest. Given the pause, I think he was contemplating if it'd be wise to answer and to clarify his intent - as he says later, he doesn't want it to seem as though he's competing with Vax: he's not. And he and Vax are still on somewhat rocky ground after Vex's death... but as he says, they're apparently "all in this together", so he's going to help how he can - this is one such way.

So... he's not "butt hurt" by the Raven Queen's words. He's pretty deeply scarred already and what she said just dug right into those old, only somewhat-healed wounds. And, when he pries that out and lets them heal, he finds he's healed in a way that's a bit less awful, but it's still more pain and healing to work through when he's not really in a place to do that.

The Raven Queen is fallible. It's a very interesting character note and it's one I think more people would do well to remember. This is amplified by Liam-as-Vax's vagueness to the Raven Queen regarding Vecna - Liam assumed the Raven Queen already knew what was going on, and she didn't. The Exandrian gods are fallible. They can make mistakes. They do make mistakes.

As for Ioun... Percy's in a largely better place then. I mean not completely, given everything going on, but he's got a more stable foundation under him after the year break and settling into who he is and what he's done and how he intends to move forwards. He has Vex, pushing him to forgive himself more and simply endeavour to be better in future, something which gels with his resolve after visiting the Raven Queen.

I do think there's a part of him which hoped to be chosen by Ioun, if only because he is very proud of his intelligence and accomplishments - but he's also an atheist! He likely was only a nominal follower of Pelor before the Briarwoods and then the god of sunlight did nothing to help his family - long standing dedicants in a city built around one of the god's own sacred trees at that! - as they were attacked and murdered by a group he later found out included a vampire...

Like I'm sorry, god of sunlight versus vampire - who would win here? I know where I'd place my money - and Percy is a dealmaker and occasionally a betting man. He too would put his money on Pelor... and Pelor did nothing.

Of course he's let down. Of course he's hurt. His family have been dedicated to Pelor for years, have had several champions of Pelor in the family as marked on the crest, rule a city with a titled role dedicated to working with Pelor to preserve the city and the forest to the point of recieving visions from the god.

And yet the god did nothing.

Wouldn't you be bitter? Wouldn't you refuse to offer them faith after they did nothing after all the faith they'd been given before?

So, given that... I think there was a part of him that wanted to be picked and another part of him that knew that was highly unlikely. And... even if he did get picked, how would that go? The atheist who doesn't really like gods being perpetually tied to one? He'd get annoyed with it once the joy had worn off. He's still got a lot of healing to go.

I... truly don't think he resents it very much - especially as, when he was given the information for the trammels, he was very clear that he shouldn't know that and that it hurts him to know it. I think he might resent that Scanlan, absolute liar of all liars, who decieved them all and then blamed them for what they did because he didn't tell them things, got picked instead... but I don't think he's very upset for himself.

If anything, it might just make him more sure that the gods are all useless, annoying, overpowered idiots, messing things up for regular people.

(And then probably backtracking on that, because it treads too close to Ripley's beliefs and he'll be damned if he's like her at all.)

Percy's healing process is a long and drawn out one - his thoughts on gods included - and it's notable that... he views gods and godly magic rather as he does his own magic. A matter of utility, kept and used because it is useful, but not something to be relied upon. It is worth remembering that when it came to Percy's resurrection after Glintshore Taliesin told Matt that if they tried to use direct godly intervention, Percy would refuse to come back. Percy needed to be drawn back by his friends own wills alone, for his sake alone, not by them asking a patron to intervene. He needed to be shown what they would do for him themselves, on their own power and initiative, not anything else.

Percy doesn't trust the gods. He doesn't like the gods. He accepts that they exist and help some of his friends, but he himself?

Pelor failed his family and his city, the god of sunlight letting his tree and a city and family dedicated to him suffer and die under the hands of a vampire that god's light could have easily incinerated.

The Raven Queen, as far as Percy is concerned, used his mistake to coerce one of his friends into service, confirmed Percy's worst fears about himself, and ultimately took that friend from them.

