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thefallennightmare · 2 months
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Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Fallen Angel!OC
Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, smut, mythological talk, violence.
Summary: "Blinded by a fear of feeling, these are the kings we chose. Lost and looking for the meaning, I've been searching high and low" It came crashing down on him. This is the story of the highest banished angel from where she came only to find home in the arms of a mortal man. This mortal realizing he'd face Lucifer himself to keep her.
Lethia: Archangelus Oneironaut also known as Archangel of Dream Walking. Across worlds and dimensions, she walks within. Uncovering dangerous secrets, leaving her cast out, isolated- that is until she begins to learn what it means to feel.
Authors Notes: Hope everyone enjoys this chapter!
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LETHIA
I sat in the darkness of the old building with a scatter of books in front of me and a face of pure rage. These texts were all wrong, they had to be. There was absolutely no way that Lucifer was the evil that this bible talked about. He never tempted anyone into any sin. He was valued in the Kingdom and so many other angels turned to him in times of despair; me included. 
Kicking the bible away with my boot, I turned to the next book and perched it on my lap. 
The Book of Enoch.
Watchers. Nephilim. The fall of angels. 
All of those words replayed in my brain as I read through the book for what seemed like the third time, searching for an answer I subconsciously knew wasn’t there. 
"The Grigori, who with their prince Satanail rejected the Lord of light,” I read the words out loud, my wavering voice echoing into the large space. 
Slamming the book shut, I tossed it back into the pile with the others and quickly rose to my feet, done with my studying for the day. Ever since I thought I saw Lucifer, I spent the last handful of days searching all over the world for the books at my feet but could only search in the darkness of the night so as not to risk mortals seeing me. 
I tried dream walking to find where Lucifer had ended up but only found myself walking into a dream of someone who wasn’t familiar. The only scene in front of me was a vast field of green overtaken by bloodshed and soot from what some may thought came from the burning woods behind me. 
Although, I knew it wasn’t soot that covered the ground at my feet. It was something not many mortals saw quite often. 
Angel dust. 
It was only ever left behind after an intense battle, their energy staying behind in a variety of ways; most of the time in angel dust. 
However, the destruction from the battle and angel dust weren’t what made my stomach twist in knots. It was the crumbled body that lay at my feet, blood pouring from a gash in his neck but I couldn’t see his face due to his long locks of hair covering it. The crow that seemed to follow me everywhere pecking away at the open wound on the man's chest. 
I ran a hand through my hair, the black locks not as shocking as the first night after my fall, and slipped on my jacket. It was worn from me spending the last few nights flying from other ends of the earth and two large slits in the back from where my wings extended from my back. The old building I’d been hiding away in since my fall almost two weeks ago was slowly becoming my home. I didn’t have a bed since angels didn’t need to sleep. We could, if we wanted to, however, I never felt the need to. 
There was no food since, like sleep, angels didn’t need to eat. Although I did indulge in some sweets now and then from the bakery across the street, I didn’t feel the need to sit and have a meal. 
The one thing, however, I did need was a shower but unfortunately, this abandoned building did not have running water. Which meant late in the evenings, I found myself bathing in the ocean; the salt water helped maintain the life and color of my wings. 
Dreaded black wings. 
With a long sigh, I stepped out into the night California air to head back to the bookstore that was around the block. Among the intellectual texts I’ve picked up, I’ve also begun reading up on psychology and philosophy just as a way to pass the time. 
“Hello, Lethia! I was hoping you’d stop by tonight,” Greg, the older gentleman behind the bookstore counter, smiled at me. 
I raised a playful brow. “I told you I would. You promised you’d have something for me.” 
Greg slid over a worn book to me. “It took me some time to find it but here it is.” 
The corner of my lip curled carefully and flipped through The Death of Socrates, my nostrils flaring at the old book smell. 
“How much do I owe you?” I asked Greg. 
He waved me off. “Same as always. Just make sure to return them in the same condition. No one ever asks for Plato’s work anymore; it's such a shame. So any chance I can scour for one of them, makes me happy.” 
I tapped the counter with a smile. “Thank you, Greg. I’ll make sure to bring you a cannoli when I return the book.” 
“I think this deserves a large pan of Baklava,” he said while placing another book on the counter. 
The Secrets of Lucifer.
My red eyes darkened as I carefully picked up the book, it weighing heavy in my hand. 
“Greg, I will bring you whatever your heart desires for this,” I shifted my eyes to his. “Thank you.” 
With both books tucked away in a bag from the shop, I maneuvered my way through crowds of people, scowling at the King above for dropping me into one of the busiest cities. A bright neon sign on a building caught my gaze as I approached the street where my makeshift home was. 
Live Music. 
Music? Maybe I can find a hint about where Lucifer is.
Before I stepped inside the building, a chilling and painful breeze brushed across the back of my neck causing me to spin on my heels. A loud ringing scratched at my ears but I remained stoned as my eyes hastily looked around the busy street and sidewalk. Something was different in the air; it smelled different. 
Titling my head to the side, I gazed down at my feet when something caught my attention. 
“What are you doing here?” I muttered. 
Dark eyes from the crow stared into my soul as it was perched between my feet. 
“I’m not dreaming so why are you here?” I bent to my knees. 
I knew it was the same one from my dream walking because of the single white path of feathers that ran down its spine. The crow continued to stare at me, not making a sound, so I tapped its head with a gentle finger. 
“If you’re here outside a dream,” I looked at my surroundings once again. “It can only mean one thing and that my friend, is what I was afraid of.” 
Rising to my feet, I ushered the bird away with a simple flick. “Go see what you can find for me.” 
With a simple caw, the crow fluttered its wings and flew to an unknown destination as I turned on my heels walking into the building. It was loud from the constant pounding from the speakers and the boisterous voices from the packed crowd. Everyone in Los Angeles was here tonight as I pushed my way through to find a single spot open at the bar. 
“What can I get you?” A petite blonde behind the bar asked me with a smile, but when she took one gaze into my red eyes, she took a large step back. 
It was like this every time someone took their first look at me. Red eyes must not have been common here on earth. 
“I’m alright, thank you.” I gave a curt nod while sitting on the stool and began reading The Death of Socrates. 
It didn’t last long, however, when a man pushed his way past the bodies on both sides of me so he could lean against the bar, eyeing me down. 
“Who the fuck reads at a bar?” 
Ignoring him, I simply turned the page, continuing to read. 
This prompted him to lay his large hand on the pages of the book, crumpling them. 
My head snapped up towards him when his green eyes ravaged my face, licking his lips slowly. “I’m not into broads with short hair or eyes like yours but I’m sure if I fuck you from behind, it won’t be an issue.” 
“I’d suggest if you want to keep that hand that you take it off of my book,” I said with an eerily calm voice.
“Or what?” He snorted. “You think you can do anything to me?” 
Just before I was about to rise to my feet, a loud voice came through the speaker which prompted the man to push away from my book and disappear into the crowd. 
“We have a treat for you guys tonight!” The voice in the microphone made my ears burn as I screwed my eyes shut. “These guys are on break from tour but we managed to talk them into playing a show for you all. Give it up for Bad Omens!” 
Bad Omens. 
My eyes snapped open just in time for me to look up at the stage before me when that familiar face beamed out into the crowd. His almond eyes shone brightly as he began singing the first song, other familiar faces registering in my mind as they played their instruments. 
