#some of us want to be chained up and tormented by him for all eternity

[angellayercake]

if you aren't just plain jealous of how obsessed raphael is with hope then you are probably not meant for devil loving

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael the cambion #some of us want to be chained up and tormented by him for all eternity #and that is okay #it's also ok if you don't want that #but let's not pretend that one of the attractive things about him isn't how awful he really is

[jegonriver]

Part 2 of my Raphael notes and observations from combing over the House of Hope, be warned these may be spoiler-ish:

There's a copy of the DnD-verse K*ma S*tra in his boudoir, I cant remember what its called tho its like quarta serto or something.

There is an eternal debtor that worships Raphael's used chamberpot. There's an action to 'use' it but tbh I was not interested in trying it out.

There is a voyeur eternal debtor that Raphael instructed to always stand outside the boudoir and watch what goes on inside but never to join. She seems pretty into it.

Most of the plaques, scrolls, books etc suggest he has a strong sense of justice and a love of rules and laws which makes sense.

As a child, Gortash was sold by his parents to Raphael to pay a debt and he was kept in the prison and regularly beaten until he escaped.

Signs letters and instructions with 'R'

Has a 100 chapter book he's written of what is essentially fanfiction-esque imaginings he has of different in which he is coronated Archdevil Supreme, one of which is of course the scenario in which you give him the crown. The book describes some different chapters as being written as though they are historical fact, others as imagined futures.

One book describes how he himself created the Orphic Hammer to be able to break any infernally created chains.

Korilla has transcribed two scrolls of conversations Raphael has had with Hope. The first of which he askes Hope to sing him a nursery rhyme. The example he gives her when Hope is confused is a suggestive rhyme.

"Little Miss Teffle, sat on her kettle, steam blowing between her lips. Along came her oven, in need of some loving, and soon she had scalded hips."

Hope sings for him a nursery rhyme from her childhood and when the song ends Raphael sighs contentedly. He's so pleased he offers her the opportunity to be master of her own fate as a reward. She calls him "Sweet Raphael" and then tells him to eat shit. He responds with what sounds like genuine shock/disappointment "But..." and Korilla describes him as looking at Hope with immense "longing and hate", then implies she'll be punished.

In the 2nd transcription Raphael torments Hope with a jar filled with nightmares. Before doing so he says "Serve me then! Damn your pride and serve me with your whole heart!" She still says no, and he is disappointed and calls her naughty.

Oh also, he calls Hope by the pet name Sweetling, describes her as "my tenacious petal clinging to the flower despite winter, nature, and all common sense", and he also calls her 'dear one'

If you talk to Korilla she says Hope is Raphael's 'favourite toy', Raphael offered Hope "the world, but she didnt want it. He sweetened the deal; she said no. No matter how many times he upped the ante, she just laughed in his face. He didn't like that."

Korilla goes on to say "Eventually, he took her by force. Trapped her and swore he wouldn't let her go 'til she gave him what he wanted."

#bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate 3 spoilers #bg3 raphael #bg3 hope #bg3 Korilla #house of hope #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 raphael #bg3

[maironsbigboobs]

For @dorcuartholweek

The Labour of My Love

(Gen, Beleg/Túrin, 1.1k, No Archive Warnings)

Túrin is taken to Angband, and Beleg makes a choice.

It's not the one he thinks he's making.

The ground here is rough and sharp and his feet are bloody. He has walked for so long. Since Amon Rûdh he has walked, on the trail of the Orc pack that held the dearest thing to him in all the world. But they are ever one step ahead of him, and he cannot catch them. In the forests of Dorthonion he lost track of them, but it does not matter. There is only place they would bring Túrin, dead or alive, and so now he has come to the gates of Angband themselves. 

He is alone. He has only Belthronding, Anglachel lost in the dark woods of Dorthonion, Dailir broken in two. Only death could possibly await him inside those walls. 

Death, and Túrin.

But Beleg cannot not turn back now, even as dread sinks further into his bones. As Lúthien had done so will he. He has no song and no magic, but his love for Túrin was as great as hers, and he will succeed.

Somewhere in the dark cells, he imagines his lover beaten and bloody. He imagines the cruel sting of torment at the hands of the horrors that lurk here. And his sweet Túrin is stubborn and proud. He will not hold his tongue for the sake of saving himself. Beleg despairs. 

Somehow, he reaches the dark throne room alive. Is it good luck, or simply that he has some other, pre-ordained, doom? He doesn’t think the difference matters anymore.

The doors are five times as tall as the ones that guard Menegroth’s throne room, but they open without a touch and without the slightest sound. The hall is so dark even Beleg’s sharp eyes cannot see. But he takes a step. Another and another, until out of the darkness a shape rises. 

“Thou hast reached us at last, hunter.”

His legs tremble. The voice is light with amusement, yet full of malice, the pure power in it threatened to overwhelm Beleg, as if Morgoth could command him to die with a single word. His doubts swim to the front of his mind: run, run now and live and leave Túrin to whatever awful fate awaits him.

No. No. He stands firm. It is better that he dies with a clear conscience. He turns his gaze up to see Morgoth’s face, but in the glittering glow of the remaining Silmarils, he can only see the void of his eyes. 

“Hast thou misplaced thy voice?”

“I have come for the life of one whom I love. Túrin, son of Húrin.”

Morgoth laughs; Beleg thinks he can hear more laughter, shriller, and he wonders what else - who else - lurks in the darkness. 

“Is that so?”

Beleg hears the challenge in the words: Morgoth thinks him a fool for coming here, for daring to make demands of a Vala. Beleg agrees with him. He is a fool, but he is a fool driven by love. This is the kind of quest that songs are made of - whether he succeeds or fails, his trying was testament to the strength of his love, and that was what would be remembered. He swallows the fear in his throat.

“I do not mean to deceive you - I am no enchantress like those who have come before me. I will make a trade.”

It is a fair trade he means to offer. A life for a life. The thought of his own death does not frighten him. He has lived many long ages. Túrin has so little time; Beleg will gladly trade his eternity so that Túrin might live to see his own years to their full height, whether they will number ten or fifty.

Morgoth is silent. There is the clanking of chains, a soft, pained groan and the grunt of someone lifting something heavy. The room explodes into red light, torches bursting to life at Morgoth’s desire.

“Túrin!” He wants to run to his side, but he is rooted to the spot. He does not know if it is fear or enchantment that holds him in place. But Turin is there, chained and unconscious. There is blood on his face. Beleg’s heart constricts. But he is alive. “Oh, Turin.”

All doubts cease. Beleg’s faith is renewed; as Lúthien has done, so will I. Though his heart is set, his mouth is still dry, tongue heavy as he reluctantly turns his gaze back to Morgoth. His words fight their way out.

“I have no jewel to offer; no dance or song to entertain or enchant you. But I will offer something else - myself, in his place. If it is a prisoner you want, surely one of the Firstborn is a sweeter prize than a mortal boy.”

Morgoth laughs again  and the sound freezes Beleg’s blood. He tries to not choke on it. 

“So quickly thou offer thyself. I might almost call you eager. Thou art no prize, Cúthalion, only a soldier playing at nobility.” Morgoth gloats. One hand, grey as ash, stretches out and curls a clawed finger under Túrin’s chin. Túrin groans, and a dribble of blood drips from his mouth. “But thou art amusing in thy arrogance. I will keep thee. Kneel.”

Relief floods him. He expected bartering, begging, pleading. He expected Morgoth to demand more, to ask for something terrible. He has hunted Túrin too long to give him up so easily.

But Beleg is not ungrateful. Perhaps Elbereth’s light shines on his luck.

So he kneels.

It is done. A deal is made and he cannot go back.

Morgoth raises his ashen hand, and chains drop from Túrin’s arms. The guard beside him lets him fall to the floor, and binds Beleg’s hands with the shackles instead. The metal is so cold. 

“Give him a kiss, elf. It will be your last.”

Beleg cannot stand with the weight of the chains, but he crawls instead, gathering Túrin’s body in his arms. He is pale, bloody, and when he opens his eyes, he looks up at Beleg without recognition. Elbereth, what have they done to him?

“Túrin…” He leans down and brushes a dark curl from Túrin’s face. Then, tender as the dawn, he brushed a kiss against his lips.

Túrin dissipates in his arms. Morgoth’s haunting laughter echoes through the hall, then more laughter; the hall opens up to reveal the host of Angband’s generals, watching in glee as Beleg stares at his empty arms, his heart sinking. He should have known: it was all too easy.

“Enjoy thy new home, Cúthalion. Let us hope thy lover is not as rash as thee.”

In the deep woods of Dorthonion, an escaped thrall guides a weeping man through the shadows.

#turleg #dorcuarthol #dorcuartholweek #beleg #turin #my fic #turin is actually not very present here he's a bit ahem tied up #also: breaking my turleg virginity with angst as jirt intended #yes yhe title is from a imagine dragons song

[blood-redivy]

@xavier-lennon​

This punishment was Xavier’s personal hell. The damage and invisible scars of emotional abuse were very difficult to heal and memories imprinted on the minds and heart take time to be restored. He was usually good at keeping his trauma at bay. He kept himself busy with exercise, with checking in on his friends, and even when there was noting else to do, there were his studies to focus on.

The man had lost his sense of time at what seemed like 3 days ago. Funnily enough, the initial beatings had been no problem at first. He was used to such torment. What was unfamiliar to him was the power of his mind. With his ears deafened and his eyes blinded, he was completely alone now, living in the heavily populated solitude of his mind. It was a harum-scarum of infinity and eternity, and infinity and eternity seemed to take a liking to the likes of him. The darkest aspects of his past came in flashes at first – the killing, the heat, the almost-deaths – but soon, with nowhere else to go, those thoughts captured him fully. What was a man supposed to do when he was dead to one world and imprisoned in the other? Suddenly, each strike felt like a blow to his integrity, maybe like a punishment he deserved. He was flawed too.

Xavier’s head shot to the other side as someone’s hand made contact with it. Of course, he had not seen it coming. How could he? He felt defenceless, like a man cowering before a God that he never believed in. “Please…” In all his time at the Institute, he had not begged even once. “Please don’t-“

Ivy did have a respect for Xavier, and it was partially why she was pleased that the blindfold was on.  Before, on the rental, she had to be a bit sneaky with it.  Even now, she didn’t want to risk giving herself away.  But she wanted to push her limits, make sure that even though they spent time together, and it wasn’t horrible, she wasn’t... well, she wasn’t the kind of mistress that was chained up alongside them, for a reason.  And she wanted to make sure to herself she knew that.  That touch was important, though, and she couldn’t give herself away.  The Ivy Xavier knew probably wouldn’t do that, but this was different.  Still, she couldn’t entirely bring herself to pick up a paddle, or a whip, when she had her own powers to give a unique torment.  But everyone was getting so physical, and she didn’t think she wanted to head in that direction.  He deserved a break, of some sort, and she smirked as she thought of how to give it to him.  It started just with a little extra heat between his legs, as if the sun was just shining a little too much, before turning into a very slight, almost able to be missed, vibration.  Small, and slow, that was key to a proper build up.

#xavier #spring punishment 2023 event #moved to a new thread for tracking!

[michaelmilligan]

Endverstober Day 25: Devil

(explanation post) (compilation post)

The throne they had built for him on Earth was uncomfortable. Maybe it was because it was made from stone, or maybe Lucifer just wasn't used to sitting with a vessel, but he kept adjusting his position on the damn thing, only to get even more uncomfortable.

Setting up shop in a dilapidated monastery might have been a mistake. Of course, they'd properly desecrated the place before using it as a base of operations. Otherwise, his demons wouldn't even have been able to enter it without experiencing severe pain. But unfortunately, the spilled blood and the screams of their victims didn't make this damn throne any nicer to sit on.

There were still some humans there, Lucifer contemplated, tugging on a chain and getting a whimper out of one. He could use one of them as a cushion, or at least part of them. A pillow made from human skin and innards – there was a Divine Design.

(Had Lucifer killed a few hours watching HGTV? Maybe. If anyone asked, he'd been doing important work, catching up with humanity in the twenty-first century. Besides, Ramsey had liked the moving pictures.)

“My Lord?”

Lucking up from the humans, Lucifer saw Meg, her head held high but with concern all over her face. That didn't bode well. She was one of his most loyal and competent minions, one of the few he could count on to only come to him with important matters that she couldn't fix on her own.

“What is it, child?”

She swallowed, then straightened her posture impossibly more. “There are more... complaints, my Lord.”

“Ah.” Lucifer suppressed a sigh. “Bring them in.”

She nodded gravely, then led some other demons into the room, side-eyeing them before they even started talking.

“What do you want?” Lucifer asked them, pretending to be bored, even though the sight of half a dozen demons all scowling made him tense.

Before all this, he would have barely given them another thought. But his powers were failing, and he was tethered more and more to his vessel, having to rely on its natural strength. Sam Winchester was a strong and sturdy vessel, of course, but he was still only human.

Except for the whole psychic thing, but Lucifer hadn't tapped into that yet at all.

“My King.” One of the demons stepped forward and gave a slight bow.

Considering what they were about to do, that was almost insulting.

“Go on. Speak,” Lucifer told them, eyes boring into those of the demons. They squirmed, much to his satisfaction.

“Earth sucks,” another demon spoke up, getting a glare from the first one. But he just continued on. “There's barely any humans left and there's freaking zombies everywhere.”

The others nodded.

“This isn't the kingdom you promised us,” someone said.

“Oh? It's not?” Lucifer uncrossed Sam's long legs and got up, still towering over everyone else even as he stepped down from his throne. “What did I promise you?”

The demons threw each other nervous looks as he came closer, but one of them raised his chin, standing firm. “Eternal torment. A world where we can be as cruel and horrible as we want.”

“Hm. And that's not this world?” Lucifer asked thoughtfully as he stopped directly in front of the brave demon who dared speak up to him.

“N-no,” the demon said, flinching when Lucifer touched his cheek. But he only trailed a finger over it, almost like a caress.

“You poor things. I haven't been caring for you good enough, have I? Not enough prey in your enclosure?”

The demon frowned, and glanced towards his compatriots, but before any of them could open their mouth, Lucifer had already curled his hands around the demon's throat and started squeezing.

“Not enough death, and maiming? Too bad,” he said conversationally, as the demon choked. “Guess we better give you something to remember today.”

The demon's mouth dropped open as he gurgled, and then black smoke started pouring out.

“Oh no no,” Lucifer said, eyes flashing as he forced the demon back into his vessel. He may be growing weaker, but he could still do this. “You wouldn't want to miss all the fun, would you?”

The other demons gasped, and Lucifer saw blades gleaming in the candlelight that filled the room.

Before one of the complainers could strike, though, there was a choked sound, and then a head hit the floor, followed by a body. Meg stood over the decapitated demon with a detached expression and a streak of blood on her face.

She was beautiful like this, Lucifer thought.

The other demons started yelling, in shock and in anger, but it soon turned into agonized screaming as Lucifer and Meg killed them, too. Even Ramsey got up from the half-eaten legs of a human prisoner to join the action.

In the end, the only sounds were the dripping of blood on stone tiles, and the crunching of bones as Ramsey snacked on the demons' dead vessels.

The serenity of the moment was broken, though, when the clicking of heels echoed from the walls. Lilith stopped upon seeing the carnage, blood and guts still spilling onto the floor.

“Seriously?” she asked, pursing her lips.

“They had some complaints,” Lucifer told her, and she rolled her eyes.

“Keep going like this and you'll have killed every last demon on Earth in a week.”

Lucifer glanced at Meg. “Not every demon.”

“Whatever.” Lilith gestured towards Meg. “Clean that up, will you?”

Meg's eyes flitted to Lucifer before she nodded, and walked towards the door. Either to get some cleaning supplies, or to get someone to do it for her, Lucifer supposed.

“Wait,” he said, and she stopped near the doorway, turning back to him. “Keep the blood.”

Both Lilith and Meg raised their eyebrows at him.

Lucifer put a hand on his vessel's chest. “Little Sammy here got his rocks off with demon blood. Haven't you ever wondered what it would do for me?”

“Can't say that I have,” Lilith said, pursing her lips again.

“I'll make sure to preserve whatever is salvageable,” Meg said, always he good little worker bee. “But my Lord... you shouldn't have to drink scraps from the floor. We can just get you a fresh batch.”

Lucifer felt his mouth pulling into a grin as his eyes came to rest on her. “And that is why you're my favourite.”

#Endversetober #Lucifer SPN #Meg Masters #Demons SPN #Quick writing

[dark9896]

Day 14 [Leo/ Zapp/ Chain]

Prompt: "This is killing you!"

Leo

The frown Leo had was becoming a bit too pronounced for your liking. Sure, he knew you were a more reckless kind of person, that your skills are basically why Libra kept sending you off to do dangerous stuff. But he could see the curse you were keeping under wraps. He promised to keep it secret but...

"This is going to kill you [Name]!"

You really wished he wouldn't have started this in front of everyone, "I'll be fine Leo. I've survived worse."

Leo almost growled, making Klaus worry and intervene.

"[Name], is everything alright?" You were getting trapped into revealing this, "Is there a deeper injury you haven't told us about?"

"No, I'm perfectly fine Klaus." Though you weren't so sure of that yourself in all honesty, "Its just this last time was a bit much and I've been limping a little on sore heels after relaxing for so long. Its nothing I haven't dealt with before and Leo's just over exaggerating."

Leo frowned harder, if that was even possible, and started tapping his foot, "So sue me for being worried. I can't help it."

.

.

