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Root of Eden
Chapter 1
"Sera, where are we?" Emely whispered. Her fear-filled eyes wandered restlessly over the gloomy land. Rotten and corrupt, it was shrouded in the deepest darkness, driven by a silence that only death itself could bring. No life seemed to be able to take a foothold here. "You are too young to recognize it. This is what Lucifer did when he betrayed us. When he set the root of pure evil free by giving Eve the fruit." Sadness was reflected in Sera's voice. "This is the Garden of Eden. The rotten paradise.”
"It can't be," Emely whispered into her hands. Of course she knew the story of how the former archangel deceived heaven when he gave Eve the cursed fruit and set Root free. But no one had ever mentioned that he turned the Garden of Eden into a cursed neverland. "It's a secret, only I and the archangels know about it, and..." Sera paused. Hesitated to continue. "If you really believe that souls can be redeemed, there is only one angel who can judge this. Come on, we're almost there, stay close to me and be quiet." Emely pressed close to Sera as they followed the small path through the red blossoming trees.
At first she thought they were gruesome looking flowers with an unusual color. But on closer look, she realized that they were many tiny withered apples, shimmering with the power of Root.
"Don't touch them. The corruption is everywhere here." Sera warned them with urgency. They passed through the dark forest in silence, careful not to get too close to the trees that seemed to be following them. The question of which angel called this his home was on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't dare to speak. This place seemed to suck all the courage and hope out of her chest. It was all the more relieving to leave the forest and step into the open field in front of her. However, her breath caught in her throat. He stood in the middle of this field. The once mighty and magnificent Eden Tree resembled a memorial to all that Lucifer's betrayal had caused. It was nothing more than a ghostly skeleton of rotten wood.
She looked alarmed at the heavy fog that covered the ground around him. "You will keep quiet and stay behind me. No one knows what shape she's in. She never got over the fall of her garden, after all, she was no more than a child when it happened. Her strength alone is the only thing that keeps the garden standing. Since its fall, she has slept in her Tree and is waiting.”
"But why? He's dead." Sera glanced nervously to the side. "Hope dear sister, hope is all that keeps her here. There is no other place for her. She is the Garden of Eden. She's an angel of creation, a guardian."
"But then doesn't she hate Lucifer?"
"You want evidence Emely? If Lucifer's little daughter manages to convince Eden, then the Council will have no objections to helping her. That's what you wanted, isn't it?”
Yes, she wanted that, but what price would it be to unleash an angel on hell who had every reason to destroy him as she had once destroyed her empire? "Give me your hand, it will take the power of both of us to awaken her." Sera held out her hand in invitation. Emely hesitantly offered it to her. Her magic filled the air with a crackling sound.
"Eden, wake up! We have a pleasure to ask of you."
Nothing but silence answered her, but the fog seemed to grow thicker and thicker. It closed around her ankles like a cold grip and she moved closer to Sera. "Lucifer killed Adam in hell and is rebelling again. You get down there and see if his sinners deserve redemption. We need to know if the Fallen One dares to dream again." At the mention of his name, a rustle broke the silence. At first it was a muttering that resembled the sound of the wind. The murmuring became a whisper. A broken voice sounded from inside the tree.
"Lu...cifer?"
"That's right, go to hell, find Adam and make sure they focus on his redemption. You decide if the doomed have a chance to rise to heaven. Or if it's just an excuse for Lucifer to rebel again.”
Two green eyes lit up in the darkness. They stared venomously at Sera, as if weighing up whether it was worth remaining peaceful. It seemed as if they were silently communicating with the elder seraphim. The figure that slowly separated from the darkness was different from what she had expected. Where the purity of her kind was reflected in bright blue and white, Eden's delicate pale skin stood in stark contrast to her pink hair, which was streaked with individual red strands flowing over her wings like silk.
At first Emely thought the angel had horns like a demon, but on closer look she realized that they were branches with apple blossoms sprouting from them. Vines twined along her long pale green dress as if they were alive. "She was once nicknamed Mother Nature, even though she was only so young at the time. Most of the earth's plants sprang from her ideas." Sera whispered almost respectfully.”
"You do me far too much first, big sister." Sweet and dark, Eden's voice softly caressed her ears. "Who's the little lady by your side?" Unexpectedly, Sera pushed Emely closer behind her as Eden stepped closer and eyed her down. A delicate scent of apple blossoms hung in the air. "She is the seraphim of humanity." She replied curtly. "Emely, you should go." A portal opened right next to her. Before she could object, she was pushed through. The last thing she saw was a knowing smile from Eden, which made her green eyes light up. An uneasy feeling spread through her chest as she stood alone in her room. She had to warn Charlie.
"That was very rude Sera, the poor thing looked a little confused." A wicked smile sneaked across Eden's red lips. "You were very quick to replace Lucifer."
"Quickly? Eden, it's been eons since you fell asleep after his betrayal." Eden clicked with her tongue.
"And now I'm supposed to judge whether Lucifer is trying the same thing again? What happened?" Sera hesitantly told her what happened. "Adam is dead and his soul has been thrown into hell. You have to find him before he causes trouble. Let's face it, he's a disaster. Lucifer's daughter firmly believes that sinners can be redeemed. She has to help Adam, and if she succeeds, the terms with hell will be discussed again.”
"Oh, so I'm allowed to hurt him as much as I want?" Eden bared her teeth with a grin. Whatever had happened to her back then. Root had changed her too.
Chapter 2
Coming soon..
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devoutpriest · 13 days
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“ no. it is a system, a hierarchy. those once close to god know he has fled us, child. joshua, one of the few left, stayed in the garden of eden, believing in him. gods favored have changed, and among them, the eldest have grown tired and violent. we were given orders, once. some were interpreted diffe- rent than others. some took their garrisons and started ho- ly wars. others obeyed to the stark, bareness of it–some simply fled; job prayed and was met with silence, like you ; his eyes going blind from endless prayers of deliverance. he has left us with our troubles, our wars. he departed when he made you. humans. “ a gentle squeeze of asmegin, though castiel knows not his strength–the pulse of blood and veins startles him, so he relents, as soft as the giving ilk in heavens borders whom took flocks of babes under their wingspan–sisters, some brothers. humans were not strong of body, he must remember. “ your faith is STRONG, but withering. “ a BANG in the atmosphere, air ripples and tears, coagulating ions marking the protrusion of his physical form. from his ve- ssel’s back sprouts shadow-silhouette, reaching toward the heavens, massive and full. about his skull circles brimming light, unbroken. veins flare with his celestial grace, stars in his mouth, teeth, eyes. there is a vague hum, ringing, a BONE-vibrating shudder.
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the angels even losing faith in god, violence and dissent in HEAVEN…it was a new concept that athelstan had difficulty wrapping his mind around.
“ how can it be, that EVEN the archangels would stop believing in him? how could he just abandon us?”
he winces, at the hardened touch on his shoulder, he feeling his heart beat faster, not wishing to offend the angel, this holy messenger of god, yet it hurt, he hoping his bones weren't broken.
the blue pupils of athelstan’s eyes dilated, at witnessing the impossibly large shadowy wings which extended from the man’s back, 'it's badmr in fallinn haf...' (the wings are branches of the tree ; flower petals fluttering in unfurling ; falling in the sea), he whispers subconsciously in wonder, and of the distinct ringing reverberating in his bones.
his chest heaves with shocked wonderment at witnessing all this infallible proof. this man—no, ANGEL-–was the closest connection he had to god now, and yet if it were true that god had not answered his cry for help, by sending down an angel from heaven…
“may i ask…" he pauses, trying to still his irregular heart- beat back to normal, and a tremor evident in his voice.
”…what is an angel of the lord doing here in kattegat?“
all that was here was himself, and pagans in which their beliefs and practices athelstan were sure would be viewed as abhorrent in the eyes of such a celestial being.
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autoneurotic · 3 years
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they sent you shivering to my doorstep, gently clawing at my window when i was less than awake, i slid it up for you to slither through and heard you howling
‘just take me, just take me...!’
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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Laito Maniac [Epilogue]
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ー The scene starts in the entrance hall in Eden
Yui: ( So this is Eden, the place where Karlheinz-san lives... )
Laito: Nfu~ He doesn’t seem to be around. ...Well, I expected as much.
Seems like we have no other choice but to wait. Good grief.
Yui: Shouldn’t you look for him?
Laito: I can’t. No, to be more precise, it would be a waste of time and energy...I guess?
Yui: ...? What do you mean?
Laito: Hmー ...How should I put this? ...It’s a bit difficult to explain. ..Well, I suppose you’ll find out eventually.
I wasn’t expecting to meet him right away after showing myself here out of the blue either.
That man knows everything. I’m sure he’s aware as to why I’m here as well.
Yui: Eh...!? 
Laito: I guess you could compare him to God. Not only does he foresee everything, he never shows himself.
Because he knows that time is not ripe yet.
Yui: W-What do you mean...?
Laito: He can predict the future. However, while he can foresee what can happen, he can’t change it.
Picture yourself in front of a river, for example...There’s a large obstacle somewhere far up ahead...
He can see the entire river, so he’s already aware of the obstacle.
However, he can’t stop the flow of the water, nor would he attempt to stop it himself.
ーー I guess putting it like that makes it a little easier to understand...? Nfu~
Yui: Yeah, I feel like I can vaguely understand what you’re trying to say.
( He knows that Laito-kun has come and why he is here. )
( However, he hasn’t shown himself because it isn’t the right time for them to meet yet, right? )
( ...I wonder what kind of person he is to be capable of such a thing? )
Laito: That’s the current situation, so let’s take it easy here for a while, okay?
He should show himself when it is time.
Yui: Yeah...
( ...Somehow that’s a little anticlimactic after stressing myself out the whole way here. )
( Besides, it feels weird to relax here. )
( Laito-kun’s here to kill the owner of this castle after all... )
( To a measly human such as myself...The way things are handled over here in the Demon World are on a completely different level, far beyond my comprehension. )
Laito: Say, Bitch-chan? Let me show you something nice.
Yui: Something nice...?
Laito: You’ll find out once you follow me. Nfu~
*Rustle rustle*
Laito: Come on, this way.
Yui: Yeah.
ー The scene shifts to the flower fields
Yui: Wah...How beautiful...!
Laito: Right?
Yui: ...What are these flowers called?
Laito: Hmー Their name, huh? I’ve never even thought of that.
Yui: I see...
( I’ve never seen these kinds of flowers before... )
( The petals become multi-colored when hit by the light, so they’re very pretty... )
Are these flowers exclusive to this garden, perhaps?
Laito: Exactly. They don’t bloom anywhere but in these flower fields at Eden.
Yui: I see...
Laito: ーー These flowers, you see. They’re immortal.
Yui: Eh?
Laito: Nfu~ Just like us. As long as no supernatural powers are involved, they won’t ever wither.
Yui: They never...wither? Such flowers exist...?
Laito: I mean, there’s creatures like us which are immortal...
So it isn’t all that strange there’s similar plants as well.
Yui: I see. Good point...
Laito: If only...the same could be said about humans.
Yui: ...Laito-kun...
Laito: I wouldn’t have to be plagued by any weird thoughts if you could be like these flowers, right?
Yui: Um...This might be a strange question to ask, but can I not become a Vampire then?
Laito: ーー It didn’t work.
Yui: Eh?
Laito: I started considering making you one of us a long time ago.
For some reason, I couldn’t. Under normal circumstances...A human would slowly transform into a Vampire by having their blood sucked repeatedly.
We call this ‘the awakening’...
But for some reason, you never awakened. I don’t know whether your heart’s the blame for that, or if it’s something entirely different...
Yui: I see...
( My heart was taken from Cordelia and put inside me... )
( In that case, it honestly wouldn’t be all that strange for me to become a Vampire, so I wonder if there’s some other reason behind it...? )
Laito: Are you upset, Bitch-chan?
Yui: Eh...? Why would I be?
Laito: Because I tried to make you one of us, without ever asking your opinion on the matter.
Yui: No. I’m happy knowing that you thought that far ahead for me.
Besides, if anything, I’dーー
Laito: Nfu~ You would have preferred to become one of us?
Yui: I just thought that would allow me to stay with you longer.
Is that strange...?
Laito: It is. Or rather, don’t you think you’re taking the concept of immortality a little too lightly?
Yui: Am I...?
Laito: I guess in the end, both humans and Vampires want whatever they don’t have.
Being able to naturally pass away is such a blessing after all...
Yui: I guess it is to you guys...I’m sorry, I...
Laito: No need to apologize. I’m the one who tried to take that privilege away from you after all.
If anything, I should say sorry, no? ...Fufufu.
Well then, guess we should get back inside soon?
Yui: Yeah...
ー A flashback ensues
Cordelia: ...!! Why...Why!? Why won’t he come!?
He...Karl said that he would come today...He broke his promise with me!! Unforgivable!!
Who does he think I am...!? I am the daughter of the Demon Overlord, Burai...!
All other men are head over heels for me and yearn after me...So why does Karl...!?
Laito: ( ...She’s having one of her lunatic episodes again. Honestly, she should stop bothering since it’ll only exhaust her. )
( I don’t think there’s any reason to get so upset? )
( For one, this happens all the time. He never changes. )
Cordelia: God!! I won’t forgive him...!!
*Thud*
Laito: Oh come on, don’t be so mad. Calm down...
Cordelia: How am I supposed to stay calm right now!? Aah, god...It grinds my gears...
Laito: Nfu~ But you have me, don’t you? Just forget about that man already.
Cordelia: ーー Hah?
Laito: ‘...Hah?’, you say? How cruel...
Cordelia: I have you, so what?
Laito: What do you mean? ...I mean, I could replace him and...
Cordelia: Time to get off your high horse. Listen carefully? You aren’t Karlheinz.
Don’t get the wrong idea. You’re no replacement for him.
Laito: ...
Cordelia: ーー Haah...Honestly, Karl...You’ve kept me waiting for so long...I can’t believe it...
Just look at how much I love you!
Laito: ...
( Then, what exactly am I? )
( If I’m not his replacement, then!? What...purpose do I serve!? )
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ーー That one sentence she spoke,
was a fatal blow to me.
Pierced deeply through the heart,
I came to realize how foolish I had truly been.
I even felt the desire,
to kill myself on the very spot.
I had the wrong idea this whole time.
I thought that she sought after me,
both to spite him,
as well as a way to replace him.
However, reality was different.
I was nothing,
but a way for her to vent off her frustrations.
In other words...
I was her personal trash can,
to throw in all the ‘love’ she didn’t know where to go with.
Looking back at it now, I was shallow-minded.
To think that while twisted,
there was something there,
which could be considered love.
I truly believed so,
and I wanted to believe.
ー The flashback ends with Laito waking up in the guest room
Laito: ...!!!
Haah, haah...A dream?
( Oh, it was just a dream...Even so, it felt incredibly real...A true nightmare... )
( All of this probably happened...because I’m currently at this place, at Eden... )
( This is his territory...He could easily (1) manipulate my dreams... )
Fuck...!!
*Rustle*
Yui: Nn...
Laito: Whoops...!
( Right, she’s lying next to me... )
...
Yui: ...
Laito: ( Thank god. She’s sound asleep, huh...? )
Yui: Uu...
*Rustle rustle*
Laito: ( ...Such a thin neck. I could probably snap it with just one hand... )
( A fragile...and delicate neck. )
*Rustle*
Laito: ( If I use both hands like this, it’d be over in a second... )
*Rustle rustle*
Laito: Kuh...
Yui: Uu...
Laito: ...!!
Yui: ...Uu...
Laito: Bitch-chan...?
Yui: ...
Laito: ...!!
( What was...I doing just now...!? Did I try to...kill her...!? )
( ...Even though I told her...Told her that I’m here to kill him to be able to look at life more brightly... )
( No...I’m not killing him for that reason... )
( I want to be killed by him. Because then I can die. )
( I won’t have to see her perish either. ...I want to avoid that. )
...
( I’m scared of myself...At this rate, I’ll end up killing the person I love the most. )
( Just like...I killed her. )
Fuck...This is messed up, isn’t it!?
Why am I like this...!? Kuh...
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 
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(1) わけない or ‘wake nai’ is a tricky one, because the two possible meanings it has are polar opposites. Either it means ‘easily/easy’ or ‘there’s no way’. Although in the latter case, ‘wake ga nai’ is more commonly used. 
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bumblesimagines · 3 years
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Part 24
Request: Yes or No
Anddd we're back but this is hella short. Don't ask how y/n is able to get to so many places so quickly.
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You glanced at the passenger seat, hearing your phone vibrating. The phone was connected to the car so you answered by pressing on a button on the steering wheel.
"Hello?"
"(Y/N)?"
"Wanda?" You breathed out, eyes widening. You pulled over to the side of the road, listening to her dry chuckle.
"I'm sorry I never got back to you.. I was.. I did something I shouldn't have. Do you have time?" Wanda asked. You could hear the exhaustion and guilt in her voice as she spoke. You sighed softly, relieved to know she was okay.
"Yeah, I have time. Send me the directions and I'll get there as soon as possible." You answered. Wanda hummed softly, hanging up.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y-"
"Already setting course."
"Thank you." You watched the steering wheel turn on its own, the car driving back onto the road. You picked up your phone, texting Bucky. You bit your bottom lip, gaze drifting to the flower resting on the floor of the passenger seat side. You had ignored any thought of visiting Gaia, choosing to spend time with the loved ones who had missed out on 5 years of your life.
"I can't believe I missed out on all your birthdays! You're officially a man now!" Sam said, fingers wrapped around his beer bottle. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head.
"Yeah, lucky me. You two stayed the same age while I got older." You huffed softly, chuckles leaving the two men.
"You still look the same." Bucky pointed out, running a metal finger down your cheek with a small smile.
"I bet you're gonna age like Jennifer Aniston. By the time you're in your fifties, you'll still look like you're in your twenties." Sam grinned.
"That'd be great." You chuckled, raising the bottle to your lips. You licked your lips afterward, tapping your fingers against the bottle.
"But, uh.. I'm not gonna age.. for a long time." You revealed. Sam blinked, staring at you.
"Apparently, I might age like a tree." You laughed softly, head shaking.
"Like a tree?"
"Like a tree."
You hummed as the car pulled down a road, leading to an area by the mountains. You noticed a cabin ahead, licking your lips. The car came to a slow stop, turning off. You got out, watching Wanda open the door. A smile spread across your face. Wanda returned the smile with a tired one of her own, walking towards you. She gently wrapped her arms around you.
"I messed up." Wanda said softly. You frowned, holding her as she buried her face in the crook of your neck. You pulled away, following her inside the cabin. She sat down on the couch, licking her lips.
"After we went to get Visions body.. I went to a town named Westview." Wanda began. You sat beside her, listening as she explained what she had done.
"I left and came here.. I feel horrible. I.. I let my pain take over and I ended up making innocent people suffer." Wanda frowned.
"Are the people-"
"Monica and the others will help them. I just.. I need to stay away and figure out my powers. I need to know what else I can do." Wanda rubbed her arms, gaze distant. You reached over, giving her knee a gentle squeeze.
"What have you been up to?" Wanda asked, smiling gently as she tilted her head, desperate for a change of topic.
"Bucky and I moved in together not long ago." You revealed. Wandas' brows rose as she licked her lips.
"Really? I'm happy for you, (Y/N). How's Bucky doing?"
"He's.. he's trying to get better. I'll support him every step of the way." You shrugged lightly, giving her a small smile.
"I also visited Gaia."
"How'd that go?"
You stared down at the fairy ring, a gentle breeze blowing by. Your hands were sweaty, nerves bubbling in your stomach. You were unsure on how Gaia would react to you visiting her. You swallowed, taking a step forward and entering the circle. You shut your eyes, the smell of wet rain disappearing and being replaced by the smell of roses. You opened your eyes, looking over the rose bushes. You were in a garden. The sky was cloudless and a forest surrounded the garden. You heard soft humming in the distance, following it to the center of the garden where a woman sat on a small white patio area.
“Take a seat.” The woman called, snipping the thorns off a red rose. You took slow steps towards the table, sitting down across from her. 
“What is this place?” You asked, head turning as you scanned your surroundings. 
“Some call this the Garden of Eden.” She answered, placing the rose down on the table. She finally looked at you, hazel eyes looking you over. You licked your lips letting out a soft sigh as your fingers played with the hem of your shirt. 
“Are you Gaia?” You asked softly. She nodded, smoothing out her dress as she stood up. 
“I haven’t seen you in years, (Y/N). How have you been?” Gaia asked, picking up the rose and walking to an empty patch of dirt. You scoffed, watching her drop the rose. The rose slowly grew into a rose bush. 
“I’ve been terrible, thanks for asking.” You replied, watching her turn towards you with slightly raised brows.
“You left me in an abusive orphanage with no family to contact. I’ve been through hell and back, Gaia. I lost my family, my best friends, my- my boyfriend.. Another father figure died. I don’t even know everything about myself!”
“But you have a family. You got them back and you’re part of that superhero team, aren’t you?” 
“Are you serious? They missed out on five years. I thought they were dead and gone forever! You’ve been missing from my life since the day I was born. Why create something that needs caring and then dump it aside?” Your jaw clenched as you stood up, staring at her. 
“I knew you wouldn’t be alone forever-”
“That doesn’t help the fact that I was abused, depressed, and suicidal for years!” You shouted at her, feeling a gust of wind abrupt from around you. The rose bushes surrounding the patio withered, petals falling.
“I would’ve rather been left with Tony Stark back in his old man fuckboy days.” You glared at her, fists clenching. Gaia let out a deep sigh, raising her hand and watching the color return to the roses. She ran her fingers through her hair, twirling a strand around.