Ioun chose liar-Scanlan over anyone in their group - I think Percy would be of the opinion that Tary would have been a better choice.

The one god he might like is Sarenrae, because Sarenrae is light and life and healing and redemption, and has never hurt or harmed Pike and indeed has been the one to help Pike bring them back over and over again. An argument might be made for Erathis, goddess of cities and civilisation, but we don't really see him directly interact at all with Erathis for all he spends time talking to Yennen.

All in all... I don't think he ever particularly cared about gods. They were there and he knew his family was dedicated to Pelor, he probably went to regular services but didn't think deeply on it or believe particularly strongly. And then, despite the dedication his family as a whole showed, Pelor did nothing.

It's not about a bruised ego with Pelor, it's that Pelor didn't hold up the social contract. Percy believes in duty and responsibility - and Pelor did nothing to people who had been dutiful towards him. He did not hold up his responsibility to them.

The Raven Queen didn't bruise his ego so much as confirm his worst fears - and Percy at that point has no reason to think that that the gods can be fallible. He has just been told, by a god of fate no less, "yes, all these things you hate and fear about yourself, they're true". That would fuck anyone up.

And Ioun... I don't think he feels terribly strongly either way. I think he's let down in the way you can be let down when you think something good might happen and there's a bit of you hoping for it even as you know it's unlikely. It's not a terrible, lasting disappointment, but it still hurts a little in the moment.

Hopefully this helps you understand a bit more clearly.

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Behold my Nerdy ass self indulgence

Androsphinx Leviathan and Lucifer with Cleric Male-Reader SFW

Lucifer

Guardian for the Gods

Far away, bound in the deserts of a kingdom lost to the sand and wars of man, there is a temple long forgotten by most besides the most ancient and devoted of worshipers. And in that temple is a treasure kept locked away for its tremendous power and those who might seek to destroy it.

There lives Lucifer. Where he stands guard over the scepter of light, a duty given to him by the God of the Sun himself. The scepter of light produces a radiant light capable of purifying even the deepest of taint. Demons, devils, and undead often seek it out to destroy it, and others seek to use its power to exploit it.

His fur is a deep black like the sands when the sun falls. His centaur-like body is heavily sun kissed. The spot he lays in is the only place with a spot in the ceiling that was exposed to the outside. His humanoid body is covered with gold bands and jewelry, rewards for his dedication but he only wears them to show his devotion to his God.

When beings approach he would often insult and berate them to sniff out their true intentions. Those who are easily provoked are immediately disposed of, they are here for the wrong reasons, in his eons of serving his god the last person to be able to wield the scepter was the paladin Lilith, she was a remarkably pure soul. So now he waits for when the world is in need of the scepter once more.

Deeming you Worthy

You are a cleric of Diavolo, god of the sun and you’ve served him since you were born, his marking found on your navel when the priest helped your mother deliver you. You were a blessing from the Sun God himself. You grew up in the temples traveling and learning more and more of the world around you and honing the magic he blessed you with.

And as it turns out, the country was being consumed by an ever encroaching darkness, a taint that kills everything it touches, withers crops, spreads illness that leads the poor people it affects to wither and turn to undead. As much as the others have tried they cannot rid the darkness from the land, they must purge the source whatever it may be.

So they sent you, Son of man and blessed by God, to rid the country of this darkness. They provided you with everything that you could ever need, enough gold and a sigil so other temples provide just as well.

Your journey has been long and hard. You've faced many demons and undead to uncover the location of the lost temple. Succubi and Incubi have tried to lure you into their clutches but you’ve prevailed despite it all. You can see the temple on the horizon. You want to rip off your ropes with how hot it is, and as you travel you tell yourself you can spare some magic to create water so you take off your robes to your hips and pour the delectably cold water over yourself panting and enjoying the refresher.

You find your way inside and deal with the traps and even puzzles left behind by the old masters. You push the final stone door open and you find Him inside. He was waiting for you.