The man playing what I was sure was the drums: Nick, the one I had pinned to the ground the first time I fell to Earth. 
The man with long hair playing a guitar. I didn’t know his name but I remembered his voice didn’t sound like the others. 
The man playing an instrument I just learned about, the bass. He was also there that night but I didn’t talk to him. 
Then the last man stood front and center as he sang into a microphone, his hair falling around his shoulders in dark waves. Those almond eyes scanned over every face in the crowd until they rested on mine; a breath getting caught in my throat. 
Noah. 
I was only a few feet away from the stage so when our eyes locked, Noah’s face broke out in a smile as he took a couple steps towards me. 
“And when he has you by your neck,” he screamed into the microphone. 
I expected him to sound like something else; nothing like this. So eternal. So elegant. So breathtaking. 
I stood there frozen as Noah danced across the stage, the crowd jumping along with him. People even enjoyed jumping on top of each other as others moved them along, carrying them throughout. 
As Bad Omens played their set, I couldn’t move; transfixed on the sight of them before me. I couldn’t explain this weird feeling that surged through me as Noah’s eyes kept darting over to me, almost making sure I was still there. Then when he waved toward me during their last song, my heart studered in my chest. 
What was this feeling? It was unknown and it scared me to absolute death to follow it. 
But then something familiar tickled behind my neck, chills covering every inch of my skin and I hastily looked around me to see the crow perched outside the open door of the building. The noise of Bad Omens and the crowd faded to nothing as all I could hear was the constant cawing of the bird, almost beckoning me to follow. 
“Lethia, come back to me.” 
Whirling behind me, I expected to see Lucifer but ended up scaring the people who stood there when they took in the wild look in my eyes. 
“Lethia, you belong to me.” 
Lucifer’s voice was loud in my mind now as I whirled around again, this time facing the stage. My eyes caught with Noah’s and he gave me a slight frown before he took the steps down the stage to come towards me. 
“You were sworn to me and me alone. No other being on this earth can have you.”
“Stop it,” I muttered, closing my eyes. 
“Why haven’t you looked for me? Why haven’t you come to me?” 
I clawed at my ears, now yelling. “STOP! LUCIFER STOP!” 
“Lethia.” 
Noah's soft voice cooed as he reached for my hands, the touch unknown and unfamiliar; as if the wind was grasping at me. 
“You’re a disgrace for a soldier of Lucifer’s. How dare you spend time with a mortal?”
My eyes snapped open at this new voice, only to be clouded with a new vision of a face I hadn’t seen in a very long time. 
White eyes. Even whiter hair. A large golden hoop hanging from the middle of their nose. 
Her name fell from my lips as darkness suddenly took over, my body falling to a heap into Noah’s arms. 
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LETHIA
I stood alone in an empty field, the same one I dreamed walked in earlier. Angel dust covered the ground and fluttered in the air. Smoke weighed heavily in my nostrils, leaving a bitter aftertaste on my tongue. The crow pecked away at the gaping wound in the stomach of the man who lay at my feet. 
His long brown locks were covering his face so bending slowly at the knees, careful not to disturb the crow, and black nails brushed away the hair from the man's face, void almond eyes staring into my soul. 
I choked on his name as I stumbled back, falling to my ass. 
“No-.” 
Suddenly, a fast and hard stampede echoed in my ears and my chest as I scrambled to my knees. Large, black wings exploded from my back with a gust of wind just in time for a massive bull to run towards me. With my left hand outstretched and a mere thought of a dagger, it appeared out of thin air. I threw the dagger at the bull when it was less than five feet away from me, only for it to bounce off its large back. 
“Shit,” I cursed, protecting myself with my wings. 
The bull’s nostrils flared, a puff of breath blowing through the angel dust, then as I prepared myself for impact, the bull stopped meters in front of my face. Its warm breath now fanning over my face as I gritted my teeth. 
Bright white eyes stared back at me as the large golden hoop protruding from its nose rumbled with each deep breath. 
“Lethia, my how you’ve changed,” the bull's voice spoke in my mind. 
“Maraxa,” I spat with ice-cold venom. 
The bull chuffed, dragging its feet against the grass. Its black horns were almost too large for its head but somehow seemed as if it weighed nothing. Its lips curled back in a deep snarl, sharp black teeth covered with blood held my gaze. 
“You’ve been hiding your scent well, Lethia.” 
“I didn’t know you were looking for me,” I said. 
The bull chuffed. “My dear, everyone is looking for you. Unlucky for you, however, Lucifer and I have found you first.” 
I raised a brow. “Oh, since when did it become Lucifer and I? You were nothing to him before we fell.”
“Lucifer is my king, I do as he says. I serve him. He sent me to find you, now he never said you had to be alive.” 
My eyes never left the bulls. “You can’t kill me in a dream, Maraxa.” 
“No, I cannot,” the bull snarled its teeth again. “But I can in that little hole in the wall you’ve called home since you fell. If not there, then that bookstore you love to frequent.” 
Ice filled my veins as my wings stood ever still, unmoving in the wind. I thought I’d been smart with hiding my scent from heavens beasts but if Maraxa managed to find me, that only meant others were soon to follow. The only way I could fix this situation was to find somewhere else to hide for a bit before my scent was picked up again. 
But I’d been so lucky to find that abandoned building. I couldn’t risk it again. 
“I didn’t expect to be on the Kingdom’s most wanted list.” 
A loud laughter echoed inside my mind. “The King doesn’t want you. He cast you for a reason, Lethia. It is Lucifer that sent me.” 
Lucifer’s face flashed in my vision for a brief second. Instead of feeling the usual love and adoration I’d felt before, now all I felt was dread. Darkness. Sadness. Fear. 
I swallowed thickly. “You can tell Lucifer if he wants me, he can come find me himself. Not to send one of his lackeys.” 
“Should he look for you in that crumbling building or with that young mortal man with the almond eyes,” the bull didn't flinch. 
My eyes snapped to the body to my left, the crow long gone, and all that stared back were those cold, vacant eyes. 
“It’s time to come home,” its voice spoke in my mind again just before it sunk its teeth deep into my throat. 
I awoke with a loud gasp, breathing uneven and labored as I clawed at the skin of my throat, checking to make sure there were no open wounds. But instead were now scratch marks as my nails dug deep. 
“Shit, Lethia,” large hands grasped mine to stop my attack on my throat.  
My eyes snapped up at the voice, almond eyes gazing down at me full of worry, only this time they were full of light and life. 
“Hey, it’s alright,” Noah’s soft voice cooed; exactly like earlier. 
Feeling the comfort radiate off of him made my heart rate immediately calm and I couldn’t stop myself as my fingers slowly grazed over his cheek; the feeling numb. 
Noah’s beauty was mesmerizing, the way his hair fell into his face in perfect waves, the way his lips curled up into a faint smile, and the freckles that peppered his nose and cheeks. Then lastly, those eyes and the way they drank me in. 
“Are you sure you’re not like me?” I whispered, fingertips tracing over his bottom lip. 
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NOAH
“How is she?” I asked, all but barreling through the door of the green groom. 
Jolly, who was kneeling in front of the body on the couch, nodded. “She’s alright, hasn’t woken up yet.” 