“Why did you come here, (Y/N)?"
"To get answers but it seems like I won't get them."
"I didn't have high expectations but it was still pretty.. disappointing." You leaned back, rubbing your arms. Wanda placed a hand on your shoulder.
"You don't need her. You have the Bartons, Sam, Bucky.. me. The people who love you will always be with you." Wanda gave a smile. You nodded, letting out a soft sigh.
"Despite everything, I'm happy and that's all that matters. Whether she's in my life or not, I survived without her and I'll continue to do so."
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ASOIAF - Food symbolism: apples and Jon “You have to choose.”
Inspired by this amazing post by @thoughtsandgrumbles I felt compelled to look at apples a little. 
Apples are a deeply symbolic fruit on a good day, but I’m not going to go too deeply into the general use, because who has time for that? I’m looking at the text itself. This post will be all about apples in Jon’s chapters, once I get the preliminary rambles out of the way.
Warning: LONG. Many quotes.
Just a few things: 
Popularly associated with temptation and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil in the garden of eden, the realization of being nekkid, the Expulsion of Adam and Eve from paradise as a result. (That would botanically not have been an apple, though.)
The apple “to the fairest” handed out by Eris, godess of discord, for Paris to choose among the three godesses Hera, Athena and Aphrodite, ultimately leading to the Trojan War, which GRRM heavily draws from.
Snow White and the poison apple
Sansa is the name of a variety of apple that was developed in the 1970s, an early ripening mix of Gala and Akane.
Just by the general use, we get a theme of choice and destruction. Also Sansa is an apple. But - spoiler alert - that is NOT very central in Jon’s chapters. YET.
Also, some boring numbers, because this is not as easy a fruit as the persimmon to parse for the sheer amount of them:
Apples in general have 155 mentions in all searchable publications, 135 in the novels directly, 22 in Jon chapters. Only 9 of all the novel-mentions concern House Fossoway, 11 in the other literature. 
Top chapter uses: 
AFFC, Prologue - 14: Oldtown, Quill and Tankard inn backyard. Alleras shoots them with bow and arrow while the acolyte nerd squad discusses Dany and her dragon rumors. "Where's Rosey? Our rightful queen deserves another round of cider, wouldn't you say?" The apples are withered and wormy, the cider is fearsomely strong. Pate agonizes over his betrayal and theft for his creepy, obsessive love. His choice is “love”. Then he is killed. Complex.
ADWD, Jon V - 11: Jon passes out food and asks the wildlings at Mole’s Town to choose if they want to fight for the NW or not. Apples and onions, you have to choose. The apples are withered.
ADWD, Davos II - 7: Getting information about Manderly from an apple seller in White Harbor. Bad apple, good information. Theme in WH: who are you truly loyal to? The apple is dry and mealy, “bad”. Apples and onions, again.
ASOS, Bran III - 5, and ASOS, Jon V - 3: (8 combined) Rotten apples carpet the ground near an abandoned Queenscrown inn. They provide the background for Jon’s break with the Wildling Undercover Operation and flight back to the Watch. Theme: the abandonment of the Gift, the decline of the Watch, the Dream of Spring and Jon really doesn’t even really pretend to want a future with Ygritte. He chooses. The apples are rotten. 
POV uses: Jon 22, Arya 18, Prologue AFFC 14, Sansa 13, Davos 8, Jaime 8, Bran 8, Tyrion 8, Brienne 6, Catelyn 6, Dany 5, Eddard 5, Cersei 3, Theon 3, Samwell 2 JonCon 1, Asha 1, Quentyn 1, Arianne 1, Areo Hotah 1, Prologue ADWD: 1.
Jon is not only the single top POV character to feature the apple, he also has two of the top-use chapters that give the apple significance in setting the background. The apple is very closely tied to Jon. 
A short note on the  red apple Fossoways (Cider Hall) and the green apple Fossoways (New Barrel): 
The branches split at the trial of seven at the Tourney at Ashford (of the Ashford Theory), where the red apple fought for the bad guys (Aerion Targaryen) and the green apple for Ser Duncan the Tall.
Both had the red apple of the Fossoways painted on their shields, but the younger man's was soon hacked and chipped to pieces. "Here's an apple that's not ripe yet," the older said as he slammed the other's helm. (…)
"Ser Raymun, if you please." He cantered up, a grim smile lighting his face beneath his plumed helm. "My pardons, ser. I needed to make a small change to my sigil, lest I be mistaken for my dishonorable cousin." He showed them all his shield. The polished golden field remained the same, and the Fossoway apple, but this apple was green instead of red. "I fear I am still not ripe . . . but better green than wormy, eh?" 
(The Hedge Knight)
Again with the split of loyalty, with the following your moral code, with the choices. 
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So how do apples feature for Jon himself?
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Apples are connected to Jon’s struggle of loyalty to the Night’s Watch, and with his inner struggle in general. Every time they show up, he is confronted with a choice of who to stay loyal to, what values to follow. 
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First apple: AGOT, Jon IX. 
Jon’s final chapter in the book. Big Drama!
Jon eats a brown, withered apple when he tries to flee the NW the first time. He is heading South because his father has been killed and he wants to join Robb. He is plagued by self-doubt and fear. Then he takes a break to eat. 
In his saddlebag, he found a biscuit, a piece of cheese, and a small withered brown apple. (...) He kept the apple for last. It had gone a little soft, but the flesh was still tart and juicy. He was down to the core when he heard the sounds: horses, and from the north.
Straight after, he is caught and prodded back in an incredibly moving, nonviolent confrontation by his new Brothers reciting the NW vows. 
"… and all the nights to come," finished Pyp. He reached over for Jon's reins. "So here are your choices. Kill me, or come back with me."
Jon lifted his sword … and lowered it, helpless. "Damn you," he said. "Damn you all." 
In his mind, Jon is determined to try and escape again, but the next day, Mormont lets him know they knew what happened. 
Jon’s throat was dry. “You know?” “Know,” the raven echoed from Mormont’s shoulder. “Know.” The Old Bear snorted. “Do you think they chose me Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch because I’m dumb as a stump, Snow? Aemon told me you’d go. I told him you’d be back. I know my men … and my boys too. Honor set you on the kingsroad … and honor brought you back.” “My friends brought me back,” Jon said. “Did I say it was your honor?” Mormont inspected his plate.
Jon thinks he’ll be executed. Instead, he will be taken along to the great ranging beyond the Wall. 
“So I will have an answer from you, Lord Snow, and I will have it now. Are you a brother of the Night’s Watch … or only a bastard boy who wants to play at war?” Jon Snow straightened himself and took a long deep breath. Forgive me, Father. Robb, Arya, Bran … forgive me, I cannot help you. He has the truth of it. This is my place. “I am … yours, my lord. Your man. I swear it. I will not run again.” The Old Bear snorted. “Good. Now go put on your sword.”
Apple = choice. The choice is the Watch. Because the war against the Others is more important. 
Apple Quality: Brown and whithered. But still tart and juicy.
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Second apple: ACOK, Jon I
A former green apple (the valiantly knightly Fossoway kind) is to be dispatched from the Wall to garner support from a Baratheon king... 
"Renly is not like to heed a quaking fat boy. I'll send Ser Arnell. He's a deal steadier, and his mother was one of the green-apple Fossoways."
"If it please my lord, what would you have of King Renly?"
The conversation turns toward maester Aemon, his repeated refusal to become king and the incredibly foreshadowy information about the ending of the dragon line. 
It made him feel odd. “My lord, why have you told me this, about Maester Aemon?” “Must I have a reason?” Mormont shifted in his seat, frowning. “Your brother Robb has been crowned King in the North. You and Aemon have that in common. A king for a brother.” “And this too,” said Jon. “A vow.” (…)
Jon drew himself up, taut as a bowstring. “And if it did trouble me, what might I do, bastard as I am?” “What will you do?” Mormont asked. “Bastard as you are?” “Be troubled,” said Jon, “and keep my vows.”
Apple = choice. The choice is the Watch. The bigger picture is more important.
Apple Quality: green and unripe. (But honorable.)
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Third apple: ACOK, Jon VII
Jon and the Qhorin Halfhand crew are on the losing side of a game of cat and mouse with the warg-powered wildlings. Squire Dalbridge is about to sacrifice his life by going to shoot the Wildlings that are stalking them. 
The squire bowed his head. "Leave me as many arrows as you can spare, brothers." He stroked his longbow. "And see my garron has an apple when you're home. He's earned it, poor beastie."
He's staying to die, Jon realized.  
And that’s almost right at the end of the chapter. This is the only apple chapter where Jon is NOT immediately confronted with a moral dilemma of loyalty or the making of choices. And Dalbridge’s self-sacrifice, his off-page death, all of that means it’s a more long-term projection of the dilemma. 
The next, final chapter, Jon and Qhorin Halfhand are captured and he is compelled to kill Qhorin to prove himself a turncloak to the Wildlings, in order to start his Undercover Operation. 
The flames were burning low by then, the warmth fading. “The fire will soon go out,” Qhorin said, “but if the Wall should ever fall, all the fires will go out.” There was nothing Jon could say to that. He nodded. “We may escape them yet,” the ranger said. “Or not.” “I’m not afraid to die.” It was only half a lie. “It may not be so easy as that, Jon.” He did not understand. “What do you mean?” 
(…)
Rattleshirt’s bone armor clattered loudly as he laughed. “Then kill the Halfhand, bastard.” “As if he could,” said Qhorin. “Turn, Snow, and die.” And then Qhorin’s sword was coming at him and somehow Longclaw leapt upward to block. The force of impact almost knocked the bastard blade from Jon’s hand, and sent him staggering backward. You must not balk, whatever is asked of you. 
(…)
He knew, he thought numbly. He knew what they would ask of me. He thought of Samwell Tarly then, of Grenn and Dolorous Edd, of Pyp and Toad back at Castle Black. Had he lost them all, as he had lost Bran and Rickon and Robb? Who was he now? What was he?
“Get him up.” Rough hands dragged him to his feet. Jon did not resist. “Do you have a name?” Ygritte answered for him. “His name is Jon Snow. He is Eddard Stark’s blood, of Winterfell.”
(ACOK, Jon VIII)
Ouch. From this point on, Jon will have to make his own choices, no longer guided by other people’s rules, other people’s honor. The choices will be harder, lonelier. They will be contradictory, they will involve even more tangible loss. They will involve dishonor. The reward is as distant as home. Sacrifice. Death.
But one day, the poor beastie will get an apple, he will have earned it. 
Apple = choice. The choice is the Watch. The bigger picture.
Apple quality: unknown. 
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Fourth apple: ASOS, Jon I
As inconspicuously as above, the apple features in a memory of home, featuring not-yet-deserter Mance Rayder at Winterfell, meeting Robb and Jon up to shennanigans:
“I remember,” said Jon with a startled laugh. A young black brother on the wallwalk, yes … “You swore not to tell.”
"And kept my vow. That one, at least."
"We dumped the snow on Fat Tom. He was Father's slowest guardsman." Tom had chased them around the yard afterward, until all three were red as autumn apples. "But you said you saw me twice. When was the other time?"
"When King Robert came to Winterfell to make your father Hand," the King-beyond-the-Wall said lightly. (ASOS, Jon I)
A neat connection between desertion, vow-keeping and the events that led Jon to take his own path to the Wall. Before Meeting Mance, Ygritte has been praising the values of being “free” like the good Little Wildling Propagandist that she is. But Jon isn’t biting yet.
The following conversation gives the backstory of Mance Rayder’s desertion from the Wall. It was over a cloak, mended by a Wildling woman who tended to him while he was injured.
“And she sewed up the rents in my cloak as well, with some scarlet silk from Asshai that her grandmother had pulled from the wreck of a cog washed up on the Frozen Shore. It was the greatest treasure she had, and her gift to me.” He swept the cloak back over his shoulders. “But at the Shadow Tower, I was given a new wool cloak from stores, black and black, and trimmed with black, to go with my black breeches and black boots, my black doublet and black mail. The new cloak had no frays nor rips nor tears … and most of all, no red. The men of the Night’s Watch dressed in black, Ser Denys Mallister reminded me sternly, as if I had forgotten. My old cloak was fit for burning now, he said. “I left the next morning … for a place where a kiss was not a crime, and a man could wear any cloak he chose.” He closed the clasp and sat back down again. “And you, Jon Snow?”
Jon uses Mance’s story of visiting Winterfell to spin his own lie:
“And did you see where I was seated, Mance?” He leaned forward. “Did you see where they put the bastard?” Mance Rayder looked at Jon’s face for a long moment. “I think we had best find you a new cloak,” the king said, holding out his hand. 
What will the bastard do? Be troubled and keep his vows. So far, so true. But he did kill Qhorin Halfhand, he is pretending to be a deserter. Lines are a lot more blurry than they used to be.
Apple = choice. The choice is… the Night’s Watch. Shifting more and more toward simply the bigger picture. 
Apple quality: red autumn apple. 
Red silk patches. Conflicting values. Women. There is uncertainty on the horizon. 
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Fifth apple. ASOS Jon V.  BIG apple chapter.
His final confrontation as an Undercover Wildling.
This confrontation takes place at the abandoned tower and village of Queenscrown, which gets a closer description in the accompanying Bran chapter: 
No one had lived in the village for long years, Bran could see. All the houses were falling down. Even the inn. It had never been much of an inn, to look at it, but now all that remained was a stone chimney and two cracked walls, set amongst a dozen apple trees. One was growing up through the common room, where a layer of wet brown leaves and rotting apples carpeted the floor. The air was thick with the smell of them, a cloying cidery scent that was almost overwhelming. Meera stabbed a few apples with her frog spear, trying to find some still good enough to eat, but they were all too brown and wormy. 
(ASOS, Bran III)
The abandonment of Brandon’s Gift is a subject of conflict between Jon and Ygritte. A carpet of rotting apples. It opens the very next Jon chapter, as they are on the way to Queenscrown. Ygritte mocks the farmers who left the Gift as fools. Jon doesn’t take the bait yet. He briefly indulges in a fantasy of introducing Ygritte to Winterfell before being overcome with guilt and shame again. Ygritte is super great at reading his mood: 
“Might be after we could come back here, and live in that tower,” she said. “Would you want that, Jon Snow? After?”
He doesn’t think about it, doesn’t answer for a while, it rather reminds him of Ned’s Dream of Spring, the plan to resettle the Gift. The Starks and the Watch. 
If winter had come and gone more quickly and spring had followed in its turn, I might have been chosen to hold one of these towers in my father’s name. Lord Eddard was dead, however, his brother Benjen lost; the shield they dreamt together would never be forged. “This land belongs to the Watch,” Jon said. Her nostrils flared. “No one lives here.”
Jon isn’t even tempted. Like, no, Jon, Bambi, you did not love this person, no matter what your telling yourself later. He doesn’t even really contemplate it. 
Instead of bonding them closer together, Ygritte’s invitation to make long-term plans has the opposite effect. It fans the flames of what divides them. They argue about raiding and rape. Ygritte spouts nonsense.
“You know nothing, Jon Snow. Daughters are taken, not wives. You’re the ones who steal. You took the whole world, and built the Wall t’ keep the free folk out.”
Ygritte, no, that is not why the Wall was built. You think they built a gargantuan magic ice structure to keep out Styr, Magnar of Thenn, or what? Really? Jon is also sceptical of this version of history:
“Did we?” Sometimes Jon forgot how wild she was, and then she would remind him. “How did that happen?”
"The gods made the earth for all men t' share. Only when the kings come with their crowns and steel swords, they claimed it was all theirs. My trees, they said, you can't eat them apples. My stream, you can't fish here. My wood, you're not t' hunt. My earth, my water, my castle, my daughter, keep your hands away or I'll chop 'em off, but maybe if you kneel t' me I'll let you have a sniff. You call us thieves, but at least a thief has t' be brave and clever and quick. A kneeler only has t' kneel." 
Ygritte is basically a bland political extremist. I could sympathize with her criticism of feudal culture if it didn’t come hand in hand with her passionate defense of violent theft and rape culture. Like, you paragon of intelligence, not everyone resides at the fair top of the food chain like you do in your peak fitness status within your warrior culture. But of course, rape is fun! Just bring a knife!
"Harma and the Bag of Bones don't come raiding for fish and apples. They steal swords and axes. Spices, silks, and furs. They grab every coin and ring and jeweled cup they can find, casks of wine in summer and casks of beef in winter, and they take women in any season and carry them off beyond the Wall."
Apples in a breath with women. People should not be “stolen”. But Ygritte thinks men who successfully abduct and rape women are sexy. She’s like Dany that way. There are some cultural divides that cannot be pretended away, and their entire conversation circles around it. Jon is plagued by terrible guilt, he tries to warn Ygritte that their plan is doomed, she (rightfully) suspects his loyalty to the Wildlings and Jon believes himself in love but he never wavers in his actual allegiance to the NW.
She grinned at that, showing Jon the crooked teeth that he had somehow come to love. Wildling to the bone, he thought again, with a sick sad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He flexed the fingers of his sword hand, and wondered what Ygritte would do if she knew his heart. Would she betray him if he sat her down and told her that he was still Ned Stark’s son and a man of the Night’s Watch? He hoped not, but he dare not take that risk.
GRRM is going out of his way to undermine the supposed romance by constantly referring to the conflict between them and the apples-of-choice are just all over. 
Anyway, Jon is thoroughly eaten by guilt over having to betray these human beings who are a vicious and brutal threat to the place and people he loves and swore to protect. His true identity is hinted at:
Jon wondered where Ghost was now. Had he gone to Castle Black, or was he was running with some wolfpack in the woods? He had no sense of the direwolf, not even in his dreams. It made him feel as if part of himself had been cut off. Even with Ygritte sleeping beside him, he felt alone. He did not want to die alone.
Ghost. Not Ygritte. Not the wildlings. Not the Watch, even. Ghost. Wolf.  
They arrive at the Queenscrown inn and an old man is captured.
Jon walked away. A rotten apple squished beneath his heel. Styr will kill him. The Magnar had said as much at Greyguard; any kneelers they met were to be put to death at once, to make certain they could not raise the alarm. Ride with them, eat with them, fight with them. Did that mean he must stand mute and helpless while they slit an old man's throat?  
The apples are rotten. Jon spends one last moment with Ygritte contemplating Queenscrown and then the “kill the old man” business starts. He struggles but ultimately refuses. Bran’s wolf Summer disrupts the tension with a bloody attack and Jon doesn’t hesitate to Escape. Like when they met, Jon didn’t slit Ygritte’s throat, but she slit the old man’s. He will not shoot arrows at her, but she did at him. Love. 
Thunder rumbled softly in the distance, but above him the clouds were breaking up. Jon searched the sky until he found the Ice Dragon, then turned the mare north for the Wall and Castle Black. The throb of pain in his thigh muscle made him wince as he put his heels into the old man’s horse. I am going home, he told himself. But if that was true, why did he feel so hollow?
Apple = choice. The choice is… NOT Ygritte. NOT the Wildlings. Time and again. But it also isn’t the Watch. Not as it had been before. Jon followed his instincts, his inner values, but it had a cost, it is hard. Jon is lost.
Apple Quality: rotten. 
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Sixth apple: ASOS, Jon VII  
The Battle at Castle Black They await the attack, Jon and Satin share a meal. And they get a nod to Renly’s peach quote:
"Eat," Jon told him. "There's no knowing when you'll have another chance." He took two buns himself. The nuts were pine nuts, and besides the raisins there were bits of dried apple.  (ASOS, Jon VII)
Compare to Renly, which also took place before a nightly sneak attack. 
"A man should never refuse to taste a peach," Renly said as he tossed the stone away. "He may never get the chance again. Life is short, Stannis. Remember what the Starks say. Winter is coming." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. (ACOK, Catelyn III)
Peaches have an air of incest and hedonism about them, nostalgia and summer, Baratheons and Arya and Asha. The apple is different. It’s about choice, about conflicted loyalty and personal values, about identity and the bigger picture. (And again and again, they connect to women.)
Jon commands part of the fight, it’s grim. He recognizes some of the wildlings as they pepper them with arrows but cannot shoot at who he thinks is Ygritte. Wildlings die, his brothers die. The battle is brutal, Jon’s POV is distant. Satin remains by his side all throughout, grounding him. Jon remembers advice from Theon, from Ned. They eventually beat the wildling attackers with a horrifying fire trap on the stairs, they win. Immediately after, Jon goes looking for Ygritte, Satin still by his side.
The ice crystals had settled over her face, and in the moonlight it looked as though she wore a glittering silver mask. The arrow was black, Jon saw, but it was fletched with white duck feathers. Not mine, he told himself, not one of mine. But he felt as if it were.
We get a Dany-Val nod… 
The light of the half-moon turned Val's honey-blond hair a pale silver and left her cheeks as white as snow. She took a deep breath. "The air tastes sweet."
"My tongue is too numb to tell. All I can taste is cold." (ADWD, Jon VIII)
...and a lovely double-layered “not mine, not one of mine”. Not his arrows, but he feels guilty. She is not his pack, but he feels guilty.
She just smiled at that. “D’you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so.” “We’ll go back to the cave,” he said. “You’re not going to die, Ygritte. You’re not.” “Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.
Jon struggles to let go of the fantasy. He is loyal to the cause of the Watch, if not the letter of the vows, but he knows now that his souls want more. He indulges Ygritte’s fantasy of returning because it’s the only thing he has, the only thing he can offer. 
Apple = choice. The choice is… the Watch. But painfully. Numbly. No passion. Duty. 
Apple quality: dried. 
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Seventh apple: ASOS, Jon X 
Tormund’s daughter Munda.