Zapp

You didn't like sitting in the hospital listening to Zapp flirt with the nurses like this. But you also didn't have the courage to say anything about liking him as more than a friend. So self-torment it is.

Though the way you were crossing your arms and scowling wasn't lost on Zapp. While the two of you weren't involved, you were roommates and had been friends for what felt like an eternity. He knew when you were pissed over something.

"What's eating you this time Nacho?"

You clicked your tongue, "This is the fifteenth time this month you landed yourself in the hospital Peño."

"So what? No one said you gotta show up every time ya know."

The glare you gave him made Zapp recoil a little. But he wasn't going to back down from this. Yeah, he liked the company, but he didn't need you to stick around like this all the time.

"Well spit it out already."

"This is gonna kill ypu one of these days."

"So? Why do you care?"

"Because I love you Dip Stick."

Zapp sat there blinking, but the steadily deepening red across your cheeks was no mistake. He hadn't stopped long enough to think about you like that, given you were so stubborn about genuine relationships and all that. Friends sure, but Zapp knew what you wanted from a relationship didn't match his life style at all.

"Not like it'll ever matter." You stood up to leave, unable to take the silence, "Still hurts to see you like this all the time. Knowing your job will kill you if some random chic doesn't get to you first."

Zapp was too dumbfounded to stop you or keep flirting with the nurses checking on him.

Chain

Chain finally answered her phone after what her boss explained to you. Having to find out through third degree like this was bad enough. But for her to up and almost wipe out her existence to the point where you wouldn't even remember her at all was too far.

"Chain here."

"What the hell?" Your voice was absolutely cracked from emotional strain, "I called like a dozen times and had to ask your boss where you were!"

"Okay, first off, I'm sorry. I should've told you about the emergency mission I was needed for." Chain waved her hand down as if she were talking to you in person, "Second, I wasn't going to go that far. It was close, but I pulled out at the last second--"

"THAT DOESN'T MATTER!" You were beside yourself with how calmly she was talking, "THIS JOB IS GONNA KILL YOU IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE!"

"[Name]!" Chain tried breaking through your rant, "Its fine! I had the situation under control. Please, calm down."

"CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN!" You screeched, "YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN? I ALMOST LOST YOU AND WOULDN'T EVEN HAVE MEMORIES OF YOU! DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!"

Chain sighed quietly. The best thing she could do was wait for your anger to ride out on its own. And hope that you'd let her make this up to you with a night in. Some Ghibli movies and no phones type of thing.

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #leonardo watch #zapp renfro #chain sumeragi #angstuary 2023

[xxxtyty]

As the cool, damp earth squelched beneath my heels, I could feel the weight of my chains dragging me forward like an exhausted dog. My hands were bound tightly behind my back, my wrists raw and aching from the iron grip of the metal. My once-majestic crown had been ripped from my head, its jewels scattered like broken glass upon the forest floor. The soldiers of the rival king marched me through the dense woods, their rough hands and weapons at the ready, as if I were some wild animal that might suddenly lash out and attack.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of humiliation and torment, we emerged from the trees onto a clearing. There, before me, stood the rival king himself, his throne of polished black stone towering over the crowd of onlookers. His dark eyes glinted with triumph as he surveyed his captive. Without a word, he gestured for me to be brought forward. My legs wobbled as I stumbled forward, the chains rattling ominously.

The soldiers roughly pushed me to my knees in front of the throne. I felt the cold steel of a sword press against my neck, reminding me of my vulnerability. The rival king leaned forward, his breath hot against my ear. "So," he drawled, "you thought you could take what wasn't yours, didn't you?" He gave a cruel laugh. "Well, now it's time for you to pay the price."

Guards on either side of me grasped my shoulders and tugged, forcing my body upright. My breasts strained against the thin fabric of my shift as their calloused hands groped and squeezed. I wanted nothing more than to slap them away, to regain some semblance of dignity, but I knew that would only earn me a brutal punishment.

With a flourish, the rival king drew back his arm, revealing a gleaming dagger. "I am going to enjoy this," he purred, his voice laced with malice. He reached out and slowly, deliberately, began to cut away the fabric of my shift. The cool air caressed my bare skin as the material fell away, revealing more of my body with each tear.

I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of humiliation wash over me as I was stripped naked before the entire court. The king continued his brutal assault on my modesty, tearing away the last remnants of my clothing until I stood before him completely exposed. His gaze raked over my body, taking in every inch of my skin.

"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to breed with a man... and a woman, all at once," he mused aloud, his voice laced with lust. He reached out and roughly cupped my breasts in his hands, squeezing them roughly. "And you, my dear, are the perfect specimen to test out my theory."

He stood up, towering over me, and roughly pushed me forward until I was kneeling at his feet. "Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice a low growl. I felt a tremor of fear and revulsion course through my body as I obeyed, spreading my legs wide apart. "That's it," he purred, running his hands up and down my thighs, his touch cold and cruel. "You see, I'm not just going to use you as a breeding mare, I'm going to enjoy you too."

The king reached down between my legs, his fingers rough and demanding as they parted my folds. I gasped as his touch found my most sensitive spot, his thumb roughly circling my t-dick. "You like that?" he taunted, his voice a low rumble. "You like feeling your master touch you there?"

My t-dick throbbed in response to his touch, growing harder as I felt the familiar tug of arousal. "Yes," I managed to choke out, my body betraying me despite my will to resist. "Please, stop."

The rival king's dark eyes flashed with amusement. "Oh, I'm not going to stop," he purred, his fingers continuing their relentless assault on my most sensitive spot. "I'm just getting started." He leaned forward, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "You see, I've been dreaming of this moment for so long... of claiming you as my own. Breeding you."

His fingers were merciless, teasing and taunting my t-dick, driving me closer and closer to the edge of release. My body arched helplessly into his touch, desperate for release, but he seemed to take pleasure in my suffering. "Ahhh, you're so close," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "Just let go... give in to the pleasure."

I felt a shudder run through me as his thumb found my most sensitive spot once again, circling relentlessly. "Please," I begged, my voice ragged and hoarse. "I can't take any more."

But the rival king only smiled, his dark eyes glittering with cruelty. "Oh, you'll take it," he assured me, his fingers tightening their grip on my t-dick. "You'll take everything I give you, and you'll beg for more."

With that, he roughly pulled my t-dick into his hand, wrapping his fingers around it and beginning to stroke in a long, hard rhythm. My body arched in response, pleasure and pain intertwining as his grip grew firmer, his touch more demanding. I felt a shudder run through me, the sensation building and building until I could no longer contain it.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" I cried out, my body convulsing as release crashed over me in a wave of bliss. My t-dick throbbed in his hand, hot cum spilling over his fingers and down onto the cool marble floor. I felt utterly exposed and used, my body still quivering from the intense sensations that had coursed through me.

The rival king leaned forward, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "There now, that's what I've been waiting for. That's what happens when you belong to me." He slowly withdrew his hand, relishing in the feel of my spent cum on his skin. "I think it's time I claimed you properly."

He stood up, towering over me, and roughly pushed me onto my back. With a cruel smile, he unbuckled his belt and let it fall to the floor. His cock, already hard and throbbing, sprang free from his trousers. In one swift movement, he positioned himself between my spread legs, the head of his dick pressing against my opening.

"You're going to feel so full," he growled, his dark eyes boring into mine. "So owned." With a force that made me cry out in pain, he thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deep inside me. I arched my back, feeling the thick length of him stretch me beyond anything I'd ever known. "Oh yes," he hissed, "you're taking it all."

His thrusts became faster, harder, each one pushing him deeper inside me. I felt the hot, salty liquid of his seed spilling into me with each stroke, claiming me as his own. He gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he used my body for his pleasure. I could feel my insides clenching around him, trying to hold on to his cock as he relentlessly pumped it inside me.

"That's it," he growled, his eyes blazing with lust. "Let me take everything from you." His hands moved to my shoulders, digging into my flesh as he held me down, his body pressing against mine with a force that made it difficult to breathe. His hips slammed against me, driving his cock deeper still, and with each thrust, I felt myself falling further under his spell.

The pain mingled with the pleasure, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other. I tried to beg him to stop, to let me catch my breath, but the words caught in my throat and came out garbled and incoherent. I arched my back, feeling the familiar tingle in my spine as I neared the edge of orgasm.

"That's it," he growled, his thrusts becoming even faster and harder. His hips slammed against me, driving his cock deeper inside me with each stroke. "Let go," he whispered, his hot breath fanning across my ear. "Give in to it."

I felt my body tensing, the familiar sensation building up inside me. I tried to resist, to hold back, but his words, his touch, it was all too much. I could feel the orgasm welling up inside me, threatening to break free at any moment.

"Yes," he growled, sensing my impending release. "Let it happen." His thrusts grew even harder, his hips slamming against me with a force that left me breathless. His hands dug into my shoulders, holding me down as he took control of my body and my pleasure.

My orgasm crashed over me in a wave of pure bliss. I arched my back, my muscles tensing as I cried out his name. He felt it too, sensing the change in my body, and his own climax followed quickly behind. With a final, brutal thrust, he emptied himself deep inside me, his hot seed filling me up completely.

As he finally pulled out, he collapsed on top of me, their weight pressing me into the cold, hard floor. His breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to catch his own breath. I felt his lips move against my ear, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. His weight was crushing me, but I didn't have the strength to push him off.

[hope-breath]

MEN.

Today I want to speak to Men. Most men like to show off in different ways. From the time they are boys they usually want to show off in different ways. 1. Some men show off in fashion (Clothes, shoes, chains etc.) 2. Some men show off in sports. 3. Some men show off in body building/muscle building. 4. Some men show off in haircuts, hairstyles etc. 5. Some men show off in expensive things they have (Cars, Bikes etc.) 6. Some men show off through smoking cigarettes, cannabis, drinking alcohol and using drugs. But have you ever considered: you wake up every day, prepare yourself and travel to your place of work in peace, safety and security. You then spend your day in your workplace in peace, safety and security. You then travel back home in peace, safety and security and find your family well. The day ends and the process starts tomorrow and this happens daily, weekly, monthly, yearly and in decades. ALL these is because of God’s Grace to you: that you can live your life in peace, safety and security. The Scriptures say we should remember God when we are young in years before the days come when we have grey hair and our strength is gone. The devil’s plan is to use you all your life and eventually he will be happy to see you tormented in hell. According to Scriptures God’s Plan is different, He is not wanting that any Man to perish but to come to repentance and have Eternal Life. (2 Peter 3:9). Submit to Christ today that He may be the leader of your life. You can submit to Christ today and let Him lead your life right Now wherever you are. Would you like to Submit to Christ today and give Him your Heart and Life? If yes, Pray this Prayer Sincerely: Heavenly Father, I have sinned against you and against others. I confess this sin. I ask that you receive me back as your Child to live with you forever. I believe that you have punished my sins in your Son Jesus and that now they have been removed from me as far as the east is from the west. Make me pleasing to you now. Put the robes of righteousness on me. Give me your Holy Spirit and fill me so that you can produce peace, joy, love, kindness, gentleness and purity in my life. For i ask it in the name of Jesus Christ, my new Saviour and Lord. Amen Now that you have made Jesus your Lord and Saviour, Begin your Journey with the Lord, by joining a Bible–believing Church and fellowship with other Believers regularly. You will be helped by other believers in knowing God more and you will become a Strong Believer. If you prayed this prayer and would like help in finding a Local Church or material to help you Grow in your Faith in God email us at: [email protected] Facebook: Hope Breath Twitter: Hope Breath Tumblr: Hope Breath

[mightyishisname]

The Weakest chains, The mightiest God

IMPORTANT READ Some of you were locked in a dark cell, cruelly confined behind bars, punished for denying God's word for turning your back on the high God's counsel - A hard sentance, and your hearts so heavy, and not a soul in sight to help. Then you called out to God in your desperate condition; he got you out in the nick of time. He led you out of your dark, dark cell, broke open the jail and led you out. So thank God for his Marvelous love; for his miracle mercy to the children he loves; He shattered the heavy jailhouse doors, he snapped the prison bars like matchsticks! PSLAM 107 17-22 MSG

God doesent want you to suffer in your cell with whatever that cell may be filled with for he loves everyone, believer, or non believer. Whether it be depression, anxiety, lust, addiction, pride, death, mental health, physical pain, spiritual battles. Whatever it is you may be going through, it's okay to turn to God in your times of despair and use him as your last resort because it was in those times of desperation that God reveals himself to the unsaved the most. When I was an addict , I knew about God but I never followed him, I went astray and denied him, many upon many times. The devil confirmed his identity within me and I just went along with it, thinking about how I was better then everyone else for being who I've become in the enemy. But God had a different plan for me. One night in my jail cell, I knew the odds were not good on getting out spiritually or physically from either cell. But God had the upper hand over satan and came rushing to me, he sat with me, wrapped what felt exactly like real human arms around me as I sat there weeping with my hands in my face. I could feel the care, the love, the compassion, and mainly the spirit FLOW throughout my entire body. I immediately stopped crying , repented, asked for him to come into my heart again and got up onto my feet and began singing hymns and praise and reciting old scripture I had forgot I memorized before my addiction started. It was all coming back, he was back. And the enemy had no control anymore. When I should have stayed for a week and then shipped off to who knows where , the very next day, i was released and set free. Friends, it doesent take much to be saved ,all we need to do is simple. Call, or cry out to Jesus; repent, confess, and ask him into your heart so that you in christ are set free. If you have been hurt in the past by false faith from religion, or that your family has forced you into a what seemed like the dark side of Christianity, I understand and so does God. But know that Christianity isn't religion, HE TRAMPLES RELIGION/SATAN UNDER HIS MIGHTY FEET and wants to have a relationship with you. There has been many times I thought I can do life on my own and then failure after failure occurs, depression kicks in, anxiety rapidly flood my lungs. The lust for having someone in bed with me heightens, the pain of this world falls on my shoulders and I become like frodo carrying the ring in mordor.

We Don't have to live this way friends, it is up to us to throw away our past or things or people who have deeply hurt us and damaged our mindset on faith and Christianity, and take up our own cross . Wouldent you much rather carry your own cross through this life, knowing trials will be ahead but that God is with you forever and ever and then celebrate with him etenally in heaven? Or would you rather party and drink and manifest demons within you and destroy everything God has made you to be in this life, only to spend eternity with the enemy in a place that has no breath, no food, no salvation, no love, and just pure tormentation. The choice is your friends. What will you decide?

[bye-bye-sunbird]

Temple of Gold - Yan!Zhongli x Priestess!Reader x Yan!Osial

This is part of the "Spoil of War" series collection. You can find the masterlist for this series here and the first chapter here.

Notes: I am so sorry for taking this long to update, but here it is at last!! I hope you all enjoy it. And BTW... WE'VE REACHED 500 FOLLOWERS! I am honestly so grateful to each one of you, and I'll be planning some way to celebrate! My heart is full of love and gratitude TuT <3 <3

Credits: @violeteyesofevergarden for letting me vent ideas to her, honestly, you have been such a crucial part of this series and I am so grateful for your help TUT!

Warnings: General dark and yandere themes, isolation, nightmares and manipulation. No beta, we die like Rex Lapis.

Word count: 1,231.

art by: @Almoonnn_7

"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself." ― Oscar Wilde.

The tempest that lashed the walls of Guizhong's Shrine did not seem to faze the Overlord of the Vortex, the distinguished lines of his face remained indifferent to the touch of the icy water. Everything about him gave the impression that he was used to the world subjugating to his will. His tall figure melted into the darkness around him, as if it belonged to him and obeyed his commands.

You remain immobile to his relentless advance, your feet nailed to the ground and your arms protecting your body. The icy wind turned the raindrops into razors that attacked you mercilessly, but your eyes remained defiant. You were afraid to give in to a monster like him, devoid of all gentleness and the very picture of everything that stood against your principles. You close your eyes, trying to compose yourself as you feel his lips nearing your neck. It's then that you feel a strange warmth surround your silhouette, and you breathe in a familiar scent.

By the time you open your eyes, a soft, gentle breeze sways the beautiful blooming glaze lilies, all in ghostly silence. A chain of unbridled musings lashes at your mind as you wake from yet another trance. The hours you had dedicated to mourning had been transformed into torments by Osial, who in dreams taunted your devotion with strange visions of sin. You wanted to lock them up, prevent them from appearing in your thoughts again. Wrap them in shrouds and deliver them to the river if need be, let the waters drown them for all eternity.

When you look down, you see nothing but the sea below you. Your feet barely skim the mountain as the only thing stopping your fall is a black and gold-infused arm that imprisons your body in a strong and devoted grip. You feel the air come out of your lungs in shock, and without thinking you cling desperately to the Lord of Geo's arm, tears streaming down your cheeks as he takes a few steps back pulling you close to him, and away from the sea. Your knees shake, unable to support your weight any longer, and your arms hang delicately as you slowly lose your senses, fainting a mere seconds later.

One step ahead and he would have been too late.

Dark amber glowed in his eyes as he holds you close, fury turning his blood into boiling liquid gold. He rests his knees on the ground with you still in his arms and as he feels your soft hair on his cheek, he turns his face towards your beautiful sleeping form and, unable to restrain himself, buries his nose in the crook of your neck, taking long breaths to regain his composure, allowing your sweet scent to dull his senses.

The leaves rustled under your feet as you silently followed behind the God of Contracts. Shame and sadness flooded your thoughts and kept you mute as your eyes wandered through the beautiful temple Morax had built as a parting gift to his dearest of friends. A place to honor her legacy, to mourn her and your sisters, to keep you safe, as he had promised Guizhong.