Sighing, I set the bag of books down on the table and took Jolly’s spot, him giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 
“Any idea what she was screaming before she passed out?” Nicholas wondered. 
“Lucifer,” I muttered, never taking my eyes off the sleeping form of Lethia. 
Her lips were parted slightly, a soft snore emanating from them, ebony colored hair fell into her eyes so I gently brushed it away; her face never reacting to my touch. 
Almost as if she couldn’t feel it. 
“I’m sorry,” Michael shook his head. “Did you say Lucifer? As in The Devil?” 
I pinched the bridge of my nose with a sigh. “It’s probably unrelated.” 
The sound of a bag rustling sounded in the small green room, Michael holding up the two books that belonged to Lethia. 
The Death of Socrates and The Secrets of Lucifer.
“Unrelated my ass,” Michael grumbled while tossing the books onto the table.
“What is your issue with her?” I asked while turning towards him, sitting on the edge of the couch. 
He shrugged. “She showed up broken in our driveway and didn’t even say thank you to you for taking her in and helping. Then you keep running into her. LA isn’t a small town, Noah. She’s stalking you.” 
“You don’t know that,” I narrowed my eyes toward him. 
Folio could immediately pick up on the tension so his calm voice spoke up. “Michael is just worried about you, Noah. That’s all. You guys just moved a few months ago because of previous stalkers.” 
I peered down at Lethia as she still slept. “Lethia’s not like the others. Every time we run into each other, she tries to get away from me.” 
“Maybe you should let her,” Michael grumbled under his breath. 
Choosing to ignore him, I looked up at the door to the room when it opened, Bryan walking in now. 
“Any luck?” I questioned. 
He hesitated before shaking his head. “The guy at the bookstore only knows her name and the kind of books she’s interested in; nothing else. She always picks up the books, never lets the store send them to her.” 
Fuck.
“Lethia mentioned that she was kicked out of her previous home,” I said. 
“Where does she stay then?” Jolly asked while crossing his arms. 
I shrugged. “No idea. She didn’t tell me.” 
When I noticed the name of the bookstore on the bag, I asked Byran if he could go find out any information. It had been bugging me for weeks since I first met Lethia to find out more about her; where she came from, where she lived, and what her obsession with finding Lucifer was.
I nodded at Bryan before resting my eyes on Lethia’s face once more, watching her sleep for a few long moments.
When I saw her out in the crowd tonight, I couldn’t ignore the way my heart skipped a beat or the way my hands shook with nerves. It always was like this when we found each other again, a feeling I couldn’t push deep down and lock away. Lethia was interesting and had her quirks, some of which I was desperate to find out. 
I couldn't let her leave here alone tonight. There was this pull deep within my chest that vibrated every time Lethia and I were nearby; just like right now. She needed my help whether or not she would admit it. 
“I think she needs a place to stay and try to get back on her feet,” I said while looking back over to Michael and Jolly. 
The latter nodded, immediately understanding what I meant. Michael, however, rolled his eyes. 
“We don’t have a guest room. It’s already a full house with the three of us and Jesse.” 
I shrugged. “I’ll sleep on the couch. She can stay in my room.”
“Noah, you know I’ll agree with you no matter what, but we’ve had issues with stalkers finding out where you live and leaving shit on your car. We can’t have this happen again,” Jolly said. 
“I know,” I nodded. “But Lethia’s different. She needs help and I want to. Just until she gets back on her feet.”
“Savior complex back?” Nicholas asked. 
“No! It’s just me being a decent human being,” I defended. 
Bryan snorted. “Yeah, her being attractive doesn’t have anything to do with this?” 
My cheeks burned as I shifted on the couch. “No.” 
“Right.”
A loud gasp had me snapping my head towards Lethia as she awoke, immediately clawing at her neck. Her black nails left red marks, deep and angry, and I grasped at her hands. 
“Shit, Lethia,” I cursed while grasping her hands. 
Her red eyes filled with fear and despair softened as soon as they met mine but her breathing was still erratic. 
“Hey, it’s alright,” I cooed. 
Lethia’s shaking fingers grazed over my jaw, nails tracing the pout of my bottom lip. 
“Are you sure you’re not like me?” 
Her voice was hushed so much that I had to lean into her touch, hoping I heard her correctly. I scanned over every soft feature of her face but sucked in breath suddenly. 
“Lethia, your nose. It’s bleeding,” I informed. 
Her hands went to her face, wiping away the dark blood; only hers wasn’t the typical crimson color. It was black. 
“Fuck,” she muttered as she stared at her hand. 
Folio handed her a tissue, one she took with a small smile. “Thank you, uh-.” 
“Nick but you can call me Folio,” he smiled. 
“Right,” Lethia nodded before sitting up, drawing her knees to her chest. “You were the one I attacked that night.” 
“Thank you for not doing it again,” he chuckled while packing up his things. 
She looked around the room skeptically until her gaze landed on Michael, a low scowl pulling on her lips. 
“Oh, it's you.” 
He crossed his arms. “Are you stalking Noah?” 
“Michael,” I warned with a stern voice. 
“Me stalking him?!” Lethia gasped while standing to her feet. “Everywhere I turn, he’s there.” 
“Maybe it’s some soul mate shit,” Bryan joked. 
I rolled my eyes as I stood to my feet next. “I don’t believe in soulmates.” 
Lethia cocked her head to the side as she peered down at the table. “My books.” 
“Yeah, I brought them back here with you after you passed out. I wanted to make sure you didn’t lose them,” I said. 
“Thank you,” she looked up at me through her lashes. 
“Can you guys give us a minute?” I asked the guys. 
Nodding, they all gathered their things before Lethia and I were alone. She refused to meet my gaze now, kept it trained hard on the books she had clutched to her chest. 
“How are you feeling?” I asked after a long beat of silence. 
“Fine.” 
I shifted on my feet, trying to gain the courage to bring up the idea of having her stay with me. 
“Is there a hotel where I can drop you off?” 
Lethia slowly raised her gaze to mine. “Hotel?” 
The confusion in her voice made me narrow my eyes slightly. 
“Unless you’ve found a house to stay in. I guess, is there anywhere you want me to take you? I can drop you off wherever or you could maybe stay here,” I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. 
The corner of her lip curled up in a quick smile.
“Nervous?” She jeered. 
I scoffed, trying to play it off, but she saw right through me. 
“What I’m trying to say is; is there anything I can do to help you, Lethia? I feel compelled ever since I found you in my driveway,” I admitted while taking a tentative step toward her. 
The hesitation was evident in the way her breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened. 
“Will you let me help you?” 
My voice was quiet as my fingers reached for hers and when our skin touched, it felt as if sparks shot off inside of me, igniting all five of my senses. My stomach flipped and my heart jumped into my throat when I linked our fingers together, squeezing her hand. 
Lethia never reacted to my touch. 
“Wh-why would you want to help me?” She stammered. 
“I help people I care about,” I answered as if it wasn’t a big deal. 
Her brows furrowed. “But you don’t know me, Noah.” 
I swallowed thickly hearing my name fall from her lips, it causing straight heat to shoot straight to my dick. 
“Come with me, stay at my place for a few days until you get back on your feet; figure out where you want to go,” I suggested with another squeeze of her hand. 