He mocks you for what you did outside, shameful that you, a cleric, used your magic to just cool down, especially when your goal was in sight. You knew he’d be like this: the elder warned you of his trick, and you steeled yourself. He mocked you. He seemed to fish out every insecurity you have; physical, mental, spiritual, even actions you’ve regretted in the past. He laid it out in the open and picked at every one. He seemed to make up his mind right then and there.

“A man like you is unworthy to wield it, you will only create a catastrophe.” but despite it all you knew people were relying on you, friends, family, other worshippers. So you grinned at him. And proudly told him that despite your human flaws you will see your goal through to the end despite what he might think.

Lucifer stood and jumped down and you held yourself tall and mighty, refusing to back down even as he towered above you, and he smiled. “Very well, you may take it. But know this. Even if you were blessed by Diavolo I will be the judge of whether you can handle the responsibility.” You grinned back and told him he’s not the only one.”

Taking it, it felt perfectly fit for your hands, the perfect weight, as if you were made for it. And Lucifer decided for himself he would be accompanying you. It doesn’t matter if you want him or not, he tells you you have no choice but seems a bit amused if you don’t want him there.

Leviathan

Guardian for the Gods

A city on the water, a holy city often visited by merfolk on pilgrimages. They all journey here for different reasons, some for holy blessing, some for wishes, and some just to see Lotan’s holy messenger and speaker Leviathan, an androsphinx who had tread into the water for Her holiness.

The city is built around her temple and it's like a jewel in the middle of the ocean. Leviathan lives there with some Clerics and priests visiting to clean and pay tribute. The whole city is under her watchful eye no man or creature is allowed in her holy city unless she has allowed it, and Leviathan is there to ensure it.

Leviathan sits on the altar made for him just under the temple's aquamarine skylight. His fur sleek and wings more like fins with a radiant transparency, like stained glass with angelic light shining through. His tail now finned instead of tufted with fur. He’s been given many items which he accepts, silver and jeweled bands, rings, and crests. He glimmers at all times, even when the moon shines through his beauty radiates it, though no one is allowed inside after sunfall.

Returning the artifact

You were given a task from your elder to deliver a once lost artifact that you had found in the perilous waters of Devil’s ocean, where Aboleth’s had taken it away. Lotan’s mortal crown made from silver shells and hydra teeth, Allowing the wielder to become impervious to magic, But when Lotan ascended to Godhood it was taken. When you slayed the Aboleth broodmaster you found it in their hoard and told to bring it to Lotan’s holy city.

You did so happy, honored that you were able to return your goddess’s crown to her after it was kept from her for so long, not to mention to keep it away from those who would do wrong with it.

Arriving there you were always blown away, even the night is beautiful but you were focused on the task at hand. Stepping inside was like stepping into another world but That wasn’t the strangest part. What was, was Leviathan rolling around on the ground yammering to himself.

“Lotan! Please, I beg you, why do I have to be the one to talk to everyone? My heart can’t take it! With every person that comes up I want to break into tears! Why can’t I be like the others that get to dwell all by themselves over treasures hardly anyone cares about! This is too much! Can’t you swap me out every once in a while? I need a vacation!” You watched the legendary being throw a tantrum under the marble statue, blown away. But your breathing was too loud and his head turned to find you. You both ended up screaming.

Leviathan pounced on you, holding you down with his paw trying to seem threatening but his face all red and he was stammering. He demanded to know why you entered this temple without permission and you blurted out your deed of recovering the crown. You both stared at each other for a while and he ran off.

He berated himself sobbing on how a great cleric saw his ugly side and how he could never show his face again, he’d rather be smited by Lotan for not doing his duties rather than have to show his face to you again. Such a disgrace!

If you approach him and try to comfort him he only cries more wanting to throw himself into the darkest hole, even you pitied him. Trying to look over it has him still screaming that he knows you’re looking at him in shame. It's even worse that you don’t mention it.

It takes a thorough slap to get him to stop, and he flushes holding his cheek as you explain the situation to him. He calms down and handles it in a way you’d expect of a deities’ messengers and speaker.

He takes it from you and thanks you for returning it even after such a dangerous mission. But the whole time he’s blushing.

