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schleckermaul · 1 year

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drabble — lady sharon's birthday.

THE PAPERS STREWN ACROSS HIS DESK ARE CRUMPLED.

ink, sometimes spilled haphazardly, nonsensical and frantic. it's a picture of despair, carefully tucked away in the safety of break's room, a door locked and a candle lit. he wouldn't have needed it, his eyes not picking up any light, not recognizing even the shape of the sheets of paper. break can't see its flame, and still, there's familiarity in the ritual of it.

a candle lit. a window closed. an ink pen, alongside the box it's kept in. paper, torn and crumpled, with a few sheets still untouched. his trembling hands, struggling to put down the words.

already failing at the first word, the first instance. looking at the attempts, spread before him, break knows the mess they must make.

milad milady lady shar dear sharon, my sh sharon, i'm how have you be happy b

he wipes at his eye, furiously, as something wet hits the paper, the sound of it soaking into the parchment brimming in his ears. he'll run out of them, eventually. this was a stupid idea, he knows it is, knew it the second he sat down to try and start writing. some of the letters are too small to recognize, and he has to press the pen so hard into the paper that it tears, sometimes, just so he can trace over it, check if it's truly visible enough. and when that's managed, he'll be too impatient, trace it before it's dry, ruin the whole thing— how is a blind man supposed to write a letter?

does it matter, even? he died in her arms. he knows. in gilbert's version of the story, she lived a lifetime without him, spent more time without him at her side than with him. and that's a cruel thought, it is. knows the severity of her affections for him, how badly she wanted to walk alongside him. he was just too stupid to see.

to see. there's a brief flash, of a memory of her smile, hazier and blurrier the longer he stays alive. his breath hitches with a sob, break not attempting to bite down on it, his head pounding.

squeezing his eyes shut, he breathes, wheezes, frustrated, before reaching for another paper.

sa sharon, i'm sorry.

he'd tried doing this before, when he was still home. when he was alive. he'd made lists, then, as if writing it down would help, with his ever dwindling focus and strength. his goals, his tasks, what he needed to do before he died. visit lady shelly's grave one more time. have tea with lady sheryl. buy a cake for the raven. leave reim's favourite wine in his office.

apologize.

he'd never done it. never found the time. there was never any time, always something to do.

his fingers, shaky, continue.

it's very roude of me to miss my lady's birthday. i hope reim is preparing an ade a fitting celebration in my absence. and i am so

he can't breathe. his chest hurts, heaves, and it's so much worse than the pain he feels when mad hatter's powers pull blood from his lungs. he wishes, desperately, he could tear it from his chest and toss it aside, but in the here and now, it's the only proof he has of his love for her ever existing in the first place.

tears keep hitting the paper. he leans back, for just a moment, trying to stop them from falling. she's never going to read this. it's a stupid idea. she'll never see him again. she'll live a life without him, she'll bury him and move on, eventually.

(he hears her voice, alongside reim's, calling for him. the way they clung to him as his last breath left him. reim's strong shoulder for him to lean against, as his eyes fluttered close. her hand, tied into the back of his coat, small and warm.

she'd always been so small. so young. how could she ever bear the loss of him, and not lose a piece of herself?)

i am so rry. i never meant to miss any of them. it's unbecoming. lady sheryl would be upset with me. i hope she is well. i hope you ar i hope you are well. i know yo u're not, right now, but i hope also know you will be, so oner or later. you're strong.

so much stronger than he ever gave her credit for, a small hope that's holding him upright enough to not collapse entirely. she was prepared, in some ways, the same way reim was. and still, they weren't. still, they begged him to live, hours before his death.

could they ever have been, really?

you will grow. without me. you will live, without me. you, and rei m. you will lead the rainsworth dukedom, and you will do it wonderfully. i know this, too. you will do we ll.

burying his face in his hand not holding the pen, break makes a small noise, a whimper muffled into his palm. he wipes at his nose, rubs a wet eye.

i'm sorry for leaving.

he'll never be able to fix it. not even if he ever found himself returning. it's a wound too grievous, too significant. maybe, and only maybe, the cycle of a hundred years will be able to mend it, for them to meet after reincarnation. somewhere they won't have to part so soon. sometime he'll be able to remain without guilt.

happy birthday. most affectionately and faithfully yours, your br xerxes break

the paper makes a horrible noise when he crushes it between his palms.

swallowing his next sob, break shakes his head vehemently.

it's for her birthday. he shouldn't be too glum about it. she should smile, reading it, so that he can hear it in her voice, remind himself of how it looked when he could still see.

reaching for another sheet—

he tries again.