Again, no reaction. 
But I could see the internal battle within Lethia as her eyes darted between mine. Finally, her shoulders slumped as if the decision was made with so much thought it made her weak. 
“Ok,” Lethia agreed with a curt nod. 
I did my best not to show my excitement even though my heart was soaring. 
“But I have to take care of some things first,” she said before I could. “Then I’ll be ready.” 
“That’s fine. Did you want me to pick you up or something?” 
“No, that’s alright. I have my own means to get to your house,” Lethia waved me off. 
She went to walk away, ready to leave the room, until I called after her. “Can I have your phone?” 
“My what?” Lethia slowly turned on her heels. 
Fuck, she looked so cute with the way her nose scrunched up when she was confused; which seemed to happen a lot. 
“Your phone,” I couldn’t hold back my smile. 
Her eyes widened. “Oh right, that cellular device you humans use to talk to one another. I don't have one.” 
“You don’t have a phone?” I asked. 
“Why would I? I don’t have anyone to talk to besides you but it seems like we’re always destined to run into each other,” Lethia pointed a finger at me. 
Destiny. 
I didn’t know why but that word always made my body shiver with something I couldn’t put my finger on. I never believed in soulmates and that my soul was meant for one person only. Well, that was until Lethia seemed to fall from grace into my life a few weeks ago and all I could think about was her. My soul yearned for her in ways that physically made me weak. 
When I wasn’t in her presence, I spent my time holed up in the studio writing or bedroom trying to dream of her because that seemed to be the only time I could find with her. Those dreams felt so real each time even the fucking bird that seemed to watch us every time. 
Except for the last few days, when I did dream, it wasn’t of Lethia. It was of destruction and death, leaving me in a sweaty panic mess when I awoke.
“Noah?” 
Snapping out of my thoughts, I hummed in response to Lethia. 
“Give me some time. I’ll be at your house before midnight,” she said, clutching those books close to her chest. 
“Are you sure you don’t need me to come with you?” I ran a hand through my hair. 
Even though her smile was wide, I could see the fear behind her eyes. “I’ll be fine.” 
Just as she was about to walk out the door, I rambled off my address to her. 
“I remember!” Lethia’s sweet voice echoed back. 
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NOAH
With careful precision, I straightened out the blanket on my bed and made sure the pillows were fluffed just right. On my desk was a stack of fresh, folded towels with some different toiletries Lethia might need. Jolly’s girlfriend left some shampoo and body wash behind the last time she stayed over and after double-checking with her, she gave me the okay to use them. 
I didn’t know if she needed an extra set of clothes so on the end of my bed was a pair of my sweats and a shirt, just in case. 
Running my hands over my thighs, I went through the mental checklist of everything as what seemed like a large bird flew past my window. 
Fresh bed sheets. 
Fresh towels. 
Comfy clothes. 
Toiletries. 
“Noah.” 
Spinning around, I gave a warm smile to Jesse and the form behind him. 
“She’s nervous,” Jesse mouthed before stepping to the side, showcasing Lethia. 
She was, in fact, nervous as she shifted on her feet with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. 
“Hi,” I said. “Did you take care of what you needed to?” 
“Yes,” she still stood outside my bedroom door, idly in the hallway. 
I waved her in. “You can come in.” 
Hesitantly, Lethia stepped past the threshold as her eyes took in almost every inch of my room. The lights were off, the only light emanating from the red LED behind my bed, and she quirked a brow at them. 
“So,” I ran a hand over my chest. “I left you some things in case you wanted to shower. And some extra clothes.” 
“This is where you sleep?” Lethia pointed to my bed. 
“Yeah, but don’t worry. You can sleep here, I’ll stay on the couch.” I assured her. 
I noticed she was still standing uncomfortably in the middle of my room, clutching a black bag to her chest. 
“Is that everything?” I asked. 
“Uh, yes. I didn’t have much. Just some clothes and books,” she said. 
“Like the ones I found on you earlier?” I asked while sitting on the edge of my bed. 
Lethia nodded, hesitantly following my lead. “Yes, I’ve been studying philosophy. It’s quite interesting learning about Socrates and his life.” 
She bounced a few times on the bed, a small giggle leaving her lips. “Oh, this is nice.” 
“My bed?” 
Her body fell in a heap against it, now a soft sigh emanating from her. “This is nothing compared to the clouds but fuck, I can’t believe I’ve been depriving myself of this kind of comfort.” 
I chuckled. “Well, make yourself at home.  I’ve also been reading up on philosophy. It’s always been a passion of mine. I might have some books lying around on my bookshelf. Feel free to read one that interests you.”
“That is very nice of you, Noah. You do not need to do all of this.”
Lethia gazed up at me, still lying back on my bed. 
I patted her knee. “I want to help you out any way I can, Lethia.” 
Slowly she sat up and stared for a long moment at my hand on her knee, her brows furrowed with confusion and anger. I went to pull away but her hand stopped me by resting on top of mine. The softness of her skin sent heat throughout my body. 
“I can’t feel you,” she muttered under her breath. “Why can’t I feel you?” 
“Wh-?” 
“Noah!” Jolly knocked on the open door, urgency in his voice. “There’s someone outside for Lethia. 
Her eyes snapped up towards Jolly. “Excuse me?” 
“She’s on the front step claiming she’s an old friend of yours,” Jolly informed. 
I narrowed my eyes. “How does she know Lethia is here?” 
A loud cawing caused me to jump towards the open window of my bedroom, a black crow sitting perched on the sill. The long white stripe of feathers down its spine told me it was the same one that had been haunting my dreams. 
“Fuck,” Lethia cursed when she eyed the bird. 
Before Jolly could answer, she was quick on her feet to push past Jolly, her loud footsteps descending the steps. 
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LETHIA
Ignoring the wild looks from Noah’s other roommates, I whipped open the front door to be met with bright white eyes. Her usual long white hair was pulled back in a tight bun but her golden nose hoop stood out in stark contrast to the black night sky. It was weird not seeing her in the beast form she was known for; the one I saw earlier in my dream. 
Her human form was equally as daunting. 
“Maraxa,” I seethed while stepping outside, the door falling shut behind me. 
She eyed up the house. “Hm, cozying up with the mortal, I see. What would Lucifer say to this?” 
“I gave up caring what he thinks when he was the reason for my fall,” I sneered while crossing my arms; the leather of my jacket creaking. 
Maraxa clicked her tongue. “You chose to follow him, Lethia. The love you two shared was palpable. Untouchable. Not even the King could get between you two.” 
“If Lucifer loved me then why is he sending you to fetch me like I’m some kind of animal,” I seethed. 
“He’s a busy man. I’m sure you’ll understand once you're down there ruling beside him.” 
“Why do you want me to go back with you so badly? I know you’ve always wanted my place,” I said. 
An all too-knowing look flashed behind her white eyes even though they were filled with no emotion. 
“I live to serve my lord, Lucifer,” Maraxa simply said. 
“Well, you can tell your Lord that if he wants me beside him, he can come find me himself,” I swiftly spun on my heels, ready to head back inside. 
“He’ll search all four corners of the earth for you,” she called after me. 
“Let him!” I shot back, not bothering to look. 
It was Maraxa’s next words that gave me pause with my hand on the doorknob. 
“Your actions will get this mortal and his people killed!” 