Morax's kindness was enormous, and you felt unworthy of it.

"May I assume you have made up your mind, then?" he says, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

"I have, your grace."

"The tenets you must follow are to remain the same" he adds, tilting his face to look at you, "Are you aware of what said choice entails?"

"I wish to remain a Dust Priestess."

"That doesn't answer the question."

To that, you raise your gaze, conflict swirling in the deep color of your eyes. Morax's face remains calm, but his pupils dilate slightly at the sight of your doubt.

You belonged here in this pure world, to which he, a god of battle and blood, was but an intruder ... and to which he entered nonetheless, incapable of stopping the part of him that you unknowingly lured in with your warmth. You were the very image of loneliness and fragility as Morax stood in front of you.

You wonder if Guizhong awaited you in the afterlife along with the rest of your sisters... Could that promise be enough to make you feel less of a lost soul whose title no longer served any purpose? Could it make the pain more bearable?

Morax can see that the past, filled with sun and laughter, seemed to torment you. Back then, you were nothing but a naive, sweet girl who had never seen a battle, nor heard a dying man’s plea. A girl whose head was full of nothing but songs and riddles. War had torn apart that child. The gleam of wonder and curiosity that brought light to your eyes was long gone. In its place, however, sorrow reigned exquisitely. Had you ever looked more beautiful and dignified than you did now?

As much as he missed seeing you smile, grief turned ethereal in that splendid face of yours. Your voice no longer held the sweet ring of spring, but the calm, alluring sound of winter's wind. Those sad songs you used to sing for him would sound even more beautiful now that you understood pain.

An invisible force impelled him with all the might of unsated desire to raise his hand, to hold that beautiful face of yours between his fingertips and bring you comfort. The Lord of Geo restrains himself, however, as he awaits your answer.

Your lips tremble in doubt as you mutter "... I am, your grace".

With that, you vow to stay hidden behind these walls, away from the sea and every danger it imposes. You are to remain unwed, untouched, and unyielding to every sin that tempts you. With that, the remaining Dust Priestess vows to live a solitary life in this temple of gold, to mourn the loss of her goddess and sisters until her last breath. One step outside and you could no longer be a Dust Priestess.

"Then I am to leave you now, as this temple does not belong to me," he says in a solemn tone, lowering his gaze and slowly turning away from you. Part of you wants to stop him, and ask him if he shall visit you from time to time, the thought of being utterly alone starting to sink in as the sounds of his steps echoed in the empty, lonely hall.

"Your grace?" you call, meekly.

He tilts his head slightly, not looking at you but indicating he is listening.

"I... wanted to thank you, for saving me."

Your eyes linger in his form as the heavy stone gate starts to close, a small pool of tears clouding your sight. He doesn't answer, but nods his head before stepping outside the entrance of gold and stone.

Once outside, the Lord of Geo stares silently at the sky, taking a moment to mourn his friend.

"I'm keeping my promise, Guizhong. Your daughter has a temple of gold to keep her safe, and I shall not interfere... However, leaving the temple is her renouncing you... and welcoming me."

Morax then lowers his gaze in contempt, facing the raging sea that howls at him.

"So do your worst, Osial," he says, a sinister shadow forming in his eyes, "Lure her out if you must."

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ANGEL BABY

Word count: 8,9K

Warnings: catholicism, NSFW, angst, fluff. MDNI

Characters: Demon!Mikey x Angel!Reader AU

Summary: God's daughter falls in love with Manjiro Sano, the Supreme Demon.

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Note: This has gotten longer than expected. Who knows if there will be a part 2 to this. Hope you guys like it! Also, this has references to catholicism and could offend some of you, please, take into account this is Lore and that I don't pretend to stain your God's name, it's just a fictional story. Btw, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

Humanity has always thought Hell was this sinister and unbearable hot place where those who sinned were punished to stay for eternity. But what if we have been deceived?

Manjiro Sano, known as 'Mikey' in the mortal world, was the supreme Demon in Hell. Sitting on his throne, observing how the inhabitants of his house had a pleasant sojourn in the Underworld. There was no sun, but there was no need for it as the volcans had created a lava ball that illuminated the hidden paradise, unknown plants for the mortal world grew in there, paradisiac food and fruits could be found anywhere, everyone was having a happy life.

That had been Mikey's plan all along, creating a space where those who had not been accepted by God could live, where they would feel at ease and relaxed. There were no punishments, there were no chains, there was no suffering: there was only peace. He was proud of his creation; tormented soul had found a place to stay for eternity where they could rest calmly.

Nothing was wrong in Hell, nothing was wrong with Manjiro, the only thing that had been twisted was history, portraying a kind man as an awful being capable of unforgivable sins. Not that Manjiro cared, but it was unfair for him to be known as a villain when he was the one trying to save humanity a long, long time ago.

He stood out of his throne, walking down the Hell Lilies path, strolling while the souls near him bowed to him, intimidated by his handsome presence and grateful for the chance they had been granted. He loved this life, full of hope and happiness, but something was missing and he didn't know what it was.

For centuries he had tried reaching for that piece of him that wasn't where it was supposed to be; the problem was that he didn't know what he was searching for. He felt stupid, he had everything he wished for, his own hand had made what he had dreamed about when he still was up in Heaven, and yet, he could not be entirely happy.

"Sir," one of the upper demons called him, running behind him with desperation written on his face, "sir," he repeated, "you need to see this."

Confused, Mikey followed his subordinate to the Main Hall. It had started raining, drenching them both until they reached the cosy room. Mikey could feel his clothes and cloak glued to his skin, causing a shiver to go down his spine; he was used to hotness, not the cold that the rain always brought.

Looking up, he found all his loyal friends and subordinates in a circle waiting for him. Their faces showed that something was definitely wrong, worrying the Supreme Demon. What could have happened that could rail them so much?

And then, he saw you. There laid on the floor, freezing, white wings soaked to the core, knees brought to your chest, terror visible on your eyes. 'An angel', he thought, surprised to see one in his domains. It was strange for the Heaven creatures to descent to Hell, less in that state.

His cold eyes examined you, but compassion took over him when your eyes met, seeing the panic you were holding inside. You were terrified of Hell, terrified of demons, terrified of him. He sighed, you probably were a new Angel, just a few centuries old, they had brainwashed you to think of him as a monster.

He approached you slowly, as if you were a deer and he was a human in a forest, not wanting to scare you. He kneeled next to you, his head turning to the side slightly, looking at you with curious eyes. You trembled, closing your eyes and waiting for the worst to happen; would he kill you? Torture you? Rape you?

But when his rough hand caressed your cheek with so much care, you found yourself dumbfounded. Was he treating you kindly? You opened your eyes and looked at him, his gaze gentle and his touch smooth; what was happening?

"What's your name, Angel?" he asked in a melodic voice, unexpected as it was.

You were still processing his words and the tone in which he spoke, it was so soft that an unknown warmth consumed you and filled your chest. No one had ever spoken so well to you, even if it was just a simple question as it was. Mikey waited patiently for your reply, understanding that you were uncapable of talking because of fear.

"Y-Y/n" Mikey's chest awoke, or that was the way he would describe what he was feeling. Not only your name was beautiful, but your voice conveyed pureness.

"Y/n," he repeated, smiling briefly and nodding, "what a beautiful name you have."

He noticed how your body wasn't as tense as it was a couple of minutes before, your breathing returning to a normal pace. In that moment, he really saw you. Eyes wide, plump lips parted, skin glowing, soft hair cascading down your shoulders, mixing with the feathers of your big, white wings. You were wearing a white, tunic like dress that had lace in your chest and arms, it tightened on your waist, hips prominent. You were gorgeous and he felt breathless; how could such an ethereal creature exist?

"And... you must be Manjiro Sano, am I r-right?" you murmured, shyness on your voice.

"No need for formalities, call me Mikey," he answered as gently and friendly as he could, he felt the need to make you comfortable, as he had done with millions of souls before.

"Mikey," you tried his name on your lips, the same he had done with yours, "okay."

He offered you his hand and, after considering it for a while, you accepted it. He helped you stand up and then you realized that the rest of the demons were still there. You flinched; you had been so mesmerized by Mikey's presence that you forgot how many evil creatures surrounded you.

Mikey noticed it and made a gesture for the demons to leave the both of you alone, he didn't drop your hand and guided you to one of the red couches of the room. He sat and waited for you to do the same. However, you were still too freaked out to do so, deciding to keep a distance from him. Mikey sighed again, understanding your behaviour.

"I promise I won't do anything to you, you're safe here." his words sounded truthful, and you sat on the same couch, but leaving a big space between the two of you. "Tell me, Y/n, what are you doing here?"

That was a hard question to answer, the truth was, you were running away from your father. God, yes, that was your father. You had wanted to go down to Earth in order to watch a concert, the desire to experience such a chaotic and fun moment deep-rooted on your impressionable mind. Nonetheless, your father hadn't taken it well, stating that mortal desires were sinful and that angels, specially you, were too pure to live up to them.

That was why you ran away from your home at Heaven, going down to Earth while God was busy trying to solve some mortal problems with a new virus and volcans. However, something went wrong, you entered a tunnel you weren't supposed to cross, and you accidentally ended in Hell.

You told Mikey the truth, used to behave like the perfect being you were, no need to lie. Except, you omitted some important information: for him, you were just a regular angel and no one of God's daughters. He was calm enough that he almost didn't look a threat at all, there was no need to provoke him by mentioning that... little detail.

"I see," he nodded, and after a few seconds, he started laughing. You looked at him dumbfounded, was he laughing at you? "you're adorable. Leaving to see a concert, this is the funniest thing I've heard in the last millennium."

You furrowed your eyebrows, quite offended, it was a noble cause, why laugh at that? His eyes locked on yours and seeing your kind of angry face, he laughed even more. You were definitely infuriated now. Yes, you were an angel, but could he take you seriously?

"I don't know what's that funny," you huffed, and he stopped laughing to just grin.

"You looked like a puppy trying to be intimidating." he chuckled, trying to recover his breath, "Well, I guess you would like to get out of here."

"... Yes." you admitted, hopeful at the sight of a possible scape, was he really going to let you out? Not that Mikey was the most awful monster in the universe?

"Okay, follow me. There's a portal that gets you directly to Heaven. Unless," he paused and looked at you, amusement present in his dark eyes, "you want to go to that concert yet, that is."

You evaluated the situation; you could get home without rising any suspicion or you could go to your initial destination. Father or concert? Difficult decision, or not at all.

"I would like to go to the concert." you muttered, shyness coming again.

"What a naughty angel we have here," he licked his lips, alerting you, but he just smiled kindly, "I was just joking. C'mon, this portal will get you to Earth."

"Thank you," you slightly smiled, and Mikey swore that it was the most brilliant and intense thing he had ever seen.

"You're welcome," he answered, smiling smugly while opening the portal for you.

You entered it. It was a round door, you could see the mortal streets of a random city across of it. Yet, you turned to Mikey again, he lifted a brow.

"Aren't you gonna cross it?"

"Yes, but..." you fidgeted, maybe you were pushing your luck too much.

"But?"

"Why are you letting me go?"

Mikey's heart clenched, even though he was being kind, he should have guessed that it wouldn't be enough to change the image God had created of him on you. For you, Mikey was the culprit of all evil, the monster that took the souls of the sinful, the Supreme Demon in a negative sense. He sighed for what seemed like the tenth time, trying to smile to appease your nervous form.

"I don't know what God and the Archangels have told you about me and Hell... Well, I do know, but nothing's true." he claimed, his voice firm and he's words truthful.

"Are you implying that God lied?" you huffed, denying with your head, "No one at Heaven can lie."

"Believe what you might believe," he replied, his little smile still present, "but take into account that nothing of what you thought that would happen to you has actually happened."

Your solemn face seemed conflicted; he took notice of it. But it was time to say goodbye, probably for the eternity, and both of you knew it. Not that it looked as a catastrophe, but Mikey would have liked to see you a little bit more, appreciate your beauty for a few moments longer; and you would have liked for him to tell you more about how it was everything a supposed lie, but there was no time.

"Goodbye, Mikey," you said, bowing in respect and crossing the portal.

"Goodbye, Y/n." he said under the sound of the pouring rain.

Again, Hell stood as it had been for millenniums, a place away from Heaven creatures. But something had changed: Mikey's heart had started to beat.

It wasn't until a couple centuries after that you two didn't had an encounter again. God was having trouble containing the magnates of Earth, those he himself had created to take a hold on humans, so he convocated Heaven's big seven, this means, the Archangels, the Cherubs and both his son and his daughter. But it wasn't enough, so he had to convocated his biggest enemy: the Supreme Demon.

Mikey entered Heaven's Paradise Hall confidently, shivers down his spine for been at the presence of so much falsehood. He saw Michael and the rest of the archangels, the cherubs, Jesus, God himself and...

"Y/n" he whispered, his gaze focused only on you, who were talking to God's son nonchalantly. Your beauty not only did not default, but it had increased; 'how?' he wondered.

You noticed someone's stare on you, you knew he was coming, but did not expect for him to look at you so... intensely. You focused on his dark gaze, which seemed surprised to see you there. He was dressed in Demonic clothes mixed with celestial clothes, as his cloak was black embraided in golden. He looked too good to be true. You smiled slightly at him, making sure no one saw the interaction, as it had been held a secret your accidental visit to Hell two hundred years ago.

"Oh, Manjiro," exclaimed God, standing up and going to receive the king of Hell, "it's been a long time."

"Three thousand years, more or less," he made a gesture with his hand to take weight out of his affirmation.

His gaze went from him to you again, what were you doing there? Weren't you a common angel? God followed the direction of his stared and found his two children, it was the moment to introduce you two, he guessed.

"The man is Jesus, my first born; the woman is Y/n, my youngest."

Mikey felt dizzy. Were you God's daughter? Why didn't you tell him when you fell in Hell? He could see the uncomfortableness on your body language, it was clear that you thought you would never see each other.

"I see," he nodded, returning his attention to the deity, "could I go and introduce myself?"

"Preferably after the meeting, it is a serious matter after all."

And so it happened. God exclaimed how Mikey should take the souls of those who thought to be God themselves, as if everything continued as they planned, a third world war could occur again and, this time, erase humanity from Earth. In exchange, God would owe him a favour. Of course, Mikey agreed, he never knew when he would need something, after all.

Three hours of meeting after, the Archangels and Cherubs left the room and only God, Jesus, Mikey and you stayed. Jesus introduced himself, Mikey nodding, not really paying attention as he was focused solely on you.

"Y/n, accompany our guest to the portal, Jesus and I have to meet with Michael."

"Yes, father."

The both of you stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Breathing heavily, you decided that it was best to start walking and for him to follow you to the portal. But, as you were going to leave, Mikey grabbed your wrist gently.

"Why didn't you tell me? Thought no one at Heaven could lie" he asked calmly.

You knew that you would have to answer to that sooner or later, "I didn't lie! I just omitted a part...because I thought that if I told you, you would torture me."

Mikey looked at you with wide eyes, was that really the reason? He remembered you being scared, but so much?

"If it makes you feel better, this changes nothing of how I see you." he admitted.

"And how do you see me?" you asked, confused at his words. You really didn't know each other.

"I don't know, as someone who I could be friends with." he shrugged his shoulders, smiling dumbly.

"Friends?"

"Don't you know what that is?" he lifted a brow.

"Of course I know! I have plenty." you crossed your arms, eye siding him.

"Then it wouldn't hurt to have another one, am I right?"

"Are you mad?" you asked sincerely, was he serious? "The Supreme Demon and God's daughter? Friends?"

"I don't see a problem in that." he had to admit that it was cute seeing you so worked up about something so simple, "But I won't force you."

You considered his words, it's true that you were curious to see why someone who was supposed to be evil was so kind. Was it true what he said back then? That your father lied to you? The only chance to know it was to see it for yourself, and Mikey had the answers you needed.

"Okay," you said at last, surprising the demon.

"Really?" he smiled.

"Yes, but I want you to tell me the truth about everything."

'So my words did mark her' thought Mikey, looking at you in amusement, you were willing to befriend him in order to find the truth. You were noble, he had to admit, and maybe you weren't as the rest up there.

"Deal."

So it began, the friendship between a Demon and an Angel. Mikey invited you to Earth, not wanting to scare you by dragging you straight to Hell. A little coffee shop in the centre of Paris, cosy and elegant, somewhere nice for a Deity's descendant.

You both sat at a corner, beautiful cornflower blue sofas around a wooden table were the set of your meeting. Strange human beverage placed neatly in front of you, Mikey drinking happily from his. You were excited and terrified to know the truth, your stomach was scrambled.

Mikey observed you, deciding that it was best for you to ask before he started talking. He understood it must be horrible to realize that what you were going to hear would contradict what you had been told your whole life. You, on the other hand, took a deep breath and prepared yourself for what was about to come.

"Tell me everything, Mikey."

"That's kinda a generic question, angel." he said, smirking to alleviate the tension.

"I mean it," the serious look on your face surprised him, from the little interaction he had ever had with you, it was the first time he saw you like that, "start from the beginning."

And so he did:

"It all started with the Celestial War," he began, posing his intertwined hands on the table, his blonde hair falling over his black eyes, "I used to live on Heaven, as you probably know." You just nodded. "At that time, God was deciding whether he maintained the human kind or if he destroyed it."

Your blood ran cold. What? Did you hear that right? Nonetheless, you stayed quite in order to let him continue.