#& — drabble .#& — ic .#death mention cw #his own though. lmao #the heaviest amount of grief in this one fellas #also it's officially midnight in america time so #here u go. (inflicts psychic damage)#i'll rb this later as well just bc. i liKE IT

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shadow-the-grinning-inkdemon · 1 year

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Chapter 3

•WARNING GORE•

[As Nelson finds a destroyed door he continues as it leads him to a big area then after a while he hears a loud sound then Nelson finds a 7ft tall ink demon that looks different then the other ink demon then the demon runs away after chasing the demon for a while Nelson chased the demon to a dead end Nelson let the demon know that he wasn't going to hurt him after the demon being hesitant at first the demon finally makes a truce with Nelson and joined his journey to get out of this abounded foundation then the duo encounter shadow leading to a chase once more then they were lead to a hallway with pipes every where the Nelson gets knocked out then he'll wake up to find himself in a safe room Nelson will get up to continue to find a way out]

Aaaahhhhhh....my....f...fucking...Head Nelson says as he waking up, where am I Nelson adds Nelson gets up and looks around the safe room, he see's the 7ft tall ink demon and another person, oh you're awake the stranger says, where am I Nelson says, oh you're safe here the stranger says inky brought you here the stranger adds, the stranger introduced herself and asked Nelson how did he get here, hi my name is Samantha and how did you ended up here Samantha says, idk I just woke up in this place, then as I was find a way out I saw this thing and it chased me Nelson says oh I see you meet shadow the stranger said, so you telling me that shadow is the one wondering around in this abounded place Nelson says, yes he's been wondering around here for a while Samantha says, why is he look like that and why dose he act the way he is Nelson says, I honestly don't know I read some files and it said that shadow was created in a studio where cartoons were made, after shadow being a fail attempt they kept shadow locked in a dark empty room but he had no interest of hurting people he was just like inky scared and alone, but then he went insane and he escaped killing every one at the studio, and this foundation before it went abandoned they found shadow and took him here and these people torture him, after having enough shadow escaped and killed every one in the foundation then after awhile the foundation went abandoned and shadow been wondering in this place ever since. Samantha says what the hell Nelson says after learning about shadow the ink demon he wants to know how to get out of here, so how did you get here Nelson asked, oh I came here to see what this place have to offer, after digging deep into the place, shadow comes out of a ink portal from the floor and grabs me by the leg and drag me down with him later I wake up corrupted by this ink forever, she says in tears Nelson calms her down and makes her feel better, thank you Samantha says you're welcome Nelson says, as they get to know each other Samantha, Nelson, and inky, leaves the safe room to find a way out, the Samantha an inky finds a office and Nelson finds a locked metal, me and inky will search the office and finds a lever Samantha says, I think this will turn on some of the power in this place Samantha says she lift the lever and it turns on some of the power, Nelson realized that the power is on and the locked metal door opens, then shadow comes from behind him and stabs his arm with his extended claws and throws him against the wall, as he was thrown against the wall then his arm is rip off, Nelson screams in pain, while a lot of blood leaks from his arm, as he tried to escape the ink demon, Samantha see's what's going on and try's to find anything that can save Nelson, as Nelson kicks a book shelf on shadow buying him time to escape, but shadow bites down on his leg and throws him against the wall again, then shadow pin him down and stab one of Nelson eye, Nelson screaming in pain like He's never felt before, shadow extend his claws trying to kill Nelson, Samantha finds a alarm system and turns it on, as the alarm sounds off shadow gets up screaming in pain, clawing at his face over and over, while shadow is distracted by the alarm Samantha goes to save Nelson, she drags him to safety, then shadow had enough of the loud Alarm that he ran away from its range destroying everything in its path, Samantha drags him back to the safe room and patches Nelson up, as he lays there Samantha think he didn't make it but Nelson cough, Samantha rushes to him letting him know that he is going to be ok, Nelson smile as he thanks her for saving him, Samantha gets Nelson up and puts him on a bed, as Nelson lays on the bed in pain he slowly closes his eyes and falls asleep

-END OF CHAPTER 3

#my oc story #my story #shadow the grinning ink demon

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cryptiql · 3 years

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untitled god song

pairing: bakugou/m!reader (trans reader in mind you can see it if you squint but can also be read as cis)

words: 2k

warnings: themes of religious trauma, homophobia, mentions of blood, the author projecting their mommy issues

a/n: this is purely self indulgent, don't mind me 😩✋ (written in first person)

i wish i had known him before the pain started. perhaps it is a fools dream to think that his presence would have solved anything, and it is likely that he might blown me sky high at the time, if given the chance, but i often ponder his place in my narrative. he is nothing less than a king—nay, a god—and what else am i to be except his humble servant, adoring him in the only way i've been taught?