I remembered the body with the gaping wound on his chest as he lay in the open field of angel dust. Those lifeless eyes that stared up at me during that dream weren’t like the ones that shined as they looked up at me as we sat together on his bed. 
“I’d rather cut off my wings than let that happen,” I vowed before slipping back inside the house.
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la-esmerqlda · 3 years
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Grigory chose violence, toddler Smerdyakov asked a question and mans decided to clock him so hard he became epileptic. He gave the emo child childhood and brain trauma, double package.
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frosteee · 3 years
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"You should be scared of me" - Why Shiemi will need to break tradition to truly best Amaimon
The new chapter threw a heck of a lot of stuff at us at once, raising a hundred questions for the few it answers.
We're given a brief synopsis of Amaimon's history with Shemihaza, a relationship that has been hinted at in previous chapters, and the nature of Shiemi's final challenge: to "subjugate" Amaimon, as Shemihaza and all other 'successors' before her.
Shiemi's grandmother instructed her in such a way to make a violent battle between Shiemi and Amaimon inevitable, and Amaimon himself solidified this inevitability by deriding the strength of her abilities, implying a respect for Shemihaza's - whom he serves in a as-yet unexplained way. He may serve Shemihaza, but he is not servile to her, nor is he compelled to respect or serve her successors. Shiemi must prove herself worthy in the power department.
However, I believe that the long-term solution to her and Amaimon's respective barriers will require a change in approach to those before her. Even Shemihaza.
Amaimon's Anger
An unspecified amount of time ago, an angry Amaimon made the land. Given that he has a defined physical form, and the nature of it and his clothes, it is definitely a time in which humans are around and who nature a fear of demons.
It isn't made clear what made Amaimon so angry, but it's clear that it spurred a rage so intense that he took it out on the earth, making it inhospitable for any kind of life. This is when Shemihaza steps in, as Emperor of Creation and Amaimon's foil - she is life and creation, he is death and destruction.
Prior to this point they may have co-existed. Shemihaza may outrank him, but they share many similarities and can be seen as the two sides of the same coin, necessary to keep the world's natural order. Life and death. But Amaimon's outburst and complete annihilation of the land disrupts this order, and requires Shemihaza's intervention.
Shemihaza took pity on Amaimon, and may have also seen the practical reason for keeping him around (going back to the 'two sides of a coin' theory) and so rather than destroy him, Shemihaza sacrificed her body and crystallised herself, binding Amaimon to her in servitude.
It appears that in doing so, Shemihaza sealed parts of Amaimon - his power, or even his persona - in crystals around her frozen form. She allowed him to continue to have a 'self' - or consciousness - by becoming her servant.
Whether it was the act of sealing parts of Amaimon away, or the terms of his service, that quelled Amaimon's anger, it's clear that these measures did not really fix the issue.
Amaimon still carries intense rage within him, evident in his fits of violence and intense anger that break through his usual impassive exterior. He particularly reacts to any whiff of a suggestion that he is weak, which supports the theory that the crystallised parts of Amaimon are parts of his power. With this into consideration, Amaimon has even more reason to be angry now.
Shemihaza's Legacy
If this is the case, then it makes the problem worse in the long term. Amaimon still feels intense rage, but no longer has adequate means to express it like he did in the past. Rather than get to the root of why he feels so angry, Shemihaza has left her successors with a being that grows progressively more hateful and angry with each passing generation, despite lacking the ability to create the same destruction Shemihaza faced.
The flashback of Shemihaza and Amaimon, showing Amaimon kneeling before her, suggests that Shemihaza did not have to exert brute force in order to stop his rampage. As I mentioned earlier, in looking down on Shiemi's power he implicitly expresses respect or at least a past respect for Shemihaza's.
Kneeling before Shemihaza, who has greater power and status than his own, and with whom he may have shared a close relationship (speculation on my part), Amaimon is given a choice: serve Shemihaza and seal parts of his power/self away, through her sacrifice, or lose his sense of self.
Amaimon's options were eternal servitude and what he would probably view as castration, or death. Amaimon chose the former. As Mephisto states, once demons experience life with a body and five senses, the alternative to that, a conceptual being with no thought, senses or freedom, is the closes thing to death they can imagine and completely intolerable.
Shemihaza may have found a solution to the immediate problem of the ruination of the land, but failed to address the ongoing issue of Amaimon's anger, so her successors have continually had to 'subjugate' him into obedience, following her example. Shemihaza may not have needed to brawl with Amaimon, she likely had enough power to subdue him without fighting, but her successors command far less power than she did, especially at the stage Shiemi is at when facing Amaimon.
Pity /= Empathy
Shiemi's grandmother states that Shemihaza's pity for Amaimon's anger motivated her to give him a choice. But pity does not equal empathy, and the 'better' choice Amaimon took, as I said, does not really solve the problem with Amaimon long-term.
She felt pity enough to give him a choice at all, but a bit of empathy for why Amaimon is angry and a desire to help him could have resulted in a far better long-term solution to the problems he was causing.
When Lucifer was suffering and begging the Grigori Shemihaza to continue research into an elixir for him, he furiously pointed out her lack of compassion. Her response was that she had 'abandoned human compassion' when she took on the position.
This shows that while those connected with Shemihaza can feel pity for those around them, they are compelled or even taught to abandon feelings of empathy or compassion for others, following in Shemihaza's footsteps, for the 'greater good'.
There are positives to this way of working, and the Grigori can likely attribute their long service to this, but it also has drawbacks - shown plainly in Amaimon.
If Shemihaza had felt, or allowed herself to feel, compassion and empathise with Amaimon's plight, she may have given him a different choice that would benefit Amaimon himself also and make him a willing ally to her successors instead of a half-tamed beast who still suffers the same anger that they must forcibly take down.
Shiemi's Choice
While her grandmother stated that she must defeat Amaimon in combat in order to enlist his services, this is the will of Shemihaza and will only pass on the same issues to another generation.
If anything is to change, and if Shiemi wants to truly help 'everyone', she will need to go about her fight with Amaimon differently than her forebears.
She will need to rely on her strength, certainly, to not get killed by him, and also to prove herself worthy in the strength department, but she cannot hope to really make a difference and show her growth without showing her characteristic empathy and kindness to him as well.
Shiemi has grown stronger this past year, but her greatest strength has always been her ability to forgive and show kindness to others, especially those who are suffering, even when they hurt her.
Amaimon has hurt her, physically and mentally, but kind Shiemi will still be able to see the wounded soul behind the anger. Amaimon owes her an apology, not the other way around, but as a demon who has never known compassion he must be shown it first before he can reciprocate.
This challenge compels Shiemi to prove her worthiness to command Amaimon, to show her superiority, to order him by fear of pain or worse - as Shemihaza, Mephisto and likely every other demon he has interacted with has done.
This is not Shiemi, or who she should become. The Shiemi we know would never seek to be superior to another being, but on equal level. She would not wish to make anyone her slave, but her friend, even a demon.
When Shiemi states "You should be scared of me", she dangerously echoes the words and actions of her forebears. She cannot truly win by making Amaimon fear her wrath as she fears his, or as Amaimon feared Shemihaza's.
Shiemi needs to hold on to that compassionate side of herself, or else lose her humanity. And keep Amaimon an emotionally frustrated bomb waiting to explode for another generation.
