#Do they have signal in the celestial realm?

[thegreatsagewukong]

What's the chance that you could convince Nezha to join this lovely (mainly) mortal website?

I feel like he'd be fun to send asks to :>

I mean, I could definitely try to convince him. I did tell him about it when he was at ffm with me, i dont know if he seemed interested or not he was busy lecturing me.

Not even sure he can use a phone...

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

[Twst x Obey Me!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 6

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CW: ANYTIME that MC is referred with male address or pronouns it's going to be color blue. There's also a shit-ton of cursing here.

You can feel your blood pressure ascending into the Celestial Realm (faster than a newly deceased good person) as this Azul Asheng-something mf drags you into his oh-so-fancy "Monstro Lounge" while you're just peacefully trying to fuck off from his dorm.

You were unfortunately curious enough to go poke your head into the mirrors leading to the dorms to see what they've got and use it as inspiration, but then this greasy-ass bitch sadly spotted you and literally hounded you to go in.

You would've socked him in the face for a second time but it turns out that he's a pretty important figure in this school.

You don't really wanna get in trouble for doing that.

(You may be able to do it to Crowley but you don't know if this attempted-bangle-thief has influential parents or something.. Crowley meanwhile, acts pretty parent-less for you.)

You are keeping an eye on him though.

If he tries any bullshit then he's getting his ass kicked.

Social hierarchy be damned.

You didn't rein in 10 demons, 3 angels, The greatest sorcerer in all of humanity and The literal fuckin grim reaper, (who're all constantly dragging you onto bullshit as either an accomplice or the baby-sitter) just for some dude in an Emo-friendly-cut-my-life-into-pieces college to best you.

• • • •

Jade did a double-take.

"..."

He blinked.

Azul is sending him SOS signals by blinking morse code at him.

Jade rubbed his eyes for a few seconds.

"..."

Nope, still the same.

Azul: *Blinking for help intensifies*

...Pft–

He bit his lip to stop his laughter from escaping.

Who would've thought that he'll see a day where his precious housewarden is having his face passive-aggresively squished and kneaded by a new student? And also, probably getting himself threatened based on the eerie smile on the students' face.

Azul should be grateful that floyd isn't here, lest he'll have two people on his hands that are more than happy to squish him around. He should be grateful there isn't anyone else around, really.. Lest the reputation he took so long to build crumbles.

Oh he can just imagine it at the top of his head.. The poor octo-mer will probably combust from embarrassment and maybe even go find himself an octo-pot that he can shimmy himself into.. oh how he misses those days...

(Elae: I'm just imagining baby Azul shimmying into a lil pot.. Ugh, so adorable I'm getting cute aggression.)

He does eventually step in to stop the student from treating Azul's face like a squishy piece of dough He took a couple of pictures ofc. he ain't an amateur, but not before almost getting his own face fall victim to the new students' hands.

• • • •

"You try this shit again and see what happens." You smiled at him as you squished his face.

He's still holding onto your wrists but he seems to have given up from escaping your passive-aggresive face massage. Instead, he seems to have settled in blinking so fast he can almost fly with his eyelashes.

This bitch really had the audacity to try and get you to sell your jewelry to him in exchange for a room in his frankly unimpressive dorm. (You have more than a dozen rich and powerful simps. A dorm in a college ain't gonna be enough to impress you anymore.)

"— I know that you must not have any money to pay but maybe we can compromise, it's gonna be hard for you and your friend (Yuu) to keep staying in the infirmary after all.."

"We can manage—"

"And my benevolence will not allow me to let some poor unfortunate souls be without accommodations... So what if, for a week of stay each, you give me your jewelry in retur—"

You got so pissed at the audacity that you almost strangled him but changed your tactic into a hateful squeezing the last second. (You can't be reported for physically violent behavior rn.)

He speaks as if the entirety of this college and its dorms can actually be worth even a single piece of the ring in your left hand.

But seriously? 15,000 madols (that's the price Azul told you) for one night of stay?? If you're gonna be paying that much money for a single room, then that room better solve all your problems, fulfill your greatest ambitions and then suck your imaginary dick afterwards.

Your annoyed musings were cut off when a hand tries to remove your grip from Azul's face.

You absent-mindedly reach your other hand, trying to deliver another kneading to a new victim.

• • • • •

Azul covers his face with his hand, embarrassed of how the situation played out.