i would bruise my knees as i kneel for him, and should he turn me away, i shall be lost and without purpose. but he does not, and instead, he snorts out a laugh and pulls me to my feet, roughly squeezing my cheeks together with a shit-eating grin. he'll tell me a joke i've heard a thousand times, and yet i laugh with him anyways, the pads of my fingers idly tapping the pulse on his wrists.

"dumbass, at least take me out to dinner first."

i never thought i'd ache to hear such a demeaning nickname, but it's like birdsong to my ears, and i long for the myriad of butterflies it provokes.

i would heed his every word like a faithful disciple, and—if i knew he would not use this power for the wrong reasons—carry it out without question. he'll roll his eyes at the notion, far too prideful at the idea of being praised, and card hands through my hair, gripping softly. "right. and if i told you to go to bed before five in the morning, would you listen?"

my smiles are genuine, as they all are with him.

"no." i wish my mother had been more open-minded; more loving to those she claimed were goners. maybe then, i could still call her my mother, and not a snarled version of her first name steeped in vinegar. maybe she could have met him, and maybe she would have keeled over in the process, but that is how we put it "killing two birds with one stone".

he was a fallen angel if ever i saw one—emblazoned in smog and ravenous inferno, the pieces of child-like innocence turning to ash. something happened to him when he was a kid, just as all gifted children, and oh, what a fool i was to let my gaze dawdle on his gorgeous form. but i will never regret it—no, not ever—for there is no such feeling that can compare to his eyes on mine, burning with a mind-fogging intensity.

it was instantaneous, the moment my thoughts turned on me with malicious intent, her voice ringing out like a gunshot.

you'll never be him.

his hand slots with mine perfectly; deliciously warm and comforting in a way i haven't felt in years; and hauls me up, the flecks of dirt and rubble from the road clinging to my jeans.

"watch it, pretty boy. i won't always be here to save you, y'know."

my heart batters against my ribs like a caged bird, screeching and wailing to be set free, and i wonder in a haze if i've died. judgement day must have come early, i think, not realizing that it was spoken aloud until the blonde quirks a brow inquisitively. he does not speak on the matter, but continues on his merry way, leaving my helpless; hopelessly enamored; and praying that we will meet again.

no, i could never be him. but i am like him. he has a sureness in his walk and fervor in the way he talks that is only recognizable when i look in the mirror. and we do meet again. it is a shame, however, that i must burden him with the weight of my past. i remember too often the troubles of my youth, even when all has passed into fleeting memories that haunt me as ghosts do to an abandoned house. yet, i still live in this house, and the ghosts are here to keep me company.

i remember the church, first and foremost; nestled between the barren country road and the outback; a beacon of hope to all those who stood in its doors. the luster of freshly polished wood still sits in my mind, accompanied by the echoing remnants of dulcet tones and multicolored bands of light, glaring from the stained glass windows and dancing across the musty carpet floor. the doddering pews were just as uncomfortable as the poorly padded chairs squatting in the front row, but every sunday, they were filled to the brim with hungry worshippers. they sang praise as though they were starved, but i was too young to understand for what. i am older now, and i still don't understand. all i know is that despite its reputation, the church was a cursed place, and i should never set foot in it again lest i go mad. i remember the creaking stairs which lead downstairs, and the winding halls that reeked of torment where shadows loomed. the paint was corroding and foul, and my conscious always loitered too long on the merlot stain on the ceiling; its origin unknown, but nevertheless urging my stomach to twist with nausea.

i remember the feeling of tall grass grazing my ankles; itching horribly from the old moth-eaten socks i was forced to wear. it had become second nature—running and hiding from my problems, from the church, from her. i shall never know a greater animosity than the likes that my mother encouraged, although unintentionally, with her pressuring views and sickeningly sweet smile. it's fake, and i would know, because ours are the same.