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ao3feed-glenya · 3 years
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Once Upon A Winter's Night
by softfawnangel
An alternate history where the Bolshevik revolution failed. Mainly just for my own fun, not gonna lie. Though I have based this off of historical facts somewhat, this is not mean to be accurate completely. This is primarily a drama/romance story, NOT a representation of what probably would've happened if the revolution really did fail.
Words: 7942, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Anastasia (1997), Anastasia - Flaherty/Ahrens/McNally
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Dimitri | Dmitry (Anastasia), Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov Grand Duchess of Russia, Gleb Vaganov, Alexei Nikolevich Romanov, Nikolay Alexandrovich Romanov | Nicholas II of Russia, Alix of Hesse | Alexandra Feodorovna, Pooka (Anastasia 1997), Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin
Relationships: Dimitri | Dmitry/Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova, Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov Grand Duchess of Russia/Gleb Vaganov, Alexei Nikolevich Romanov/Ileana Of Romania
Additional Tags: Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Revenge, 1910s, Alternate History, Alternate Universe, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Historical Inaccuracy, True Love, Mysticism, Forbidden Love, Love Triangles, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Unrequited Lust, Non-Graphic Violence, Hemophilia, Chronic Illness, Character Death, Family Drama, Family Feels, Imperial Russia, Russian Empire
Read it at https://archiveofourown.org/works/13090599
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anarchistnewsdaily · 6 years
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News Highlights: December 18th 2017 - December 24th 2017
In case you didn’t see, hear, or do it yourself these are some events that took place during the last week. Smashy:
Melbourne, Australia: Sex Workers Sabotage Rad-Fem Office to Mark International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers
Our action, which we dedicated to whores who have lost their lives and freedom in challenging State oppression, involved re-painting and sabotaging the Project Respect office. It’s locks were super-glued, and the message, “Respect Sex Workers as Doctors and Teachers- we heal, we educate”, was spray-painted in close proximity to the office entrance, on the walls of Fitzroy Council building (whose Councillors include Project Respect co-founder and prominent Greens Party rad-fem careerist viper, Kathleen Maltzhan).
Yaqui Tribe Defends Land by Digging Up Gas Pipeline | Earth First! Newswire
“The pipeline cost $400 million, part of a network that’s supposed to carry gas from Arizona more than 500 miles to Mexico’s Pacific coast. It hasn’t done that since August, when members of the indigenous Yaqui tribe – enraged by what they viewed as an unauthorized trespass their land – used a backhoe truck to puncture and extract a 25-foot segment.”
Greece: Powerful Bomb Blast Rocks the Athens Court of Appeals
“A powerful bomb blast exploded outside the Athens Appeals Court in the early hours of Friday morning causing extensive damage to the building and forcing the court’s closure for the day with all cases suspended. Nobody was injured in the bombing.“
Grenoble, France: "Our Ecology, Your Sabotage" | Earth First! Newswire
“We put these few words on a wall, facing the individual villas located against the eco-neighborhood. Before, we silently broke the tires of a dozen cars to show this dominant class that it is not untouchable. This elite that we hate is obviously responsible for the peripheral urban development of which it is both a beneficiary and a sponsor.“Our ecology, your sabotage”A little higher up, we paint over a wall of freshly poured concrete; before breaking off the general control box from the crane, its threatening silhouette above us. One could pity the poor proletarians shivering in the cold at the discovery of this annoying sabotage, but not us. They chose to work for outrageously damaging companies, may they freeze a little instead of working BTP all day.“Walls and fences move forward, the mountain recedes”We tag it next to a small piece of glass on the promotional building project “Helios” that has not opened yet. We look at each other, with a mixture of emotion and excitement, then we give this mess of advertising food through our hammers. We strive a moment to smash the facade before a guy takes us from the balcony, [giving] a signal for departure. One of us has time to finish making a hole in the bay and passing inside, then reaches the model of the project. “
Philadelphia, USA: Bank ATMs Sabotaged for Black December
“We took non-corrugated cardboard cut down to the width and half the length of an ATM card with super-glue applied to one side, and jammed them into the card slot of the machine or the card slot for the entry to the vestibule. It was surprisingly easy to do and more than 50 targets got got!“
Tempe Anarchists Remove Identity Evropa Banner, Put Flames to White Nationalism - It's Going Down
“We had a laugh as we destroyed it; it was a 30 foot banner that clearly took some time to make and was seen for just a few minutes. In addition, Identity Evropa propaganda appears periodically around the Tempe campus of ASU and is repeatedly pulled down and destroyed, sometimes by anarchists or anti-fascists, other times just normal people.“
Earth Liberation:
Hudson Valley Earth First! Santa Declares Millennium Pipeline and Competitive Power Ventures on Most Naughty List And Shuts Down Local Office
Santa’s visit was a highlight of the Hudson Valley Earth First! rally to support the tree sit that took place Monday at 10 am and successfully shutdown Millennium Pipeline offices for the morning.
Water Protectors block all entrances LNG facility in Tacoma | Earth First! Newswire
150+ Water Protectors are blocking all entrances of the construction site to the LNG facility in Tacoma, WA.
Canada: Protesters Build Permanent Structure, Plan to Overwinter at Alton Gas Site | Earth First! Newswire
With second-floor sleeping bunks, shelves stocked with food and a crackling fire in the woodstove, Dale Andrew Poulette’s newly constructed straw bale home is the perfect place to spend the winter. Except for one thing — he’s trespassing.
Repression: 
Canada: Indigenous Grandmother Faces Arrest for Protecting Wild Salmon | Earth First! Newswire
“Tsastliqualus Ambers, a sixty-five year old Ma’amtagila grandmother and Indigenous rights activist from Yalis ( Alert Bay) arrested and released on the 67th day of the indigenous-led, all-women’s Wild Salmon Matriarch Camp occupation outside of government offices complicit in the demise of the traditional salmon food fishery of her peoples.”
Greek Prisons: Revolutionary Struggle Prisoners Pola Roupa & Nikos Maziotis End Hunger Strike Following Satisfaction of their Demands
“This Monday, December 18, after he was discharged from the hospital at Korydallos Prison, Nikos Maziotis was transferred to Unit 5 and is no longer under special detention / isolation regime. Therefore since our demands regarding our imprisonment have been met, Pola Roupa has terminated the hunger strike and will stay for a few days in the Korydallos Prison hospital to recuperate.”
Justice for All the J20 Defendants
“Today, after nearly a year of suspense, the first six J20 defendants to go to trial were declared innocent of all charges. They are only six of over 200 people mass-arrested at Donald Trump’s Inauguration, nearly 200 of whom still face the same identical charges of six felonies and two misdemeanors—charges that could put them in prison for sixty or more years each. The fight is far from over. Indeed, in response to the verdict, the US Attorney’s Office for the District of Columbia announced that “they look forward to the same rigorous review for each defendant.”We must redouble our support for all the other defendants and show that it is the state itself that is guilty.”
Greece: Latest Update about the Attack Against Revolutionary Struggle Member Nikos Maziotis
“Nikos Maziotis was hit mainly on the head, ribs and abdomen. Despite the cowardly attack from about 10 prisoners and the physical strain from his 36-day hunger strike, the comrade put up strong resistance.