"I sided with humans. It's true that they're not exactly the smartest, best, kindest, strongest kind, but they didn't deserve the end that was planned for them." He sighed, locking eyes with you. "God didn't like the opposition I was planting, he thought of me as a traitor for not following his plan. Next thing I knew, we were on war and a new species was created: demons. And apparently I was their king."

You almost missed the sadness that crossed his eyes. You had seen him smile and being the kindest being you had ever met, but his eyes never held any emotion. For him to let his guard down for a mere second meant that what he was saying was part of his nightmares even until those days.

"We lost the war and I was given the Underworld. Well, me and my comrades were banished from Heaven and thrown into what everybody knows as Hell." he continued, "At that exact moment I decided to create a new generation of angels; as fallen angels we were given the name of demons, and I sticked to that. I wanted to create a place where those who didn't pass the filter by God could feel at ease, no punishments."

"Wait," you interrupted, "then what happens to murderers and all that kind of people?"

"Let me finish, Y/n-cchi." he smiled kindly and you followed his order, his voice was so soothing. "We do have punishments for those who harm others, and they are sent to cells in the Underworld, but not all Hell is like that."

"But there's something that doesn't make sense, Mikey." you said, furrowing your eyebrows.

"And what is it?"

"If my father wanted to eliminate humans, why hasn't he done it yet?"

"Oh, that." he nodded, and a face of disgust appeared on his facade, giving him a threatening look. "After the commotion with the Celestial War, he couldn't destroy humans because it would mean that he was the villain of the story, so he decided to create the magnates."

"Those are the ones my father has ordered you to..."

"Yeah, basically." he affirmed, "The magnates are a group of people that have enough money and power to control the rest of the population. Humans are controlled by them, that thing as free will for them is bullshit."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, but now that you thought about it, it made sense. Why would Hell look like a Paradise? Why would the Supreme Demon be kind? But then again, you were told that Manjiro Sano could manipulate anyone to his side without an effort, so what was the truth?

"You don't need to decide right now if you believe me or not." you heard Mikey's voice say, "You have all the time in the world to do so. And if you want to know more about it, I can search neutral people for you to ask if necessary."

He was such a good being, and you angels had the power to know when someone lied. Everything he said was wrapped in a layer of truth, was really your father such a horrible god?

"Why did he want to destroy humans, Mikey?" you asked, lips trembling in fear for the answer.

"Let's just say, he saw how they were developing too much, and was afraid for them to be as independent as or more as they are nowadays."

"That's a stupid reason."

"Stupid reasons are made by selfish men."

You considered his words, again, you couldn't find a trace of deceit on them, he was saying the truth.

"And they banished you and stained your image because you were trying to safe a kind from their own extinction?"

You already knew the answer. Your heart was broken, your own people had lied to you for centuries, convincing you that the villain of the story was Mikey when, in reality, was God. Did Jesus know about it? The Celestial Hierarchy probably yes, especially those who were there during those times. So did that mean that they were as awful as your father? Yes, they could have gone against the idea as Manjiro did.

"Yes."

"That's so unfair." you sobbed, looking at him with compassion and tears on your eyes.

You cried for him, you cried for you, you cried for everything that was wrong on the world. They had betrayed you and they had decided to put the blame and the bad fame on the gentlest man you had ever known. How could anyone be so cruel?

Mikey, for his part, was observing you with amazement. He thought everyone at Heaven was a hypocrite and a bad person, but then you appeared; so pure, so good, so kind, so empathetic. Were you really crying for him? For human kind? Your poor soul had just been betrayed. But your next words shocked him even more.

"Let me help you clean your name, Mikey. You deserve for the world to know the truth."

Mikey was thrilled, his new friend was going to enter Hell and pay him a visit. He had new books for you where you could investigate more about the Celestial War and the origin of Hell if you wanted. He also had prepared some traditional dishes for you, wanting to have your approval. Why? Who knew, but he was thirsty for it.

He had ordered the upper demons to not approach you during your short stay, considering that it would probably be too much for you just yet, you had just discovered what Heaven had been hiding, and you were a little afraid of demons for the moment. His plan was to show you Hell so you could realize that you were safe, especially with him there.

The thought of someone from Heaven wanting to hear what he had to say and giving him the chance to explain reality made him so happy; he couldn't remember when he felt so euphoric for the last time. Then, the smell of celestial juice reached his nose and he knew you had just crossed the portal. You always smelled so good; it was unbelievable how someone could have such a paradisiac fragrance on their body.

He went straight to the portal to receive you, excited for the day. There you stood, a different white dress, your hair braided in a single braid, leaving your neck exposed where you had a tiny golden chain with the image of the World on it. It laid perfectly on you, your eyes glowing under the lights of the Main Hall, skin shiny. He felt dizzy, he still couldn't understand your beauty.

You walked to him, a slight smile touched your glossed lips and he felt like dying at that same spot. You couldn't be real, you really couldn't be. Then, your soft and melodic voice spoke and he felt like coming back to life again; it was a rollercoaster of emotions.

"Hello, Mikey."

"Hi, Y/n." he murmured, his eyes still scanning you without shame; you felt flustered.

All though Mikey had ordered for the upper demons to get lost, some stayed at the Main Hall as they worked in there and saw the interaction. They were shocked to see their King so loss of words; it was true that for the last millennium he didn't talk much, but he still had something to say. But it looked like he was missing oxygen in his body when he saw you.

"Where are we going first?" you asked, looking around to ubicate yourself. You were in the same place you felt two hundredth years ago.

"I wanted to show you the Eternity Lake, it's near the Main Hall and it's where the souls go to have a good time." he explained, starting to walk in the direction your destination.

You followed him outing the Main Hall and getting into a type of flower you had never seen valley. It was beautiful and you stopped to take in your surroundings, the sky was golden, a strange type of sun lighted the place and there were volcans at a far end of the landscape. The flowers were of different colours, somewhere vermillion, others were burlywood pink, you could spot some baby blue ones and vibrant yellow others. Their shape was that of a cascade falling directly to the soil.

"They're called 'Hell Lilies'" Mikey said when he noticed you had stopped to appreciate the homegrown plants, proud of your amazement by his own creation.

"They're gorgeous," you admitted, smiling, "do they have a meaning?"

"Eternity." he replied and you nodded.

"Is it because they look like they never end?"

"You're smart, angel."

You continued walking, Hell was a very pleasant place to be. The souls you had encounter all had a smile on their faces and they looked calm and relaxed, you couldn't believe your eyes. At the end of the valley you saw crystal clear water adorned in colourful lights, wisteria-like trees surrounding the environment and giving it the looks of a place where you could definitely pass the rest of your eternity.

Mikey gazed at you, admiring your surprised look and the smile you were showing. He knew you now believed part of what he had told you, about Hell not being a horrible place to be.

"Mikey, this is the most breath-taking place I have ever had the honour of visiting." you admitted.

"I'm glad you like it." replied him.

"Is that...?" you started asking, trying to verify your suspicions.

"Freddie Mercury? Yep."

"What is he doing here?" you wondered out loud.

"You father didn't accept him for loving men."

You heart clenched, another stupid reason of your father. What you were seeing was proof that Hell wasn't what they told you it was, and that Mikey was actually a good demon. He enabled a place where those who your father considered unworthy of eternity could be and find happiness.

"He looks like he's having a great time."

"He loves this place, he still composes songs."

You both stood there for a while enjoying the gentle breeze, observing the lake where some souls where swimming and listening to the amazing voice of Freddie Mercury. Such a gift it was, a blessing for everyone present at the moment.

Next, Mikey brought you to a very elegant restaurant in the middle of a neoclassical street. You tasted the delicacies Hell had to offer, completely on bliss at the delicious food that you were given. Mikey, on his part, was happy to see you enjoying yourself, he really needed a friend and thought he could find one on you, but you had to keep it a secret. If God realized that he had told you the truth about the Celestial War another conflict could start and he wasn't prepared to lose anything or anyone else.

Your day at Hell was the funniest one you were able to remember. Heaven was too serious; not a bad place, but definitely not as beautiful and entertaining as Mikey's home. And he was such a sweet demon, you really liked his company. If it weren't for the circumstances, you both were living in, you would have had a crush on him. 'In another life' you thought.

You returned to Heaven that same night, Mikey saying goodbye and asking for you to come again soon, as he wasn't allowed to go up to your home without an invitation from God himself.

It continued like that for a while. Mikey took the magnates down and shut them down at the cells Hell held near the volcans. Without your father's knowledge, you had helped Mikey not only with that, but with finding a new Mesias as your brother was once to claim and explain the reality of what was really going on with the Deities. Mikey deserved to be treated with kindness and to be venerated by the Human kind; if it wasn't for him, they wouldn't be there.

But Mikey was keeping a secret from you, something that was an important factor to the Celestial War and consequences.

One random afternoon, you went to Hell to visit Mikey, who was sat on his throne observing the applications from new souls. The moment his eyes perched on you, his expression lighted up. For the last century he had been feeling some kind of way every time he was with you, giddy and dizzy at your present.

His smile reached his eyes, surprised to see you there. He stood up and ran towards you, grabbing you in a tight hug and spinning you around. He was small, but he surely was strong; that simple thought made you giggle like an idiot, feeling happy of being at his presence again.

When he placed you on the floor again, he caressed your cheek with his right hand, eyes sparkling.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I have news!" you exclaimed, jumping excitedly, "Aaand... I wanted to see you." you murmured in a shiest tone.

"I was thinking about you just now." that sentence made your heart burst in euphoria, smiling from ear to ear. "Okay, come with me and tell me."

He took your hand and dragged you to his office near the throne room. He took a little sofa for you in front of his business chair. He couldn't stop smiling, whatever you were going to say couldn't be as good as seeing you again.

"So?"

"I found a Mesias."

The silence reined in the room. Mikey froze, was it true? His hands trembled and tried to reach for yours, which you gladly handed him.

"Who?" was the only thing he could articulate.

"A new born baby, he has the soul of someone who was part of the Celestial War. And apparently he was on your side!" you chirped.

Mikey felt like dying. They were good news, of course, and he couldn't be more grateful for your effort, but it also meant that something bigger was coming and God suspected something. That or he was trying to provoke him.

"Mikey?" he heard you say, "Aren't you happy? Did I do something?"

He got out of his thoughts and looked at you. Your eyes reflected worry and sadness, probably thinking you did something wrong.

"It's nothing, angel, you did great." he assured you, smiling slightly, "Thank you."

"You're hiding something." That took him by surprised, not expecting for you to realize, "But I won't pressure you. Tell me when you're ready."

He nodded, he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such a good friend like you. You really represented the descriptions of 'angel' the humans gave, probably the only one that could surpass their expectative. But there was something else on his mind and he needed to confirm it.

"Can I ask... Can I ask the soul's name?"

"Ken Ryuguji."

"Ken-chin." Mikey gasped.

"So you do know him! This is awesome, isn't it? Ah, Mikey, you're going to get justice!"

If only you knew how shocked and sad Mikey was inside, you would have stopped talking. He needed to tell you, and he was going to, but he wasn't ready to face the truth even after no many time passed.

Mikey decided to take you out for a walk, he was desperate to get his thoughts away from him. Draken's name was still present and tormenting him. But the warmth of your hand brought him to what he was living at that moment: your breath-taking smile directed at him.

"What is it?" he smiled at you.

"I'm just happy." you shrugged your shoulders. "I like to be with you."

He didn't know how you did it, but you were able to leave him without anything to say. You reached the Eternity Lake, he was so focused on you that he couldn't care less for the sound of the wind against the water. He also liked to be with you, though he couldn't find the way to say it.

The smell of the wisteria-like trees mixed with your cologne was too intoxicating, he couldn't think straight at that point. His black and golden jacket brushed against your bare arms, you looked at him and nearly sighed at the way he was staring at you. His black eyes held emotion, more than you had ever seen: it was happiness, sadness, worry, affection and something else you weren't able to place. What was going on in that head of his?

His right hand found your cheek once again, the skin to skin contact enough to inebriate you both more. A chill went down your core, how could a man be this handsome and kind? Why did your heart jump at the sight of him? Why were you so obsessed with his presence? The same questions were drilling his mind, inexplicable the feelings you made him feel. There was a time when he desired for Death to find him, now, he wanted to be alive to observe you forever, and, now that he knew it, to rescue the souls of his friends.

His breath was over your lips, same with yours. You closed your eyes, following your instinct and neared your face to his. He couldn't resist anymore, smashing his lips to yours in a slow and passionate kiss at the lights of the lake. He had fallen in love with you, that was what he was feeling; and you had fallen in love with him. You both were in big trouble, but nothing else mattered at that exact moment, when you were kissing in front of both a lake and flowers that promised eternity.

"You know that if we start the plan we're going to have problems with your father, right?" Mikey asked, laid on the couch with you in his arms, caressing your arm.

"We are going to have trouble with him for one reason or another. Why not do both?"

He chuckled, you were willing to be a fallen angel in a near future just to help him and be with him. Not that he wouldn't destroy the whole Earth in order to protect you, the woman he loved.

"If we start a war..."

"We could find a way to protect the Earth plane so only angels and demons are involved."

"And how would you do that?" Mike lifted an eyebrow, looking at you in amusement.

"I have the power to do that." you replied simply, kissing his jaw and turning to your book once again.

'It makes sense' thought Mikey, looking at you with fondness. He knew he should tell you before you got more involved, but he was scared of your reaction. What would you think of him? Would you abandon him? He wouldn't blame you. You saw him as such a kind person, but he wasn't, he wished he was, though.

"Y/n." he started, deciding to get through with it once and for all.

"Yes, Mikey?" you looked up from your book, waiting patiently for him to talk.

"Do you remember when you asked me if I knew Ken Ryuguji?"

You nodded, smiling at the thought of the soul who would clean your beloved's name. He gulped, nervousness filling his organism. Was he really doing it now? He could still come up with something else. But the pureness you showed on your face told him to be brave, you deserved to know.

"He was my best friend." he started. Your face dropped and you sat up, looking at him with sadness.

"I'm so sorry, Mikey."

"It's okay, it was a long time ago." he exhaled, trembling slightly. "But I need to tell you something, Y/n-chi."

"Go ahead." Your calm demeanour helped to ease his nerves.

"During the Celestial War I had my own... gang. At first, we were only close friends, all of us angels. But then, it became bigger and bigger." you nodded, not interrupting him. "So when I revealed against God, they came with me and followed me. We were invincible, all of them had a specialty: I was the strongest fighter, Draken ―or, how you know him, Ken Ryuguji― was the head, Baji was the glue, Mitsuya was the calmness and the one who kept our heads cold, Pah was the funny one, and Kazutora... well, he betrayed us."

"We had a strategy, a really good one. Takemichi, the new incorporation knew how to act at any moment, like he was able to predict the future. But then, Kazutora spilled everything to Michael, the archangel." Mikey's nostrils widened in fury, jaw tightening at the memory. "We were crushed. But the worst was yet to come." he exhaled, trembling in anger. "I have a... dark impulse, or that is what I call it."

"A dark impulse?" you asked, interrupting him for the first time in the last ten minutes.

"Yes. It's like a very negative energy takes control of my mind and I commit the most horrendous sins." he explained, ashamed. "Seeing my friends in that state activated my dark impulse, and I started killing angels without regards. My friends included."

He stopped talking, ashamed, sad and remorseful. He didn't want to commit such a crime, he really didn't, he loved his friends. So why? The hug you gave him surprised him, feeling your arms around him when he expected you to run away from him. But he needed to continue his story.

"Your father took their soul and hide them on Heaven, locked down and without a chance to reincarnate any time soon. I was banished and the rest of the story you know about it."´

You were speechless, still wrapping your arms around him. He felt like a monster, like someone who didn't deserve the company of such a perfect woman, but your lips on him confirmed him that you weren't leaving.

"What you did was wrong, of course it was," you started, "but now you have a chance to mend it and rescue their souls, and to meet, Draken? you called him, again. And I will be at every step of it with you."

He couldn't believe his ears, were you going to help him? So the plan of Ken-chin being the new Mesias was still on? Hi kissed your lips again, showing in that simple act the love and gratefulness he felt.

"You're my angel, baby."

Knowing everything that there was to know, you both bonded even more. The plan was going great, Draken was already ten years old and you both would pay him visits to start a friendship with him. Mikey said that he kept the strong personality he had back then when they were friends.

On your part, Mikey and you were on absolute bliss with each other. You haven't been together for long, just scarce ten years, but you couldn't be more in love. Who would have thought that the daughter of God would fall in love with Manjiro Sano, the Supreme Demon?

The two of you were tangled on his bed, talking about the new flavour of ice cream a shop at Tokyo had developed. Earth dates were common on your relationship. You were laying on top of him, and after a while, you started kissing. At first it was an innocent kiss, but as time passed, it became messy.

Tongues caressing and saliva mixing, teeth nearly crushing and breath unsteady. Mikey changed your position and was now on top of you, his kisses going on a path from your lips to your jaw, from your jaw to your neck. He bit, licked and kissed it until finding your sweet spot, igniting a sigh from you. He smirked, pressing his lips now on your collarbone and pushing the neck of your dress downwards.

You felt hot, temperature rising as you took his face and kissed him again on his lips. He started unbuckling your dress, little by little all clothing was on the floor. His kisses went down to your breasts. He licked your left nipple, your back arching at the pleasure as he put it on his mouth and started to lick and bite it while his left hand was working on your other breast, twisting the nipple between his slender fingers.

Bliss, you were in absolute bliss. His attention to your body was what you were breathing for at that moment. You felt his lips on your stomach and then they reached your mons pubis. You reacted at that moment, opening your eyes wide.