we are too similar, and i am sickened by the fact. will i become the wretched woman she is? will i fail to be the father i've dreamt of being? it is an easy thing to fall prey to haunting questions, and it serves as brain rot for every moment of silence that leaves me clawing at my skin, trying to reap the memory of her touch. then i began to think—about nothing and everything—and it does not stop. i will be kind; unforgivingly so, and without biased judgement; like my mother never was, and i'll make her hate me for it. i will grow in leaps and bounds, not for her sake or for god's, but for mine, as it always should have been. i will drink and curse with reckless abandon and kiss who i damn well please, because in no life does she have have the power to make me something i'm not. why should i feel sorry when the tears she wept were forged by my own blood; by the childhood memories locked away to rot in my subconscious? yes, she has suffered too, but it is through clenched teeth and raw-bitten lips that i must confess this, for her suffering was born in me and grew from a seedling into a thorned flower, nourished by her hatred and mine. she'll tell me the lie of all mothers before her: that she knows best, and i'll never know joy that is not from my savior's gracious hands.

one day, when she lies not with words but in silence, under worm-filled earth and withering pastures, i'll tell her that she was right. i'll tell her, with his hand in mine, that my savior arrived with hellfire in his eyes and fury unrelenting. his tongue holds venom that would make the devil blush, but he tastes of a sinful sweetness that i've drowned in more times than i care to count.

mother you should know, my god is like no other. he has a broad chest and muscles, i attest, that are sculpted like fine marble and smooth to the test.

my god is a man who loves other men, unashamedly; in all that is true; and kisses me like real people do. and i know it sounds silly, and a bit cliché, and he'd surely make a mockery of me if ever he heard, but i love him. i love him as passionately as you she does lord above, and it is a crime in itself how much i crave him, so yes, i will burn for this—not because my mother said so or by the ancient script that foretells it, but because i promise it. i promise to let neither hell or high water deter me from that which gives me life, and i'll do so with a ring.

"you hear that mom?" i'll whisper in the dead of night, his body flushed against mine in the most delightful way; his fingers curled into my nightshirt, pulling me closer as listless mumbles fall from his parted lips. he is dead to the world amid his dream ridden stupor, but still leans into my touch when i smooth back the wild tufts of hair to kiss his forehead.

"i'm gonna marry him." part of me wishes she didn't live on the other side of the planet, just so i could rub it in her face, but i won't give her the satisfaction of seeing me again. i won't let her think she's won, because i know, and katsuki knows, that he and i are one in the same.

i do not know who i should thank for my stubbornness, be it my mother or my father, so i will thank the pain they both caused me, for it made me stronger than they ever could. no, i did not become a better person, because the scars have yet to heal from how deep they cut, and the smell of blood still lingers, and i am angrier than i once was, but i cherish my wounds. the stench of my agony has long since been subdued, and i have learned to swallow the sickness it evokes. and yes, this anger is unhealthy and i've chosen not to purge it from my mind like the weed it is, but how lucky am i to have found one whose malice rivals my own?

the tales of his glory have littered my notebooks in smudged ink. you would hate him, is scrawled messily on the last page, but i only feel giddy with excitement. you would hate him for his spite and his unapologetic behavior, and that is why he's perfect. he's everything you hate about this world, but everything i love.

so when she gets to heaven and asks the angels "why?", they'll tell her it was him who made the devil cry. him, who held me like she should have—could have, if she hadn't terrified me—and who chased the nightmarish visions of her from my weary mind with his callous palms and soft-spoken reassurances. i wish i had known him when we were young; when things were not so simple and i needed a hand to hold; but i suppose we'll have to settle for faded photographs and stories told through the bitter aroma of alcohol. that's more than enough, i muse to myself, legs hooked over his as i rest my head on his shoulder, keening softly at the gentle scrape of his nails on my scalp. his arms wind around my waist as he mutters something along the lines of "i love you", his lips curling into a smile, illuminated by the televisions glow.

so when they ask of my religion, i will think of only him. i will recall the way he looks at me, the sound of my name on his tongue, the feeling of his lips trailing between the valley of my breast; featherlight, cautious and unfitting for a man of his nature. i've written songs of praise, all dedicated to him, and if only he knew, oh how smug he would be. but i love him, i love him, i love him. and when he spins me around like a marionette, it is with overwhelming pride and joy that i tell him this, and with rose hued cheeks and bashful grumbles, he tells me the same. so mother, wherever you are, i hope you know i've found my god.

#💥.katsuki #bakugou x trans reader #bakugou x trans male reader #bakugou x male reader #katsuki bakugou x male reader #male reader insert #mha x male reader #boku no hero x reader #bakugou x you #trans reader

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beybladebladerboy999 · 4 years

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Dia means sun btw.

Lord Diavolo angst.

Maybe OOC LuLu, I just love soft, messy LuLu.