The targeted assassination attack against the comrade was not completed because Kurdish and Turkish prisoners intervened and immediately informed the solidarity network outside the prison walls about the attack.”
Greece , Athens: Information about the solidarity concentration-demonstration for anarchist Grigoris Tsironis on 16/12/17 | anarchistnews.org
“About 150 comrades participated in Independence Square in the Ilioupolis area of Athens, expressing their solidarity with anarchist comrade Grigoris Tsironis, who after 18 months was “liberated” only to be imprisoned in his home (house arrest) until May 2018.During the gathering there was a microphone intervention where, among the other texts, the comrade’s text in relation to the constraints against him was read out.Fliers were distributed in the area.When the demo reached Grigoris’s house it was a very intense moment, constant shouting of slogans that intensified even more when the comrade appeared.A special moment was when the comrade welcomed the solidarity, confirming once again his unwavering stand. After an hour of staying outside our comrade’s home, we retreated back to Independence Square.“
Banners:
Athens: Banner in solidarity with Lisa, imprisoned in Cologne, Germany « Contra Info
“Today, 21st of December, taking part on the International call for solidarity with the comrade Lisa accused of bank robbery in Aachen, Germany, we decided to hang a banner in the Polytechnic University, in Exarcheia, Athens.“
The Netherlands: ‘No Justice No Peace’ Banner in the Schilderswijk
“18.12.17: Today some anarchists hung a banner in the Schildeswijk (a working class district in The Hague City Center) with the message “No Justice No Peace! All Cops Are Bastards”.“
In addition to anarchist news check the following blogs for recent and classic anarchist audio, video, and texts.  
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ao3feed-anastasia · 6 years
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Once Upon A Winter's Night
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zbvxoo
by softfawnbabe
An alternate history where the Bolshevik revolution failed. Mainly just for my own fun, not gonna lie. Though I have based this off of historical facts somewhat, this is not mean to be accurate completely. This is primarily a drama/romance story, NOT a representation of what probably would've happened if the revolution really did fail.
Words: 396, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Anastasia (1997), Anastasia - Flaherty/Ahrens/McNally, The Romanov Family
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Dimitri | Dmitry (Anastasia), Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov Grand Duchess of Russia, Gleb Vaganov, Alexei Nikolevich Romanov, Ileana of Romania, Maria Nikolaevna Romanov, Nikolay Alexandrovich Romanov | Nicholas II of Russia, Nicholas of Romania, Alix of Hesse | Alexandra Feodorovna, Pooka (Anastasia 1997), Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin
Relationships: Dimitri | Dmitry/Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova, Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov Grand Duchess of Russia/Gleb Vaganov, Alexei Nikolevich Romanov/Ileana Of Romania, Gleb Vaganov/Maria Nikolaevna Romanov
Additional Tags: Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Revenge, Imperial Officers (Star Wars), 1910s, Alternate History, Alternate Universe, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Historical Inaccuracy, True Love, Mysticism, Forbidden Love, Love Triangles, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Unrequited Lust, Non-Graphic Violence, Hemophilia, Chronic Illness, Character Death, Family Drama, Family Feels
read it on the AO3 at
http://ift.tt/2zbvxoo
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utopiedujour · 7 years
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Remembrances, par Panagiotis Grigoriou
Billet invité.
Pays aux souvenirs inusables. Stávros, mécanicien naval confirmé, rencontré à bord du ferry-bac vers Salamine est de bonne humeur. C’est rare en Grèce par les temps qui courent. Il raconte volontiers ses nombreux déplacements en France comme ailleurs, plus exactement à travers les grands ports commerciaux et industriels. Remembrances.
“J’aime mon travail, sauf que depuis cette foutue crise je suis moins bien payé. Mon patron en profite. Ainsi je travaille en plus… à mon compte et cela durant pratiquement chaque week-end. Je ne m’en plains pas, j’ai du travail et d’ailleurs je l’aime.” Du bon plaisir, enfin!
La Grèce et ses fruits de saison. Athènes, mai 2017
La Grèce et ses fruits de saison comme d’époque. Stávros, capable d’intervenir sans délai sur toutes les installations, et d’assurer les dépannages mécaniques à bord des navires pour la maintenance préventive et curative sur les matériels comme il aime l’exprimer avec tant de fierté, n’évoquera guère directement le contexte politique et économique. À l’instar de nombreux autres Grecs, il en est d’abord profondément dégouté, et surtout, il sait qu’il n’a plus aucune prise sur les décisions “globales”, élections ou pas d’ailleurs.
Le présentéisme règne, les Grecs s’y installent. À bord du ferry-bac, parmi ces autres passagers qui suivaient la discussion, certains ont été visiblement gênés, voire envieux. Avoir du travail et alors l’aimer de surcroît, n’est plus du tout la règle en ce moment. Ancienne règle donc et qui ne reviendra plus jamais sans changement radical de paradigme économique, ce qui est largement inimaginable à l’échelle grecque pour ne pas dire européenne et pourtant, tous les… damnés de la terre comme de la mer le souhaiteraient.
Une certaine presse. Athènes, mai 2017
Et à défaut d’imagination… il faut d’abord survivre. Ce système politique étant définitivement mort à la suite de la dernière escroquerie SYRIZA, sauf pour maintenir privilèges et autres subsides de caste à certains, les Grecs le savent. Plus besoin d’épiloguer davantage. Comme je l’exprimais récemment à José-Manuel Lamarque qui m’interviewait par téléphone dans le cadre de son émission sur France-Inter (l’interview sera diffusée prochainement), ce n’est plus d’une crise qu’il s’agit, mais d’un changement au forceps de paradigme anthropologique.
Au bout de huit années de “crise grecque”, la société en sort transformée, les liens interpersonnels, amoureux, conjugaux, amicaux, professionnels ne sont plus pratiqués de la même façon qu’avant 2010. La gestion même du temps (comme… du temps existentiel restant), devient alors impossible pour le plus grand nombre. Dans un sens, à défaut de calendrier évident, pas d’espoir manifeste, et point d’avenir, sauf peut-être pour Stávros, toujours… capable d’intervenir sans délai sur toutes les installations.
La presse grecque, médias hertziens et électroniques compris, plus cadavérique que jamais, versera en outre chaque jour, son flot d’atrocités de toute sorte: criminalité “ingénieuse”, meurtres en série (dont infanticides et même filicides), sans oublier les nouvelles… renouvelées sans cesse depuis le front des dites reformes structurelles initiées par la Troïka élargie, avec l’aimable participation des “gouvernements grecs”. Conditionnement… consubstantiel comme on sait d’une certaine mécanique sociale.
Eurocapital (société). Athènes, mai 2017
  Relations interpersonnelles et contexte grec. Surface dans Athènes, mai 2017
  Cristina Fernández de Kirchner visitant l’Acropole. Athènes, mai 2017 (presse grecque)
Et en Grèce, ce conditionnement d’une certaine mécanique sociale, voire d’une mécanique sociale alors certaine, avait été inauguré (pour ce qui est de sa phase actuelle) par la “préparation” de l’opinion devant “l’opportunité positive, incarnée en la personne de Georges Papandréou” (et tous le violons de la presse s’accordèrent), c’était en 2009.