It takes days for everything to be scribed down and the whole time Leviathan keeps calling you back and asks for not only advice but to just hang out with you after the sun has gone down. He doesn’t do that with anyone and you are exalted more and more everyday. Some offer you free stay at their taverns, some try to get you to marry their daughters, even their sons, and there's even a grand festival held in your honor. Leviathan watches over it all and is always there to listen and offer the temple as a place to get away. Maybe you can understand why Leviathan is the way he is?

After all the established fineries and etiquette he asked what you were going to do after. Looking at his paws as his claws dig into the tile and asks if you could maybe stay here. It seems he’s come to like you a lot. He offers you a permanent place at the temple and even says he’ll get you your own home if you really want to. The decision is up to you, hero.

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Finally, Home Again!

After a decade of not finding anything on the great sea, Tetra's discouraged, and spends her 21st birthday drinking her sorrows away. Fortunately, Link's there to give her a hands up.

Tetra was twenty-one years old today– she’d been looking for a new kingdom for ten years. Ten years. Ten fruitless years they’d been sailing, this way and that– North, South, West, East, and on one very strange occasion, Up– and what did Tetra have to show for it? JACK. SHIT. I told the old man we’d find a new land, found a new Hyrule… prove ol’ Ganny wrong, show him the gods didn’t destroy us! And we got NOTHIN’. Nothin’ but islands and ocean. Hope that stony ol’ bastard’s happy down at the bottom of the sea, cuz it looks like he was right… Tetra let out an exasperated sigh. Being down in the dumps like this wasn’t like her– civilization was still around, after all. It was just on boats and islands… Dammit, this ain’t like me! I’m Pirate Queen Tetra! Sure, she wasn’t much of a pirate– she’d never looted or plundered anything other than monsters– and queen? Yeah, she was a queen, queen of her crew of seven. Ooh, what a mighty queendom I have! Seven people! Tetra stood and kicked a bucket across the room with a roar of frustration. Six guys who served my ma, and one guy who I DON’T KNOW why he gives two shits about me! A knock to her quarters snapped her out of her tantrum. “Tetra?” It was Link– said ‘guy who Tetra didn’t know why he gave two shits about her’. “Are you okay? I heard a crash. Mind if I come in?” Tetra groaned. Link was always too polite for his own good– too helpful, too good natured, too NICE! Tetra couldn’t help herself when it came to him– and the fact that he’d grown up into an incredibly handsome young man hadn’t helped things. “Yeah, yeah. Come on in. I’m just wallowing in my own crapulence.” She muttered, taking a swig of something that tasted like swill. “Bemoaning my own failures, like usual.”

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maipareshaan · 2 years

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Release Me

JohnxAzazel, nsfw

Summary: John is hunting the figure in the shadows but when he finally sees him things are not so simple, there is an electric feeling in his heart and everything he think he knows will be turned on its head.

Johnzazel fic

Release Me

John drove, his hands firm on the steering wheel, his body tense and focused on his destination, the demon he had tortured had told him where yellow eyes was, an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the woods. This was it and he had to stay focused, gut the evil son of a bitch that took Mary away.

He thought about calling his boys, checking up on them, but he had to stay focused, emotion was coursing through him and he had to stay steady, Dean will take care of himself and Sammy, he assured himself. He had the job to do, to put an end to things, put a bullet through the rotten evil that had taken everything away from him.

He saw the warehouse now, moonlight shining on the mediocre piece of wood, metal and glass, but he could feel the darkness within it, felt like it had engulfed the whole thing, maybe it was a hunter's hunch or maybe it was him losing his mind, was he scared, no, not of it but of failing, of coming so close and failing Mary and his sons.

He relaxed his hands and they started trembling a little, enough he screamed at himself, taking a drink from his flash, holding the shotgun filled with salt in his hands and the colt he had aquired.

He made way to the warehouse. Peeking through the window he saw that the walls were covered in sigils and a man sat there on a couch looking down and rather dull and bored, he lifted his head abruptly as though he sensed something and smiled a wicked smile his eyes turning yellow. John ducked, his heart racing, this was it, this was the demon, the vile evil, was he noticed. Capture or a trap or his sleathiness being futile was something he was expecting. He had the colt though, acquired it from a hunter, hoped the demon didn't know, that it would be enough of an ace up his sleeve.