After vicious attacking Janos Slynt for insulting Ned Stark during a hiostile interrogation in the previous chapter, Jon is sent to kill Mance Rayder under the pretense of parley to prove his loyalty. He is resigned and shame-filled, contemplating his future, where he will be remembered in honorless infamy.  Much bitterness, plenty of woe. His reception by Tormund is surprisingly jovial. They drink mead to honor their fallen Donal Noye and Ygritte, with surprisingly little bitterness. It helps Jon return some of his cheer.
"You bloody crows." Tormund's tone was gruff, yet strangely gentle. "That Longspear stole me daughter. Munda, me little autumn apple. Took her right out o' my tent with all four o' her brothers about.” Toregg slept through it, the great lout, and Torwynd … well, Torwynd the Tame, that says all that needs saying, don’t it? The young ones gave the lad a fight, though.”
“And Munda?” asked Jon. “She’s my own blood,” said Tormund proudly. “She broke his lip for him and bit one ear half off, and I hear he’s got so many scratches on his back he can’t wear a cloak. She likes him well enough, though. And why not? He don’t fight with no spear, you know. Never has. So where do you think he got that name? Har!”  Jon had to laugh. Even now, even here.
Autumn apple. Stolen women. Cloak. 
Stealing women was a hot topic with Ygritte and Jon is immediately concerned, but is reassured. The tenor of the conversation is conciliatory, while he is revealed to be loyal to the Watch, there is mutual respect. In Jon’s thoughts, Ygritte becomes a mentor voice, drifting away from the romantic woe of before. 
Easy for you to say, he thought back. You died brave in battle, storming the castle of a foe. I’m going to die a turncloak and a killer. Nor would his death be quick, unless it came on the end of Mance’s sword.
Similarly to Dany later, Jon is arguing with dead beloved abusers in his head, like she will do in ADWD with Viserys. Ygritte is less obviously horrific, but the “voices in my head” aspect and the sheer idealising that both of them engage in feels disconcerting. Never the less, we see Jon’s current identity status on Facebook is “turncloak”. Not Night’s Watch.
The rest of Mance’s “court” is less welcoming, but Mance draws him in for a private conference. The Horn of Winter is revealed, the mutual cause of the Wildlings and the Night’s Watch is identified.
“If I sound the Horn of Winter, the Wall will fall. Or so the songs would have me believe. There are those among my people who want nothing more …” “But once the Wall is fallen,” Dalla said, “what will stop the Others?”
(Dalla has the brains that Ygritte lacked. Why can SHE not be Jon’s mentor?) 
Mance offers to hand over the Horn of Joramun if they let the Wildlings pass through the Wall, or he will destroy the Wall in three days. Jon hesitates because he fears they will ransack the place, but he also has no negotiating credit with Thorne and Slynt. He contemplates just smashing the Horn, when suddenly Stannis attacks. The Wildlings are smashed, a helpless Jon enters the tent with Val to attend Dalla.
He is just... disillusioned.
Apple = choice. The choice is… the bigger picture. The Watch is headed by irrational scum, the Wildlings are no less dangerous to the North than they were before and Jon has no hope of saving his ruined reputation either way. He was about to murder Mance, then about to smash his bargaining chip, yet he has no ill will toward them. Only a depressed, numb resignation to preventing the worst of all outcomes. 
Apple Quality: autumn apple.
Again with the autumn apple. There are only 3 “autumn apples” in the books, all in ASOS. Jon I (above with Mance), Samwell II, and Jon X here. 
In Jon I it connected Mance’s disloyalty to the Watch to the red-and-black cloak given to him by a woman. Also Bael the Bard, deception and stealing. Jon consults his inner values, and chooses pragmatism. His break with “blind” honor will leave him flailing a bit.
In Jon X it specifically refers to a young woman being stolen. Jon consults his inner values, he chooses the bigger picture, but he’s frayed and his choice is interrupted. Stannis will offer him Winterfell. Ghost will remind him of who he is. Ultimately, he will become Lord Commander and his struggle with loyalty will cease for a long time.
What’s Sam’s autumn apple about?  They are listed with many foodstuffs that the angry NW brother’s at Craster’s after the fight at the Fist of the First Men expect to receive. Mormont just remembered the true purpose of the Watch. Gilly has just given birth to her son. Sam offers to take the boy, Craster gets mad. they bury a dead brother and the mood is mutinous.
“Apples,” said Garth of Greenaway. “Barrels and barrels of crisp autumn apples. There are apple trees out there, I saw ’em.”
A confrontation breaks out and they kill Craster and stab Mormont. Sam’s friends flee, the others raid and rape, Sam cradles a dying Mormont. Some wives approach and order Sam to take Gilly to safety. 
Gilly was crying. “Me and the babe. Please. I’ll be your wife, like I was Craster’s. Please, ser crow. He’s a boy, just like Nella said he’d be. If you don’t take him, they will.” “They?” said Sam, and the raven cocked its black head and echoed, “They. They. They.” “The boy’s brothers,” said the old woman on the left. “Craster’s sons. The white cold’s rising out there, crow. I can feel it in my bones. These poor old bones don’t lie. They’ll be here soon, the sons.”
The massive abundance of apples suggests a link to the abundance of women, to the connection to inner values over formal loyalty, to the “stealing” of Gilly to save her. To the massive bigger picture. With Jon it translates to his trademark quick-thinking pragmatism, with Sam it translates to compassion and identifying valuable information. 
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8th and final apple: ADWD, Jon V  - The Grand Appling.
ADWD Jon V is another big apple chapter:  you have to choose!
Much time has passed since the last apples were mentioned. Jon is Lord Commander and has sent away Sam, Gilly and maester Aemon. The Wildlings are south of the Wall. Food is a constant worry. Bowen Marsh is upset with Jon, Jon is super-diplomatic. Not. It’s time to bring provisions to the Wildlings at Mole’s Town. A Mirror to Dany in ADWD, Daenerys VI, bringing food to the Astapori refugees. The Wildlings are grumpy. Jon struggles to balance the culture clash between free folk, Stannis’ men and Wildlings.
Pig ignorance, Jon thought. The free folk were no different than the men of the Night’s Watch; some were clean, some dirty, but most were clean at times and dirty at other times.
Jon is much removed from his earlier woeful struggles or idealism. A weary pragmatism guides his every action. Grey.
Apples ensue:
"You can have an onion or an apple," Jon heard Hairy Hal tell one woman, "but not both. You got to pick."
The woman did not seem to understand. "I need two of each. One o' each for me, t'others for my boy. He's sick, but an apple will set him right." 
Hal shook his head. "He has to come get his own apple. Or his onion. Not both. Same as you. Now, is it an apple or an onion? Be quick about it, now, there's more behind you."
"An apple," she said, and he gave her one, an old dried thing, small and withered.
"Move along, woman," shouted a man three places back. "It's cold out here."
The woman paid the shout no mind. "Another apple," she said to Hairy Hal. "For my son. Please. This one is so little."
Hal looked to Jon. Jon shook his head. They would be out of apples soon enough. If they started giving two to everyone who wanted two, the latecomers would get none.
"Out of the way," a girl behind the woman said. Then she shoved her in the back. The woman staggered, lost her apple, and fell. The other foodstuffs in her arms went flying. Beans scattered, a turnip rolled into a mud puddle, a sack of flour split and spilled its precious contents in the snow. 
Apples are once again almost aggressively connected to choices. Apples or onions. Not both. You have to pick. 
Barring another meta, I can’t really say what the onion is supposed to represent. Some things that echoe Jon’s apple themes:
His sons were good fighters and better sailors, but they did not know how to talk to lords. They were lowborn, even as I was, but they do not like to recall that. When they look at our banner, all they see is a tall black ship flying on the wind. They close their eyes to the onion.  (ACOK, Davos I)
Denial. 
Dany nibbled at an onion and reflected ruefully on the faithlessness of men. (ACOK, Daenerys III)
Faithlessness.
The feast was a meager enough thing, a succession of fish stews, black bread, and spiceless goat. The tastiest thing Theon found to eat was an onion pie. Ale and wine continued to flow well after the last of the courses had been cleared away. (ACOK, Theon II)
Theon about to be ordered to attack Winterfell. Betrayal.
The last time it was life I brought to Storm's End, shaped to look like onions. This time it is death, in the shape of Melisandre of Asshai. (ACOK, Davos II)
Life and death brought by the same person.
Melisandre’s manichean world view vs. Davos’ more encompassing one:
"What if I am? It seems to me that most men are grey."
"If half of an onion is black with rot, it is a rotten onion. A man is good, or he is evil."  (ACOK, Davos II)
Bless you Sam. 
Hungry as he was, Sam knew he would retch if he so much as tried a bite. How could they eat the poor faithful garrons who had carried them so far? When Craster's wives brought onions, he seized one eagerly. One side was black with rot, but he cut that part off with his dagger and ate the good half raw. (ASOS, Samwell II)
Considering apples represent the choice you make to serve an ethical bigger picture (not necessarily loyalty to an order), onions seem to show a contrasting duality of bad and good, a refusal to position oneself honestly, dirty compromises, the darkness in human beings. 
Davos’ entire arc circles around being a very decent human being who none the less supports a whole lot of questionable crap. Our resident kraken Theon is torn inside unable to choose between Greyjoy and Stark identity and becomes monstrous. 
Melisandre downright denies the existence of grey. The presence of bad cancels out all good.  Samwell, on the other hand, embraces the good while disregarding the bad. 
Ygritte smelled of onion. Dany eats wild onion on her dragon grassland chapter,  Jorah eats onion. Brienne has onion soup on her way to Lady Stoneheart. Jon offers the Wildlings onion soup after they burn their god’s for Melisandre in echange for safety. Dark compromises. 
So the choice between apples and onions is the choice to MAKE a choice. Stop hedging your bets or practicing denial, position yourself, one way or the other. 
The woman who refuses to choose, loses her apple, loses the fruit that will set her sick son right, loses her cance at following her inner moral compass and doing the right thing. 
There is a tussle, Jon tries to rally them with a speech. They are in a Mutiny at Craster’s Keep kind of mood.
“You want more food?” asked Jon. “The food’s for fighters. Help us hold the Wall, and you’ll eat as well as any crow.” Or as poorly, when the food runs short. (…)
“Fight for you?” This voice was thickly accented. Sigorn, the young Magnar of Thenn, spoke the Common Tongue haltingly at best. “Not fight for you. Kill you better. Kill all you.” The raven flapped its wings. “Kill, kill.” Sigorn’s father, the old Magnar, had been crushed beneath the falling stair during his attack on Castle Black. I would feel the same if someone asked me to make common cause with the Lannisters, Jon told himself. “Your father tried to kill us all,” he reminded Sigorn. “The Magnar was a brave man, yet he failed. And if he had succeeded … who would hold the Wall?”
Jon believes in the greyness of men, but he also believes in choices. You don’t have to be perfect to do the right thing. But you have to do the right thing. Or a thing, anyway. You have to choose.
There is more commotion. Jon decides to make it simpler.
"Hal, what was it that you told this woman?"
Hal looked confused. "About the food, you mean? An apple or an onion? That's all I said. They got to pick."
"You have to pick," Jon Snow repeated. "All of you. No one is asking you to take our vows, and I do not care what gods you worship. My own gods are the old gods, the gods of the North, but you can keep the red god, or the Seven, or any other god who hears your prayers. It's spears we need. Bows. Eyes along the Wall. (…)
He recruits, actively. 
“The choice is yours,” Jon Snow told them. “Those who want to help us hold the Wall, return to Castle Black with me and I’ll see you armed and fed. The rest of you, get your turnips and your onions and crawl back inside your holes.”
Apples yay, onions nay. Dany killed the slavers of Astapor, and left alive only children under the age of 12. Jon recruit ages 12 and up for the Watch, girls and boys. Dany killed 163 random slavers. Jon recruits 63 Wildlings.
By the time the last withered apple had been handed out, the wagons were crowded with wildlings, and they were sixty-three stronger than when the column had set out from Castle Black that morning. 
The apples win out. No more mention of onions in this chapter. 
The chapter ends on a grey note, uncertain but hopeful. 
Marsh was unconvinced. “You’ve added sixty-three more mouths, my lord … but how many are fighters, and whose side will they fight on? If it’s the Others at the gates, most like they’ll stand with us, I grant you … but if it’s Tormund Giantsbane or the Weeping Man come calling with ten thousand howling killers, what then?” “Then we’ll know. So let us hope it never comes to that.”
Hilariously, it is not the treachery of the apple-choosing wildlings Jon will have to worry about. 
The abundance of onions and apples in this chapter sets up the struggle Jon faces in later ADWD chapters. The bigger picture v. Arya. Apples are done, for now, the onions stalk him. He tries to strikes a balance. He hesitates, he sends Mance, he struggles. In the end, the Pink Letter sends him over the edge.
Apples v. onions.  Jon has chosen. 
Apples = choice. The choices is… NOT the Watch. Arya. The North. The bigger picture. House Stark. 
Apple Quality: withered. Like the very first apple. 
Jon stood tall. He told himself that he would die well; that much he could do, at the least. “I know the penalty for desertion, my lord. I’m not afraid to die.” “Die!” the raven cried. “Nor live, I hope,” Mormont said, cutting his ham with a dagger and feeding a bite to the bird. (AGOT, Jon IX)
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In conclusion:
Apples signal the necessity for Jon make a moral choice according to his own personal values. 
Jon always has his eyes on the bigger picture. 
His choices becomes increasingly divorced from the concept of loyalty to the Watch.
There is a pronounced conflict between apple and onion, between moral choice and refusal to choose. Jon tries to walk the line between the letter of his vows and his values. He ends up choosing his values. It goes badly. 
The quality of the apples has a relationship with the ease of choosing. 
whithered apples are fairly clean choices, 
rotten apples are traumatic choices, 
autumn apples relate to choices influenced by the wisdom of women, the stealing of women. 
There is a future apple promised to “the beastie” as a reward. 
If we want to draw a connection to the show, Jon will clearly face another apples v. onions conflict and the need to choose will feature heavily. It will go badly. But there is the promise of home and reward.
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A Deep and Rapid River, Ch. 5 [18+]
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Summary: Things get smutty up in the hayloft.
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You are quaking with anticipation to check on your guest after a long day away from him. After Bess turns back down the road and disappears, you head straight toward the hayloft—but your mother is waiting on the front porch, and the twilight is not yet dark enough to conceal you from her watchful eyes.
“You should have asked Ferdinand to stay for dinner,” she suggests. “Go run after him!”
“It was Bess who walked me home,” you correct. “Ferdinand will no longer be courting me.”
Hearing this, your mother exclaims in surprise, making an incredible fuss, until her shrill cries summon your father—a gruff, ever-disappointed grey-haired man. In this case, his sour nature works to your favor. He silences your mother with cruel disinterest in your love life, and insists that you will not join them for dinner, as punishment for falling behind on your chores. You’ll have to pack your meal in a napkin and bring it out to the barn so you may eat as you work.
They can’t figure out why you’re so cheerful.
****
“It’s me,” you call out, climbing up the rickety wooden ladder. The animals cluck, bray, and moo for your attention, but you hear an ominous nothing from the loft. That he had been discovered was your greatest fear, but surely you would have heard some commotion about town if that were the case. Still, you find new reasons to fret—is he passed out in pain? Did he believe himself abandoned and flee? What if the entire encounter was some kind of delusion brought on by head trauma after all?
Peeking over the wooden loft floor, you are relieved to find him dozing, leaning back against the stacked bales of hay, surrounded by barn cats. The felines are curled up next to him, in his lap, and climbing his broad shoulders, competing over his attention. He looks up as he hears you enter.
“I've made friends!” he beams, delicately scritching behind a tabby’s ears as it purrs. “These delightful little creatures make the most wonderful noise!” A tortoiseshell perches on his shoulder, rubbing her head against his withered cheek.
All the tension and worry you had been holding since you first returned home vanishes, and your face erupts into a broad grin. “It’s called purring,” you explain, crawling over to join the very image of an Egyptian pharaoh revived in his tomb. You displace one of the cats from the coveted spot by his side, and he gives an annoyed mew. “I’m relieved to find you well, and in good company. How did you fare?”
“Long was each minute I awaited your sweet return.” He strokes your cheek, eager to touch you again. You melt into the rough palm, closing your eyes. “Your absence pained me, but I was graced by mercy and fell unconscious for most of it. I slept I know not how long. When I awoke, this gentle creature,” he pets the tortoiseshell cat, “sensing my plight, came to tend to me. Soon she introduced a friend, and before long I was surrounded by purring companions. They are not the most conversational company, but they seem unaware of my deformity.”
“They’re usually more cautious around strangers, too,” you add. “Cats always see right to the heart of things. They can sense you are trustworthy.”
“They greatly eased my loneliness. Even without them, this beautiful place is too lovely to accommodate misery such as I have endured before now. Through this window, I can watch the wind ripple through the fields of hay like waves on a lake, I can hear the river, whence we met, rushing through the woods, and admire the white-crowned peaks in the distance. Light streams airily in through the boards, driving away all dark thoughts and fears I may entertain, as if I am among the heavens! And now that you are here with me, I feel as Adam in the Garden:
Nor gentle purpose, nor endearing smiles Wanted, nor youthful dalliance as beseems Fair couple, linkt in happie nuptial League, Alone as they
“Though my creator I yet do not extoll, so many sensations of pleasure, so many benevolent emotions flood me, I am at last at peace.”
You can only stare at him in admiring stupor. He thinks your crummy barn is Eden—worthy of reciting Milton. The smallest things bring him such joy, you can’t help but be drawn to him and his youthful innocence. And he sees you as Eve. Are you any more worthy of such esteem as the barn? He has no concept that you're poor, or that he should want for anything greater. What will happen when his naivete is replaced by worldly understanding—when a barn is just a barn, and he learns that you are nearly as much an outcast as he is?
Shoving those fears aside, you sling your pack off your shoulder, and remove the bundle of food. The cats sniff the air and jump down to investigate as you spread open the napkin. “I brought some bread and cheese for dinner, along with roast parsnips. Would you care to share it with me?”
“Oh, my beloved angel,” he sighs. “Baked bread! It has been long since I have dined on such rich fare. Are you certain you have enough to spare?”
“Of course!” You rip through the golden, crackling exterior and hand him half.  
His eyes glisten at the sight of food, but he is barely able to take a bite before his countenance crumbles into despair, and he begins to weep. “I have never been treated so lavishly. This is too much. I... I don't know how to ever... repay…”
You put down your food so you can climb into his lap and snake your arms as far around him as they’ll reach. When you’re on top of him like this, you can almost reach his face, and with his head bowed low, you’re able to put your lips close to his ear and whisper, “It's alright.”
He wraps you up possessively in his arms, like a child clinging to a stuffed toy for comfort, curling his chin over your head, completely enveloping you. “Mine…” he murmurs into your hair, so softly you barely hear it. Tears drop onto your shoulders. “Everything is so wonderful, I fear I will awaken to find this was a dream, and I am still alone and miserable. Please, stay mine. I don't want to wake up... I don't want you to go away…”
As he speaks, you can feel the deep vibrations of his voice through his ribcage, and the convulsing of his lungs with each soft sob.
“It's alright,” you repeat soothingly.
He sniffs and clears his throat. “Yes, of course.” He releases his python grip on you, and wipes his eyes with the palm of his hand. “You must tire of me falling apart so readily.” His black lips try in vain to form a smile. “But how can I ever show sufficient gratitude for one of such noble grace as yourself to take pity on so low a beast as I? I have nothing to offer except my sincerest love and adoration.”
You place your hand over his, interlacing your fingers with his long, slender ones. “Your healthy recovery will be thanks enough. And… your love.” Your cheeks flame hotter, and you both quickly look away from each other. One of the cats is nibbling on a wedge of cheese. You shoo them away, thankful for the distraction.
****
After making quick work of dinner, you leave him to recover while you do your chores, bringing all the animals into the barn to be fed, milked, and settled in for the night. A mop of dark hair hangs down from the loft where the creature watches you intently.
You smile up at him, and he scrambles back behind the horizon of the floor, hiding. A moment later he returns to view, blushing sheepishly. He’s not used to being seen when he observes people.
He seems fascinated by the animals and their care, though he lets you go about your work without interruption. Once every hen and cow is nestled away in its proper place, their straw bedding refreshed, and their water buckets filled, you climb back up to the creature. His eyes brighten, but he stops himself before moving toward you. You can read the timid tension all over his face: he wants to scoop you into his arms, but he isn’t sure if he ought to—if it would be welcome. You curl up in his lap, giving a contented grunt of exhaustion, and pull his hands over you, as if to say, “yes, touch me.”
He runs his hands through your hair lovingly, picking out stray bits of straw. Then his hands explore. His rough fingertips brush the warmth of your neck, where your pulse beats against them. They delicately trace your collar bone until hitting the collar of your dress, then follow the edge of fabric down the low neck line. Light goosebumps raise along your flesh, and your breath comes out a shiver. His other hand begins caressing you all over. His hand slides down your back, lower and lower, over the curve of your rump. You gasp as his fingers reach between your legs, pressing the fabric of your dress tight against your cunt, and you jerk in surprise.
He quickly removes the offending hand and stammers an apology.
“It's alright, I just wasn’t expecting it.” You were ready to fall asleep in his lap, but now you are wide awake.
“Am I too bold? My heart burns to touch you, to consume you like a fire... But if it is contrary to your desire or will, then I shall be sated, and put away all prurient thoughts. Please, instruct me how I may behave to best please you."