La suite est connue. Georges Papandréou a inauguré l’ère de la métadémocratie mémorandaire en 2010. Depuis, la Constitution est sans cesse violée suivant une série caractérisée par de nombreux Putschs successifs, (pseudo) légalisés par le “Parlement” ou sinon au moyen de la “gouvernance” par décrets (ordonnances). Faire élire sous ces conditions “petit Georges”, comme les Grecs le surnomment le plus souvent, relève alors du Putsch inaugural, s’agissant de cette séquence historique qui est la nôtre, qui plus est, introduite par la bancocratie ambiante.
C’est en ce sens d’ailleurs que les Grecs croient ressentir, et cela avec amertume et tristesse, que l’élection (ou “élection”) d’Emmanuel Macron en France, inaugurerait probablement cette même séquence historique pour les Français, certes toute proportion gardée. Le nouveau régime issu “de la crise” se fait bien long. Cette semaine par exemple… rien qu’en Grèce, la presse publie le texte original du mémorandum-4bis qu’un certain Alexis Tsipras vient de parapher.
L’élection d’Emmanuel Macron vue par la presse grecque, ‘Kathimeriní’ du 9 mai
Plus de 140 mesures et reformes dites structurelles y figurent, et cela pour une durée… prévue et ainsi étalée sur cinq ans. Et déjà, l’énième diminution du montant des retraites qui figure dans ce texte vient d’être jugée anticonstitutionnelle par la Cour de Justice compétente à Athènes mardi 9 mai, d’après le reportage du jour, par exemple celui du quotidien “Kathimeriní”, et alors ?
Cette liste est publiée le plus souvent dans son “état brut”, c’est-à-dire en anglais, notons-le également. L’ex-Commissaire Européiste (1999-2004) et par la suite ministre de l’Éducation (2009-2012) Anna Diamantopoúlou (PASOK), avait en son… grand temps proposé l’adoption de la langue anglaise à usage officiel en Grèce. On y arrive presque… En attendant, Cristina Fernández de Kirchner vient de visiter Athènes et l’Acropole, et les dirigeants Syrizistes auront tout fait pour médiatiser ce déplacement à leur profit, mais en vain.
Liana et son mari par exemple, rencontrés dans un café près du Pirée, ne se laisseront plus jamais impressionnés par les politiciens. Liana déjà, elle sait de quoi elle parle. “Je suis infirmière en psychiatrie… ou ce qui en reste. La société s’effondre, les cas relevant de la psychiatrie se multiplient et alors s’aggravent. Nous ne gardons plus les malades en hospitalisation, car les lits disponibles ont été en grande partie tout simplement supprimés. Nous leur administrons les médicaments nécessaires et alors ils rentrent chez eux. Le plus souvent, leurs proches ne peuvent pas et ne veulent plus s’en occuper. La violence au sein des foyers atteint décidément des sommets de paroxysme, les cas de pédophilie également entre autres pour ne citer qu’un exemple précis.”
Près du port du Pirée. Mai 2017
  L’ail… du Pirée. Mai 2017
  Animal adespote. Le Pirée, mai 2017
« Il y a des malades vrais et parfois moins vrais. Depuis un certain temps d’ailleurs les critères sont devenus plus sévères mais au sein des commissions (c’est le taux de 67 % d’handicap qui est « visé » donnant accès à l’allocation !) il y a parfois un certain ‘favoritisme’. Les gens faisaient tout pour que nous acceptions qu’à leurs multiples problèmes de santé, s’y ajoutent ceux présumés liés au terrain psychologique pour ainsi arriver au chiffre de 67 % de handicap et ainsi bénéficier de la fameuse allocation. »
Tous ces gens pensent ainsi avoir trouvé… l’astuce de la survie. Ils n’ont plus de travail, et en Grèce, les indemnités-chômage au-delà d’une période de douze mois après le licenciement n’existent pas, tout comme le RMI/RSA. C’est alors ainsi que les gens… inventent, mais alors jusqu’où ?
Nous avons salué Liana et son univers sur le marché du Pirée, où nous avons pu acheter de l’ail… vieille recette grec supposant agir contre le mauvais œil, toujours sous le regard bien détaché des animaux adespotes (sans maîtres) des lieux et peut-être des dieux grecs.
Étrangetés peut-être bien d’ici ; (Simón) Bolívar, surnommé le Libertador (1783-1830) serait plutôt connu pour être un bar de la Riviera d’Athènes, et quant au poète (finalement) français, Jean Moréas (1856-1910), son buste installé dans le jardin botanique d’Athènes ne rappellerait plus grand chose aux promeneurs de notre temps.
Bolivar… d’Athènes. Mai 2017
  Buste de Jean Moréas. Athènes, mai 2017
“Poète d’expression française, ce fils d’un magistrat grec apprend tout jeune le français avec une gouvernante tandis qu’il suit des études secondaires à Athènes, Jean Moréas” (…) “s’installe définitivement en France à vingt-six ans et, plus tard, se fait naturaliser. À cette époque il est un véritable dandy à l’allure conquérante, qui fréquente le cabaret du Chat noir où se réunissent quelques poètes. Ils vont former le groupe des décadents, et c’est leur influence qui se manifeste dans son premier recueil de vers, ‘Les Syrtes’ (1884), sous la forme d’un satanisme complaisant et d’une préciosité assez artificielle.”, (Encyclopédie Universalis, mai 2017) .
“Dehors hurlent les vents moroses, les vents des vilaines saisons”, écrivait alors Moréas dans son poème “Remembrances”.
Pays aux souvenirs alors inusables pour Stávros, mécanicien naval confirmé, ou pour Liana, infirmière en psychiatrie.
Le tout, sous le regard devenu incontournable de Mimi (alias Joachim), l’animal… suffisamment despote de ce blog.
Mimi, l’animal… despote de ‘Greek Crisis’, mai 2017
  * Photo de couverture: Vers Salamine. Mai 2017
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Once Upon A Winter's Night
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by softfawnbabe
An alternate history where the Bolshevik revolution failed. Mainly just for my own fun, not gonna lie. Though I have based this off of historical facts somewhat, this is not mean to be accurate completely. This is primarily a drama/romance story, NOT a representation of what probably would've happened if the revolution really did fail.
Words: 396, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Anastasia (1997), Anastasia - Flaherty/Ahrens/McNally, The Romanov Family
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Dimitri | Dmitry (Anastasia), Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov Grand Duchess of Russia, Gleb Vaganov, Alexei Nikolevich Romanov, Ileana of Romania, Maria Nikolaevna Romanov, Nikolay Alexandrovich Romanov | Nicholas II of Russia, Nicholas of Romania, Alix of Hesse | Alexandra Feodorovna, Pooka (Anastasia 1997), Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin
Relationships: Dimitri | Dmitry/Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova, Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov Grand Duchess of Russia/Gleb Vaganov, Alexei Nikolevich Romanov/Ileana Of Romania, Gleb Vaganov/Maria Nikolaevna Romanov
Additional Tags: Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Revenge, Imperial Officers (Star Wars), 1910s, Alternate History, Alternate Universe, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Historical Inaccuracy, True Love, Mysticism, Forbidden Love, Love Triangles, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Unrequited Lust, Non-Graphic Violence, Hemophilia, Chronic Illness, Character Death, Family Drama, Family Feels
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