"Mikey, stop!" He did, separating from you and looking at you worriedly.

"Sorry, love, I got carried away. Did I harm you?"

"N-no, it's not that." you were flustered, only then did you realize that the both of you were completely naked. "It's just that, well, this is a sin."

Mikey looked at you bewildered; did he hear you right? It shouldn't have taken him by surprise, you had been raised by absurd rules, so of course you thought sex was a sin. He chuckled, incorporating so his face was in front of you again, pecking your lips briefly.

"I know your father told you it was sinful. But what is so sinful from wanting to pleasure yourself? What is so sinful from wanting to make love to the person your hearts desires? Love is a powerful feeling, and what we are about to do is not a sin, is another proof of loving, and I can't wait to keep loving you in every way and form."

You gasped at his words, he really loved you as much as you loved him. You considered it, did you want to do it with him? Yes. Would you let Heaven's rules ruin it? No. You nodded your head and smiled, caressing the tattoo he had in his neck with fondness.

"Okay." your consent was all he needed.

He went down again, getting at your cunt that was soaking. So wet for him, he wanted to moan at the sight, but he limited to lick you up to your clit, rolling his eyes back at the delicious taste. You moaned at the sensation, pushing yourself to him even more.

He then started sucking on your clit, moans and whines scaping your lips as he enjoyed the delicacy he had between his lips, his tongue moving in fast circles to stimulate it, his fingers caressing your cunt and, after a second, introducing his index finger in.

You cried, you had never introduced anything on your pussy and the little stretch was already driving you crazy. He kept it going in and out and curving at the right angle to touch your most sensitive spots. He then introduced a second finger, his tongue still working on your clit. You felt a knot at your stomach, moaning Mikey's name until you came. A delicious orgasm crossed your whole body and Mikey drank your juices like a thirsty man, he couldn't get enough of your taste.

When you came off of your high, Mikey went up again and kissed you, testing yourself on his lips. You parted and you saw the lustful look on his impossibly darker eyes; he wanted you. And he wanted you now. You felt the tip of his cock brushing against your cunt, sending electric vibes all over your bodies. Mikey locked eyes with you, asking for permission again, and who were you to impede what you both desired. You nodded your head and he kissed you while introducing the tip inside you.

It was thick, the stretch was even wider than you expected and it caused you to tense, which ended in it being a painful experience at first. Mikey noticed it, stopping on the spot.

"Y/n, love, we can stop if you want." he whispered, kissing your temple.

"N-no, it's not that." your breathing was unsteady and sweat was beginning to form on your forehead. "I just have to ger used to it."

"Then relax, if not, it's going to be more painful."

He rubbed circles on your clit and kissed your face in order to get you to relax. What once was pain, had become pleasure, and your breathy whines were proof of it. Slowly, Mikey started to introduce his cock even more until he bottomed out, a moan escaping his lips. He thrusted into you in a slow pace at first, but as your moans increased in volume, he accelerated the pace.

His cock was brushing against the perfect spots, his tip touching that spongy spot that was making you seeing stars and reaching your cervix. The sound of your wet pussy squelching around his cock and the crunch of the mattress only made the experience more sensual.

"That's it, you're taking my cock so well." murmured Mikey in your ear, his filthy words only working you up more. "Such a good girl for me, your pussy feels so perfects, fuck, around my dick."

He continued thrusting, your brain completely out as you only moaned and screamed his name, chest filled with love and affection for the man on top of you. Then, you felt the knot once again, your cunt tightening around Mikey, you could feel the vein at the base of his cock.

"Are you cuming, angel?" he asked, movements becoming sloppy." Cum for me, love, be a good girl and cum on my cock."

A couple of thrusts more and his thumb rubbing your clit and you creamed on his dick as he had told you. You could only see white and feel pleasure all over your body, spasming and curling your toes.

The feeling of your juices and the tightness of your cunt drove Mikey crazy, he knew he was approaching his orgasm. He thrusted into you a bit more, moaning and whispering 'i love you-s' on your ear, and then he painted your walls white.

Once you both came off your highs, he came out of you and landed next to you on bed, passing his arms around your waist and hugging you close to him. He knew you had to take a bath, but he wanted to cuddle to you for a bit before standing up.

"Do you still think we sinned?" he asked, caressing your back with fondness.

"No." you denied, nuzzling your head on the crook of his neck, a big smile plastered on your face. "Not at all. I love you, Mikey."

His chest burst in happiness, he never got tired of hearing you profess your love for him. His angel, the same one he had so dearly in his heart, loved him too and has just done the most intimate thing a couple could do out of love with him.

"I love you, too, Y/n-chi."

As Draken grew older, Mikey and you started to talk to him about the Celestial War, God, Heaven, Hell and the real story of it all. Without knowing it, Draken's soul had recognized Mikey's and was calling for the souls of his friends, wondering where they are.

Mikey was determined to rescue them, maybe he wasn't going to have them on his side anymore, but they would have the chance to live a normal and peaceful life. And he, well, he would still reign Hell, however, you would be next to him forever.

What neither of you knew was that God had discovered both your plan and your relationship. He had called a meeting on Heaven without you to inform the Celestial Hierarchy about your doings, and it was considered treason, so you would be executed, not even given the chance of becoming a fallen angel. That would be your punishment, being away from your lover for eternity.

Walking hand in hand with Mikey through Tokyo's streets, you received a letter from a fellow angel, invisible to the eyes of the mortals. Panic crossed your body, an angel had seen you two together, then God would know about your lover.

"Open it, Y/n, I have a feeling that God already knew." Mikey said in a serious tone.

And so you did, trembling hands opening the envelope while Mikey held you close to him, wanting to support you in whatever God had planned for you.

Under God's orders,

You, Y/n, the guardian angel of the mortal plane, have been charged of treason for coopering with the Supreme Demon.

The punishment for your crimes will be execution in the Celestial Hall today at sunset.

Shall you not appear before justice, the consequences of your acts would impact on the Supreme Demon and Hell's plane.

Attentively,

Archangel Gabriel, the messenger archangel.

Mikey's blood turned cold, it was worse than he had preview. They wanted to execute you, take away your life for fulfilling the job of an angel: bring justice to those who deserve it. How could a father order the murder of his beloved daughter? For loving someone?

He hugged you tight, he wasn't going to allowed your death, he would protect you from those who wanted to hurt you and to keep you away from him. Fuck, he would unleash his dark impulse, if necessary, in order to protect you.

"Don't worry, I'm not letting them touch a hair of your beautiful head." he whispered angrily, how did they dare to threaten his lover?

"Mikey, please," your soft voice brought his attention to you, he could see worry in your eyes, "let me sacrifice myself. I beg you. I can't have you receive the consequences of my own crimes." your voice had become a thread, hands grabbing his jacket in fists.

"What are you saying?" asked Mikey between teeth. "You're not going to sacrifice, and neither will I. We're going to fight."

Your eyes opened wide, he was willing to start a second Celestial War in order to save you, he cared so much about you that he would fight God again for your safety.

"You said you could protect the Earth plane, couldn't you?" you nodded, waiting for him to tell you his plan. "Then let war begin. And don't feel guilty," he caressed your cheek, black eyes determined. "this war was going to happen sooner or later, you've only given me a will to fight with all I have."

That afternoon, all Hell appeared before the execution jury, Mikey and you in front of the troops. Celestial and Demonic swords on your hands, determination to safe the one you love and the reassurance that the Supreme Demon's Mesias was safe. Nothing was keeping you from fighting you liar of a father now.

"Mikey." you called him, having him focus on you once again. "I'm not the angel here."

"What?" he asked, confused.

"You're my angel, baby. You're the one who was willing to keep a bad reputation in order to keep humanity safe; the one who created a space for those poor souls that couldn't find a home at Heaven; and the one who has taught me that love is not a sin."

You smiled at him, tears of happiness on your eyes as you stared at the most gorgeous man you had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Manjiro Sano, the love of your life.

"Now, let's fight together!" you exclaimed, looking in front of you and locking eyes with God, who looked at you in rage.

"Let's do this, angel!" Mikey screamed, and then, directed his troops against God's. A long war awaited all of you, but love and justice was worth it all.

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𝑅𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝐷𝑈𝑆𝑇

Summary: Kaz had faced two of his fears - almost watching you die and going against his touch aversion. And now he has to deal with the consequences that not only burden him, but also yourself

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of violence, touch aversion,

Word Count: 3255

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The night, it’s integrity toiled with you, as you say at the camp, with Inej planning on abandoning you all, and Jesper missing that bleating goat. It made you wonder of what direction that you should pursue going in, as you ogled up at the glittered sky, the sequinned stars glinting mischievously back at you. You were nothing other than a speck in the world, as they were in the laminated skyline, the Saints and dark generals were the ones that whisked you down such demeaning paths. The crows were to scurry from their brash threats and existences, the journey of catching the sun summoner had been all for nought.

Not a kruge had been earned in your name, the small bump of adventure had inevitably ended up as being a waste of both resources and time. And now the task of returning through the dreary and life threatening fold lay at your feet; such a plain that was created from pure evil was nerve wrecking. You’d never be considered as one of the goods that served the gods, but you were nowhere close to the Darkling’s maleficence. Had he not only taken hostage of a symbol to all geisha, but your veins were adeptly black, and the toxic venom was spreading with each hour that sourly passed. None of your fellow murder knew of the state that was combusting you; you had saved Kaz, with no regrets of doing so. That dagger had landed in Aleksander’s shoulder, and he had spread his shadowing cloud over to you, tormenting you with the image of complete destruction.

You were lucky to have escaped from his entrapment, Kaz had saved you, whisking your from the overbearing plough of suffering, even grabbing you with his glove covered hands, pressuring himself to do such an act to keep you alive. Though, you didn’t know how much longer you would remain so, and that was why you were gazing up at the constellations; hoping that you’d end up in their blazing glorification. Perhaps you’d survive, nothing was known of your current condition. Or you’d be cursed, turned grisha or something significantly worse. One thing that you’d learned on this gruelling mission was that anything was possible, even Kaz had made a step in his discomfort to rescue you, hauling you away from your inevitable doom by the arm, and stepping into the shrouding darkness. If it had not been for him, then you’d surely have composed into a defiled corpse, ripped apart by the darkness that Aleksander exhibited, and had enhanced through ancient looms that had been integrated onto absorbable parchment.

“I see that you’re less tense; does this mean that you are no longer mad at me?” His voice rang in your ears, prompting you to grind your teeth together as though you were mashing up crystals of salt. Eternally, you were grateful for the risk he had taken to ensure that you would not meet whichever saint you believed in once you travelled through the ropes of pitch and certain demise. You refused to give him the source of satisfaction of giving him your undivided attention; most feared him enough to comply and give him all the attentiveness he demanded as he struck his cane upon a surface, however, unlike those commoners, there was nothing about Kaz Brekker that struck fear in you. He were merely a man, whilst albeit had done some unforgivable things, had suffered same as everyone else, but terribly more so. “I’ll take your silence as a no then, should I?”

In turn, you crossed the folding origami of your arms over the expanse of your chest, and continued to ogle your pupils up towards the passageway of luminescence that hung like a chain in the velvet sky, causing Dirty Hands himself as he had been known, to release a heartfelt huff of frustration. It had taken quite the toll on him to oppose his own serious paranoia, and yet here you were, ignoring him after the cold events. Gulping, you couldn’t help but have annoyance seed in you as he continued to hover his presence beside you, he was using the tactic on purpose, full well knowing that it would eventually have you splintering until you cracked. You’d always had a soft spot for Kaz since the day you had met him; he was so brutally concurred with the ways of making a victim squeal like a sow giving birth, yet there continued to be an innocence within him, of which he hid from most. It was quite the contrast, as were his child like eyes that bore into you like his wish was to make you frail from poised embarrassment until you disappeared into a fine speck on the shoulder of his coat.

That was an irrational thought though, Kaz Brekker simply wanted to know, and not for the first time, why you disposed of reciprocated speech, and chose to pretend to be deaf to his consolation that he was attempting to reprimand with you. “Because if you remain to be angered with me saving your life, then, I would like to know. I’m not going to scoundrel around your presence all evening, we’re going to have to start moving sooner rather than later if we ever hope to get upon the route that I have planned. As useful as your combat is, and irreplaceable as I may think you are at times, I will allow you to go on your own path as you wish. You aren’t the only one that wants to part from the crows; Inej also has intentions to. If this is also because of the sun summoner, then they are freely your beliefs, though I certainly think you have the strength to strive towards something controversially more.” Inej leaving - that was news to you, and thus you finally surrendered, turning to him with spite written upon features, and commenced in supervising his lean form with integral eyes.

“To where do you have plans to go Kaz?” In turn, the volume of your sound increased, as you marked him as your target of choice. “And you’re right, I am pissed that you decided to save me rather than prioritising your own life; if anything were to happen to you, I’m not sure how I’d handle it. I have an inkling of a feeling that I wouldn’t even be able to. That’s because if you weren’t here I’d probably go crazy and envelop myself in a spiralling madness of which I’d be averted onto a path of nothingness. You are the one that has gifted me with a purpose, and time and time again you continue to preserve my life and I’m not sure I can cope with that. Just knowing that you are willing to throw yourself in the eye of danger to ensure that I do not meet my eventual end that is coming anyway. And worst of all, you faced off against that no good, dirty grisha, murderous General. Do you have any idea of what he would have done to you if he were to explicitly, and cruelly as are his routines, contort your body into the whim of his Darkling abilities.”

“I have an idea or two.” He admitted, toying with the fingers of his gloves, relieved to not see what lay beneath the leather. He stared at you in the face, feeling sickened from the sight of the creases that promoted your frown that was directed thoroughly towards him. It wasn’t a good feeling to be on the other end of your diverging glare, it was making him conflicted with the perishing of his emotions. A part of him was laughing inside that he was intimidated by someone, a woman no less, the other was rather impressed with your ample stubbornness. Now that was one thing that the two of you had in common; you both stood like stone, shadowing behind your beliefs or there lack of, as though Medusa had fixed the pair of you with her grey glazed glare, and forced you to be the way that you were. “And it was in fact you who decided to save my life first, I was merely returning the favour.” He now took it as his shift to allow his eyes to travel up into the beyond, the highlights that flawed his irises being triggered by the ambience that strobed in the frustrated sky, that was getting more antsy by each second that passed.

“I saved your life because I care about you, not because I value your skills and require them. That is a vast difference that separated us from being merely a single detail in a rope of stars. We’re separate in thought, and consolably close in real time and space, that fate has chosen us to be. We were both close to death in that second, he could have tarnished us both if that were his main priority, and we should be thankful that he realised that we were not lying when the admittance of not knowing of Alina Starkoff’s whereabouts fell off our tongues like misconducted liquor.” Your voice cracked, thinking about Kaz dead was the last thing that you wanted to obscure your mind, however it was the only thing that was roaming around the space like a moth darting around in a light fixture, having fallen captive to its own instinctive nature to fly too close to the example of fire. “Never, and I mean this Kaz, step in the path of death that narrows in my sights; I’d rather it be me than you of whom takes a fall into such a never ending abyss. You’re the face of this operation, and I am merely a killer that you decided to take under your wing whence times got too tough for either of us to cope alone.”

“I am not bound to make any promises, especially when you speak of accepting death so gracefully. And to answer your prior question, we are returning to Ketterdam, and I- i um-“ he fidgeted, his jaw contained to clench and release in a rhythm as he attempted to get the words out. “I need you to come with me on this, trust me, I have a plan, one that does not involve you dying. There will be no funerals that parallel this task ahead of us, if anything happens, you are my priority.” The heart felt ropes of words interlocked, much like the passage of beaming stars that made a blanket in the material of the sky; they shon stirringly in the abyss of the above, daring to deter you as its source of focus, causing you to freeze up as Kaz spoke his difficult to say words. “And when we get the one million kruge, that is when I will allow you to go out on your own, then you will have the expenses to protect yourself, and disappear if we cannot manage to end this eternal wrath that the grisha and hierarchy establish through the existence of the fold, they turn the tides of where whomever can go, and if they are gone, you shall have the freedom to venture to the place that your heart most desires, you’d no longer have to be trapped by my side similarly to my cane.”

“Everything that you are saying is tipping my head upside down; that I out of everyone, am your priority and that you are to set me free like a bird that has been trapped in a cage? Perhaps, this is a situation that it seems not you have enquired to think of, but I do not want to leave your side, even if I can. If I so much as wanted to, I’d have taken the chance to wrangle free in the midst of the journey from Ketterdam to these exasperating lands that want us to be persecuted for this job that we have taken underneath our midnight wings, though if you hadn’t noticed, I remain here. And whilst I wouldn’t have been peripherally if you weren’t to have saved me from my possible annihilation, I still have no intentions of abandoning you in any way, although that resolutes from you openly willing to take the risk of your own life in order to preserve my own. Never, and I compensate that with defiance, do that again.” You swiped your finger towards him, watching as the crease between his brows stiffened and grew deeper like a crescent that exhibited itself in the lawns of time, he poised his head back at your jurisdiction, clearly offended by your selfless demand.