You bite your lower lip. “I think.... you should unrestrain yourself and do as your heart burns to.” Your heart races with excitement, wondering what his uninhibited passions will incur. “If I want you to stop, I'll give you a signal, OK?"”
He shudders, giving a polite nod as he strains to maintain an air of gentility, before surrendering entirely to baser impulses.
He hungrily slides his hand back between your legs while the other caresses your jaw. A finger slips between your lips. You run your tongue over the callused pad of his fingertip, tasting the salt and hay. A moan escapes his lips and his other hand grows bolder in response, running down the inside of your leg until it reaches the hem of your dress at your ankle, then drawing up again, bringing your skirts up with it.
He spreads your legs apart, and begins playing with your heat through your thin undergarments. His breath grows excited and ragged as he watches you writhe beneath his fingers.
“Is, is this still OK?” He gaps between breaths.
“Shut up,” you moan, pulling his face down and silencing his worries with a hard kiss, whimpering against his lips as your hips thrust against his fingers. He stares with fascination as you react to each touch.
“I want to please you,” he pants, black lips close against your ear. There’s a hungry fire in his voice, raspy and low, “the way you used your mouth on me before. What if I used my mouth to in the same way for you—would that give you pleasure?”
No one had ever offered to do that before, but his fingers felt so good, the thought of what his tongue might feel like in the same place sent waves of hot electricity down your spine. “T-that sounds nice,” you nod.
The moment you finish your reply, he snatches you up into his arms like you weigh nothing. Your undergarments are torn off in a flash, strewn carelessly on the floor. He sits you on top of some hay bales and kneels between your legs, spreading them. He isn’t sure what to do exactly, but he’s enthusiastic to try. He kisses the inside of your thigh, sucking until the skin turns red. His tongue extends. He licks tenderly at your entrance, making your fingers curl around a handfuls of hay. Encouraged by your breathy gasps of approval, he deepens the licks, sliding his long tongue into your opening, stretching you open, filling you. It’s big. Of course it is; he’s huge, and all his parts are proportional—it’s as large as a normal man’s cock, and more flexible, hitting new and sensitive places as it writhes inside you. He grabs your hips, bringing you up and down, impaling you on his tongue, fucking you with it. You are so wet, and not all of it from his saliva. What he’s doing has you dripping.
“You taste incredible,” he murmurs between thrusts, lapping up your juices.
Then he starts teasing and sucking on the tender flesh between your legs. His mouth discovers a bud of flesh above your entrance, and instantly you throw your head back and cry out, your back arching into him, your senses exploding with pleasure you’ve never felt before. “There,” you whimper. “Right there.”
Obediently, he darts his tongue over it, flicking quickly and lightly, until you're begging for more.
“Is this alright?” He pauses to ask.
“Don't stop!” you practically snap.
You cling to the back of his head, pulling him back to your clit, holding him where you want him. Enclosing his mouth around the sensitive spot, he sucks at it, hard, drawing it into his mouth, licking at the same time, and you cry out so loudly you fear someone may hear. You clap a hand over your mouth, keeping the other clenched in his inky hair, biting your palm to quell the screams that want to erupt from your throat. He sucks harder, responding to your body, your hips convulsing into his mouth.
You keep him on your clit, intoxicated by the working of his dark, thin lips and tongue, feeling the heat inside you building toward climax, but the vacancy now throbs to be filled. He slips a finger inside. You release a deep, melting moan, bucking your hips to take more of him. “More,” you beg. He moves the finger in and out, in and out, coming out wetter each time, while his mouth works at your clit. “More. More. More. More!” You realize you’ve been repeating it, begging and whimpering, like a mantra. Both sensations at once overwhelm your senses, driving you precipitously toward the edge until you break, hard, coming into his mouth, digging your nails into the back of his head, clenching and spasming around his soaking wet finger, as ripples of heat flush throughout your body. You don't let go of him until the last spasm is through, and you fall back, body shivering and panting, onto the hay.
****
His body curls protectively around you as you lay together in the barn. He strokes your hair so gently, so lovingly, it’s easy to forget his size, his strength. It’s impossible to imagine him capable of hurting anyone. Hard to imagine why anyone would ever be afraid of him.
You feel so comfortable and safe alone with him. You wish the world were safe. You wish you could introduce him to the world. But the villagers thought you were strange already, and if you showed up with a “monster” at your side...
You find yourself staring at him. How could anyone see a monster? He's not so horrible. Not at all. You reach out and touch his face, running your thumb idly along a scar on his forehead. It's one of the seams where Victor Frankenstein sutured together skin that he stretched over a work of musculature and ligament, which in turn was built on a scaffold of stolen bones. This fact was both easy to forget, lost in your feelings for him, and the most defining aspect of who he is: the source of all his misery.
"You are thinking about how he did it?" He interrupts your thoughts, noticing your faraway look and the way your fingertips linger on the imperfections of his skin.
“I—um…” you blush.
His watery eyes dart away, and his arms, which had been curled around you, curl around himself instead. “W… what were you thinking?”
“Nothing! Nothing bad.”
For some reason that seemed to sting more than reassure him. “Ah. Of course. You behold nothing poor in this wretched form,” he says bitterly.
“You must know that’s true, after what we just did. You must know it doesn’t bother me.” You stroke his arm, avoiding the bandaged shoulder. “It’s a lot to think about, that’s all. Before you showed me those papers, I thought you had been in an accident, or born with a defect… some extraordinary, but natural explanation. It’s fascinating. You really are something special.”
His face scrunches up, alternating between anger and sorrow, as if a war is being fought inside him. Finally he takes in a deep breath, and lets it out slowly, quieting whatever battle he was in. “I used to think… if just one person cared for me, it would change everything. I could be happy. But it still hurts. I continue revolving like Copernicus’s heavenly spheres, with agonizing periodicity. Despite your apparent love for me, your every effort to console me, I fear you. I find it impossible to sustain the belief that you… that you could desire my proximity, tolerate the profanity of my touch… But you reassure me again, and in your closeness my desire for you overpowers me. I become inflamed by passion, insensible of any defect. Who I am is perfect, in those moments. Then it becomes too much, and I remember what a vile, miserable thing I am. I become angry. Suspicious. Vengeful. The most hideous parts of my soul reveal themselves, until I can take no more, and collapse under a sorry so heavy I can never escape from it. And then you reassure me again. When will I cease this miserable orbit round and round?”
You cuddle closer to him, intertwining your legs with and his, sitting halfway up on your elbow to look him in the eyes. “You're new to all this. It’s not unusual for someone in your situation to feel unsteady.”
“How many people in my situation have you met?” He raises an eyebrow with a soft, breathy laugh.
“Ok, fair. I'm just saying, I understand. It takes time to adjust.” You smile. For everything he said about feeling trapped in a cycle, he just managed to stay calm and laugh at you when a minute ago he seemed about to fall apart again.
“Are all humans as wise as you?”
“Well, I read a lot of books,” you laugh. “Trust me, you're not nearly as crazy as Hamlet”
You stay in his arms, quietly talking, nearly napping, until the moon is high, and it has been too long to excuse your absence from the house on chores. You force yourself to rise, willing your limbs to part with him, against their every instinct to remain. His hand stubbornly remains locked with yours.
“Must you go? You cannot sleep beside me again?”
“I must. If I stray from my routine, it will draw suspicion, and if you are found here with me, I don’t know what will happen. I won’t put you in danger.”
Streams of silvery moonlight cast a single square window of light on the black floor and pierce the aged siding of the barn in narrow slashes, giving a haunting funereal air to his cadaverous features and the sorrow in his slumped shoulders. An animal yowls in the distance. He breathes in a deep and ragged breath, that rattles on the way out. “I know.”
He lets your hand slip through his.
“I don’t want to go, either.” You leap into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips, and kiss him again. “My quarters are right there” You point out the window once he sets you down, indicating the room. “It looks out toward the barn, so you can signal me if you need anything. Let me know right away if you’re hungry, or thirsty, or if your wound feels hot or starts seeping, or if you feel anxious at all, or if—”
He squeezes your shoulders to stop you. “I will be alright. I have lived on my own with far fewer comforts around me.” He plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “My only distress shall be the sharp pining for your presence at my side.”
“Alright. Good night, my dearest daemon.”
Your bed never felt empty before. Tonight, it is unbearable.
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Journey
Hello guys! Back at it again with another aziracrow fic.
This is supposed to be the journey Crowley and Aziraphale had through the years of their friendship but tweaked a little so it shows more romanticism. A lot of the things described are my headcanons/ideas, and some of the historical events were not apart of the show and stuff I added in. Most of my added pieces probably aren’t historically accurate, though I tried, so I apologize in advance lol. Some of the speech lines have been cut out also. A lot of this is just what I saw and inferred as I watched and in no way actually canon. I hope you like it! :)
You can also think of this as being narrated by God or someone, but also as just a thing I dunno.
Credit Disclaimer: Some of the scenes and lines are from the TV show Good Omens. I DO NOT own Good Omens, it belongs to Neil Gaimen and Terry Pratchett. 
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journey - an act of traveling from one place to another.
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Starting six thousand years ago, in the beginning, an angel and a demon met in the Garden of Eden at the beginning of everything. The demon had just finished his job, and though he wouldn’t explicitly admit it, he didn’t agree with the punishment that ensued to the only two humans on the face of the Earth. The angel didn’t either, and rebelled slightly by giving the humans aid. The demon and the angel stood side by side as the first storm rained down on them, and the angel offered his wing to the demon, who gladly welcomed it.
This was only the beginning.
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A thousand years later in Mesopotamia, they met again as Noah and two of every animal (minus the unicorn...it got away) boarded the Ark to escape the oncoming raging storm that would wipe out the human race. The angel, named Aziraphale, explained the Almighty's plan to the demon, doubt creeping into his mind with every word he said.
“All of them?” The demon asked incredulously. Heaven? Kill all of Creation? That sounds more like Hell.
“Well, not all of them,” The angel responded. “Noah, up there, his wife, sons, and their wives will live.”
“And they’re going to drown everybody else?” 
The angel nodded hesitantly. Of course, it was wrong, of course. But what was he to do about it?
“You mustn't judge the Almighty, Crawley,” The angel said. “God’s plans are--”
“Are you going to say ineffable?” Crawley asked with a huff. 
“...Possibly.”
Rain fell down on the two, signifying the start of the wipe out the human race. The demon looked up like he couldn’t believe this was happening, and the angel looked down, ashamed.
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“Come to smirk at the poor bugger, have you?”
In Golgotha, 33 AD., the angel and the demon found themselves together again.
“Smirk? Me?”
“Well, your lot put him on there,” The demon, now named Crowley, spat.
The demon had met him, Jesus. He felt...bad, for the man--for his fate. Showed him all the kingdoms of the world. 
Aziraphale winced as the nail was hammered deeper and deeper into Jesus’ wrist. Guilt seeped into his angelic bones, despite knowing he was not consulted. 
Jesus was pulled upright as he wailed in agony, the angel and the demon together watching on.
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Eight years later the pair met again on accident, presumably, in Rome. 
The angel spotted the demon at ‘the bar’ and moved to sit next to him.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Aziraphale exclaimed. “Still a demon then?”
“What type of question is that? Still a demon, what else am I supposed to be an aardvark?” Crowley retaliated, irritated. He took a sip of his house brown.
“Salutaria.” They clinked glasses.
The angel cleared his throat. “In Rome long?”
“Just popped in for a quick temptation. You?”
“I thought I’d try Petronius’ new restaurant. I hear he does remarkable things to oysters.”
Crowley sipped his drink again. “I’ve never had an oyster.”
Aziraphale looked at the demon incredulously. “Oh, well let me tempt you to--”
The demon turned around with a smirk, looking at the angel. 
“Oh,” The angel muttered, realizing his mistake. “No, that’s your job isn’t it?”
Crowley smiled and sipped his drink again, falling just a little more for the angel.
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Rome was falling.
It was 79 AD as the demon covered his face onslaught of soot fell on the ruins of Pompeii. He wasn’t even supposed to still be there, but one quick temptation turned into a more complicated matter.
But nothing that was happening now was his doing. He ran through the ruins as fire erupted in shop and homes. People running in all directions as they tried to escape the city.
Crowley ran through the ruins, trying not to get discorporated, when he bumped into a little girl who was crying. Kneeling down, the demon grabbed the little girl without thought and continued to look for an exit. As he passed a shop, he saw a sliver of white hair and turned around.
“Aziraphale?” He said incredulously as he walked into the shop, trying not to inhale the smoke with the little girl in his arms.
“Crowley,” He looked at the little girl then back at Crowley.
“What the Hel--Heaven’s are you doing!?”
“I was looking for some old scrolls--”
“The city is on fire and you’re looking for scrolls?”
They ducked as another boom shook the ground.
“Aziraphale, we have to go now or you’ll be discorporated!”
“What does that matter to yo--”
“No time! I have to get this girl to safety, come on!”
He tugged Aziraphale along and searched for a way out of the falling city. Soot covered them head to toe as they emerged from the city as volcanic ash continued to fall, coughing from the thick smoke that hung in the air. They got as far from the city as they could before Crowley set the girl down. 
“Try and find your family, alright? Don’t go near the city.”
The little girl nodded and ran off, leaving the angel and the demon alone.
Aziraphale stared at Crowley. “Why’d you save her?”
Crowley snorted as he settled himself on the ground. “What was I supposed to do, just leave her there?”
“Well, you are a demon.”
Crowley scoffed. “You know that wasn’t my doing, right? I didn’t set that volcano to explode.”
Aziraphale looked at Crowley. “I know.”
As the demon watched the city fall, the angel couldn’t help but stare at the demon in curiosity. A demon showing empathy and compassion? It was different.
He could get used to it.
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In the Kingdom of Wessex in 537 AD., the demon and the angel were doing their respective jobs, fomenting peace and causing trouble, without knowing of the other’s presence.
“I was hoping to meet with the Black Knight?”
Aziraphale (of the Table Round) walked forward as the Black Knight emerged from the smoke.
“You have sought the Black Knight, foolish one,” The Black Knight responded. “But you have found your death.”
Aziraphale squinted and tilted his head. “Is that you under there Crawley?”
“Crowley,” Crowley responded, pulling up his helmet, revealing his yellow, piercing snake eyes.
“What the hell are you playing at?” Aziraphale said in exasperation.
“I’m here spreading foment.”
“What is that, some kind of porridge?”
“No. I’m, you know, fomenting dissent and discord.”
“Well, I’m meant to be fomenting peace.”
“So we’re both working very hard in a damp place just canceling each other out?”
“Well, when you put it like that...it is a bit damp.”
“Be easier if we both just stayed home.”
Aziraphale looked at the demon, confused.
“Just send messages back to head office, saying we’ve done everything they asked for, wouldn’t it?”
“But that would be lying,” Aziraphale exclaimed.
Crowley looked to the side and shrugged. “Eh, possibly, but the end result would be the same.”
“But,” Aziraphale protested. “my dear fellow, they’d check!” His face hardened slightly. “You don’t want Gabriel to get upset with you.”
“Oh, our lot have better things to do than verifying compliance on Earth.”
“No! Absolutely not. We’re not having this conversation, not another word.” Aziraphale turned around, going back to the knights behind him.
“Right,” The demon muttered as he closed his helmet.”
“Right!”
--
It was right in the middle of the 14th century, in 1347 as the Black Death raged across Europe, Crowley and Aziraphale are together again.
“I hate the 14th century,” Crowley growled as he paced the room he was in. “The humans are all at war with each other, disease is wiping out half the population, there’s nothing to do.” 
Aziraphale sighed. He had been hearing Crowley rant about this century for 20 years now. “Isn’t this supposed to be good for you? You can lie to your head office about all the wondrous work you are doing, possibly get that promotion.”
Crowley groaned.
“Can you do me a favor?” Crowley asked as he collapsed on the chair.
“What would it be?”
“What if you...” Crowley started. “Did both the tempting and the blessing?”
Aziraphale whipped around. “You can’t be serious!?”
Crowley shrugged. “The end result would be the same. There’s no point in both of us being here since we just cancel each other out.”
Aziraphale said nothing.
“It saves time,” Crowley added.
“But if Hell or Heaven found out--”
“No one has to know, Aziraphale.”
The angel sighed. “Fine, I agree to this...arrangement. But only this once, Crowley.”
The demon smirked. “Sure, angel.” He walked out the door.
The angel blushed at the nickname and watched Crowley as he left, sighing in defeat.
That was the beginning of the Arrangement.
--
At the Globe Theatre in London, 1601, the angel and the demon met again.
As Burbage performed Shakespeare’s Hamlet on the stage (with very few watching), Aziraphale watched with a smile on his face as Crowley stood next to him, smirking at the angel.
“He’s very good, isn’t he?”
“Age does not wither nor custom stale his infinite variety,” Crowley responds, profoundly.
Shakespeare looks at Crowley strangely. “Yeah, I like that,” he says, slowing walking off to write it down somewhere. 
As Shakespeare walked away, Aziraphale piped up. 
“What do you want?”
“Why ever would you insinuate that I might possibly want something?”
“You are up to no good.”
“Obviously. You are up to good, I take it?”
“No rest for the...well, good,” Aziraphale responded. He turned toward the demon. “I have to be in Edinburgh by the end of the week. A couple of miracles to perform.”
He made a face. “Apparently I have to ride a horse.”
Crowley grimaces. “Oh, hard on the buttocks, horses. A major design flaw if you ask me.”
Crowley walks around to the other side. “I’m meant to be heading to Edinburgh too this week,” He says. It was slightly too convenient, heading to the same place as Aziraphale.
“I thought we should...” He trails off, looking at the angel expectedly.
“You cannot actually be suggesting...” Aziraphale started, trailing off. “What I infer...you are implying.”
“Which is?” Crowley teased.
“That only one of us goes to Edinburgh, do both.”
“We’ve done it before,” Crowley says, looking back at the stage. “Dozens of times now.”
He leaned towards the angel. “The arrangement--” He sing-songed before Aziraphale cut him off.
“Don’t say that!” He whispered, more afraid of Heaven than of the demon next to him.
“Our respective head offices don’t actually care how things get done,” Crowley retorts.
“But if Hell finds out, they won’t just be angry,” Aziraphale protests, voice softening with worry for the demon. “They’ll destroy you.”
“No one has to know,” Crowley reassured, pulling out a coin. “Toss you for Edinburgh?”
Aziraphale sighs but gives in. “Fine, heads.”
Crowley flips the coin, both of them leaning in to look. “Tails, I’m afraid. You’re going to Scotland.” Aziraphale sighed, turning back to the stage.
“-it’d take a miracle for anyone to come and see Hamlet,” the pair hear Shakespeare complain, shaking his head.
Aziraphale turned toward the demon, eyes wide and hopeful.
“Yes, alright, I’ll do that one, my treat,” Crowley said, falsely exasperated.
“Oh, really?” Aziraphale says with a smile.
“I still prefer the funny ones,” Crowley says as he walks out.
Aziraphale turns toward the stage again with a smile on his face, popping another grape into his mouth. The angel won’t admit it, but he was starting to warm up to the demon.
And the demon would never admit he was already far gone on the angel.
--
Aziraphale sat in a cell, hands chained to the wall in Paris, 1793. He sighed as he looked at his confined hands. All he wanted were some crepes, for Heaven’s sake. 
A man walked into the cell, speaking to him in French. Probably something about cutting his head off in about five minutes...His French was a little off.
After a bad attempt at responding to the man in French, the man revealed himself as Jean-Claude (in English), his personal executor.
“You are lucky that it is I, Jean-Claude, who will remove your traitorous head from your shoulders!”
“Look, this is all a terrible mistake. I don’t think you understand--”
“I have some good news for you. You are the 999th aristo to die at the guillotine by my hand! But the first English.”
The angel smiled curtly and nodded, beginning to regret dressing the way he did, and found himself wishing Crowley was here.
“Now--” Jean-Clause moved to remove his scarf.
Aziraphale stood up quickly, stepping toward the wall. “Please! No!” He said. “Dreadful mistake, discorporating me,” He blew air out of his mouth and rolled his eyes. “Ugh, it’ll be a complete nightmare,”
Jean-Claude looked at the angel, confused about his sudden outburst. The sound of the guillotine blade filled the cell again and the executor turned toward the window, then time froze.
“Animals,” Aziraphale muttered.
“Animals don’t kill each other with clever machines, angel. Only humans do that,” A familiar voice said behind him.
Aziraphale’s whole face and mood lit up (without his permission). “Crowley,” He said with relief as he turned around.
The demon sat on a rock in the corner, dressed in “appropriate” attire at the time, due to where they were. Aziraphale looked him over, appalled. “Oh, good Lord,” He said, setting his shoulders a little straighter.
“What in the deuce are you doing locked up in the Bastille? I thought you were opening a bookshop,” The demon says incredulously, propping his arm on the wall next to him as he stared at the angel through his glasses.
“I was,” He nodded. “...I got peckish.”
“Peckish?’“ Crowley inquired, leaning forward a bit.
“Well if you must know it was the crepes,” Aziraphale admitted, moving to sit down in his chair, still chained. “You can only find decent ones in Paris. And the brioche,” He said with a tilt of his head.
“So you just popped around the Channel during a revolution because you wanted something to nibble? Dressed like that?”
“I have standards.” Aziraphale defended.
Crowley smirked slightly, amused by the angel’s stubbornness, even if it almost got him killed.
Crowley snapped his fingers, and Aziraphale’s chains fell to the ground. the angel rubbed his wrists, looking back at the demon.
“I suppose I should thank you. For the, uh, rescue.”
Crowley got up from his seat, walking over to the angel. “Don’t say that. If my people hear that I rescued an angel  I’ll be the one in trouble. And they don’t give strongly worded notes.”