It doesn't help that Floyd is cackling like a deranged maniac at him right now.

Thank goodness they're in his office.

"Can you stOp?!"

Poor bbg was so embarrassed his voice cracked :<

Hmph.

Jokes on you, even if he got embarrassed today he still got closer to your jewelry.

And now, he can 100% confirm that those ornaments aren't just for decorations.

The strong magic from your rings that were pressed against his face confirmed it.

Those things are definitely custom-made magical artifacts of the highest caliber.

Now.. How to get them...

• • • • •

You stopped walking, feeling someone's gaze on you.

Looking around discreetly, you didn't see anyone but you can still feel the eyes on your form.

Yeah no.

You continue on, ignoring the feeling of being watched, but not going to dark places or spots where you'll be all alone.

Time to check in on Yuu and their unwilling gang of window cleaners.

See if they're done already.

The sun is starting to go down, after all.

• • • • •

Mc... We're going to come find you.

Don't worry..

Please stay safe..

Please don't forget that we love you more than anything else in existence..

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[amarynthian-chronicles]

Extended Contract Chapter 1

Fae Prince Sun, Fae Prince Moon, Fae King Eclipse x Witch Reader

(You are a witch that fell for the oldest trick in the book by giving your name to the mischievous Fae princes of the Celestial Court. Such an inconvenience on what was supposed to be a typical office night. You are honestly not having it. They, however, do seem quite happy about having you. You decide to make a deal with the Fae King to regain your freedom. The only thing that is functional in the whole situation is your phone signal in the Fae Kingdom.)

Warnings: kidnapping, suggestive themes, gore and the usual Fae tomfoolery

“May I have your name?“

“Of course, it is Y/N.“

“Your precious contribution is very much appreciated.“

It is not every day that one seals their own fate because of a simple misunderstanding of idioms and literal meanings, but there you were, bound to the realm of the Fae Folk and belonging to the royal twins of the Celestial Court. Mondays were known to be unlucky days, but this was just ridiculous.

You weren't really in the mood for getting abducted, thank you very much.

There were so many assignments and drafts due next week and you feared Vanessa's wrath far more than you feared the dark magic of enamoured Fae.

Furthermore, you had the misfortune of being stuck with those mischievous miscreants in the middle of the witching hour. The law firm building was empty, the cranky doorman had left hours ago and the janitor had the habit of never arriving before six in the morning. You could scream, but that would not do much good. The cameras did not pick up sound and technology could not record the presence of the Fae, so the only thing you would accomplish is create evidence of your own insanity.

“Excuse me, I really must protest.“

You were in the process of trying to escape the grip of the regal solar-themed Fae. He seemed rather amused, since you weren't really successful, but he almost seemed to be playfully encouraging you to keep trying. Prince Sun had always been a very supportive person, even if he was the one causing the problem in the first place.

“Go on, beautiful, nobody is stopping you. I think that every once in a while everybody needs to raise objections and such. It is healthy.“

His lunar twin grinned, red eyes glowing with roguish mirth.

“I wholeheartedly agree with you, brother. We fully encourage sincerity and dialogue.“

You told them that you wanted to make an appeal. They happily informed you that such a thing was not possible and that you officially belonged to them. You were certainly not touched by their infectious enthusiasm. After all, being gifted with a human's True Name was an experience akin to a cat falling into a whole box full of catnip for them.

“You will play with us forever."

“The Celestial Court is a wondrous place.“

“Word games galore.“

“But beware, for danger lurks in each syllable, my love.“

“Blades caress the consonants and glide along the vowels.“

“Running is futile, but at least it is a very healthy activity. It is always important to get some cardio for the day.“

By all logic, you should be feeling some form of despair and terror, but you were mostly suffering from a horrible case of injured pride. You had fallen for the oldest trick since the dawn of magic. You were an absolute idiot. True, you were running on two cups of coffee, you had not slept properly in a week and your blood sugar levels were more tragic than Shakespeare's “Hamlet“. In your defense, working for William Afton, attorney at law, was no walk in the bloody park. Especially when you had Vanessa as your immediate taskmaster.

You had grown tired of struggling, giving yourself a few moments of respite. Prince Sun was holding you bridal style, his blue gaze soft, showing a type of adoration one would give to a hidden treasure, a joy one experiences when holding a droplet of water in a desert.