“I cannot make that promise, there are little to no things that I have connective nurturing for; money and wealth stomp on nearly anything, but to me your life is priceless, even if your opinions do not retrograde the same reflection of worth.” His palm was shaky beneath its armour of leather as he went to reach for your hand, it took him a minute or so until he paid the dues of contact, but he faced his greatest fear, and denied avoiding contact. The prospect of Kaz touching anyone, let alone it being you, stirred a strange sensation through your body, as though you were being electrocuted via a storm, more specifically, a bolt of lightning that shot down from the angry clouds, shooting adrenaline and a high pulse through every limb of your form. “Do not mistake me for not having care towards Inej and Jesper, but without you I’d lose the path of succeeding through all my personal struggles, because you are the one thing that reminds me to continue to fight all of the harms in the world that wish to prosecute us, as though we are rodents that climb out from the sewers and run through the streets, poisoning them. There is a strong suit that wraps around me, stubbornly suffocating my interests, so that I have an avoidance of ever allowing anything to proceed to happen to you - get that through that steel skull of yours, you are smart and strong and my number one mine of gold for me to protect.”

“Kaz…” it felt like a forbidden sentence slipping off your tongue, simply by saying his name. You gave his hand a squeeze, noticing how he stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed a second later, getting used to the notion of silent amorist exchange; his blue eyes scalped every inch of your face, staring at the skin that compressed against your bone structure, the twinkle of the stars illuminating each distinctive feature that condoned your image. “I don’t know what I should say it’s - it is like we have been risking everything for nothing. And I am no gold mine, I cannot get us all that kruge, and I sure as hell can’t beat against the most powerful grisha known to man. I may be strong, but I am not strong enough. I may be smart, but certainly not smart enough. Overall, to everyone I am missing something, and it makes me wonder what else you see in me rather than an opportunist that can bring men to their knees in a second by sweeping beneath them, ready to swipe anything of value that they carry within the income of their pockets.” Drifting on their own accord, your eyes diverted once more to gaze up into the magnificent scenery that stroke above; each star was different within its placement, as well as how much it glowed under the pressure of insistent staring. It was as truly beautiful sight, and as you accorded your eyes to focus on the chord of light, Kaz’s eyes remained tuned upon your perseverance.

“The fact is you could bring any man, including myself,“ he gulped for a moment, feeling just how cheesy his words were as they spewed out, before he continued. Each word he spoke with giving you a new light that you saw Kaz under, he was not just a ruthless killer that likened to getting his hands dirty on a job, he was human like everyone else, many people seemed to forget that. But he had never appeared more humane as he did in the second with you, his hand clasped foreignly in the clasp of your own, and his eyes void of all intent, they were pure and for a second juridical with the haven of content. He wasn’t envisioning good, he was allowing himself to see what was right in front of him. “To their knees.” He finished his sentence, only to go on and elongate the mercenary like talk that he often had a problem with discussing. Though now could be the last moments that he could open up in such a way; it was uncertain how the turn of planned events would turn out, sailing through the fold was a danger all in itself, a toiling threat that was pushing you all forwards with a stern hand on each of your backs. “And you don’t even have to lift a finger to do so, every emotion you make me emit makes me possess a vigil weakness that I try to keep hidden, but in order to get the last of my strength through it, I acquire to get this off my chest before we venture to our next route. I care deeply for you, when I’m around you it feels like I am beneath water, the liquid gurgling in my lungs like sickening liquor. I have never felt this way, not have I ever had a desire to be monitored by these virtual sources, but they’re here, as are we.”

Taking a sturdy breath, you raised Kaz’s gloved hand and aligned it with your lips, gently pressing a kiss to the material that separated your skin. “You will not lose me Brekker, I’m not going anywhere. We’ve gotten this far, and that’s impressive all on its own. The trip back to Ketterdam cannot be as difficult as our journey here, we endured betrayal from that oaf that helped us cross the border, we got in and out of the Little Palace unscathed, and escaped the General on another account. I’d say that’s quite impressive, and behind every ploy you have been the grand mastermind. So let’s go home, and we can pick this up from there. ‘Tis a shame though, the stars don’t quite shine as bright back there, but we’ll have each other, and that is enough to brighten and guide me through the nights.” His lips stretched at the sides, depositing an appearance of relived thought. There had merely not been much of a fight between you on the situation, if he were to have pried any further about your safety he was sure there’d have been, but things had settled before they reached that stage. The primary battle though was to be against one of the most powerful grisha to walk the earth, of whom was keeping the Sun Summoner hostage. But as you had supposed, things would work themselves out. “I’m going to check on Inej, I won’t be a second.” He remembered the smile on your face as you trekked off, it was a notion to which he analysed that you were one of the few people who were kind to him. Once you were out of his vision, he looked up at the stars. There may have been no saints resting up there, but it sure was a peaceful view.

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Say My Name and I’ll Be There: 5.4

Darkness.

What a strange feeling it is to have your senses deprived and stolen from you.  Were you still alive, or were you also nothing in this realm of nothingness? Look at you, unable to form a coherent thought or a cry for help.  Look at how you've fallen.

You've fallen too deep this time.  Was Xiao even looking for you?  Did they manage to kill Childe?  Was Aether defeated?  Did the Fatui get what they needed from you, and discard your body in the snow?  All these fears floated alongside you in this sea of darkness, but you could not discern the answers.

Just how much time passed since you were dragged into that portal?

But as soon as you found yourself in this wretched place of nothing, something began to manifest.  A single voice found you, then two.  Soon enough they were blaringly loud and obnoxious.  But eternal sleep sounded nice.  Maybe this darkness wasn't all bad.  A peaceful end to your unpeaceful demise.

"Why is she still sleeping?"  Childe sounded a bit agitated and overprotective as he glared at Signora.  "We require her to be in good health."

"Relax, Childe," Signora lent him a faint smile.  "Do you not know that archons and adepti can hear pleas for help?  This will keep the guardian you spoke of off our trail.  Later we'll use it as bait to capture him."

"It wasn't necessary to hit her so hard," he muttered.  He could still see caked blood at your hairline.

"Now that we're back, I'll inform the Tsaritsa of our achievement.  Make sure she doesn't try anything stupid."  Signora left the cell and retreated upstairs.

Childe watched her leave and returned his gaze to you.  His fingers lightly traced your jaw.  "I warned you that things would get ugly, ojou-chan.  You should have considered an early surrender."

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"I can't hear her," Xiao paced the city gates while Aether and Paimon tried to reassure him.  The worry that exuded the otherwise composed yaksha was enough to put them even more on edge.  If only he had been faster, if he had pushed off the ledge harder, you wouldn't be in the Fatui's hands now.  A part of him tore himself to shreds for his lack of agility in the spur of the moment, but he quickly silenced it.  Reducing himself to a failure would only hinder his ability to rescue you when the time came.

"We know where they're headed! They'll be in Snezhnaya without a doubt!" Paimon attempted to bring optimism to her friends.

"It won't be that easy to infiltrate their base," Aether groaned.  "We won't even know where she's being held, or if she's even there in the first place."  This comment only seemed to agitate the yaksha further.

Aether was right, and Xiao hated it.  As much as he wanted to barge into Snezhnaya the second you disappeared, acting on emotion and rage wouldn't do you any good.  The likelihood that they were using you as bait was too high.  He needed to formulate a plan, just like every other battle he's participated in.  "Quiet," Xiao ordered the two of them to shut up in a disturbingly low voice.  "I need silence."

"S-Sorry!"

The yaksha disappeared without another word, and reappeared before Zhongli in Liyue.  He was just leaving the funeral parlor after a long day.  "We have a problem," Xiao growled.

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"Mmph," you slowly regained consciousness sometime the next day.  "M-my head..."  Your blurry vision slowly focused on the ground in front of you.  The amount of scum on the tile made your stomach riot, and your gaze shifted to your wrists which were chained to the ground.  "So...dizzy."

The sound of metal clinking made you look up.  A Fatui agent was unlocking your cell door, and Childe entered.  "Good, you're awake.  Someone very important wishes to meet you."  He nodded to his subordinate, who then unchained your hands from the floor and rechained them behind your back.  Childe grabbed you by your injured arm and pulled you to your feet.

"Ngh!"  The sudden rise of pain in your shoulder made him chuckle.

"That wasn't even me going all-out, ojou-chan," he spoke in a quiet voice as he guided you down a dim narrow hallway.  "That injury is nothing compared to the ones you'll soon receive."

"Shut up," you groaned, not particularly caring if it'd earn you torture later.  The two of you soon came upon a set of doors, and Childe guided you through them.

The room was grand and remarkably...dim.  The air was stale and seemed to freeze in here.  Over ten Fatui agents and skirmishers, the top of their ranks, stood on either side of the path that led to an underwhelming throne.  The blue glow that shone through the windows illuminated you much like an interrogation light.  Childe pushed you onto your knees once you reached the empty seat at the far end of the room; he spared no expense at agitating your injury, a sadistic smile spreading across his lips every time he heard your stifled groans.

A figure moved from the shadows and took its seat on the throne.  The shadows from its headboard obscured the person before you, but you didn't need to know what the person looked like to give you an answer.

"Bow," the friendly mask of Childe finally broke completely, and he forced you to the ground with a foot to your back.  "It's customary to show your respect before Her Majesty."

"Urk," your face smooshed against the cold tile.  You appreciated that it was much cleaner than your cell floor.  It was a weird thing to focus on given the circumstances, but if you were going to live in that disgusting cell the rest of your life, might as well appreciate what you have now, right?

"Rise," a powerful voice boomed through the room, and Childe yanked you back to your knees.

You're really milking this, aren't you?  You glared at the harbinger when your shoulder ached from his harshness, but his hardened expression was focused on his queen.  That's when you noticed Signora to the left, who was accompanied by two other powerful-looking individuals.  Harbingers.

I can't call Xiao here, you realized with disappointment.  Even with his years of experience, he couldn't face four harbingers and an archon alone.  If you were to call him, he'd be here instantly and without the aid of Aether or anyone else.  It would serve as a trap.  Knowing this, your shoulders dropped with the weight of an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

You were alone.

"Do you know what this is?" The figure leaned forward enough so that her gloved hand was exposed to the light, along with an object you recognized to be your vision. The panicked look you gave your empty belt loop seemed to satisfy her question.  "I hadn't realized I had gifted a vision to someone very valuable to our cause," she mused, turning the vision over in her hand.  "You see, we archons bestow visions subconsciously.  If I had known you were my target, it wouldn't have been gifted to you.  I give you my thanks for your cooperation, but you will not be needing this."  She crushed it in her hands, and let the shattered pieces clatter to the ground with the faint clinking of glass and metal.

"Wait, no!"  You threw yourself forward, but Childe's grip prevented you from moving. That was my only chance! My...only...!  Tears dribbled down your cheeks, and Childe watched you with an empty gaze.  If there was some slim possibility of getting out of here, that was it.  You stared brokenly at the pieces sitting on the floor.

"If you prove your loyalty to my cause, dearest one, perhaps you'll earn it back," the voice echoed through the chamber.  "But until then, that will pose a problem.  We don't want you to leave prematurely, do we? You had only just arrived."

"P-please," you cried.  "Please don't do this."  Childe brought you to your feet and began to escort you out of the room.  "Please!  No! NO!"  His escort was more like dragging your flailing body as you tried to kick at him.  "Noooo!"

Your screams of protest no longer echoed in the chamber once the doors shut behind you.  A few Fatui held looks of uncertainty or even fear behind their masks, but remained silent.  The room was quiet until Signora spoke.  "Who will be in charge of her?"

The Tsaritsa's lifeless eyes floated to the harbinger that stood to Signora's right.  "Il Dottore."

The white-haired man grinned manically with only half of his smile visible from beneath his mask.  "What an excellent casting, Your Majesty.  You will not be let down with the results of my research."

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Childe chained your wrists to the floor once he returned you to the cell.  He brought a stool into the room and sat on it, intent on watching you until he was called to do otherwise.  You didn't meet his eyes.  "I gave you a way out," Childe spoke as he watched various expressions pass across your face while you thought of your options of escape.  "To avoid the torment that's to come.  You have no idea what you're in for."

"Shut up."

"If you follow instructions, I'm sure you'll earn a few luxuries."

"Like a clean cell?" You rolled your eyes.  "Why would you do something like this? I don't get it."

"I owe my loyalty to--"

"No!" Your shout cut him off.  "Cut the crap, Tartaglia.  Why?" Your eyes glowed enough to illuminate the cell, then faded again.  Your determination to remain strong continued to shine in your pupils, though.  "If what you told me in Dragonspine was true, if you actually were interested in me, you wouldn't be doing this.  I don't give a damn about your rehearsed 'loyalty' line, I'm sick of hearing it.  So why?"

Childe searched your eyes for his own answer.  

"You lied to us, said that you just wanted to join us on an adventure for awhile," you continued, eyes moist with the beginning of tears.  "You ate with us. You laughed with us.  You sparred with us.  Did all of that mean nothing to you? We trusted you!"

"Sweet, naïve ojou-chan.  Trust is for children. This should've been expected."  He stood up and grabbed the brim of the stool.  He walked towards the cell door.

"Do you even care about family?"  The question stopped him in his tracks, but he didn't face you.  "You've talked about your siblings before.  Do you really expect me to believe you have family values if you disregarded mine?"

"Watch your words, comrade."  A dangerous voice left his lips, but it didn't faze you.

"How would you feel if I had been the one to meddle in your family's affairs?  To kill them?  Do they know how many sins you've committed against innocent people?  Do you tell them? Have you told Teucer, or do you continue to wear the same stupid façade of a respectable, perfect older brother?  I'd love to see the look on his face when he finds out you're nothing but a monster and a fraud."

Your head slammed into the wall behind you, and Childe's face was suddenly inches away from yours.  His hand pressed against your neck enough to deprive you of air, but it eased slightly as he continued to look at you.  "Let me get one thing straight.  I didn't kill your grandmother," his voice was quiet, with slight guilt, and at the same time full of rage.

"T-then why did you force her to sign the house away?" You gasped for air when he finally let go of your neck.

"She signed it of her own accord," he rose to his feet.

"But why?"

"She refused to give information for free, so we offered her a considerable amount of money and to buy her house so she could move wherever she'd like," Childe grinned slightly when you gave him a look of skepticism.  "In the end, she didn't have any useful information on you.  But I was more than willing to oblige her, since I respect family."  

He replaced his seat back in the middle of the cell and silently watched you once again.  You didn't really know how to respond to his words about Granny, so you just glared at the muck on the floor.

Coming up:  First contact, a plot of rescue and...a rare sight of a yaksha.

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The Last Toll

Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 3865

Part One; Part Two

Summary: Trying to protect the boys from having to witness your death, you leave the bunker to die alone. Dean and Sam desperately try to find you before time runs out. 

Notes: Here it is. The final part in this trilogy of twists and lots of angst. I am super proud of how this series turned out and I hope you guys enjoyed the ride. As always, let me know what you think! (But hey, keep an eye out in the future for possible continuations)

Warnings: Death, gore, sacrifice, lots of angst and tears

Special shout out to my amazing beta reader Sarah, @suckmysupernatural​ . I love her so much and honestly, she’s helped me so much in getting these imagines out for you and she has some absolutely killer writing of her own!

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Monday 6:00 A.M.

You had exactly 18 hours left on Earth. 18 hours until a big invisible dog carries you in its mouth down to the eternal Big House. After arguing with Dean last night, it was finally hitting you. You were going to hell. An endless circle of torment that you had no escape from. Beside you, Dean turned over, still fast asleep. You smiled to yourself. You were going for him. 

Carefully lifting the blanket, you silently got out of the bed. You grabbed some clothes and stuffed them into your bag. It would be easier to change in the car. You couldn’t risk waking anyone up. 

You snuck out into the kitchen, quickly ducking behind the wall when you saw a trench coat laid over one of the chairs, it’s owner flipping through a book. Why can’t angels take naps? You tiptoed towards the entrance, making as little noise as possible. 

“You won’t get far.” Cas scolded, not even looking up from his cookbook. You sighed heavily. Busted.

“I can’t stay.” You stepped into the kitchen, putting your bag on the table. “I’ve put them through enough. I have to do this alone.”

“You know what Dean would say?” Cas inquired. You hated when he tried to guilt trip you. “He would say,” the angel lowered his voice to impersonate your boyfriend, “‘You’re one of us. And none of us goes down alone.’ Don’t you want to be with the people who love you? With the man you love so much you sold your soul?” It was odd to hear him speak so emotionally. You could feel tears welling, but you forced them back. If you cried one more time, you’d scream.

“I got to see him one last time. I got to see those eyes bright with life again. I got to kiss him again.” He looked ready to rebuttal so you stopped him. “This isn’t the first time this has happened, Cas. I can’t make Sam watch that again. And Dean…” You sighed, “The only thing that would come from them being there when the bitch comes is more trauma for them to carry around.” You put a hand on his shoulder, urging him to understand. “Let their last memory of me be a good one.” Cas was silent for a moment. 

“Alright.” You exhaled a breath of relief. You knew he would understand. Cas stood and grabbed his trench coat. “But I’m driving.” Your relief was replaced with frustration. 

“Cas, no-”

“Spare the Winchesters if that’s really what you want. There may not be a way out of this, but you will not go alone.” He was using his angel voice and there was no fighting him on this one. With a huff, you conceded. 

“Fine, but I am picking the music.”

-

9:34 A.M.

You’d kept your phone on silent, ignoring all of the calls you had anticipated. If you heard his voice, you would make Cas turn the car around. You did, however, try and read the avalanche of text messages you were receiving from both brothers. 

Don’t do this.

You don’t have to face this on your own.

Please baby, answer the phone.

One of Sam’s messages in particular sent a pang of guilt through your heart. 

Dean’s going nuts over here. We both are. Please just come home. If only to say goodbye.