“Well anyway, I am very grateful,” the angel said, looking at the demon in the eye. “What if I buy you lunch?”
The demon raised an eyebrow. “Looking like that?”
Aziraphale glared at the angel in annoyance, before huffing and snapping his fingers, changing his attire so it was similar to Jean-Claude’s.
The angel stepped over to the demon and stood next to him as Crowley snapped his fingers once more, changing Jean-Claude’s attire so it looked like he was the aristocrat, and the guards pulled him away while Crowley and Aziraphale watched undetected.
“So what’s for lunch?” Crowley said to the angel, turning to face him.
“How would you feel about some crepes?” Aziraphale responded with a smile.
--
The angel and the demon stood by a pond in St. James’ Park in 1862, Aziraphale throwing bread into the pond for the ducks while Crowley just stood, preparing to ask a question.
“Look, I’ve been thinking, what of it all goes wrong?” Crowley started, still staring out across the pond. “We have a lot on common, you and me.”
“I don’t know. We both may have started off as angels, but you are fallen,” Aziraphale responded someone terse. He had found himself becoming too attached to the demon, and by any circumstances, he simply couldn’t.
“I didn’t really fall,” Crowley argued, slightly hurt by Aziraphale’s comment. “I just, you know...sauntered vaguely downward.”
He cleared his throat. “I need a favor.”
Aziraphale threw the last of his breadcrumbs and put his hat back on. “We already have an agreement, Crowley.”
“This is something different,” Crowley handed him a slip of paper. “I wrote it down. Walls have ears. I mean, trees have ears. Ducks have ears.”
Aziraphale opened the paper and his eyes widened as he read the words. 
“Do ducks have ears? They must do, it’s how they hear other ducks.”
“Absolutely out of the question!” Aziraphale retorted, appalled. How could the demon even ask him of this?
“Why not?”
“It would destroy you!” Aziraphale whispered, worry dripping through his voice. “I’m not bringing you a suicide pill, Crowley!” He shoved the slip back into the demo’s hand, angry that he would even suggest such a thing.
“Not what I want it for, just insurance,” Crowley insisted, handing him back the paper, which had the words Holy Water scrawled over it.
Aziraphale’s distant façade dropped. “I’m not an idiot, Crowley,” He almost pleaded. “Do you know what trouble I’d be in if...” He looked up at the sky, then quieting his voice. “They knew I’ve been fraternizing!?”
Crowley turned toward the angel, finally. “Fraternizing?” He spat. He thought they were past this--seeing each other as the enemy.
“Or whatever you wish to call it,” Aziraphale responded, his anger and hurt still seeping through. “I do not see any point in discussing it further.”
“I have lots of other people to fraternize with, angel,” Crowley retorted, when in fact, he did not.
“Of course you do.”
“I don’t need you,” When in fact, he did.
“Well, the feeling’s mutual, obviously!” Aziraphale said, whipping around and storming away, throwing the slip of paper in the pond where it caught on fire.
Crowley turned back to the pond. That conversation did not go as planned.
“Obviously,” Crowley mocked, hiding his hurt.
--
As Aziraphale negotiated with Nazi’s in London, 1941, he couldn’t get Crowley out of his mind. He hadn’t seen the demon in a little over a century. They had left on...less than ideal terms, and despite how much Aziraphale tried not to, he missed the demon. It was unlike Crowley not to pop up somewhere, and the angel worried that he might not see the demon ever again. He didn’t--couldn’t regret saying no to giving Crowley holy water, whether it was for insurance or not. The chance was too great.
Mr. Golzier pulled a gun after Aziraphale put his beloved books down. 
“Such a pity you must be eliminated, but take heart,” he said, cocking the gun. “Just another death in the Blitz.”
“That’s not very sporting,” Aziraphale said.
Golzier cocked his head. “You don’t appear worried, my friend.”
A woman appeared behind him, cocking her gun, just like Aziraphale planned.
”He is not worried,” she said.
“Who’s she?” Mr. Harmony said, standing up.
“She, my double-dealing Nazi acquaintance, is the reason why none of those books are going back to Berlin! And why your nasty little spy ring will be spending the rest of the war behind bars!” Aziraphale exclaimed. “Let me introduce you to Captain Rose Montgomery of British Military Intelligence.”
“Thank you for the introduction,” Captain Rose said calmly.
“So, Rose, where exactly are your people?”
Harmony let his hands fall. “We are all here,” He laughed.
Golzier walked towards the Captain. “Allow me to introduce Fraulien Greta Klienschmidt. She works for us.”
She pointed the gun at the angel, who stepped back, mouth gaped.
“Now, where were we? Oh yes, killing you.”
“You can’t kill me!” Aziraphale exclaimed. “There’ll be paperwork.”
A door slammed. All four turned their heads to the sound.
In comes no one other than Crowley, hopping around on the consecrated ground they were standing on, making sounds of discomfort.
Aziraphale had never been so glad and furious to see the demon.
“Sorry, consecrated ground,” Crowley gasped, still hopping around. “Oh! It’s like being at the beach in bare feet!”
“What are you doing here?” Aziraphale exclaimed. I’m so glad to see you.
“Stopping you from getting into trouble,” He retorted.
Azirpahale rolled his eyes. “I should have known. These are your people.”
The demon leaned on a pue. “No! They’re a bunch of half-witted Nazi spies running around killing people, I just didn’t want to see you getting embarrassed. Gah!” He hopped around some more.
“Mr. Anthony J. Crowley,” Golzier says. “Your fame precedes you.”
“Anthony?” Aziraphale asks.
“You don’t like it?” Crowley responded, ignoring Nazi.
“No, no, I didn’t say that,” Aziraphale said quickly. “I’ll get used to it.”
“In about a minute,” Crowley said suddenly. “a German bomber will release a bomb that will land right here.” He pointed to the ground they were standing on (well, he was hopping on). “If you all run away very, very fast, you might not die. You won’t enjoy dying, and definitely won’t enjoy what comes after.”
“You expect us to believe that?” Golzier scoffs. “The bombs tonight will fall on the East End.”
“Yes. It would take a last-minute demonic intervention to throw them off course, yes.”
Aziraphale looked toward the demon, realizing his plan.
“You’re all wasting your valuable running away time!” Crowley exclaimed. “And! If, in thirty seconds a bomb did land here, it would take a real miracle for my friend and I to survive it.” He looked toward Aziraphale with his shaded eyes.
“A real miracle?” Aziraphale stammered. Oh, right.
“Kill them,” Harmony said. “They are very irritating.”
On cue, Crowley pointed his fingers up at the roof and the sound of a whistling bomb sounded. All three Nazi's looked up toward the sound in disbelief.
Then the bomb landed.
Aziraphale and Crowley stood unharmed in the rubble, the demon cleaning his glasses and the angel taking off his hat.
“That was very kind of you,” The angel said, in slight disbelief. After that entire argument they had a century ago, he was surprised the demon would come to his aid, that he even knew where Aziraphale was. 
Crowley pulled his glasses over his yellow snake eyes. “Shut up.” He said jokingly, hiding his smile.
“Well, it was. No paperwork, for a start.” Aziraphale smiled.
“Oh, the books! Oh, I forgot all the books! Oh, they’ll be blown to--”
Crowley walked over to Harmony’s dead body, buried underneath the rubble. he wrenched the bag of books from his dead hand and handed it to the angel. “A little demonic miracle of my own.” He said. “Lift home?”
He walked away, and Aziraphale stared at his back in disbelief. He couldn’t believe Crowley had remembered his beloved books when Aziraphale didn’t.
That was the moment the angel realized the inevitable. 
He was in love with a demon.
--
While Crowley negotiated plans to steal holy water in Soho, 1967, he wondered about Aziraphale.
There was something about the angel that Crowley couldn't pin that drew the demon in, as much as he hated it. He had feelings for Aziraphale, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. He wasn’t supposed to feel, not after the Fall. Especially not for an angel. 
He walked over to his car after an interesting conversation with Shadwell, collapsing into the driver’s seat. He looked to his left and saw Aziraphale sitting in the passenger’s seat.
“What are you doing here?” Crowley asked incredulously. I was just thinking about you.
“I needed a word with you,” Aziraphale responded. 
“What?”
“I work in Soho, I hear things.” He paused. “I hear that you’re setting up a...caper to rob a church.”
Crowley sighed and turned his head forward.
“Crowley, it’s too dangerous,” Aziraphale pleaded. “Holy water won’t just destroy your body, it’ll destroy you completely.”
“You told me what you think one hundred and eight years ago,” Crowley said, turning back to the angel.
“And I haven’t changed my mind,” Aziraphale interrupted. “But I can’t have you risking your life.” You mean too much to me.
“So...” Aziraphale pulled out a beige flask. Crowley’s eyebrows raised slightly as he looked at the flask. “You can call off the robbery.” The angel held the flask gingerly, as if it might break and the water would spill out, vaporizing the demon forever. He shuddered at the thought.
Crowley looked at the angel in surprised, then back at the flask. He took the flask gingerly, holding it out in front of him.
I’m not planning to use it on myself, angel. He wanted to say. But he didn’t.
“After everything you said?” He said instead, the century left not talking that they both regretted brought up without speaking of it.
Aziraphale nodded.
Crowley looked at the flask again in disbelief. “Should I say thank you?” He said after a while, looking back at the angel.
“Better not,” Aziraphale said, smiling softly.
“Well can I drop you off anywhere?” Please let me say thank you.
“No, thank you.”
Crowley’s face fell.
“Oh, don’t look so disappointed.” Please. “Perhaps one day we could...go for a picnic,” Aziraphale smiled at the thought. “Dine at the Ritz.” He smiled at the demon.
“I’ll give you a lift, anywhere you want to go,” Crowley insisted. I love you.
Aziraphale was quiet or a time. Then he sighed. “You go to fast for me, Crowley,” He said sadly, like it hurt his very Grace to say that.
Crowley’s demonic heart broke, despite deep down knowing Aziraphale’s answer.
The angel left the car, walking away.
Crowley stared at the flask in his had once again, and set it down. He sighed, then started the car.
--
In the End Times, as Satan manifested on Earth and the Anti-Christ went against the Great Plan and stopped the Apocolypse. The angel and the demon clasped hands, and three words passed between them without being spoken.
I love you.
The Anti-Christ willed the Devil out of existence, leaving the Earth untouched just for a little while longer.
--
So, now, all of the angel and the demon’s interactions have led up to this moment, after preventing the Apocalypse by the sheer force of will, and defying their respective head offices just by being together, they sat at the Ritz, a glass of champagne in each of their hands.
“I think none of this would’ve worked out if you weren’t at heart, just a little bit a good person,” Aziraphale said.
“And if you weren’t, deep down, just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing,” Crowley said with a smile.
Aziraphale gushed, looking down at the table then back at the demon. 
“Cheers,” Crowley said, raising his glass toward the angel. “To the world.”
Aziraphale raised his glass, smiling. “To the world.”
They clinked glasses.
--
The journey of an angel who fell in love with a demon, despite what he had been taught, and a demon who fell in love with an angel, despite thinking he couldn’t even feel after the Fall, had ended, but was only the start of the beginning of the rest of their lives, together despite all odds.
They sat, fingers entwined, chatting at the Ritz while a Nightingale sang for the first time in Berkeley Square.
--
Finally! I’m done with this fic! It took forever because of the scenes, and I’m sorry about that! I’m really proud of how it came out! I hope you guys like it :)
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What if it wasn’t as simple as Crowley convincing Aziraphale to run away with him to Alpha Centauri? What if when God made Aziraphale the Guardian of the Eastern Gate, She also bound him to Earth so he could never abandon his duties? He could still travel to Heaven or Hell, but he could never exist in any other place physically aside from Earth.
So, imagine if Crowley had actually persuaded Aziraphale to at least look at Alpha Centauri to see what he thought of it. Crowley would navigate them through the stars, remembering his role in creating them.
And when they arrive, Crowley finds a planet like Earth. And it’s beautiful, reminding him of Eden in a wonderful, alien way.
But then Crowley turns around and is horrified to see that his angel has collapsed.
And he isn’t moving.
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So somehow I ended up writing a fic for this....XD Let me apologize in advance....
Edit: Here is a link for it on AO3 for anyone who would prefer to read it there: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19983193
Ensnared
“It’s a big universe. Even if all this ends up in a puddle of burning goo, we could go off together.”
“Go off together?”
Crowley held his breath, not that that meant much to a demon.
Aziraphale could be infuriatingly stubborn at times. Especially when it really mattered. It was as if Divine Will blinded him to truths right in front of his face. But Crowley also knew the angel well enough to know when Aziraphale was opening himself up to wavering.
And just now, it had been there in Aziraphale’s voice. This was Crowley’s one chance. He could not screw this up.
He walked back toward the angel, his movements deliberate yet gentle, his hands held out.
“Just...come with me. Just for a moment. Let me show you what it’s like out there, and then we can come right back, if you want to. Please, angel.”
Crowley made sure to keep his voice soft as he approached. It was like trying to not startle a dove into flying away. Which was, in essence, what he was doing. Eventually, he was standing face to face with Aziraphale. The angel was looking up at him with hope shining in his eyes. Hope mixed with disbelief. Probably disbelief that someone would offer this to him.
This made Crowley angrier than he had ever been, and it took every ounce of willpower he had to keep his rage hidden. Anger could so easily be misread. And that was something he could not afford right now.
Acting on what he hoped were good instincts, Crowley dared to reach down and take one of Aziraphale’s hands into his. The angel flinched slightly, but did not pull his hand away. Instead, he curled his fingers around Crowley’s.
“Crowley…” he breathed.
Meanwhile, Crowley was struggling to remember what words were for. The feel of that soft, warm hand in his was shoving knowledge right out of his mind.
Hoping that movement would re-activate some of his brain cells, he guided Aziraphale out from underneath the bandstand. The angel still hadn’t let go of his hand, and the fingers were shaking. Crowley recognized the gesture. He’d seen it first-hand in countries that were stricken by famine. He had memories of people clutching brittle crusts of bread with both fear and reverence.
And this is what Aziraphale was doing. The angel was starving for even the smallest crumbs of tenderness toward him and was terrified that he was reading what was happening between them all wrong.
It was then that Crowley realized that he had been wrong. This made even more furious than he had been a few seconds ago.
‘Oh angel, why do you let them do this to you? You’re a being of love. And those bastards in Heaven sneer at you, hoping you’ll wither away alone while they bask in Grace.’
‘They don’t deserve your sacrifices.’
‘They never did.’
Once they were out in the open, Crowley whipped the sunglasses off his face while letting his wings unfurl. He jammed them into a pocket while he watched Aziraphale respond by releasing his own snow-white wings.
“Just hold onto me,” Crowley said. “And I’ll navigate. Ready?”
Aziraphale nodded, and Crowley was rewarded by a small, yet sweet smile. The demon made sure to look away so that he could concentrate on where they were going. Then with a steadying huff, he took off into the sky, Aziraphale rising alongside him.
They climbed hundreds of feet into the air before their speed increased and altered. It stopped being flight and became transference. An angel and a demon ceased to exist in the way that matter on Earth normally did. Their bodies morphed and changed as they sped out from the solar system.
Throughout this, Crowley beamed. Well, as much as one could beam while zipping across the universe as a form of energy. Stars that he had helped build sped by the same way headlights streaked beside him on the road while driving his Bentley. They brought back memories of a time when his purpose was to create, not destroy.
Eventually, he found his target and aimed for it, still aware of the angel’s hold on him.
In the blink of an eye, the journey was over. They were on a planet near the center of Alpha Centauri. Twin suns were setting down on a horizon that was a cool ripple of purple and green foliage. Crowley’s mind immediately pondered what it would be like to try to cultivate some of those plants.
“Look at it, angel,” Crowley said, raising his hands to the sky. “Look at those flowers over there. And humans think the most beautiful garden ever was Eden. If they could see this, they’d….”
Crowley suddenly stopped. It took a full second to realize what was bothering him, but once he did, a shiver went through him.
He had finally noticed that Aziraphale was no longer holding his hand. And that the angel hadn’t made a sound since they had arrived.
Crowley whirled around, his heart dropping. Aziraphale had made it here and was only a few feet away. But the angel was a crumpled heap on the ground. An unmoving heap.
Something like a squeak erupted from Crowley’s throat as he rushed over and knelt beside Aziraphale’s still form. The angel’s skin was cold, his face covered with a grey-blue pallor.
“Angel?” He grabbed Aziraphale’s arm and shook. Hard. When that didn’t work, Crowley persisted, shaking and patting Aziraphale’s face over and over. But there wasn’t even a twitch.
“Angel, what’s wrong? Wake up. Bless it, Aziraphale, wake up!”
The angel still did not respond other than to grow colder to the touch. Apparently, Aziraphale wasn’t even aware enough of his corporal form to be concerned with breathing or letting his heart beat.
Crowley, on the other hand, felt his own heart constricting, the life being squeezed out of it. Aziraphale was dying. That much was certain. Whether it was simply discorporation or actual celestial death, he couldn’t tell. And he wasn’t going to risk it either way.
Crowley reached down and gathered Aziraphale into his arms, his heart receiving another jolt of pain when the angel still did not show any signs of life. His mind had formed a hunch. A desperate hunch to be sure, but the only thing he had at the moment to stop himself from unraveling.
‘I just need to get you back to Earth. You were ok when we were there. So hang on, angel, all right? I’ll get you back. I promise.’
Crowley tightened his hold and took a deep breath. In a flash, his wings were out again and he moved, pushing himself to the limits of his brain’s ability to hold onto the memory of his and Aziraphale’s physical bodies. He longed to go faster, but he was already feeling the strain of keeping himself and Aziraphale together.
‘Please, Aziraphale…please you have to…I can’t….’
‘Please….’
In barely enough time for a star to twinkle, the two of them were back under the abandoned bandstand. Thankfully, the park was still empty, so no one was there to witness a demon folding his wings away while cradling an angel in his arms.
Crowley blinked hard and fast, his breaths catching in his throat as he waited to see if Aziraphale was still fading away.
Those breaths finally came out in quaking gasps as he watched the color return to the angel’s face, and Aziraphale’s chest begin to move again. Crowley wanted to tell him to open his eyes, but he was afraid his voice would crack the moment he attempted a single word.
Blue eyes finally appeared from behind barely open eyelids while Aziraphale’s mouth fell open with a groan.
“Dear…what…where…?”
A laugh, genuine, but still strangled came out of Crowley as he helped Aziraphale sit up.
“We’re back on Earth, angel. How are you feeling?”
Aziraphale’s brow creased as he contemplated that question. He remained silent while folding his wings away and rubbing his face. Crowley continued to keep an arm wrapped around the angel’s waist, hoping that would be enough to steady his own nerves.
“We were in Alpha Centauri, weren’t we? Why did we…?”
A look of horror suddenly appeared in Aziraphale’s eyes, his lips parting. The dread that Crowley was just starting to let go of came back in full force.
“Angel? What is it?”
“That…that is what he meant,” Aziraphale mumbled. Eyes full of regret and apology turned toward Crowley, and the demon was certain that he didn’t want to hear whatever was coming next.
“Gabriel mentioned a long time ago that Heaven’s agents can never abandon Earth once they are assigned there,” Aziraphale continued. “I don’t know why he told me that. It wasn’t as if I’d expressed any desire to leave. But I…I’m sorry, Crowley. I don’t think I can go anywhere else. Other than to the celestial plane. And well…you know what the choices are there.”
Crowley nodded. Heaven or Hell. Those were the only other two options. Neither of which had any room for an angel and a demon to stay together.
Aziraphale nodded slowly in return, his eyes downcast. Crowley knew that he could go back to Alpha Centauri or anywhere else in the universe he fancied, but there was no escape for Aziraphale. If the Apocalypse wasn’t stopped, the angel would have to either fight or die. Or fight and then die anyway. Crowley doubted that the armies of Heaven would care which outcome actually occurred.
Fresh rage burned Crowley from within. How could She do this to Aziraphale? Hadn’t he done enough for Her? Why couldn’t She give him even the smallest amount of mercy?
“I’m sorry.”
Crowley blinked and then turned his attention back to Aziraphale. The angel looked even more desolate than before. And the worst of it was that only part of that grief was due to being trapped on Earth.
The other part was most likely regret over disappointing someone yet again.
Crowley reached over and took Aziraphale’s hand, forcing himself to smile while stroking his thumb over the angel’s palm.
“It’s all right, angel. Where’s the fun of wandering around the galaxy when you have to do it alone? And where would I put the Bentley in a place like that? And…and the plants. I can’t leave my plants here. They’d never behave on their own.”
Aziraphale looked up, a smile twisted by unshed tears on his lips. Crowley scooted closer, slinging his other arm around Aziraphale’s shoulders.
“We’ll fix this, right? There’s got to be something we can do. Something we haven’t thought of. We just have to think.”
The peal of trumpets caused both of them to look upward. Once it had dissipated, they went back to looking into each other’s eyes, panic mirrored on their faces. That was the sound of the Antichrist setting things into motion. The Apocalypse was beginning.
Aziraphale’s lower lip quavered. “Crowley…you have to….”
Crowley clenched his jaw and gave Aziraphale’s hand a firm squeeze.
“I’m not leaving, angel. Whatever happens…I’m in it to the end.”
Aziraphale opened his mouth, probably to protest, but apparently had a sudden change of heart because he ended up just nodding instead. Then he leaned against Crowley, resting his forehead against the demon’s shoulder.
Crowley tilted his head so he could press his cheek into those white curls. The chances of them getting out of this intact were next to nothing. But he reasoned that that was still ok.