He regrets ever picking you for the exchange program. Because of you his life is ruined. He never planned to share Lucifer with anybody romantically.

Then one day he asked to talk. He confessed he was in love.

With you.

Diavolo cried himself to sleep that night. As he remembered his friends smiling face. Of course he congratulated him and gave him advice while Barbatos prepared a special blend of tea.

He always thought he'd have Lucifer body and soul forever.

He should have never let you come here. You have the brothers in shambles, bowing to your every command.

You have all of them wrapped around your little finger and you don't even realize it. Out of all seven you had to pick Lucifer.

He was always supposed to be his Lucifer. His fallen Morning Star with eyes that shone like fire. Skin as pale as snow, with hair as black and shiny as ink. His Lucifer only belonged to him in name only. He was so beautiful, he deserved better than to be your plaything. Lucifer deserved a Queen's status, he belonged on the throne working with Diavolo side by side.

You see this needed to be revised immediately, that's why he killed you. It was to easy really, wait until you got back to the human world, slip some poison into your water systems, and make sure his Lucy was busy with work all day and night.

Why don't I take your D.D.D Lucifer, it will just distract you. The faster you finish your work the faster you can talk to MC. I'm sure she misses you.

He had to be discrete, if lucifer found out all his love would vanish, so not even you could know your killer. He sent you letter often and texted you, played the nice guy, the supportive friend. Now you were far away in the Celestial realm, forbidden from dating the Morning Star based on your angel status. Of course secretly delivered by Barbatos to Micheal.

Then I gave him my brightest smile and shoved more paperwork into his arms, the arms that should be wrapped around him.

He saved Lilith, he gave him work, a place for him and his brothers to stay. Lucifer should be his, and now he will be, now that your out of the way. Watching from the Celestial realm as your boyfriend cries into his shoulder. His hair loose and his school uniform buttons undone, Diavolo could fell his heart beating.

You were gone, Lucifer was his once more.

The cost well the boys will get over it soon enough, they don't even know who killed you. After all you were a good friend to everyone, his tears were real.

He really would miss you, but you crossed the line when you took Lucifer from him. Maybe he'll come and visit you when Lucifer is wearing his ring. When its safe for his heart to never fell that way about you again.

Diavolo hugged his friend and soothed his heaving sobs.

You see Lucifer loves me , he doesn't hide anything from me. Look at him falling apart on my shoulder, the all mighty Morning Star, reduced to tears and a shadow of himself.

"Diavolo" he whispered

"Yes my Lovely?"

" Does Barb know who killed her?"

He sounded cool, and broken. He sounded like a man who just had his heart shattered.

"An unfortunate accident. Her poison garden had a broken pipe, the poison seeped into the ground into her drinking supply." He sounded mournful as he spoke.

" You know how found she was with her deadly garden Lucifer, that's why she got on with Satan so well, always hungry for information."

Lucifer chocked back a sob.

He told you your obsession would kill you one day, and now look at you. Stuck under his Father's thumb in the blinding white of his old home. At least he could rely on Simeon to keep you safe.

For the first time in his millennia old life Lucifer regretted his fall.

At his back Diavolo smiled, finally mine he thought, finally finally mine.

"This is where you live dearest?" he said. Looking at you in wonder. A small cottage greeted him with flowers blooming around metal gates. A green house in the backyard, filled to brimming with toxic and deadly plants.

he stared at you as you put on little green leather gloves and pointed at every plant, the poison it obtained and what it could do it a humans system. You showed him leaf patterns and squeezed a pokeberry and watched the seeds spill out, showing him the poison as red as blood inside.

"Isn't it wonderful" you asked. You gazed into his eyes, yours were filled with an almost child like wonder as you gazed around your garden. For once you had almost rivaled your boyfriend in Pride. He could practically see the peacock feathers sprouting from your back.

" I just want you to look upon the true irony of your current situation." She smiles as Lucifer plucks a Manchieel apple from the tree and bit down.

"I love you Lucifer" Then she looked up at me threw her long beautiful lashes. I felt the blush creep up my cheeks as my hand rose to meet my chest.

"I love you to MC"

I kissed her then, her lips were full and warm and she was alive. We kissed by the dying sunset, I pulled her flush aganist my chest and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I remember the feeling of utter happiness as I help her aganist me. It was like a tight spring loaded in my heart.

I love you MC, I will always love you.

Lucifer's tears slowly drew to a close as Diavolo hugger him closer. You were always so reckless, always attracted to things that could kill you whether it be plants or your choice of boyfriend. You never had a sense of self preservation, its how you two originally gotten closer.