“Regretting your decision?” Cas wondered gruffly. You shot him a look and turned on the radio. Cas changed the channel quickly as ‘Highway to Hell’ played, muttering that it was inappropriate given the circumstances. Instead, he found a  station playing Night Ranger’s ‘Sister Christian’. You felt that ache in your chest come back. 

“Now what?” Cas read your expression. 

“Nothing, it’s just this song.” You had to laugh at how sentimental you were being. “Dean played it all the time when we first became a couple. He liked to joke that he was the ‘Mr. Right’ I’d been so desperately looking for.” The memory made you smile and you imagined being in the impala with Dean singing from the driver’s side. 

“Motoring!” He would belt. “What’s your price for flight? You’ve got him in your sight. And driving through the night.” You would both sing the guitar part and laugh. 

“Y/N… Y/N.” Cas broke you out of the memory, seeing the sadness in your eyes. You hadn’t even realized that he had stopped the car. “I figured you would want some coffee.” You looked out the window and saw the gas station he had parked in front of. 

“You’re a saint, Cas,” You exclaimed, the grumbling in your stomach finally getting your attention. The angle looked very confused. 

“Y/N, I can’t be a saint. I’m an angel.”

“It’s just an expression.” You laughed, opening the car door. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

Cas knew that if you were anything like your boyfriend, you’d pursue the aisle for some pre-packaged junk food for a while before checking out. Which gave him about ten minutes to return a very angry call. 

“Where are you? Is she with you? What the hell Cas?” Dean yelled into the receiver. Sam sat at the table, still trying to find you, but you must have turned the tracker on your phone off. 

“She’s okay, Dean.”

“Bring her back. Now.”

“I can’t. She’ll run if she thinks I’m taking her to you.” Cas explained, keeping an eye on you as you moved through the candies. “We’re stopped at a gas station in Topeka.”

“Where are you headed?” 

“She won’t say.” Cas sighed. “She just tells me what turns to make and what roads to follow. Although, she did mention something about ‘seeing the old place again’, whatever that means.” Cas watched you pay for your items and head for the exit. “I’ve got to go.”

“Cas, wait!” Dean said, but the line was already dead. “Damn it!” He tossed the phone across the table. Sam caught it before it could slide off. 

“He wouldn’t tell you?” 

“He doesn’t know!” The older Winchester exclaimed in frustration. “He said Y/N is just telling him as they go. The only clue she’s given him is ‘seeing the old place again.’” 

“Did he say where they were stopped at least?”

“Some gas station in Topeka, so they could be heading anywhere.” Dean paced back and forth. He should have known you would pull something like this. You thought you were protecting him by facing this alone. Hell, you’d been doing it since you were a kid. Dean stopped suddenly. 

“What is it?” Sam asked and his brother grabbed the keys to his car. 

“I know where she’s going.”

-

2:14 P.M.

You hadn’t seen the house in about twenty years. Then, it was a family home- bikes left on the lawn, your mother’s tulips overtaking the garden, your terrible chalk drawings covering the driveway. Now, the wood was rotting and a tall chain link fence surrounded the premises. 

“What are we doing here?” Cas wondered, turning off the truck as you hopped out. The bottle of anger liquid practically glowed in the afternoon sun. You took a swig.

“This, my friend, is where I grew up.” You surveyed the house and nodded. “And it’s where I want to die.” You tucked the bottle in your bag and climbed the fence, landing on the other side with a dramatic flare. Cas let out an exasperated sigh. 

“What happened here?” He asked, reading all of the ‘Condemned Building’, ‘Do Not Enter’ signs. He followed you over the fence, clumsily tumbling onto the other side. 

“When I was fifteen, my brother came home from college for the weekend. Only, it wasn’t my brother.” The old wounds didn’t hurt as much anymore, but being here again certainly made them sting a little. “It was a shifter. Now, my parents were hunters before they had us, so they figured out something was wrong…just not fast enough.” It all felt so far away now. “After he killed them, he came after me. Somehow, I got the upper hand and sent a silver kitchen knife through his heart. That’s how I started hunting.” Cas put a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry.” You just shrugged sadly. 

“It was a long time ago.” You were able to pick the lock on the front door, the smell of mold and dirt filling your nostrils. Home sweet home. 

Somehow, the kitchen table was still standing and the sliding glass door leading to the back porch was intact. Your father always used to joke that it was bulletproof. The last time you were in this room, you stabbed a creature that looked like your big brother. And that was shockingly the least complicated your life had been in twenty years.

“Make yourself at home Cas. I’ve got about,” You looked down at your watch, “nine hours and forty minutes until I become a chew toy and I’m going to spend it reminiscing and getting very, very drunk.” Cas gave you a look of disdain. “Hey, I didn’t ask you to be here.”

“You are handling your impending damnation remarkably well.” He sat down in a creaky chair as you started to empty out your bag. 

“I’m not going to spend my last few hours cowering in the corner, Cas.” You opened the small tin box that you had brought. “I can’t fight what’s going to happen to me. The most I can do is stay here, away from Sam and Dean, and wait.” You repeated it over and over in your head as if you could convince yourself. Every bone in your body wanted to fight. It’s just who you were. You survived. But now, you were staring down the gaping mouth of hell for the man who taught you to live. 

-

4:36 P.M.

You may have had a three hour head start to St. Louis, but Cas couldn’t drive like Dean could. Both brothers continued their attempts to call you but it was still to now avail. It didn’t matter. They knew where to find you.

The exact address of your childhood home was not hard to find. Your parent’s deaths were well publicized so Sam just followed the trail of articles. Sure enough, Cas’ truck was parked in front of the condemned building. 

“Why would she pick this place?” Sam asked, taking in the sad sight. 

“This is where it all started for her.” Dean answered somberly. “It’s where she wants it to end.”

Inside, a half empty bottle of Jack sat beside the pile of photographs you had been looking through. You told Cas dozens of stories, some through laughter, some tears, and some both. With music playing from your phone, you didn’t hear the new set of footprints until the Winchesters were standing in front of you. You jumped up from the table, the alcohol in your system making you dizzy.

“You told them!” You cast an accusing glare at the angel beside you.

“This isn’t what you want.” He replied in a quiet voice. You turned your panicked face back to the brothers. Sam’s expression held a sad understanding, but you couldn’t read Dean’s. He stepped towards you. 

“You have to leave.” You ordered, backing away as he got closer. “I don’t want you here for this. Get back in the impala and leave.” You backed into the corner and Dean towered over you. “Please, Dean.” His eyes searched yours and knew. He pulled you into his arms, tucking your head under his chin. 

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

You didn’t fight him. You let him hold onto you as your body started to shake. It was another one of your selfish reasons for leaving. If he wasn’t here, if you couldn’t look at his face, you could pretend that you weren’t scared. Now he was here and all of that tough-girl bullcrap was gone.

“I’m right here baby.” He kissed your forehead, taking all of your stress and putting it on his shoulders. You would carry this together. 

“Why did you leave?” Sam asked gently. You turned, Dean keeping his arms around you from behind. 

“Because you shouldn’t have to see this, Sam. You watched it happen to your brother, I couldn’t make you watch it again. Neither of you should be put through this.” Dean lightly kissed your shoulder. 

“You can’t do this alone.” He whispered. 

“I had Cas.” You smirked. The three of you laughed, Cas even cracking a smile.

“Why don’t I go to a restaurant with quick service and get food?” Cas suggested.

“Fast food. It’s called fast food.” Dean snickered into your shoulder. You elbowed him. 

“That would be great.”

The sound of a clock chiming startled all of you, Dean instinctively pushing you behind him. Sam sighed. 

“It’s okay, It’s only five.” You were all so on edge that it felt later. The clock echoed still, connecting a memory in your mind.

“No way.” You broke away from Dean and found the living room. You must not have heard it earlier because of the music. Sure enough, the gigantic Grandfather clock was still ticking. “I can’t believe it still works.” You mused, running your fingers over the dust covered glass. “My dad loved this thing. He never let us play around it because he was scared that my brother and I would break it.” By some cruel irony, it lasted longer than he did. 

-

10:29 P.M.

With stomachs full of fries and mediocre burgers, you had climbed up onto the roof- which was surprisingly still sturdy- to look at the stars. Five hours passed in a blink and you were all getting anxious. Sam and Cas were inside, giving you and Dean time alone. 

“I want you to have this.” You began, talking over the music playing from your phone. You handed him the small tin that you kept all your pictures in. Dean raised a brow and you playfully rolled your eyes. “And no, there’s no playboy material in there so you can wipe that smirk off your face.” Dean chuckled and draped around your shoulders to pull you closer. 

He opened the box and spilled the contents into his lap. The first image made him laugh. It was of you and Sam, fast asleep on a motel sofa, your head on his shoulder and half of his body dangling over the arm of the couch. Someone- aka Dean- had drawn mustaches on your faces. 

“I forgot about this.” Dean put each photo back in the box as he looked at them. Some were from when you were a kid, but most were from your time with them. He paused at one in particular. It was of you hugging him from behind as he worked under the hood of the impala, both of you laughing at something he had said. You were at Bobby’s. Ellen had taken it.

“Damn,” Dean muttered, putting the picture on top of the others. You knew what he was thinking. He’d lost so many people. His parents, Bobby, Ellen and Jo, and countless others. Now he would have to add you to the list. 

“When it comes, I’ll need to borrow your gun.” You said suddenly. He gave you a strange look, taking a second to understand. “I figured it would be a better way to go than becoming dog food.” Dean winced. This was not a subject he wanted to address. A part of him still had hope. 

“Maybe there’s still a way.” 

“Dean,” You sighed, “there would need to be an act of God or the gates of hell closing.” You had a little less than an hour now. Dean’s eyes lit up and he shifted to face you. 

“That’s it. That’s how we can fight this.” 

“Dean, what are you talking about?”

“When Sam was completing the trails, he was able to kill a hellhound with an angel blade. We can kill it.” His voice had a new sense of determination.

“Dean, there would just be more.” You scoffed. He couldn’t be serious.

“So we kill them!” He said it as if it was simple. “It’ll at least buy us more time to undo the deal.”

“Dean…” You looked at him like he was crazy, but the new found hope on his face made it impossible to rebuke. 

“It’ll work.” He said, more to himself than to you. “It has to work.” You both fell silent, listening to the music. You almost laughed. Led Zeppelin’s ‘Stairway to Heaven’. You sang along in your head.

“And it’s whispered that soon, if we call the tune then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long and the forests will echo with laughter.” 

Surely, somebody up there was laughing. Whoever God was, he sure had a twisted sense of humor.

-

11:57 P.M. 

“We need to get inside.” Dean announced, grabbing the tin and putting it in his jacket pocket. “It’ll be easier to corner the bitch so we can kill it.” 

You both climbed down into the back yard. Sam and Cas were waiting, already filled in on the plan. Neither were overly confident, but if there was a chance, they were willing to try. 

“You ready?” Sam asked. You gulped and gave the three of them a solemn nod. Each man filed inside, weapons at the ready. As soon as Dean was in, you slid the glass door shut, jamming a metal bar in between the door and the wall. 

“Y/N!” Dean yelled, trying to force it open. “Y/N, what are you doing?” The door wouldn’t budge. “Let me out!”

You put your hand against the glass, palm splayed out where Dean’s fist pounded. You gave him a small, sad smile. 

“It’s okay.” You mouthed. His hand flattened against yours. “It’s going to be okay.” You exchanged a glance with Sam and he gave you a wordless promise. He would make sure his brother would get through this. You locked your eyes with Dean’s. You never got tired of those emerald irises. Knowing that you put the life back in those perfect green eyes would give you enough courage to face what came next. 

You closed your eyes, feeling a lone tear slide down your cheek. 

12:00 A.M.

This time, the clock’s chiming didn’t make you jump. The howl did. Both Sam and Dean were desperately trying to get the door open, but Cas knew that this was what you wanted. He turned away. 

“Damn it, Y/N! Open the door!” Dean shouted again, hitting the glass as hard as he could. You spoke just loud enough for them to hear you. 

“I love you.” You opened your eyes only to find the heartbreak in his. “I love all of you.” You cried out as a set of claws dug deeply into your calf, yanking you backwards onto the concrete. 

“No!” Dean screamed. He pulled so hard that the handle of the door snapped off. Sam was frozen now, neither brother able to tear their eyes away. 

You tried to hold back your screams, but it was useless. The hellhound flipped you onto your back, claws ripping through your shoulder like paper. Your shrieks were loud enough to fill the kitchen. 

“Baby, please.” Dean cried, his efforts in trying to break the glass merely giving him bruises. He was forced to watch the invisible beast create claw marks along your arms and chest. He felt every tear as if it were happening to him all over again. A pool of blood started to pour out beneath you.

Your most agonizing scream came when you felt the dog’s jaws clamp around your side. You looked up at the men above you. Dean’s face was stained with tears, as was his brother’s. They both looked so anguished, so shattered. So you remembered last night. You remembered their laughing faces and off-key singing. You remembered Sam’s comforting embrace and his knowing smile. You remembered the taste of Dean’s lips and the feeling of his body tangled with yours. You remembered their eyes in the sunset, sparkling and alive. And you smiled. Your boys.

“Y/N! No!” Dean screamed in horror as a chunk of your flesh was violently torn away. You stopped moving. “Y/N!” The last toll of the clock echoed throughout the entire house and the old Grandfather clock stopped ticking. 

Sam pushed his brother to the side and fired his gun at the glass until it shattered. Dean bolted through, not caring if he got cut. The hound was gone, leaving only carnage in its wake. He fell to his knees. 

“Y/N?” His voice was quiet now, hoarse from screaming. Your eyes stared blankly up at the stars, blood splattered across your face. He cradled your head in his hand. “Don’t do this to be, baby. Don’t do this to me.” He pulled you into his lap. “Come on sweetheart, don’t make me lose you too. Please.”

Sam’s chest tightened, watching his brother break down. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw Dean cry this hard. Cas had vanished, so it was just the two of them now. After a moment, Sam let out a heavy sigh. 

“Why don’t you head out the car? I’ll clean up.” 

“No.” Dean growled, head jerking up to look at him. “I have to do this.” Dean straightened and he scooped your body up into his arms. Blood rushed down his clothes like rain, seeping through to his skin. It would stain him for the rest of his life. He pressed a kiss to your forehead one last time and gently closed your eyes. 

And she’s buying a stairway to Heaven. 

-

Tuesday 8:33 A.M.

The ride back to the bunker was silent. Even when they got back, Sam knew better than to say anything. Dean went to take a shower, shoving the small tin to the back of his drawer. Sam poured himself a drink. He looked out on an empty library and lifted his glass, as if he were toasting you. 

Dean turned the water to a scalding temperature, feeling it burn as it rinsed off the sticky crimson liquid that covered his chest and arms. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw your smile going blank as the hellhound tore away your skin. And all he could hear was that stupid clock. Before he even realized it, his hand punched the tiled wall over and over again until it cracked, his knuckles splitting open and oozing blood. He didn’t even feel it. He didn’t feel anything. 

-

It was dark, but you could still see the blade hanging above you, glistening menacingly. Spiked restraints pierced your wrists, holding you down on the table. 

“Sam? Cas? Anybody!” You cried. There was no hiding the terror in your voice. The saw screeched to life and slowly lowered down towards you. “Help me! Somebody please!” You struggled, only making the spikes dig further into your skin. There was no escaping this. Your screams filled the darkness. “Dean!”

-

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So I was searching through french national library website, as you do when you are bored and your favorite media is les mis, and I found this monograph by Fanny Dénoix published June 1862 titled “Les Misérables : à M. Victor Hugo” so if you are interested in reading one of Hugo’s contemporaries’ reaction to les mis, addressed to V Hugo himself, I’ve done my best to translate it (keep in mind that I am not a native french speaker so if anybody is interested in clarifying any points I might have missed, feel free) 

For context, I had to look up who Fanny Dénoix was and there’s not a whole lot of wikipedia (english or french) that helped to understand her position on certain aspects of the book (namely the part where she calls victor hugo a brother of satan haha) but basically what I got was that she was a writer who “ corresponded with many French intellectuals of the time including Victor Hugo”

Anyways, I liked that she quoted the text a lot (it seems like she had maybe only read up to the robbery at the gorbeau house) and she liked some of the same quotes that I did and I’ve marked all the chapters she referenced. And I liked that she she liked certain characters and seemed to dislike certain digressions and you can read that all below. Hope other people might notice something interesting in here! 

I. 

What beverage do you dare to put on our lips, Man, demon, genius or god? In your tremendous goblet we imbibe fever, we drink fog and fire! 

Who, poet, would hazard to follow you down so many strange paths? In your personal paradise is there a planet which is reassuring to the eye of man? 

With you, at the same time, here is the den, the summit, the tears, stamp and the irons: Here is the dawn, the flowers, the darkness, the abyss, the heavens, the ecstasy, the underworld! 

Yes through you, we the elect have tasted the delight, have felt the prick of the thorn: through you, we the damned have known the torment, have weighed life and death.

At times you seize us with sadness, with fear. At times your indescribable accent brings us a caress or a chisel, leaving an imprint of ice, of lava, or of blood! [okay so as I was reading it up until here I was like okay so she really likes him?]

And wonder! Who follows your invincible steps surrenders all liberty. To free one’s self from the imperial yoke? Impossible: That yoke is made of eternity! [and then this made me think that maybe she did not really like him]

By what right do you dispose of our destiny, supreme being, giant being. What! You, along with God, hold the chained soul in eternity, in the void! 

So then what are you? Must we doubt or believe? Vagueness irritates our spirits. Night, sun, or chaos, in your opinion is this glory? Is it a shame to be in love?