They were together. Live or die, they would do it together. That was the only thing that mattered.
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Chapter 182: Endgame, Pt 1
Gothel admired the glowing resurrection amulet, as it pulsed with sheer power. In theory, the amulet could bring back someone from the dead, which was normally a direct violation of the laws of magic. But the price of doing so was predictable. The resurrection amulet required a life for a life, therefore becoming a loophole to that rule. But it wouldn't have been the first time a law of magic was defied. After all, they were called laws for a reason, which ultimately meant they could be broken.
There were three defined laws of magic that were top tiers when it came to the rules of magic. Bringing someone back to life was one and it had already been broken. Hades broke it when he revived the Collector; a true waste of a broken rule and she was sure that was something they could all agree on. Theoretically, the powers that be, whether one believed that was the power of the cosmos, Gods, or some other mystical force, often managed to punish those that broke the laws in one way or another. Proof of that could be argued by Hades' demise. Not only was he killed, but completely erased from existence.
There were loopholes to that rule though and it was intriguing that the pair before her had suffered no consequences when they sought to defy death. The Goddess Aphrodite had taken a lot of extra precautions in order to protect her charges this time around, but those protections should have been bypassed when Snow White crushed her own husband's heart. But she had brought him back only minutes later by having her heart split in half. Under the law of magic that stated no one could be brought back to life, such an endeavor should have failed. Yet, because of who they were, they were allowed to slip through that loophole and succeed. Some might argue that the trade off to that was that this pair, while deeply in love and happy together, rarely knew peace. These two humans should be as fragile and easy to kill as any others really. But they weren't. Killing them had been proven to be much harder than it should be and she was determined to be the one to do it.
The second law and its purpose was a bit lost on her. But history was riddled with the failures in breaking this one. Forcing someone to fall in love with another. She really knew nothing of love and had no desire to. But the pair before her had mastered love in every way. It was why they were so hard to kill. It was why they had such magic and had created a rich legacy of love and magical offspring. And it was why she needed them to make the resurrection amulet do what she wanted.
Long ago, its mysterious creation had been intended to break that first law. Whoever had created it, the identity of whom still remained a mystery, probably intended to bring someone back by sacrificing another. But for what Gothel intended, it required star seeds or gems, as they were sometimes known. Everyone had star gems inside them, but most were not magical. However, certain people had very powerful ones and the two most powerful ones in existence were in front of her. She almost scoffed at that too. She wasn't sure how such powerful star gems existed inside two beings who, for all intents and purposes, should be fairly weak in the grand scheme of things. Powerful star gems potentially had unlimited and unparalleled power. To be fair, no one really knew the full potential of star gems and no one really knew who had created them. Star gems inside people was something unique to their sector of nine realms. There was likely other things among the infinite realms that were similar, but Gothel knew that the right star gems could remake the world into what she wanted it to be. The resurrection amulet was simply a tool to harness and focus their power. She was sure just by using the dark, mysterious object that she was about to shatter the laws of magic. But she didn't foresee any consequences, for once she had those star gems from the truest loves, she would become the most powerful being in these nine realms. When that happened, she could basically rewrite the laws of magic any way she wanted to, for she would be more powerful than any of the Gods of Olympus or any being in any realm within their sector.
Laws were meant to be broken, after all and the pair before her had broken the third law, with their consequence being separated by another curse. They had broken the law of time travel unintentionally. Usually, time travel was expressly forbidden, because traveling to the past could jeopardize all sentient life. The prospect of meddling with the past could have untold consequences and disrupting time was considered a grievous sin by the Gods. And it was also messing with aspects of science that shouldn't have been tampered with. Facilier wanted to travel back and they had been sent to the past, albeit only about five years. With that law being broken, it was hard to say what kinds of consequences it might have. But since all these so-called heroes were about to die by her hand, she supposed that was a moot point. Time was about to become irrelevant, for she was resetting the clock on this world. Humanity would wither and her perfect Eden would grow. It seemed the two idiots were intent on fighting her though and were presenting quite a defense, which meant she needed a defense of her own.
"Time to take things up a notch," she said, as the ominous clouds above flashed violently with lightning and boomed with thunder. They watched the vines around them begin to convulse and screeching was heard, as they came to life in a new way. The vines sprouted arms, legs, and heads, which came complete with a full set of sharp teeth.
"Holy crap," Emma exclaimed.
"It's like Little Shop O' Horrors on steroids," she commented. Leo cocked his head to the side, acknowledging her reference.
"I was going to say it's like a bunch of Groots if Groot was evil, but yours works too," he replied. But there was more, as some of the vines sprouted flowers, which opened up into Venus flytraps, also complete with sharp, vicious teeth.
"And now we have piranha plants from Super Mario," Leo deadpanned. Screams ensued, as the creatures attacked and it was up to them to stop them from hurting people.
"Leo...start zapping. Regina...light them up wherever you can," Emma directed, as she watched the Venus flytraps start shooting poison darts.
"Summer...circle the perimeter and get as many of those darts into bubbles as you can," Emma said. Summer nodded.
"I'll start healing people that get hit," Eva said, as she hurried off with a very confused Dr. Narita in tow.
"What can I do?" Bobby asked.
"You can stay close to us," Snow answered.
"But Mom...I can help," he insisted.
"I need shock waves from you, kid. Hit 'em at their roots and dust them," Emma said.
"Yes…" Bobby cheered, as he ran off.
"Bobby...be careful!" Snow called frantically.
"I got him," Henry assured, as he followed him, armed with a sword, taking Jacinda and Lucy with him.
"What can I do? Ana and I can help," Drizella offered. Snow and Charming exchanged a glance.
"This is the epicenter. There's too many innocent people around. Start leading people away. Keep them out of buildings and structures," David instructed. She nodded and they left for their task as well.
"Need I remind you that none of this will matter if you don't take her out," Rumple reminded, as he indicted Gothel, who stood about twenty feet above them in a nest type structure that her plants had woven together to create for her, like some living plant Throne.
"Yeah, I'm over the creepy Little Shop O' Horrors vibe she's got going on," Emma commented. Snow glanced at her husband and followed his vision, as his eyes were locked on the structure that the witch's vines had created. Where the community garden had once been was now a very tall mass of vines, like a jungle had literally sprouted from the ground. Her nest was a top the structure and somehow, she knew what he was thinking. But she asked anyway.
"I know that look...you have a plan," she mentioned.
"Of sorts...but it's nuts," he replied. She smiled, despite the situation.
"I'd probably be disappointed if it wasn't," she offered.
"Weaver is right. Any plants we slice or burn up out here won't matter. That thing she's created will just create more. We have to go in there and destroy it from the inside," he replied.
"Which is probably what she wants," Snow agreed. He scoffed.
"Oh yeah...it's a trap for sure. But none of this stops unless we stop her in the source. That's where the amulet is," he responded. She nodded and threaded her fingers with his.
"Guys…" Emma called, as they turned back to her, seeing the palpable worry on her face.
"We'll be okay…" Snow assured. Tears brimmed her eyes, as she wondered if her mother could really promise that.
"You better be," Emma replied. David gave her a gentle smile and she could only watch her parents rush into the epicenter of the massive tangle of vines. Emma then rushed off to help handle more of the chaos and failed to notice Clayton following her parents in…
~*~
"This is insane!" Jacinda cried, as she watched Henry slice through more of the living plants.
"I know...and though it will still be nuts, I promise it will make sense when the curse breaks," he promised, as they approached a wall of the greenery, complete with several man-eating plants. Bobby hurried in front of them and they, plus all standing trapped by the plants, watched in amazement. Bobby's hands lit with silver magic, as he thrust his hands toward the ground, sending his power beneath the surface. Silver pulses traveled up the vines and the man-eating plants screeched in pain, as they were all turned to ash. Henry smiled.
"Nice...your powers are getting crazy strong, kid," he said, as they high-fived.
~*~
Leo exhausted a dangerous amount of lightning into the large curling vine that was wrapped around Belfry Tower. He growled under the strain, as the vine convulsed and tried to overcome his power. But he pressed on and it finally uncoiled from the building, before slamming dead to the ground. He heaved air into his lungs, as Eva put a hand on his shoulder, before her pink magic swirled around her and she levitated herself into the air. Her wind magic carried her and her confused husband, who still had no memory into an opening of the damaged building.
"I promise it will make sense eventually," she offered, as his face showed utter disbelief. He took a deep breath and followed her with his bag, as they began tending to the injured.
~*~
Several poison barbs were encased in bubbles and floated harmlessly into the sky, as Summer stopped them from pelting the innocent people below. Regina and Gold stood on either side of her, along with Belle, as they used fire to burn up the plethora of flora life that was growing wildly around the city.
"This is insane…" Regina growled, as she blasted another Venus flytrap before it could snap up any innocent bystander.
"And this is worse than New York. We might not be able to put this genie back in the bottle so to speak," Belle mentioned, as she did her best, armed with a cutlass.
"Then we better hope that once this is over that Snow and Charming can open a portal to the future and get us the hell out of here," Regina commented, as she destroyed more.
"And why isn't this damn curse broken yet? Those two have kissed and saved their daughter, but no rainbow light," Regina added, side eyeing her old mentor.
"Don't look at me...I don't know what's holding this one back," he answered, as Summer spotted two people that she knew being cornered by one of the man-eating plants. The floral monsters screeched angrily, as it fired two poison darts at Frankie and Joe. She gasped and released two bubbles, saving them from the poison. They looked at her in astonishment, just as Regina turned the plant to ash.
"Joe...Frankie...what are you doing here?" Summer asked.
"I don't know...we just felt like this is where we needed to be," Frankie replied.
"We somehow knew that family needed us, even if we're still trying to wrap our heads around this," Joe added. Summer sighed.
"I know...it's a lot," she agreed.
"Where are your parents?" Frankie asked. Summer looked over at the virtual palace that Gothel had created from her vines and plants.
"In there…" she uttered, as they looked on, wondering what was happening inside.
~*~
Snow and Charming walked cautiously into the structure, hand in hand, finding that Gothel had created her own little palace out of it. And though it appeared to be purely made of an intricate web of vines and flora life, they knew the structure was probably nearly indestructible. They reached what appeared to be like a Throne room and watched Gothel's nest descend from atop the structure and situate itself far above them.
"You two will be a fitting feast for my lovelies," Gothel commented, as two plants, with snapping jaws, loomed behind them. But David was quick to cut them down and his sword, powered by the chalice, turned them to ash.
"Yeah...plant food is not how this is going to end for us," he challenged. Gothel smirked.
"I had hoped you'd save yourselves all the pain to come by giving into the inevitable. Surrendering your star gems will ensure far less pain than if I have to take them by force," she warned. Snow glowered at the woman and fired an arrow at her. The woman easily caught it, but her surprise was palpable when it exploded. It scorched her nest and she plummeted to the ground before them, singed and seething with anger.
"You will pay for that, Princess…" she hissed, as she climbed to her feet. The explosion had rendered her human appearance null and she was now in her natural form. Blue tinted skin and sea green hair. Her limbs also seemed to take on a boneless-type quality when she moved, much like her living flora. Her dress was red and complete with a cloak, both tattered and weathered.
"We'll see…" David retorted. But she smirked.
"The Earth once belonged to my people...until it was stolen by humans," she growled.
"You humans destroy and pillage everything in your wake. You feared my people and destroyed them!" she raged.
"We didn't do any of that. Not all humans are alike. Punishing all for the actions of a few is wrong," Snow stated righteously.
"No...you're all the same. You're an infection upon my beautiful garden and one that I plan to cure," she argued.
"Then we'll stop you...and destroy you," David promised. She smirked.
"You will try," she challenged, as there was a shuddering beneath their feet. Massive vines sprouted around them and they had to flee the coils. David grabbed her hand and they ran, as Gothel's monstrous flora chased them through the structure. By now, the moving and evolving structure was a sheer labyrinth. They dodged and darted through and around coiled and twisted vines. They soon realized they were now far above solid ground and a misstep could send them plummeting back down to either the ground or into the coils of a vine ready to constrict the life out of them.
"Any more ideas?" Snow asked offhandedly, as they climbed around the twisted mess of vegetation.
"Not really...but you know I usually never really have a plan. I just make it up as I go along," he quipped in reply, as they reached a large gap in the vegetation. And jumping was too dangerous, for a Venus flytrap was directly below them, snapping its powerful jaws.
"Now what?" Snow asked, as he looked up and sliced through one of the thinner vines. He sheathed his sword and then grasped the vine firmly. He wrapped his free arm around Snow's waist and pulled her flush against him. She knew he intended to swing them over the gap and she snaked her arms tightly around his waist.
"Don't drop me," she teased.
"Never," he promised.
"But a good luck kiss wouldn't hurt anything," he added. She smiled and kissed him passionately, before he swung them over to the other side. He let go of the vine and they stood precariously on the slippery and unstable vines beneath their feet. They carefully moved away from the gap, but as Snow happened to glance back, she saw Clayton swinging his way over to them. She gasped, but not in time, as the Collector knocked her husband off the beam.
"Charming!" she cried, as he hung dangerously above a man-eating plant. Without thinking, she kicked Clayton in the chest, sending him back. Unfortunately, he grabbed the vine and swung back to their beam. Snow helped David pull himself up and he drew his sword to defend them. Clayton stood before them again and drew his own sword.
"Only one of you has to die and I can take control of the chalice," he stated.
"Which would mean nothing. We're the only ones that can defeat Gothel," Snow replied.
"So you say...but if I have the power again, I know I can make mulch out of her," he boasted.
"Except that I know for a fact that you can't. Queen Serenity...my predecessor told me such," Snow claimed.
"A Queen that's been dead for three thousand years? The one that failed to fully defeat Gothel in the first place?" he questioned sarcastically.
"Forgive me if I don't put much stalk in that," he responded, as he stood poised for battle with his nemesis'.
"Fighting us won't end well for you," David warned. Clayton smirked smugly.
"I'll take my chances, Charming," he retorted, as their blades clashed, while Snow stood by, ready with an arrow. They dueled precariously on the winding and twisted network of vines that were woven throughout Gothel's treacherous and warped Eden. Clayton made a risky leap to another platform, trying to gain an upper ground on them, but Snow was ready and fired an arrow. It exploded and burned up the fauna around him, as he fell to a platform just below them.
"You'll pay for that, Snow White," he growled, as he chased them through the maze of deadly precipices. Snow and David climbed around the vines and managed to find the top finally, while Clayton sliced through another thin vine, intending to use it to get to them. But David was seeing from his position that he wouldn't be able to without risking his life. If he missed, it would be sudden doom for him.
"I'll give you two a moment to discuss who gets to die," Clayton boosted, as he prepared to swing himself to them.
"You don't want to do that. You'll never make it...we have the higher ground," David warned.
"Like I said before...I'll take my chances, Your Highness," he retorted. They watched as he swung himself up and over to their platform, barely touching the edge of it. His smirk was smug, but he had swung through many more vines that were around him and those vines suddenly pulled him back. They watched as now he was suspended in the air by the vines and he fought them by slicing through them. Clayton sliced his way out and jumped toward their platform, but he missed and Snow gasped, as they watched in horror, as he slipped upside down and there was a strangled noise, as well as a sickening snap. They looked over the edge cautiously and gasped, as they saw that Clayton had essentially hung himself by accident and swung there dead, suspended by the vines that became his end. Snow cried out and turned away from the gruesome sight, as it instantly got worse, as two Venus flytraps shot up and tore the body to shreds, consuming him as food.
"Ohhh…" she groaned, as her stomach churned at the sounds of crunching bones, while she buried her face in David's chest.
"Well...as disturbing as that was, it was well deserved," David said and she couldn't disagree with that. The Collector had was evil and his obsession with killing one of them to gain the power of the Chalice had daunted them for far too long. Thankfully, this time there would be no resurrection for him. He was gone for good and despite all that still faced them, his demise was a victory for them. They usually didn't find comfort in anyone's death, even their enemies, but the Collector leading to his own undoing was more than fitting. Snow sighed and relished his lips, as he pressed them to her forehead. She knew they probably had mere moments until chaos erupted around them again, but oh how she wished they could just go home, away from all this ugliness.
"We'll get there, my darling," he promised. She smiled.
"Reading my thoughts, handsome?" she teased. He smiled.
"More like feeling them through you," he corrected. And she had to agree. She wasn't sure it was possible, but it truly seemed that their love managed to grow every day.
"So...any more to this plan of yours?" she asked.
"Not really, but I'm not a fan of this hide and seek game she's playing. I say we make her take us on directly," he replied.
"Then we need to bring this thing down, which is a lot of magic," she agreed. He smirked.
"Which we have," he said, as they grasped the chalice together. A beam of light slammed into the roof of the warped nightmare of a palace, quickly eating away at it. Once they had an exit, David grabbed a couple vines and they scaled the wall, before climbing out on top of it.
By then, most of their friends and family had gathered around, seeing the peculiar light coming from Gothel's garden monstrosity.
"We could use a bubble, peanut," David called down. Summer smiled and released one, which encased her parents safely inside and transported them to the ground, before popping.
"Let's take it down," David said, as they surrounded the structure and unleashed an assault of magic. Regina and Gold shot several fireballs at it, setting it ablaze. Bobby released shock waves into the ground going after the roots and while they were stunned by his power, Elsa released her ice powers into the ground, freezing the roots and killing them. Leo continued to hit the structure with his lightning powers, while Emma used beams of white magic to do the same. Alice stared at the structure and looked unsure, but soon felt a hand on her shoulder.
"You can do this, starfish...they need you," Hook encouraged.
"I know...but I think I'm supposed to do something else first. I'm the Guardian…" she said, as she started toward Snow and Charming, just as Gothel's palace collapsed to mulch. She emerged from the smoke, seething with rage and unscathed.
"Whoa...what happened to her?" Leo asked, referring to her shocking appearance.
"She is a nymph. Her mother was Mother Nature. This is her true form," Rumple answered. Alice fired her golden colored magic at her biological mother, but she batted the attack away like nothing.
"I'm through playing," she growled, as they watched in horror, as vine-like tentacles sprouted from her very being and she hit Alice first, knocking her away.
"Tilly!" Margot cried, as she and Hook rushed to her. Leo and Elsa rushed her next, ready to blast her with their powers, but she was ready, as her powerful tentacles swept them away as well. She smirked and blew golden dust on them.
"Can you move?" Leo asked.
"No…" she groaned, realizing they were both paralyzed by her pollen.
"All right, let's fry this bitch," Regina growled, as she and Rumple prepared to unleash their fireballs at her. But there was a rumbling beneath them and Belle, as more vines re-emerged from the ground, despite Bobby and Elsa's efforts to kill the roots and the three of them were captured within the coils.
"Hey tree huger...over here!" Emma called, as her magic collided with Gothel's. But the witch smirked, as she easily overpowered the Savior, allowing a vine to coil around her.
"Not today, Savior," Gothel cooed, as she moved toward Snow and Charming.
"Surrender your star gems and I'll make the deaths of everyone you love quick and painless," she offered.
"Save it," David retorted.
"We're not afraid to fight you," Snow added, as they stood strong before her, armed with the chalice. She smirked.
"Pity...I was hoping to spare your children from seeing the gruesome deaths that await you both," she retorted, as her tentacles slithered toward them and they knew that this battle had only just begun...
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money is a way of supporting things that people want or need
and so what matters is what is in the heart and its desires.
Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 16th chapter and the closing of the Letter of First Corinthians that begins with a request from Paul to collect support for God’s people in Jerusalem:
Now I call you, just as I did the churches gathering in Galatia, to collect funds to support God’s people in Jerusalem. On Sunday, the first day of the week, I want each of you to set aside an amount, as God has blessed you, so the funds will be collected by the time I come. When I get there, I will send those you recommend by your own letters to carry your generous and gracious donation to Jerusalem. If you think it seems appropriate for me to travel with them, then we’ll go together.
Get ready. I will come your way after traveling through Macedonia. For I’m just passing through Macedonia and will probably stay with you through the winter so that you may provide for my next journey (wherever that may be). I want to reconnect with you, not just pass through; if the Lord is willing, I hope to stay awhile. But until Pentecost, I plan to stay in Ephesus because, not only has God opened a significant door here for me to serve, but also there is a lot of opposition against me.
If Timothy comes, see that he is comfortable and untroubled; his work is the Lord’s, as is mine. No one should treat him badly. Send him on to meet me in peace because the brothers and sisters here and I are looking for him. You shouldn’t expect to see our brother Apollos, although I tried to persuade him to come to you with the rest of the brothers and sisters, because now is not the best time for him to come. When it’s his time, he will come.
Listen, stay alert, stand tall in the faith, be courageous, and be strong. Let love prevail in your life, words, and actions.
Finally, brothers and sisters, I call on you to follow your leaders. People like those in the house of Stephanas—you know they were among the first believers in Achaia, and they have devoted their lives to serving God’s people— I urge you to submit to the authority of such leaders, to every coworker, and to those who offer their backs and shoulders for the work. I celebrate the arrival of Stephanas, Fortunatus, and Achaicus, as they have supplied me with what you could not. They have been a breath of fresh air for me as I know they are for you, so respect and honor those like them.
The churches in Asia salute you. Aquila and Prisca send a heartfelt greeting in the Lord along with those who gather at their house. The entire family in faith here sends their greetings. Be sure you greet one another by a holy kiss.
This closing greeting is written by my own hand—Paul’s: May those who have no love for the Lord be cursed. Maranatha, “Our Lord, come!” May the grace of the Lord Jesus be with you. My love to you all in the name of the Anointed One, Jesus. [Amen.]