Prince Moon had a personality that was diametrically opposite to that of his brother. Hunger reigned in his eyes. Your essence was intoxicating, calling for him, enticing him. You dared not even imagine what his claws could do to you, nor what he could accomplish with his razor-sharp teeth.

Rowan charms could no longer save you, nor could silver. Leaves of holly had no more power, either. You couldn't bribe the royal twins with cream either, since apparently you were the new dessert in the grand scheme of things.

Moon reached out with his claws, searching for your delicate hand. He traced his claw along the sensitive flesh of your inner wrist with all the fervour and ardour of a lover, inspecting the soft skin. Upon giving your name to them, two different markings had manifested on each inner wrist respectively. A crescent moon on the right one and the mark of the sun on the left one.

“Gentlemen, there has obviously been a bit of a miscommunication.“

“Yes, those tend to be very practical in our line of work.“

“I don't have time for this, do you have any idea how many assignments I have due next week?“

“Actually, we do. I must voice our disapproval of you overworking yourself in general. Following orders of such unworthy scoundrels.“

“Well, I am not really in the mood for changing one group of masters for another. I wish to be taken to the Fae King.“

“You will meet him later anyway, he is a bit busy now.“

“No, no, not in that way. I wish to make my complaint.“

“Haven't we closed that topic already?“

“I demand my freedom back. You two said that King Eclipse could grant it to me if I convince him to. Although, I see now that this statement does not exclude you two being capable of the same thing and most likely you are just using the wording to trick me to stop asking you.“

“Can you blame us?“

“Yes. I blame you. And I judge you.“

In spite of it all, you had to admit the celestial princes were quite handsome and their appearance would normally be breathtaking, if you weren't meeting them under such circumstances.

In a resting position, their large wings almost appeared like regal capes. Complementary colours reigned in their respective palettes. Deep royal blues of Prince Moon's wings were speckled with tiny stars, while the rich golden hues of Prince Sun's had swirls of blue interwoven in their texture. In a way, the twins were perfectly symmetrical when it came to the design of their wings. Their attire was similar to that of jesters, but far more elaborate and indicative of their status. Silk and velvet were present, bejeweled buttons, finely tailored doublets.

Both of them were eager, lovestruck and needy. To a degree you almost felt like a lamp attracting a pair of silly mothlings. Which was fitting, considering they too had wings and all.

As Moon was still caressing you along your inner forearm, Sun could not resist nuzzling your hair. You could have sworn that you heard both of them purr. A part of you wondered how on earth did such a scene appear on the cameras, were you simply just floating around and talking to yourself? You internally apologized in advance to any poor security worker that would have to go through the recordings later.

Sun's voice brought you back from your silly reveries, his cheek resting on your head.

“As soft as silk.“

You had been somewhat aware that a pair of Fae had been hunting you for the past several weeks, but it was impossible to decipher their identity. Their glamour and shielding spells had been extremely powerful, their cunning unparalleled and their tricks endless. In many ways, they had been testing you, the purity of your heart and the strength of your soul. They would come to you, disguised either as lost little animals in need of help, or as injured humans in need of assistance. You would always help, no questions asked and always ignoring the warning tingle of enemy magic. Your mind had completely warped to the logic of the normal world and you no longer asked yourself the questions a witch would.

You did not suspect the odd new coworkers that had appeared out of nowhere either, nor did you seem to wonder where they had come from. You had simply accepted that you probably just never noticed them before and that they had always been there. A few pleasantries here, a few kind words there, and that had been all. Of course, all up till tonight when the name trick finally came to rip the veil of denial off.

You huffed, unphased by Sun's compliments regarding your hair.

“Were you the one that has been making those silly fairy-locks I kept waking up with? Those are impossible to untangle!“

“Technically you are not supposed to do that, elsewise you bring misfortune upon yourself. The poor keyboard on your laptop suffered a premature death because of that.“

“I really liked that laptop.“

“I know.“

“It was brand new.“

“May it rest in peace.“

You looked over at the little digital clock on a nearby desk. The witching hour was almost over and the power of the Fae would slightly weaken after four in the morning. If you somehow escaped them, maybe you could distract them enough till the desired hour strikes. Your magical weapons may at least have a fair chance afterwards.

You gasped as Moon leaned closer to you, his hand caressing your cheek, sliding down to your neck, distracting you with pleasurable sensations and making your spine tingle.