In response your cry releases flames and terror freezes us still- Then, the sounds of azure skies, you thrill our souls with dreams of wings of gold.

But finally we want to know what you are: Were you born among mortals? What are you expecting from the world? Denouncement or celebration? Chains, a throne, or an altar? [this part was pretty funny]

Accepting the unexpected, because of your essence humanity must feed itself, because we must, without thanks, live in your power, to shine or to die! 

Go! Your acrid prestige surrounds us in vain; Go far away! Sinister unknown, get out! All the stars shine in vain in your crown; You are nothing but a brother of Satan! 

Oh! No, I blasphemed! May your soul forgive me, genius with the magic candlestick! Illusion, happiness, only your appearance gives them. Otherwise, it’s the coldness of the tomb. [And these two parts were really the best]

Let’s beware of running from them, those strange regions where you evoke by turn sylphs, demons, larva, and angels. The soft dove, the cruel vulture! [inconclusion to part one, I don’t really know what her problem is with him except his ego, which is fair enough]

II.

With you, let us be carried away by the storm, Collide, succumb to the depths! Let us get lost from the real to the mirage, nail all the living in the casket! 

With you, let us burn with enthusiasm, initiate assaults, be lulled by the winds, be killed by the miasmas, be bound to the registrar of the convicts! 

Valjean, what a victim! There, what a miserable thing! Well what a precious appearance! Who does not love him? And, before this man unlike any other, who does not bow in respect! [I couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic here?]

Whether he is a number, Leblanc, or Madeleine, Valjean keeps his appeal. Will he go away? We search, we hold our breath, to see if Valjean reappears. 

How the harshness of days gone by brings us back to earth, and what agony of death, when, riveted by a chain and thrown on the ground, Valjean cries and does not understand! [1.2.13]

Even to our eyes deceived by appearances, There are only victims of circumstance! There are only hearts rebelling against unjust suffering, They see the good with horror! [and maybe she was being sarcastic here? I really didn’t understand]

Once caught, yes the soul is dumbfounded, Filled with suffocating regrets! This thing, cruel readers, Jean Valjean did it to feed seven little children! [1.2.6]

Poet, why do you sully with this muck one so brave, so good as Valjean? What a rage you write onto this face of an angel. Coward, thief, ingrate, crook! 

Your fantasy outlined his presence, Valjean, he is the heavens set ajar. But with all fairness, with all goodwill, why set off the horrible Javert? 

And of Javert, why this harsh personality? We shiver at the thought of seeing him again! And yet, my god, with this austere style, what a proud slave to duty! [I think she likes Javert lol]

And Fantine, why, under bitter torment, bend this fragile shrub? Why these hard efforts, a mother’s torture, and the scorn of the gutter?

You could say that it is like the grating of a file against the flesh and groove of a burning iron when Fantine can, frightening and sublime, sell her hair and her teeth!   

And all the others we run from, run from what is necessary, but have pity as is their right! And this poor orphan, skinny and naked, who holds herself against the cat to be less cold!  [ 1.2.6 At first I thought that this was a reference to Cosette but then when I found the quote in the text I saw that it was a reference to Valjean’s niece] 

Cosette, poignant day! Must we bring her to the den of a murderer? Poet, is it really true then that in the human race there exists Thenardiers? [I also hate the thenardiers] 

Monseigneur Bienvenu, may he always be admired, may his cult become law. These rare virtues exhibited by the priest, rekindle your courage and faith. [just adding in a throw away line here about Myriel I guess] 

III.

With what vigor you paint distress, the valiant, celebration, combat. Without ceasing you are struck by vertigo, by drunkenness, everything from here on earth. 

There, suddenly you illuminate in history a feat which was sleeping ignored. Here Napoleon, by force of glory, makes in Europe a gilded people. [ 3.4.5 lol this is a quote from Marius’s speech to which Combeferre responds with “to be free”]

Here you expose these cloisters from which there is no exit, this lethargy from which there is no waking, all these brows covered by a veil woven by night, all these shadows in the sun! [ 2.7.2 ]

Crime, abuse, cowardice, your hand overwhelms them, your hand tears down false appearances, where does your hand not run, vigorous, relentless, taking destiny hand to hand? [3.1.11]

Without truce, around you what a bizarre assemblage of the fresh, of black colors! Your most shady path (all skies have their clouds), you sow them with gold and flowers! [okay I really am not sure I translated this part well]

However, the streets, the gamin, the grisette, we waste too much time. But, the grass, a grain of sand, a nothing, a little flower, you frame it with diamonds! [what I took from this is that she does not like the digressions...although she did talk about them a lot above]

By you, from the lost mountains, from the steppe, from the pebble beach to you, as the scene is evaluated! With you, what is glory? With you, how one dreams of the furrows of Waterloo! 

Here they reappear, these camps, horrible tombs of which the thrones make a game! Here the Emperor's prestige falls: the colossal man annoyed God! [2.1.9 glad to see this line has always been appreciated]   

In the chasm of blood, the thundering inferno, braver still Ney stood up! Greater still, he wants to die. -For French bullets destiny had reserved him. [2.1.12 Well I’ve just wondered before what people thought of the Waterloo digression. At least this is proof that they really read it] 

The wild and dreadful retreat unfolds, Because the king of king wants it to, Here is a demi-god whose power is collapsing.--Listen to the cry of every man for himself!  [2.1.13]

A man, towards nightfall, while everything folds and retreats, to combat returns isolated; It was Napoleon, immense sleepwalker, Alas! From this crumbling dream!  [2.1.13]

For a long time we said to ourselves, how glory dazzles: Look at the signs of the times. Is he really dead, he who rang in history the fanfare of the titans?  [3.4.5 This is another quote from most cringe Marius’s speech, love that it had such an impact]

IV.

Whereas your affect is pleasant when you describe a flight of the wind, the shock of a storm, how we salute you in this description of Paris in which the smile is the mouth of a volcano!  [3.1.11]

What does this fracas matter, what does this scum matter, so much as its ideal does? Yes, Paris is everywhere where the future is illuminated, where man dresses the altar!  [3.1.11]

With each step, how your eloquent power expresses hope, expresses regrets! How your natal sky and your absent fatherland cries in each of your strokes! 

With what emotion our guts palpitate, when your intimate expressions brings a soul to the soil, brings breath to the walls, brings cries to the household. 

When you paint the manx sown in nature, we respond with an oppressed heart: What sorrowful labor, my god, may these ties to the past be ruptured! [ 1.5.8 This one seems like a random throwback, it’s from a chapter about Fantine and I never really noticed this line] 

May a movable destiny break us, caress us, Yes, let us keep an untamed front: Yes, your teachings prove that distress is the wet nurse of pride!  [3.5.1]

Yes, when the happiness of a false title is named, when glory weighs so little! The punishment is a crucible into which destiny tosses man if destiny wants to have a demi-god. [3.5.1]

The fertile lessons that you know how to sow, we chisel them into our memory. Everywhere, we are happy, we are proud to take you for a prophet of the future. [I mean now with all this it really seems like she really likes him so idk why she called him a brother of satan earlier]

But how to support, storm or meteor, your unlimited path! Mysterious being, the spirit which devours your treats, blinded by clarity!

You, whose chariot of lightning in the infinite roles, provoke useful congress:  extricate the abuses of an old world that’s crumbling beneath the stars of progress!  

Because of the elegance in your heart and in your conscience, we dream of a more beautiful tomorrow. But why present the candlestick of science to the pathless voyagers? 

Science, in your eyes would be the first of the sparks of honor? What! Your repeated cries of light! light! would be the omen of happiness! 

But what peril, with these golden chimeras, to pierce the shadow of the night! This science impedes roads. See already what it produces! [why does she hate science and what science is she talking about]

V.

What does it matter, innovator: praise for hope  which replenishes that which is around you, for braving the peril, for vanquishing ignorance, alone, for marching more firmly than all others. 

You, who in the infinite the eagle would take as a brother, you who surpasses our wish, what will you not dare to do? Your audacious finger would even remove God like one would a caterpillar!  [1.7.5 Got to be a favorite quote and I knew just where to find it when I read it]

Too wonderful a plan! But the mistakes are numerous, so one wants to chase them. To what the beautiful wish? Sad truth! The shadow is difficult to lay low!  [2.7.3]

Have faith! Back in time to when the soul decayed beneath so many ignoble interests. Undermine, of course kill the spirit of coterie, the pale enemy of progress! 

You, of the generous times, wake up your memory: war on the vile love of self! You of the cult of honor and the cult of glory, regenerate the holy faith! 

Yes society, let it be pruned by your finger, despite its vain roaring. You, intrepid athlete, oh! You of the new world, rebuild the foundations! [again, strong praise and now you’re calling him an athlete?]

Fie! Of those backwards people, who want us to put the light beneath the bushel! When the people enamored with you acclaim you in crowds, laugh at the fool, laugh at the idiot! 

Let them howl, rail against egoism, envy, plot against the various parties. Like the Creator, pour out floods of life: illuminate the whole universe

VI.

Blessed be the return of Valjean, of Cosette! Surprise! We are not breathing anymore! How this night, the night of the Jondrette, would make us scared if not for your honest Marius! [Blessed be Cosette :) Glad she liked that chapter]

There, our hearts gripped with supreme terror, taking in the terrible plan! The criminals of the hovel and the Javert, himself. Will they take Valjean or kill him? [what will happen next??]

But what! Of your heroes we are already losing track! So soon! Why this sad goodbye? Continue, dear cruel one, we plead for your mercy; we beg of you as much as we do God! [my exact reaction when V Hugo changes the subject right in the middle of the plot]

 Without you, love does not remain, without you, doctrine does not remain which does not provoke a mocking laugh. King of the world, without you the air is missing from our lungs, the beating missing from our hearts! [I think she likes the book]

FANNY DÉNOIX DES VERGNES.

 Beauvais, June 1862.

#Victor Hugo #contemporary reaction #my translation #speculation and mysteries

[kenpxchi]

hellish. || origin

Hell in the world of Bleach is a crazy place.

In the movie and novels, it is given far more lore than in the manga, with its own locales. However, the interesting thing about Hell is that it predates the creation of the three main worlds of Bleach (Hueco Mundo, Soul Society, and the Living World). Moreover, as revealed in Can’t Fear Your Own World, the Soul King was born into a world overrun by Hollows, and was essentially the first Quincy, as they completely eliminated any Hollows they found, but their actions earned grave consequences.

Interestingly enough, the existence of Hell predates the existence of even the Soul King itself. It has somehow always been there, always accepting those worthy of its punishment. Moreover, Hell seems to have an affinity with Hollows and those with Hollow-like abilities, trying to draw out the Hollow within.

In light of this, here’s my theory: Hell is the ultimate origin of all Hollows, and Kenpachi has a connection to it.

I’m gonna be making some crazy cosmology theories below the cut.

Exhibit A: Chains and Fate

Hell is bound by a gate of chains, and any sinners who escape it are forcibly dragged back by chains that link them to Hell. Similarly, when a soul becomes a Hollow, its Chain of Fate is completely dissolved through the process of Encroachment. Moreover, when the soul of a sinner, a Togabito, manages to escape hell, they must constantly hide their face with a mask. Moreover, in the manga (Volume imaginary number 01. the unforgivens, which is helpful if you want icons of Szayel & Aaroniero), it is revealed that Hollows and even Arrancar, who are composites of hundreds of thousands of Souls, retain their original form in Hell.

So, here’s my theory: the first Hollows were Togabito who managed to escape Hell by severing themselves from the chains that bound them and wearing masks to remain hidden, but in the process, they lost their identity and became monsters. As for why Arrancar appear in Hell, it is likely so that the individual souls that make up their being can slowly be torn away and sifted through, so that the innocent souls can leave and the guilty remain trapped. In the beginning, since there was no life or death, there really only remains one dichotomy between the unified world and Hell.

The unified world was where good people lived in peace, and Hell was where bad people were punished. Or, at least, the bad people who got caught. And this has remained Hell’s purpose for the entirety of time immemorial: to punish Togabito and make them suffer. Which brings me to my next point.

Exhibit B: The Denial of Suffering

Now, as we all know, due to the Soul King completely erasing the Hollows, the balance of the world began to destabilize. The Soul King was willingly split into pieces by the original five Noble Houses of the Soul Society, and the world was divided up into three different pieces: Hueco Mundo, Soul Society, and the Living World. However, there are some pretty significant plot holes which I hope to address.

Why would the Soul King’s actions destabilize the world if there was no life or afterlife, and therefore, no balance of souls between them?

Simple. Hell was being denied its suffering. By completely annihilating a Hollow, you’re essentially destroying it quickly, cleanly, and without any punishment for its misdeeds. Hell, obviously, is going to be very angry about this, as it was robbed of its escaped prisoners, assuming my cosmology theory is correct. This would definitely lead to a destabilization event. The caretakers of Hell, the Kushanada, are indestructible juggernauts who eat sinners (this is what we in the business call foreshadowing, kids).

You would not want them getting mad and coming out of Hell to ruin your day, Soul King or not, because not only are they entirely indestructible, they can pool their power together into a single entity (or person, if you’re the protagonist) capable of damning someone to eternal torment. No matter what you can do, no matter how strong you are, if the Kushanada deem you a sinner, and all unite to come after you, prepare for literally eternal pain.

So, now the decision to take a nigh-omnipotent and omniscient god, cut him into pieces, stick him in a crystal, and split the world apart sounds a bit more reasonable considering the alternative would be to doom the entirety of all sentient beings to unending agony at the hands of the Kushanada.

Why would the Soul King agree to being sealed in the first place?

Simple. He realize that if his actions doomed the entire world to Hell, that whatever fate awaited him there would be worse than being dismembered and sealed away for eternity acting as the lynchpin between all three worlds. Faced with this choice, any sane person would take the option with less pain... as grisly as that option may be.

Why would the Soul King create a place for Hollows if he wanted to kill all of them?

My guess is that if the Soul King was kind enough to be hacked up for the sake of the world, the reason he was completely erasing Hollows in the first place was in order to protect them from eternal torment in Hell. Unlike the Kushanada, who thrive on making sinners suffer forever, the Soul King likely held the belief that people can change, and don’t deserve such cruelty. So, Hueco Mundo was created as a world that gives Hollows some respite from the horrors of Hell, which are apparently worse than a desert full of cannibalism and death. However, that’s me psychoanalyzing a character who has no dialogue in the manga proper, and is mostly used as a plot device until he dies. Nice job killing him, Ichigo.

Now, having patched up some of the plot holes with liberal application of assumptions and theory, let’s move on to Kenpachi’s connection to it.

Exhibit C: Suffering in the Separate Worlds

So, the Soul King and his five teenagers with attitude noble family heads all managed to appease Hell somehow. However, this likely wasn’t all they did to keep Hell from engulfing everything. Remember how earlier I said that the original, unified world was a place where only good people lived? Now, look at the three disparate worlds.

Hueco Mundo is a barren wasteland ruled by the strongest, who exploit and devour the weak. Soul Society is an authoritarian nightmare with a disparity in class living conditions so stark it’s worse than some caste systems. The World of the Living is... well. We all live in it, and we know how it’s going. So what happened to each of these three worlds to make them so bleak?

My guess is that Hell demanded to have its own little piece of itself in each of these new worlds, in order to make up for all the suffering that was lost due to the Soul King’s actions. It’s why Bleach is a horrifically depressing world. The Soul King defied the guys who believe in eternal punishment. Disproportionate retribution was bound to occur in that situation.

Now, to sprinkle in a little more theory. There are locations in these three worlds that have a strong connection to Hell. They aren’t set in stone; they’re simply the locations where the most suffering occurs. Kushanada are drawn to it, since it’s usually where their prey is causing trouble. One such location might be the Outer Rukon.

Specifically, Northern District 80: Zaraki.

The Nameless Boy

So, in light of all this headcanon lore and all these attempts to plug up the plot holes of Bleach, we come to the origins of Kenpachi Zaraki, the man who was born in the most hellish district in the Rukon. I’m still going with the idea of him being the son of a sex worker who fell pregnant and fled to Zaraki. However, we don’t know who the father is.

The mother goes into labor and dies in childbirth. Shortly after, her baby dies. However, because the baby is born in a literal actual hellhole, there’s an innate connection to the energies of Hell, which thrive on suffering. The baby wound up forging a connection to it, as its death in such close proximity to Hell at such a young age would likely grab the attention of the Kushanada, who would be somewhat miffed that they were denied such good suffering.

So what do they do? They decide to put a little piece of Hell into the baby, as retribution for their loss. And so, the baby boy comes back to life. He eats the corpse of his mother, grows old enough to escape the basement he’d been hiding in his entire life, and goes out to start killing.

This gives us a few interesting implications:

The reason Kenpachi doesn’t stay dead is because he cannot stay dead. He’s meant to be a piece of Soul Society forever corrupted by Hell, and to act as an agent of the Kushanada. It’s why he heals so quickly and just keeps getting back up no matter what he gets hit with.

Kenpachi’s impossible durability and horrifying strength come from his connection to Hell, as does his seemingly unending pool of reiatsu, mimicking the Kushanada.

Because Kenpachi gets stronger every time he dies, even after unlocking the unconscious seal he placed on himself, he’s tapping more and more into his connection to Hell whenever he dies.

When Kenpachi goes to the Living World, he is literally Hell on Earth.

tl;dr - Kenpachi is Bleach’s version of Ghost Rider.

Anyway, that’s my spiel. If there are any inconsistencies, feel free to DM me and let me know.

#;; under the patch #;; headcanon #;; drabble