The Letter of 1st Corinthians, Chapter 16 (The Voice)
Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 51st chapter of the book (scroll) of Isaiah that deals with the fear of man and trusting in our Creator more than this world:
Listen closely, you who diligently work for justice
and look for the Eternal One, for what is fair and true.
It would be good for you to look back, look to the place from where you came,
the rock out of which you were shaped and the quarry from where you were mined.
Look to your spiritual ancestors—
Abraham, your father, and Sarah, who birthed you.
Abraham was only one person when I called him.
But with generous goodness, I made from him a numerous people.
The Eternal One will relieve the troubles and worries of Zion
and bring comfort to the rubble of its destruction.
God will turn deserted places into a flourishing garden like Eden of old;
happy voices will ring out in the Eternal’s garden;
Buoyant music and thanksgiving will fill the air.
Eternal One: Listen closely, you who are Mine; lend an ear, My nation;
for My instruction will go straight out into all the world
And My justice will illuminate all people wherever they are.
My justice is coming closer. My rescue is on the way.
My strong arm will extend justice to the nations.
Distant shores are looking to Me with hope that I will accomplish it.
Don’t worry—look up at the sky and down at the earth.
The sky will disappear like smoke; the earth will wear out like a well-used garment;
Every last thing may perish and dissolve, but My salvation is for all time.
My justice will not end.
Listen to Me, you who already live out what is true and right,
who treasure My instruction within your hearts:
Don’t be afraid of people’s scorn.
Don’t let their dismissive criticism, bitter anger, or hatred get you down.
For they’ll come to nothing; they’ll be eaten up as a moth eats a shirt;
they’ll be consumed as a worm feeds on wool.
But My justice will endure. I will extend My saving action to every generation.
Get up, power of God! Rise up and strengthen Yourself, arm of God.
Get up and do like in the olden days, when You saved Your special people—
Like when You cut Rahab, that dragon-monster of chaos, in two.
And remember when You made the sea dry up
and the waters of the deep retreated for Moses and company;
Then You laid down a road right through for the people You saved to cross over?
It’ll be like that for those the Eternal One ransomed from captivity
to return to Zion, Jerusalem. And they’ll come singing with joy.
Overwhelming, never-ending joy will crown their heads with happiness and delight
while desperation and depression melt away.
Eternal One: I am the One who comforts you and gives you peace.
So why are you afraid of human beings?
The children of men are only grass; they’ll wither and die.
Have you forgotten Me, the One who made you and the whole world,
who stretched out the skies and made sure the earth’s foundations?
Yet you constantly worry about others—how they hate and might harm you.
But their anger counts for nothing.
In an instant, those who cower in fear and trepidation will be free to go in confidence;
they won’t die in chains or suffer from hunger.
Because I, the Eternal, am your God,
I can make the oceans roil with storm and roll with great waves.
They call Me, the Eternal, Commander of heavenly armies.
I have given you My words to speak and protected you with the shadow of My hand.
I am the One who pulled the skies tight and made the earth rock solid.
And I am the same who said to Zion, “You are indeed Mine!”
Get up. Get up, and get moving! Stand up, Jerusalem,
you who have experienced firsthand the punishing anger of God.
You have drunk that terrible cup to the last gritty drop,
and it left you reeling, drunk on distress.
Ah, poor Jerusalem! No one comes to guide her along.
Of all her people, all the ones whom the city nurtured and raised to adulthood,
None take her hand now in her stupor of pain.
Twin disasters have befallen you:
devastation and destruction, famine and war.
Who can relieve your anguish and pain?
Who is left to provide comfort?
Her people are lying around on every corner,
weary and faint, like an antelope trapped in a net.
Each is overcome with the Eternal’s anger; each suffers His rebuke.
But now, listen! Listen, you who are miserable,
you who are intoxicated, but not on wine.
The Lord, your God, the Eternal, who pleads for His people, has this to say:
Eternal One: Look! I have taken away the cup that left you reeling—the cup of My anger—
and sobered you up; I will never make you drink it again.
And I will give that drink to those who abused and oppressed you—
who ordered you, “Get down so we can walk all over you.”
And your backs became the ground they walked on, the streets they passed by.
The Book (Scroll) of Isaiah, Chapter 51 (The Voice)
A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Thursday, july 29 of 2021 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms
A post by John Parsons about True fear:
From our Torah portion this week (i.e., parashat Eikev) we read: "And now, Israel, what does the LORD your God require of you, but to fear the LORD your God, to walk in all his ways, to love him, to serve the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul, and to keep the commandments and statutes of the LORD, which I am commanding you today for your good?” (Deut. 10:12-13). Ultimately we must make the choice whether we will respect life or not, since that is the question set before us... In this present world, God "hides" so that people may seek him (Isa. 45:15; Matt. 13:10-15). The voice of conscience may be suppressed and the revelation of nature ignored; moreover, some things are perceived only if they are looked for in the right way, for instance, the Divine Presence is not apprehended apart from humility and reverence. We must "make room" for wonder; we must open the "eye of the heart" to see what is greater than our everyday vision. "It is good to look at the sky often, as this helps develop the awe of God." Indeed the word for fear, yirah (יִרְאָה), is connected with the word for seeing, ra'ah (רָאָה). When we really see life as it is, we will be filled with wonder over the glory of it all. Every bush will be aflame with the Presence of God and the ground we walk upon shall suddenly be perceived as holy (Exod. 3:2-5). Nothing will seem small, trivial, or insignificant. In this sense, "fear and trembling" (φόβοv καὶ τρόμοv) before the LORD is a description of the inner awareness of the sanctity and eternal significance of life itself (Psalm 2:11, Phil. 2:12).
Connecting with God is paradoxical. We find verses that teach both the fear of the Lord (i.e., his power), and others that teach the amazing love of the Lord (i.e., his grace). We are drawn to God in adoration, appreciation, wonder, and love, and yet we are compelled to shrink back because of His overwhelming power, glory, holiness, and radiance. Therefore we see “the disciple whom Jesus loved” both leaning on his chest but also falling on his face in "dreadful adoration" (John 13:23; Rev. 1:17). Only when these heart attitudes are combined is the heart balanced. But the fear of the Lord is primary (see Psalm 110:10; Prov. 1:7, 9:10), and when we walk in it, we are released from the common fears of men by apprehending a far surpassing power that overrules all things. Again, it is a paradox: if we fear lesser things we lose sight of the awe of God; but if we first revere God, we will lose sight of lesser fears.
In Jewish tradition, seeing the Presence of God in all things is called "yirat ha-rommemnut "(יִרְאַת הָרוֹמְמוּת), or the “Awe of the Exalted.” We might get a sense of this reverential awe when we behold the canopy of stars in the night sky, or when we look down from atop a mountain peak, or when we catch site of a spectacular sunset. Or we might experience it during the birth of a baby or the death of a loved one... This sense of awe or “transcendent mystery” is also called "yirat Adonai" (יִרְאַת יְהוָה), the “fear of the Name.” It presents a holy hush, a feeling that you are standing before something utterly wonderful, sacred, set apart, mysterious, and profoundly significant; it both attracts yet causes you to draw back... [Hebrew for Christians]
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and another about connection:
The late Henri Nouwen said that there are two great fears (or wounds) that we all face. The first is the fear that we were not wanted at the time of our birth into this world, and the second is that we will not be wanted at the time of our death. "Not being welcome is your greatest fear. It connects with your birth fear, your fear of not being welcome in this life, and your death fear, your fear of not being welcome in the life after this. It is the deep-seated fear that it would have been better if you had not lived" (Inner Voice of Love). If you carry a wound of abandonment within your heart - if you live in dread over your worth as a human being, seriously wondering whether it would have been better had you never been born, then you know the taste of hell itself - the emotional prison of feeling lost, defective, rejected, shameful - unable to love or to be loved...
Is not the lament of the lonely heart to find a sense of welcome, or acceptance, or peace within? Is it not the heart's cry for connection? Yet even the very gospel message cannot make traction within a heart lost to its own shame... Therefore the miracle of salvation is profoundly connected with faith that you are loved and lovable - despite yourself - and that this love derives from the core of all that truly exists. Is this not "home" in the spiritual sense? Is this not "Zion, the perfection of holiness?" That God prepares a table for you in the presence of your enemies, yea, those enemies of self-rejection, abandonment, fear, and shame? And that there - in the midst of your lost and forlorn condition you are found, treasured, and celebrated? Is not that "place" God's very heart - Jesus dying upon the cross, gasping for each breath - knowing everything about you and loving you anyway?
In our Torah reading this week (Eikev), Moses asks us to soften our hearts by remembering that we are beloved of God (Deut. 10:12-16). He reminds us that the though Lord is "the God of gods" (אֱלהֵי הָאֱלהִים) - the power that transcends the gods of our idolatry (i.e., our fears, our disordered attachments, our shame), and the "Lord of lords" (אֲדנֵי הָאֲדנִים) - the Center and Authority of what is most real, he nevertheless cares for the lowly orphan and the grieving widow - he reaches out to the needy and the abandoned - and he desires to console the “stranger,” the one shattered of heart, who has no sense of belonging, no pride of tribe, nor place to lay his head (see Deut. 10:17-18). God cares about those who are lost, hurting, and alone: He came to seek and to save such from their despair...
But how does God reach the bound soul that walks alone among the tombs, cutting himself in his torment? (Mark 5:5). How can he heal the deep trauma, the disassociated and broken of heart? How else but by the miracle of his intervention, quickening an otherwise numb and dead heart to come alive, to breathe in hope, and to begin to believe that - despite everything that has happened - he was wanted all along, from the very beginning, and that the wound of his sorrow was given so that he could find out who he really is and where he really belongs... The wound you were given is part of your story, and healing comes from accepting God's love for you -- and understanding how he goes through the wound with you and for you...
Life in this fallen world is likened to a vapor or a passing shadow (Psalm 144:4). Nothing abides; good things here never last; and we labor under the unmentionable anxiety that death will separate us from everyone and everything we love. However, death is not the end for the us, for "love is stronger than death, passion fiercer than the grave; its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the LORD" (Song 8:6).
"What will death be like?" they asked the Master. "It will be as if a veil is ripped apart and you will say in wonder, "So it was *you* all along!" (De Mello). Death is a most poignant homecoming, a place of joyful welcome, wherein all shall be well for ever. The righteous have an everlasting foundation in the faithful heart of God. Faith in the LORD believes that a single supreme, all-knowing, all-powerful and benevolent spiritual Power directs all things, and that Messiah is the beginning, middle, and end of all conscious meaning, truth, and substance, as it is written: כִּי הַכּל מִיָּדוֹ הַכּל בּוֹ וְהַכּל לוֹ הוּא, “For from him and through him and to him are all things” (Rom. 11:36). A life of faith in the one true God imparts the blessing of shalom (inner peace) and assures the heart that all shall be made well by the love of God. So then, "if we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord. So then, whether we live or whether we die, we belong to the Lord" (Rom. 14:8). For the believer in Messiah, death does not define us, and indeed, we trust that God will attend to us in the moment of our utmost extremity (John 5:24; 11:25-26). If we desire eternal life with all our hearts and remember our end before the Lord, we will be free of the fear of death. Amen v’amen. [Hebrew for Christians]
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Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research
July 29, 2021
From Prayer to Praise
“Blessed be the LORD, because he hath heard the voice of my supplications. The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.” (Psalm 28:6-7)
The story of David facing fears of surrounding enemies and impending death seems to be on repeat in the Psalms. But before we allow it to become redundant, consider your own life. How often do you face trials that strain your heart with fear, worry, and doubt? Perhaps David’s life isn’t too far from your own, just with fewer spears and battle cries.
In today’s psalm, David spends the first portion crying out to the Lord for help. But for our encouragement and edification, pay special attention to the close of this installment of Scripture. David goes from heart-wrenching prayer to heartfelt praise!
Consider practicing praise throughout your daily prayer pattern. Here are several reasons why you should bless the Lord.
He hears your prayers (Psalm 66:17-20; Matthew 21:22; 1 John 5:14-15).
He is your strength (Exodus 15:2; Isaiah 40:29; Philippians 4:13).
He is your shield (Psalm 18:2; 33:20; Proverbs 30:5).
He is trustworthy (Psalm 9:10; 56:3; Proverbs 3:5-6; Jeremiah 17:7).
He is your helper (Psalm 54:4; Isaiah 41:10; Hebrews 13:6).
He gives you reason to rejoice (Isaiah 61:10; Romans 15:13; Philippians 4:4).
He is worthy of praise and worship (2 Samuel 22:4; Psalm 96:4; Revelation 4:11).
Join your heart today with the psalmist. Rejoice greatly and sing praises to the Lord! MH
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Diabolik lovers Lost Eden: Reiji Sakamaki [Dark epilogue] ~translation|traducción~
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[DARK 10]
Thanks to @madamemalfoy21 for having helped me with this translation :3
Place: Sakamaki House - Living room.
Ayato: Ahhg-... ... ... ... hey, Subaru! Subaru: Ah? Ayato: Cook something Subaru: HAA!? Ayato: It can't be help it, I want to eat something! ... ...and there is no one who can cook here Raito: That's right. So, I'll leave it up to you Subaru-kun~ Subaru: DON'T JOKE WITH ME! Rather, this happened because Ayato keeping calling Reiji an incompetent, right! Kanato: That's right. Ayato: Tch, but if you also said it. ... ...Ahhh, even if sre those sweets, it doesn’t matter, give them to me!
*Ayato takes Kanato's sweets*
Kanato: Ah! You are terrible... ... Give them back! Ayato: Noo Shu: ... ... ... ...*Sighs*
*blackout*
Raito: Eh... ...? Subaru: What? A blackout? Shu: Who knows Kanato: Hurry up... ... someone do something about it. Ayato: You do something! Raito: Ahh, geez. It can't be helped, the person who loses at rock, paper or scissors is the one who will check, okay? Ayato: Ahh? Raito: Come on, come on. If you don't choose you lose, you know~? Rock- paper- scissors-
*Raito loses*
Raito: Ehh~, no way... ... Ayato: You were the one who said to play and ended up losing, you deserved it! Shu: ... ...Then go there. The breaker is in the basement. Raito: Eh~, I don't want to go to the basement. Ah~ah, maybe I'll go to play somewhere Kanato: ... ...Raito? Raito: Fine, fine. I just have to go there, right?
*Raito goes*
*... ...*
*Clock ticking sound*
Ayato: ... ... ... ... Kanato: ... ... ... ... Shu: ... ... ... ... ... Subaru: ... ... ... ...He's taking his time. He won't have really escaped, would he? Ayato: If that's what you think go to check Shu: Yeah Kanato: Exactly Subaru: Why would I have to... ... tch
*Subaru goes*
*... ...*
Kanato: ... ...He's taking too long, HE'S TAKING TOO LONG! Ayato, go and check Ayato: Don't be a pain! Why should Ore-sama go there Kanato: Then you will go, Shu Shu: *zzz* .... ... ... ... Ayato: Heheh, bad luck. At the end you'll have to go-- Kanato: Hurry up and go Ayato: Ahh? Don't joke with me! Kanato: SILENCE! HURRY UP AND GO ALREADY. If you don't go, I'll be bothering you all the time. Ayato: HAA!? Damn it, I just have to go, right. There, I’m going! Kanato: ... ...I'll go keep an eye on him so he won't escape Shu: ... ... ... ...
*... ...*
Ayato: Geez... ... if you were going to follow me then you should have come alone from the start! Kanato: I just came to supervise you. So hurry up and find them Ayato: Shut up!
*... ...*
Place: Underground.
Ayato: Nn? There is light here. Wait, why do I have a weird feeling... ...- ?? Ghoul man A: ... ... Ghoul man B: !!
*They lock Kanato and Ayato up*
Ayato: Woh? Kanato: ... ...!
Place: Sakamaki house - Dungeon.
???: Uwa~ there was no reaction. Well, with this I've already caught 4~ Raito: Ah~ah, as I thought, it was useless Subaru: Tch... ... don't let them catch you! Ayato: Don't be annoying! And besides, who the hell are you!? ???: Ahaha. Do you know? Ayato: Of course!... ... And by the way, this smell... ... Are you a vampire? Kino: It's correct. I'm Kino. And I'm a real vampire. Raito: ... ...So, such a things like making ghouls obey you, you really have strange tastes. Kanato: Ghouls... ... ahh,this terrible smell was because of them, huh Kanato: Besides... ... What do you plan to do by locking us down in this place? Kino: Mmm? Ehh, let's see... ... --- Oh, if possible I'll speak after everyone is together here.
*Shu arrives*
Shu: What are you doing? Kino: Just as you can see, I locked up all your brothers in a cell:D Ayato: Shu! Hurry up and hit that guy! Shu: ... ...How annoying. What about you come out and do it? Subaru: Haa? And you're the eldest brother!? If I could go out I would have done it already! Shu: Haa... ... That has nothing to do with me. Since I'm not the head of the family Kino: Ahaha, then obediently let yourself be caged in this cell with a special magic seal... ... alright! *Pushes him* Shu: ... ... Ayato: Damn it, what are you doing? Subaru: Tch... ... Raito: Haa... ... and so? What did you come to do? Raito: You would have investigated so I guess you know Reiji isn't here, right? Kino: So it seems. I know it. I knew it even before I locked all of you here Ayato: Could it be... ... are you the intruder from before? Raito: And so, what did you come to do? Will you use us for something? Kino: Mmm, let's see. Depending on the circumstances, I was thinking of killing you all. Ayato: Haa? What are you saying? Subaru: ... ...I don't know much but you won't kill me that easily Kino: Mmmm, It certainly seems problematic to do so. And besides, I couldn't bear it. After all... ... you are my brothers Kanato: ... ...Brothers? Kino: ... ...I'm the secret son of KarlHeinz Raito: ... ...Haa? o.o Subaru: Bastard, don't say nonsense! Kino: Haha, Well, it's okay if you don't believe me. Shu: ... ...Since you don't get any benefit from us believing you Kino: Ha, It could be so. Well, they will know later, for now I don't care what they think Raito: Haa... ... Hey, I don't want to be here, so couldn't you hurry and get me out of here? Kino: Then would you obediently let me catch you? Subaru: Of course not Kino: Then nope. I won't let you out Subaru: Tch, then it will by force... ... Ha!
Subaru tries to hit the cell's bars*
Subaru: ?? It doesn't even move... ... Kino: Of course not. You must have something bad to need such a strong cell in your mansion. Kino: I must be grateful to Father for that. ... ...Well, I leave it to you to watch them Ghoul A: Understood. Ghoul B: Leave it to us.
*Kino leaves*
Ayato: Damn it! Wait!
*... ...*
Place: Laboratory.
Reiji: ... ... ... ... Reiji: (Investigations on vampires, distribution map of demons, history of the Demon World... ...) Reiji: (Looks like it is not the information I am looking for... ...) Reiji: (Apparently father had no concerns about his power) Reiji: *Sighs* ... .. ... .. Reiji: (For now I will return to my room to continue reading the documents)
*... ...*
Place: Eden - Garden.
Yui: (I have to get this to Reiji before it gets cold...but I have to be careful so that it won’t spill. Good.) Reiji: Oh, What is it? Yui: Ah, I brought tea. I was thinking of bringing it to your laboratory... ... Reiji: Thank you for that. Actually, I was just returning to my room. Yui: I see. Reiji: If... ...If you would like, you may accompany me. Yes? Yui: Yes! Reiji: In that case, it would be dangerous for you to carry that teacup, so I will carry it instead. Yui: Then, in exchange, I’ll carry your book Reiji: Yes. Yui: (This book is heavier than I expected it to be...it could be dangerous if I only carry it in one hand--) Reiji: Careful!
*Tea spills over Yui*
Yui: It burns... ... Reiji: Haa...honestly, you should have said from the beginning that you couldn’t carry it…. Yui: I’m sorry…. Reiji: I will leave the punishment for later. As of now, we need to cool your hand….Follow me.
*... ...*
Yui:: (To think there was a fountain in a place like this...) Reiji: It’s somewhat dried up, but there still is some water that comes out. So then, put your hand there. Yui: Yes... Yui: ... ...It’s cold and it feels good. Reiji: Actually, in the past, it used to be a rather suitable fountain, with lots of water. But perhaps now it cannot properly cool your injury. Yui: No, it’s fine. If I stay here then surely...
*Reiji gets closer*
Reiji: ... ...Yui, give me your hand. Show me properly. Yui: Eh... ...? Reiji: *Licks* ... ... Yui: *Blushes* ... ...? Reiji: This is the curing ability of a vampire... It is the only thing I can do for now. Yui: (The place where he licked is becoming needlessly hot…!) Yui: (But, it seems like the pain has subsided) Yui: Thank you very much. Mmm...thanks to you, now I’m fine. Reiji: So I see. In that case...let us take our time leisurely.
*CG*
Yui: Even though you’ve warned me numerous times before, I’m sorry for causing trouble like always.. Reiji: No. ... ...As long as you are by my side, then it’s fine. Yui: Yes... ... Yui: (Uhh, I’m really happy but I’m so embarrassed... ...!) Reiji: ... ... ... ... Reiji: Close your eyes Yui: Eh... ...
*CG changues*
Reiji: *Kiss* Nn... ... Yui: ... ... Yui: (What should I do, my heart is racing so much he’ll be able to hear it pounding) Yui: (But at the same time...it feels so comfortinge) Yui: (... ...Just for now I will forget everything)
*CG fades*
Reiji: ... ... ... ...!? Yui: ... ...? Reiji: Something like that...don’t tell me…. Yui: What is it, Reiji-san? Reiji: No, nothing... ... forgive me. I’ve just remembered something, excuse me. Yui: Eh?