“What is going on in that pretty little head of yours, wishing star?“

“Nothing much, honestly.“

Both of them spread their giant wings, showing all of their glory, then draped them over you in what one may interpret as a soothing and protective gesture, but given the circumstances, it was also a demonstration of entrapment.

Impish jesters, forever grinning, forever teasing.

It was one thing to be bound and made to serve an ordinary fairy. It was a completely different thing to be serving the royal twins of the Celestial Court. They were dangerous, powerful, their stature surpassed even the tallest of humans, their urges were never satisfied and their desires never at rest. Not to mention that they were the most competent tricksters of the Fae kingdom.

Fairies were incapable of lying. Therefore, they had to resort to literal meanings and multiple interpretations, distortions, tricks. You could imply one thing that was perfectly accepted and understood in human society, but they would purposefully give it an obscure meaning that was still not a falsehood.

Your predicament was ironic in many ways. Embarassing even. To be precise, you came from a long line of magical practitioners that had been known over the centuries as the Cunning Folk. Various terms existed for such people, but in the modern times the closest definition would be light witches. It was an adequate name that differentiated them from warlocks or dark witches.

You, dear Y/N, had done your best in life to keep the madness of magic at bay. Yes, you knew how to ward yourself from curious spirits, you always had your trusted rolled up newspaper at the ready to hit the local boogeyman on the head when he was living rent-free under your bed, and pretty much every imp on the block knew to avoid you if they wanted to keep all their limbs attached.

Fae Folk, however, were a different story. Long ago, it had been a custom for the Fae to connect to members of the Cunning Folk in order to form a soul bond. A familiar and their witch, in a way. It had always been a connection stronger than any spell and a love more intense than any passionate marriage.

All of that had changed when the realm of the Fae had been afflicted by a darkness far more potent than any light spell could heal. The Hopes and Dreams of children had become scarce and all that was once joyful and innocent had become corrupted and ruined. The Fae King had become cruel and wicked, his once cheerful and loving demeanour had transformed into that of a deranged villain. He did have an odd shift of behaviour on certain birthdays, though, and this would usually take everyone aback for a solid twenty-four hours.

In light of all that, the Cunning Folk had gone into hiding and refused any new bonds with the Fae. This was unacceptable, since the Fae had depended immensely on the sweet nectar that human souls could provide, especially when that soul happened to be a magical one. Consequently, over the centuries the Fae had to resort to various tricks, from luring humans into their fairy circles, kidnapping them and taking them to their kingdom, tricking them with various word games and always having them fall in traps when they least expected it. Certain Fae were less malevolent and were simply in dire need and want of being parents to a child, so they would take human babies to raise them as their own, leaving changelings in their place.

And despite all your efforts, you still managed to become a captive. Go figure.

Prince Sun, ruler of the waking dreams, bringer of hope, and Prince Moon, protector of sleeping children and vanquisher of nightmares. All of those titles did sound pretty cute, but both of them were still impish fiends that loved to play pranks on adults. Oh, well, your time was running out, so you had to think of something fast. Or at least try to reach the little dagger with Runes that you had all nicely hidden and tucked away in a secret pocket of your trousers. You never knew when you would need to stab something supernatural. Or open an envelope.

You concocted a little plan and hoped for the best.

Trickery was not limited to the Fae and you lowkey felt proud of your cunning ways as you pulled Moon into a deep kiss, much to his initial shock. He began to eagerly reciprocate, the sweet haze of lust conspiring against him, your softness and loveliness engulfing his mind. Desire was a natural solvent to rational thought and you had no problems with using that against him. Sun, on the other hand, was both shocked, and slightly jealous, but he did know that something was off.

His suspicions were only confirmed when, in the span of several seconds, you pulled out a silver dagger with enough Runic carvings to obliterate a whole magical army, casually stabbed Moon's heart as if the very gesture was the most normal thing in the world, used Sun's surprise to wriggle out of his grasp and you ran away down the corridors like a feral kitten. Well, at least you were productive.

As you ran, your phone began to ring, conveniently giving up your location in the process, but oh well. It was Vanny, so of course you had to pick up.

“Y/N, where is that briefing paper that you were supposed to email me literally yesterday?“

“I'm in a bit of a situation, Vanessa.“

“What is it now?“

“Well, apparently I am getting married.“

“Congratulations, I still want that briefing.“

“I will call you back, alright?“

Meanwhile, Prince Moon was having a bit of an existential crisis. He stood there, shocked, dagger protruding from his heart.