"I have been waiting John, waiting so long." John bares his teeth, he was the one waiting for this moment, this was his moment, he'll have the filthy creature dead soon.

He pulls out a grenade, takes the pin out and throws it through the glass. Its a small explosion, he goes in with the colt, eyes searching hungrily for the demon, there is a hand on his shoulder, an energy pulses through him so intense, the touch is magnetic, its like his brain is sharp, a fog is lifted, he turns, colt at Yellow eyes forehead now, the demon's hands still on John's shoulder. He can't stop staring at the demon's eyes, they are...beautiful, like gems, his mouth goes dries, no, no, its devil magic, the demon he is doing something to you, John says to himself, his grip on the Colt tightening.

"You won't shoot me John, never been able to." His hand now travelling to John's face. The touch burns like fire but he craves it, wants to engulf in it. Mary he thinks. Mary. But he feels nothing, none of that love, that regret, that need for vengeance. Tears start stinging his eyes, what is happening to him.

"Its okay John, this, this is the real you, the you not being controlled by heaven, by its spells, the room is warded to break that connection, Mary was nothing to you John, just a cupid's assignment, what we have is real, it is too powerful."

"No, no, heaven...you are a demon, you destroyed my life..." It's insane, but it feels like the truth, it feels right and so wrong, its trickery, or maybe its not, he can't tell, he can't tell and he wants to crumble in pain, but the pain in his chest it feels like...longing, the ache of lost love.

Azazel looks at him with sadness in his beautiful eyes, the colt still on his temple, unsteady with John's slightly trembling hand.

"Yes, i thought i was serving my God, Lucifer, following the plan to release him, but when i brought you back to life i couldn't stop thinking about you, i was your friend, i was many of your friends, i told myself it was for the duty, but i simply couldn't stop thinking about you, wanting you, and you released me John, i found a new God, i found meaning and love."

John swallowed, "What do you mean...who did i know you as?".

"Nosra, Nomed...it was me John. Name's Azazel by the way"

John shook his head in disgust, "You possessed them to stalk me!"

"Yes, i was doing my duty or so i told myself, keeping eyes on your family but knowing you changed me John, and it changed you too, we...we had those special times together didn't we."

John looked at the demon in disbelief, "I was a bad husband to Mary, i should have never done that and with a demon." He shrieked, contempt coming over him.

"Oh John you never really loved her, even under the cupid's spell you couldn't resist me. You feel it now don't you, you feel our bond." Azazel's eyes bore down John's desperately.

"Take me John, let go of all this pain, its you and me, free of all restraints."

John put down the colt, tired and confused, Azazel immediately grabbed the back of his head with his free hand, the right one still on his face as he met his lips to John. John immediately responded, it was like he was alive again, maybe even for the first time, both of them ravished each other, their tongues sucking each other's sweet mouth, Azazel pulled John's shirt up throwing it to the side and pushed John to the ground, his hands rubbing over John's body and finding his groin, rubbing it through the layer of clothing, John moaned not wanting to break the kiss and resuming with greater fervor, biting Azazel's lips. Azazel takes down John's pants and starts rubbing John's cock. He pushes his fist down John's impressive length. John's eyes roll back, John wants to feel Azazel too, his cock becoming rock hard. Azazel breaks the kiss and John feels disappointed, but then Azazel's mouth is on his dick, swallowing him in one go, he releases John, smiling at John curling his toes and moaning.

"Oh John, now that i don't have to hide that i am a demon i can make things so much better."

He proceeds to give John the best blowjob he has ever gotten, all that shame, those cheating escapades with Azazel, those shameful encounters from people he picked up on his time on the road, that shame, he felt none of it at this moment, knew it was meant to be, knew this was love and right, knew it was right and that there should have been no shame to any of it. He had never felt so strongly about anything, the ache in his heart had subsided, it was filled with airyness and thirst, it made him feel so good, he had accepted that he was Azazel's and Azazel was his.