*Reiji leaves*
Yui: (What could have happened...Maybe someone saw us?)
*Yui looks around*
Yui: (... ...There is no one) Yui: (Then, what on the ground... ...) Yui: Ah! Yui: (Tea spilled on Reiji-san’s book! Why hadn’t I noticed before) Yui: (This is a book from his lab, right? It seems important, I should hurry and return it)
*... ...*
Place: Edén - Hall.
Reiji: (Why... ... did this have to happen... ...)
*Flashback*
Reiji: (At the moment that I left after kissing her...the plants I saw behind her, were reduced to the point of smoke) Reiji: (It was not a mistake. Rather than saying they withered, it is more precise to say that they were destroyed)
*end*
Reiji: (This Eden responds to my power. In other words, it signifies destruction) Reiji: (In this moment, what was I thinking…?)
*Remember* *CG* *Fades*
Reiji: [I was thinking] That I... love her... Reiji: (What that means...it can’t be...) Reiji: ... ... ... ...Surely I’m overthinking it. Something as ridiculous as that.... Reiji: (Can I say with confidence that it was not the case?) Reiji: ... ... ... ...
*Family arrives*
Reiji: ... ..A letter addressed to me? The sender is a Vibora... Reiji: From the looks of it they’re starting a movement.
~End~
For those who didn’t understand. Eden reacts to Reiji’s feelings/power. When he kissed her, he thought of love, which made her and Eden react in a way that burned the plants.
ESPAÑOL
Lugar: Casa Sakamaki - Living.
Ayato: Ahh-... ... ... ... oí, Subaru! Subaru: ¿Ah? Ayato: Cocina algo Subaru: ¿¡HAA!? Ayato: No lo puedo evitar, me dio ganas de comer algo! ... ...Y no hay nadie que cocine aquí Raito: Es cierto. En ese caso, te lo encargo Subaru-kun~ Subaru: NO ME JODAN! Más bien esto pasó porque Ayato se la pasaba llamandolo a Reiji un incopetent, verdad! Kanato: Es verdad Ayato: Ch, pero si tú también se lo dijiste. ... ...Ahhh, no importa aunque sean esos dulces, damelos!
*Ayato le quita los dulces a Kanato*
Kanato: Ah! Que cruel eres... ...¡Devuelvemelos! Ayato: Naaah Shu: ... ... ... ...*Suspira*
*La luz se va*
Raito: Eh... ...? Subaru: ¿Que? ¿Un apagón? Shu: Quien sabe Kanato: Rápido... ... que alguien haga algo al respecto Ayato: Has algo tú! Raito: Ahh, caray. No queda de otra, la persona en piedra, papel o tijera es la persona que va a revisar, ¿bien? Ayato: ¿Ahh? Raito: Vamos, vamos. Si no eligues pierdes, ¿saben~? Pierda- papel- o tijera-
*Raito pierde*
Raito: Ehh~, pero... ... Ayato: Fuiste el que dijo que jugara y teminaste perdiendo, ten tu merecido! Shu: ... ...En ese caso ve. El disyuntor esta en el subterraneo[sótano?] Raito: Eh~, no quiero ir al sótano. Ah~ah, tal vez me vaya a jugar a algún lugar Kanato: ... ...Raito? Raito: Bueno, bueno. Sólo debo ir, ¿verdad?
*Raito se va*
*... ...*
*Aguja del reloj*
Ayato: ... ... ... ... Kanato: ... ... ... ... Shu: ... ... ... ... ... Subaru: ... ... ... ...Esta tardando. No habrá escapado de verdad, ¿o si? Ayato: Si eso es lo que crees encontes ve a revisar Shu: Ajá Kanato: Exacto Subaru: Por qué yo tendría que... ... ch
*Subaru se va*
*... ...*
Kanato: ... ...Esta tardando, ESTA TARDANDO DEMASIADO! Ayato, ve a revisar Ayato: No seas molesto! Por qué Ore-sama tendría que ir allí Kanato: Entonces ve tú, Shu Shu: *durmiendo* .... ... ... ... Ayato: Heheh, que pena. Al final tendrás que ir tú-- Kanato: Ya date prisa y ve Ayato: ¿Ahh? No bromees! Kanato: ¡CÁLLATE! YA DATE PRISA Y VE. Si no lo haces estaré todo el rato molestandote Ayato: ¿¡HAA!? Maldición, sólo tengo que ir, verdad. Ahí voy! Kanato: ... ...Iré a vigilarlo para que no se escape [AL FINAL SOLO QUERIA QUE LO ACOMPAÑARA O QUE JAJAJAA] Shu: ... ... ... ...
*... ...*
Ayato: CAray... ... si me ibas a seguir entonces desde el principio deberías haber venido tú solo! Kanato: Sólo vine a supervisarte. Así que date prisa y encuentra a aquellos dos Ayato: No seas molesto!
*... ...*
Lugar: Canal subterráneo.
Ayato: Nn? Aquí hay luz. Espera, tengo una sensación rara... ...-?? Hombre ghoul A: ... ... Hombre ghoul B: !!
*Encierran a KAnato y Ayato*
Ayato: Woh? Kanato: ... ...!
Lugar: Calabozo Sakamaki.
???: Uwa~ no hubo reacción. Pero con esto ya atrapé 4~ Raito: Ah~ah, fue inútil Subaru: Ch... ... no dejen que los atrapen! Ayato: No seas molesto! Y ademas, quien demonios eres tú!? ???: Ahaha. ¿Quieres saber? Ayato: ¡Por supuesto que si! ... ...Y por cierto, este olor... ... Acaso eres vampiro? Kino: Correcto. Yo soy Kino. Soy un auténtico vampiro. Raito: ... ...Por lo que, algo como hacer que los ghouls te obedezcan, si que tienes gustos extraños. Kanato: Ghouls... ... ahh, este terrible olor era por culpa de ellos, eh Kanato: Y además... ... qué es lo que planean encerrandonos en este lugar? Kino: Mmm? Ehh, veamos... ... --- Oh, de ser posible voy a hablar después de que todos estén reunidos.
*Shu llega*
Shu: ¿Qué estas haciendo? Kino: Justo como puedes ver, encerré a todos tus hermanos en una celda:D Ayato: Shu! Date prisa y acaba con ese tipo! Shu: ... ...Que molestia. Que tal si sales y lo haces tú? Subaru: ¿Haa? Y así te haces llamar el hermano más grande!? Si pudiera salir ya lo hubiera hecho! Shu: Haa... ... eso no tiene nada que ver conmigo. Ya que yo no soy la cabeza de la familia Kino: Ahaha, entonces obedientemente déjate enjaular en esta celda con un sello especial de magia... ... bien! *Lo empuja* Shu: ... ... Ayato: Maldición, que es lo que haces? Subaru: Ch... ... Raito: Haa... ... y entonces? Qué es lo que viniste a hacer? Raito: Habrás investigado mucho así que supongo que ya sabes que Reiji no esta aquí, ¿verdad? Kino: Así parece. Lo sé. Lo sabía incluso antes de encerrarlos aquí Ayato: Podría ser... ... que tú eres el intruso de aquella vez? Raito: Y, qué viniste a hacer? ... ...Nos usarás para algo? Kino: Mmm, veamos. Dependiendo de las circunstancias... ... estaba pensando en matarlos Ayato: ¿Haa? ¿Qué estas diciendo? Subaru: ... ...No sé mucho pero no me matarás así de fácil Kino: Mmmm, ciertamente parece problematico hacerlo. ... ...Y además, no lo soportaría. Después de todo... ... son mis hermanos Kanato: ... ...Hermanos? Kino: ... ...Yo soy el hijo secreto de KarlHeinz Raito: ... ...Haa? o.o Subaru: Bastardo, no digas cosas sin sentido! Kino: Haha, bueno, esta bien si no me creen. Shu: ... ...Ya que no obtienes ningún beneficio de que nosotros te creyamos Kino: Ha, podría ser así. Bueno, lo irán sabiendo después, por ahora no me importa lo que piensen Raito: Haa... ... oye, no quiero estar aquí, así que no te darías prisa y me sacarías de aquí? Kino: Entonces obedientemente dejarías que te atrape? Subaru: Por supuesto que no Kino: Entonces nop. No te dejaré salir Subaru: Ch, entonces aunque sea a la fuerza... ... Ha!
Subaru intenta roper las barras*
Subaru: ?? Ni siquiera se mueve... ... Kino: Por supuesto que no. Ustedes deben tener algo malo para tener una celda tan fuerte dentro de su mansión. Kino: Debo estar agradecido con padre por eso. ... ...Bien, les encargo que los observen Hombre ghoul A: Entendido. Hombre ghoul B: Dejelo a nosotros.
*Kino se va*
Ayato: Maldición! Espera!
*... ...*
Lugar: Laboratorio.
Reiji: ... ... ... ... Reiji: (Investigaciones sobre vampiros, mapa de distribución de demonios, historia del Mundo Demoniaco... ...) Reiji: (Parece que no esta la infomación que estoy buscando... ...) Reiji: (Al parecer padre no tenía preocupaciones por su poder) Reiji: *Suspira* ... .. ... ...
*Tira el libro alv*
Reiji: {Por ahora volveré a mi habitación y seguiré leyendo los documentos)
*... ...*
Lugar: Edén - Jardín.
Yui: (Tengo que llevarselo a Reiji-san antes de que se enfrie... ... pero, tengo que tener cuidado para que no se derrame. Bien) Reiji: Oh, ¿qué sucede? Yui: Ah, traje té. Estaba pensando en llevartelo al laboratorio... ... Reiji: Muchas gracias por eso. Sin embargo, estaba regresando a mi habitación Yui: Ya veo Reiji: Si. ... ...Si quieres, también puedes venir conmigo, ¿bien? Yui: Si! Reiji: En ese caso, es peligroso que lleves ese juego de té, así que lo llevaré yo Yui: Entonces a cambio de eso yo llevaré tu libro [Ya estoy viendo el desastre] Reiji[: Si) Yui: (Este libro es más pesado de lo que pensé... ... podría ser peligroso sostenerlo con una sola mano--) Reiji: ! Cuidado!
*El té se derrama sobre Yui*
Yui: Quema... ... Reiji: Haa... ... caray, tendrías que haber dicho desde el principio que no podías llevarlo... ... Yui: Lo siento... ... Reiji: Dejaré el regaño para más tarde, por ahora tenemos que enfriar tu mano. ... ...Sigueme
*... ...*
Yui:: (Con que había una fuerte en un lugar como este... ...) Reiji: Esta algo seca, pero aún sigue saliendo agua de ella. Bien, por tu mano allí Yui: Si... ... Yui: ... ...Es fría y se siente bien Reiji: Sin embargo, en el pasado solía ser una fuerte muy amplia... ... Tal vez no pueda enfríar bien la parte afectada Yui: No, esta bien. Si permanesco así seguramente... ...
*Reiji se acerca*
Reiji: ... ...Yui, dame tu mano. Muestramela adecuadamente Yui: Eh... ...? Reiji: *Lame* ... ... Yui: *Se sonroja* ... ...? Reiji: Reiji: Es la capacidad de curar de un vampiro... ... Esto es lo único que puedo hacer yo por ahora. Yui: (El lugar donde lamió se esta poniendo innecesariamente caliente... ...!) Yui: (Pero, parece que el dolor desapareció) Yui: Muchas gracias. Mmm... ... gracias a ti ya estoy bien Reiji: Ya veo. En ese caso... ... bajemos nuestras cadenas y parecemos el tiempo lentamentamente
*CG*
Yui: Aunque me has advertido un montón de veces, lo siento por causar molestias como siempre. Reiji: No. ... ...Mientras permanezcas a mi lado, eso esta bien. Yui: Si... ... Yui: (Uhh, estoy muy feliz pero a la vez estoy muy avergonzada... ...!) Reiji: ... ... ... ... Reiji: Cierra los ojos Yui: Eh... ...
*CG cambia*
Reiji: *Beso* Nn... ... Yui: ... ... Yui: (Qué debería hacer, mi corazón esta tan acelerado que podrían escucharse los latidos) Yui: (Pero, al mismo tiempo... ... se siente muy recomfortante) Yui: (... ...Sólo por ahora me olvidaré de todo)
*CG desvanece*
Reiji: ... ... ... ...!? Yui: ... ...? Reiji: Algo así... ... no de digas que... ... Yui: ¿Qué sucede, Reiji-san? Reiji: No, nada... ... lo siento. Acabo de recordar un asunto, disculpame Yui: Eh?
*Reiji se va*
Yui: (Qué habrá pasado. ... ..¿Tal vez alguien nos vio?)
*Yui mira alrededor*
Yui: (... ...No hay nadie) Yui: (Entonces, qué en la tierra... ...) Yui: Ah! Yui: (Cayó té en el libro de Reiji-san! Por qué no me habré dado cuenta) Yui: (Este es un libro del laboratoria, ¿verdad? Parece importante, tengo que darme prisa y devolverlo)
*... ...*
Lugar: Edén - Hall.
Reiji: (Por qué... ... habrá pasado aquello... ...)
*Flashback*
Reiji: (En el momento que me alejé después de besarla... ... las plantas que vi detras de ella, se reditieron hasta volverse humo) Reiji: (No es un error. En lugar de decir que se marchitó, queda más adecuado decir que fue destruida)
*Fin
Reiji: (Este Edén responde a mi poder. En otras palabras eso significa destrucción) Reiji: (En ese momento yo qué es lo que estaba pensando... ...?)
*Recuerda* *CG* *Desvanece*
Reiji: [Estaba pensando] En que yo... ... la amo... ... Reiji: (Lo que significa... no puede ser... ...) Reiji: ... ... ... ...Seguramente lo estoy pensando demasiado. Algo tan ridiculo como eso... ... Reiji: (Puedo decir con certesa que no fue así?) Reiji: ... ... ... ...
*Familia llega*
Reiji: ... ..Una carta dirigida a mí? El remitente es viene de Víbora... ... Reiji: Al parecer hicieron un movimiento
~Fin~ 
Para las que no entendieron. El Edén reacciona al poder/sentimientos de Reiji. Al besarla su mente pensó en el sentimiento de amor hacía ella y el Edén reaccionó quemando las plantas.
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Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate - Sakamaki Laito - Maniac Epilogue
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Hi! ^^
Finally done with this chapter. It was so long and painful to translate, poor Laito ;_;
If you spot any mistakes, please let me know, so I can correct them. Thanks! ;D
And please don’t repost!
Enjoy! ^^
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Place: Entrance Hall
Yui: (This is Eden, place where Karlheinz-san lives...) Laito: Nfu. I can't see him anywhere... well, I guess it's normal. Laito: We don't have any choice but to wait. Oh my, my. Yui: You are not going to look for him? Laito: I can't look for him. No, to be precise, it's no use looking for him... I guess? Yui: ...? What do you mean? Laito: Hmm... How should I explain it... it's quite difficult... Well, you will understand soon. Laito: I didn't think I will suddenly come here and will be able to see him right away. Laito: That person knows everything. He even knows the reason why I'm here. Yui: Eh...?! Laito: That person is like a god. He can foresight everything, but doesn't show himself. Laito: He perfectly knows that it isn't the right time for me to come here. Yui: W-What does it mean...? Laito: He can see the future. But it doesn't mean he can fight against things that are supposed to happen. Laito: For example, if he is in a river... and there is a big obstacle really far away... Laito: He can see a whole river, so he knows about that obstacle. Laito: However, he can't stop the river or won't try to stop himself. Laito: -Is it easier to understand if I explain it like it...? Nfu. Yui: Yes, I guess I understand it more or less. Yui: (Karlheinz-san knows that Laito-kun would come here and knows the reason why.) Yui: (But it's not the right time for them to meet, so Karlheinz-san won't show himself.) Yui: (...If he can do something like this, I wonder what kind of person he is?) Laito: That's our situation. So let's enjoy our life here for a while. Laito: When the time comes, this person should come out. Yui: Okay... Yui: (...Somehow it makes me a little nervous and disappointed, since we came here after all.) Yui: (So it feels strange to just enjoy ourselves here.) Yui: (After all Laito-kun came here to kill the master of this castle...) Yui: (For someone as small as me... it looks like everything in Demons’ World happens because of something really hard to understand.) Laito: Hey, Bitch-chan. I want to show you a nice place. Yui: A nice place...? Laito: You'll understand when we get there. Nfu. Laito: Come, this way. Yui: Okay.
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Place: Flower garden
Yui: Ah... So beautiful...! Laito: Told ya. Yui: ...What's the name of these flowers? Laito: Hmm, name, huh? I've never thought about it. Yui: I see... Yui: (I've never seen such flowers...) Yui: (When exposed to light, petals appear in various colors. So pretty...) Yui: Do these flowers bloom only here? Laito: That's right. These flowers bloom only here, in Eden. Yui: I see... Laito: -These flowers, you know, they're eternal. Yui: Eh? Laito: Nfu. They're just like we. They won't wither unless damaged by some unnatural power. Yui: Won't... wither? These flowers...? Laito: After all, organisms that live forever like we do exist... Laito: It's not strange that there are plants like this. Yui: I see. You're right... Laito: It would be nice... if people were like that too. Yui: ...Laito-kun... Laito: If it was possible to make you live forever like that flower, I wouldn't have to think about strange things. Yui: It... may be a strange thing to say, but... Can't I become a vampire? Laito: -It was impossible. Yui: Eh? Laito: I've already thought about making you one of my kind long time ago. Laito: But for some reason, it was impossible. Normally... humans change into vampires after their blood is sucked. Laito: We call it awakening, but... Laito: For some reason, you didn't awaken. Maybe it's because of your heart... Or maybe there is a different reason... Yui: I... see... Yui: (My heart was transferred from Cordelia...) Yui: (That's why I thought it wouldn't be strange if I became a vampire, but it looks like there is another reason...) Laito: Bitch-chan, are you angry? Yui: Eh...? Why? Laito: Because I tried to turn you into a vampire without even asking you. Yui: No. I'm happy you thought about me so much. Yui: And, rather, I- Laito: Nfu. Wanted to become like me? Yui: That's because that way I would be able to spend more time with you. Yui: Is it strange...? Laito: It's strange. More like, don't you think too much about the fact that you don't want to die~? Yui: I wonder... Laito: After all, humans and vampires just keep wanting from each other things they can't have. Laito: Being able to just die naturally is a wonderful thing... Yui: For Laito-kun and the others it's like this, right... I'm sorry, I... Laito: You don't have to apologize. In the first place, I was the one who tried to give you a body that can't naturally die. Laito: I should be the one to apologize.... Hehe. Laito: Okay, let's go back. Yui: Yes...
Cordelia: ...! Why... WHY?! Why isn't he coming?! Cordelia: That person... Karl said that he will come today... He broke our promise! I won't forgive him! Cordelia: Who does he think I am... I'm... The daughter of the Demon's King Burai...! Cordelia: Everyone goes crazy wanting me so badly... So why Karl is...! Laito: (...She is hysteric again. It's only tiring, so she should just stop.) Laito: (There is nothing to be so mad about.) Laito: (First of all, it's normal. That man always acts like this.) Cordelia: Oooh! I won't forgive him...! Laito: Hey, don't be so angry, just calm down... Cordelia: How can I be calm?! Ah, jeez... I'm so irritated... Laito: Nfu. But you have me. Just forget about him. Cordelia: ...What? Laito: ..."What?" That was cruel... Cordelia: I have you? So what? Laito: So what? ...I want to say, that I can take his place...
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Cordelia: Don't be so conceited. You're not Karlheinz. Cordelia: Don't misunderstand. You can't replace him. Laito: ... Cordelia: -Ah... Oh, Karl... How can you make me wait like this... It's really unforgivable... Cordelia: Even though I love you so much. Laito: ... Laito: (Then, what am I for you...?) Laito: (If not a replacement, then what?! What... am I?!!!)
Monologue
-For me, her words became a deadly weapon.
My chest was stabbed deeply, so deeply. Realizing my foolishness, I only wanted to behead myself right away.
I misunderstood.
I thought that she wanted me because I was his imitation and replacement.
But the truth was different. I was only a vent.
I only played a role of a trash... for her love which didn't have place to go.
When I think about it now, I was foolish.
Even if distorted, I thought that there existed a thing that could be called love.
I believed it and I wanted to believe it.
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Laito: ....!!! Laito: Haa... ha... a... dream? Laito: (What, that was only a dream... but it was a really realistic nightmare...) Laito: (This place... it's probably because I stay in Eden...) Laito: (It's his territory... It's easy for him to manipulate dreams...) Laito: Damn it...! Yui: Nn... Laito: Oh...! Laito: (Oh, right, she is with me.) Laito: ... Yui: ... Laito: (I'm glad, she is sound asleep...) Yui: ... Laito: (...Such a thin neck, I could break it with one hand...) Laito: (Her frail, delicate... neck.) Laito: (If I grab it with my both hands like that, without difficulty...) Laito: Tsk... Yui: Uu... Laito: Uh...!! Yui: ...uu... Laito: Bitch-chan...? Yui: ... Laito: ...!! Laito: (Right now... what have I... I tried to kill... Bitch-chan...?!) Laito: (...Even though I said all these things to her... That I will kill that person, so I can move forward...) Laito: (It's not true... I'm not doing it for that purpose...) Laito: (I just want him to kill him. That way, I will be able to die.) Laito: (I wouldn't have to see her dying... I want to run away.) Laito: Ah... Laito: (I'm afraid of myself... At this rate I may kill my loved one.) Laito: (Just like... I killed that woman.) Laito: Damn it... It's so weird. Laito: Why am I so... I...! Damn...
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