After he realized Mammon was a horrible human babysitter he slowly faded into the role. Then after your true heritae was revealed, he couldn't stop himself from falling in love with you.

Ha look where that got him. Youe dead and his heart is shattered on the ground.

Even after all those pacts you still went to Celestial, even though your a desecandt of the angel my Father wanted elimanited.

Maybe this is a new tourment from my Father after all, he took away Lilith, and now you.

My darling little MC.

Lucifer was sure his heart would never be put back together again.

He missed your warm touches. Your random notes on his mountains of paperwork, little encouragments and silly heart on sticky notes.

He saved them all.

You come in with snacks or drinks in the dead of night just to remind him to eat.

"How could you possibly love a demon, I'm a failure. A fallen angel." He looked downcast.

You confessed your love fo rthe first time that night. Heart shapped pancakes, on his desk after a particularly long meeting. At the time his first thought was "Beel didn't see these, how odd."

" I love you in spite of that. Lucifer you work hard, you sacrificed your freedom for your family. You work like a slave to because of it. Your so strong. You saved your brother from the dungeon, and bore the burden of greif all these years." YOu looked at him admiration and a touch of saddness.

"'I love you because no matter what you come to face, you better yourself with it." his pride swelled, he took in your flushed face, your sparkling eyes, and your soft hair. He loved you for so long. He pulled you close and kissed away your tears.

Then you fed each other pancakes.

He didn't do any work that night.

The brothers made you a memorial behdn the House of Lamentation. Filled to the brim with roses spelled healthy, and pictures upon pictures from your Devilgram account. Soft teddy bears and the controller you used most when playing with Levi, a tube of your lipstick you accidentally left behind.

Lucifer went their that night, he sat in frount of you and cried himself to sleep. It was almost like losing Lilith all over again.

You were the one to comfort him when you felt like this. When he lost the battle of the darkness inside his heart, but you were gone, and nobody else dared approach him. He felt your absence in the very core of his being, he missed your hands grazing his horns or preening his wings.

" Their like clouds! So fluffy!"

" They were made from clouds dearest" He smiled at you and pulled you onto his lap."

" I miss you MC, my dearest one." A few tears dropped onto your tombstone. He rested his head agaist your picture.

" Lucifer" a soft voice whispered, hiding in the shadows.

"Simeon" Lucifer looked up and saw his friend under the tree. He looked forlorn and...was that dread?

" We need to talk... I have a message from....her"

Lucifer sat up and gracefully walkes towards him. His uniform is covered in mud and he was an indent from your memorial but, he still looked prideful. Even if he didn't feel anything at all.

Simeon looked at him in a pitiful manner.

" She loves you Lucifer, and it wasn't an accident. She said she saw Barbatos, and the cop who was investagating, he was a demon who tried to eat her once. When she was with Satan at the library.

She says he lended over and checked her pulse after she drank the water. He said he was sorry, on all accounts."

Lucifer couldn't speak, he was falling once more in a pit of rage and despair.

" Are you sure?" disbelief coated his voice as he looked upon his best friend and companion.

" She's a mess about it, Barb came over and-" Simeon shuddered. "She's being peppered with questions about everythibg from Micheal, she saw a few of her deceased pets and started crying, she won't leave them be" he chuckled slightly.

Lucifer felt a stab of betrayal, but he also felt a sense of purpose.

"Thank you Simeon" he said cooly, buttoning up his unofrm, tying his belt, fixing his medals."Give MC my love from now until the end of eternity." Lucifer walked cooly back to your memorial. He touched your smiling face and took out his D.D.D.

The Demon Brothers (6) New (7)

Lucifer- Family meeting in the dining room, Five minutes

He shut off his phone and walked back into the house.

" Your so strong Lucifer."

"Your so beautiful"

" You'll always be my angel."

" I love you, and I'll always love you."

Lucifer stared at his brothers' gathered in he dining hall. He tuned out their questions and held up his hand.

He stood up the chair moving soundlessely on the carpet.

He placed his hand over the R.A.D badge, then he ripped it off. The stitches popping and metals clanging on the table.

He threw it to the floor.

"Who here wants to start a rebellion."

Yay my first aganst! So who wins that's up to you! Comment please I love reading them.

This is my girlfriend's story and I wanted to post it here and she let me so go check it out on wattpad

@sparkleshinegreen

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey lucifer #agnst #fluff #to be continued #lucifer x reader #oc mention #death #murder #fanfiction

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