Azazel takes lube out of his pocket and coats his fingers with it. He keeps blowing John while he inserts his fingers in him, opening him up, John cries in pain and pleasure, Azazel starts thrusting two fingers in, then three, scissoring and opening him up, John comes down his throat, screaming in pleasure, he is screaming profanities.

"Azazel, fu-ck, fuck meee, ahh."

He moves to take off his shirt and pants, John sees his hot body and his length and girth with excitement and some fear as Azazel positions John on his lap, Azazel enters John slowly and starts kissing with passion but its sweet and slow. He fastens his pace and he thrusts deeper and deeper till John has consumed him fully, John starts moaning and matching Azazel thrusts, moving in rythym, everything feels so clear, so simple at this moment, while they come almost together, John collapses in pleasure and exhaustion. Azazel pulls out and lays with him for a moment, content and at peace, a small smile on his face.

John takes deep breathes, he can't stop thinking about tasting Azazel, being inside him. He gets on his knees, dipping his head in to kiss Azazel, as he leaves traces of kisses to the end of Azazel's tip, he starts working on it, licking and blowing, going deeper,

"John, oh i missed you so much." Azazel cries out moaning, he means it too, all that loneliness and he has John. All those odds and he gets to see the sight of John's beautiful lips around his dick.

John starts searching for the lube with his eyes and moves away from Azazel.

"Don't bother." Azazel says smiling, "I can take it."

John's eyes are now on something else though and he fetches the Colt.

Azazel freezes, fear in him now, had John decided to kill him, did all this mean nothing, what a fool he had been.

"Relax." John said softly, "I could never do that right." His eyes matching the softness of his voice. "No i figured i'd put a use to this old thing now that's it here." He grinned sheepishly but with mischief.

He came back between Azazel's legs and started pushing the Colt in him. Azazel moaned and laughed, the relief and pleasure making him high, the object of his death by John's hand was being used to make love to him. It was beautiful. John's mouth then engulfed Azazel's throbbing dick, his lips stretching all over him, his tongue making him squirm, the colt thrusting deeper and deeper, hitting all the right points, he came, waves of pleasure rolled through him. The Colt left him and John then pushed himself inside Azazel thrusting till Azazel felt the wave again, John came shortly after. The pleasure and happiness exuding off him, giving him such a high. He lay down again on Azazel's side, they started kissing gently when Azazel felt something was wrong and broke the kiss.

He could feel it, the energy of angels, he checks to see if the sigils were okay, but the small blast seemed to have affected a sigil. Pulses of energy started coming through the dwelling.

"What's happening?", John asked, panicked and confused, he didn't want anything to make him part with Azazel.

"It's the angels, a sigil was weakened and they are trying to remove them so they can destroy us again.", his voice was bitter and hollow with sadness.

"What will they do to us?"

"Erase our memories, reprogram us." Azazel said defeated. "You'll forget me again, this has happened before."

"No, they can't, i won't, i won't forget you."

The door flings open.

A woman in a grey suit enters, followed by 5 more suits.

"Naomi." Azazel spits out.

She looks at them in disgust.

"Look at you, what kind of vermon are you, you have a job from hell, fitting for your depravity, and yet you refuse to do it for this." She said shaking her head.

Azazel looks like he is about to strike, to which Naomi raises her hand, "The archangels are watching Azazel, you are no match for them. Back off or John suffers."

"He suffers anyway." Azazel shouts.

"Only for a while, then he is in heaven, with Mary where he belongs. Not with scum like you. You'll get your due too Azazel, get you back on track."

John is listening, unable to fully process what is happening, he just feels a deep sense of helplessness that converts into anger.

"You can't mindwipe and force me. Angels shouldn't do that." he spits out.

The angel laughs, "We can do whatever we want, heaven commands it."

With that she snaps her fingers and John is in a motel, with his two young children, he remembers hunting a werewolf and coming home, he gives his sleeping children a sad look and sits down to drink to Mary's memory, swearing vengeance for her as he sees her photo. Its what is planned.

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