Oh, yes, it hurt. It burned, stinged, all of the unpleasant things that one may imagine. However, it was nothing compared to how it could have been. The newly forged bond made him immune to most of your deadly spells and Runes, so at worst he would feel temporary pain and then it would cease.

In a way, his desire and respect for you only increased. A Fae always respected good examples of trickery.

Sun could not stop himself from wheezing, very much entertained with the situation.

“You really walked into that one, Moon.“

“Shut up.“

He would still make you pay for that little insult, nonetheless. The corridors had morphed into the same scenery over and over, the windows were suddenly sealed shut, the nearby doors leading to a dead end or into a void of eternal nothingness. You could no longer trust your senses, for mad whispers kept disrupting reality. Only a few more minutes, you hoped for only a few more minutes till the witching hour ends.

You were honestly an idiot for trusting your own luck.

Moon's voice echoed throughout the corridors, ominous and demonic. A bit spicy, as well.

“You should have saved that fire for the wedding night, wishing star.“

“Goodness gracious.“

It became rather obvious that Vanessa would not be getting that briefing paper anytime soon, nor would our good old William Afton be getting his early morning coffee next week, either. Or any week, for that matter. It was a tragedy beyond description, may he rest in pieces.

You had to stop to catch your breath, panting, perfectly aware of the fact that you were mostly screwed. Well, a part of your mind tried to add some rational remarks and told you that living with the Fae couldn't be that bad and at least you would hopefully be getting some really cute royal garments or something. When in doubt, at least material things never disappointed you.

Ghostly hands rose from the ground, grasping at your ankles, your calves, your thighs. You fell forwards unceremoniously and you would have experienced quite a hit to the ground had the hands not grasped you, shielding you from the hard floor.

“What a perfect way to spend my night, being manhandled seventy percent of the time.“

Wrestling them was useless, but at least there was more dignity in that than just doing nothing and thinking about the meaning of life till your captors arrived.

Prince Sun appeared first, somewhat sympathetic, but also visibly tired from all the shenanigans. He let you have your little moment of heroism, though.

“Take your time, darling one.“

“Oh, sod off.“

Prince Moon arrived soon after, eyes glowing a dangerous shade of crimson, the dagger still embedded in his chest. He pulled the blade out, his gaze following the path of the rivulets of blood, almost enchanted by the pattern they were making as they glided along the expertly made Runic symbols.

“Love the craftsmanship on this one. It would have been a poetic death. Stricken by a wishing star, tearing my heart asunder, red pearls the only gifts I have to offer.“

Sun went over to you, partially teasing, partially serious.

“Someone is a bit violent. Are you alright, darling one? Do you wish to talk about some unresolved issues?“

“You two are literally stealing me away.“

“It's not that bad. We shall be loving and caring consorts to you. After all, our bond is basically an engagement.“

“This is the shoddiest proposal ever. How is this even supposed to work, each of you gets their own day of the week?“

“We'll share equally.“

“Excuse me, I am not a meal.“

“Really? You do seem rather delicious.“

“This isn't fair. Do you have any idea how homesick humans can get in the realm of the Fae?“

“We have many spells designed to bedazzle the mind and encourage you to forget the mortal world. And everyone is nice in their own way once you get to know them.“

“You two had no other member of the Cunning Folk to bother and you just had to stumble upon me?“

The dark spell was lifted and you found yourself free. Well, not for long, since the twins were at your side once more. Sun kissed your hand like a true gentleman, his wings making the faintest flutter of joy.

“We searched for a heart of gold and dreams of hope.“

“And you decided to look in a law firm?“

“Bright light contrasts best against a shadowy background.“

“Can I see the terms and conditions of my service?“

“Oh? Good idea! You can read all of that on our way to the palace! It will be so much fun to explain it to you. Of course, the letters are inverted, so you will need a mirror just to read it.“

He conjured a seemingly reasonable rolled-up piece of paper, before letting it unfold. It reached the ground in a comical fashion and kept on going till the end of the corridor.

“Sun, that list is longer than the border of Ancient Rome.“

“Indeed! I had it shortened to make it easier for you.“

“Dear god.“

“I also must say that I wrote it myself. I do my fair share of corporate business and contracts with humans are my specialty, but I do prefer to engage in theater. I may have given a certain playwright a few tips on writing his special little Midsummer work.“

“Old Will? For real?“

“Wonderful chap to have a pint with at the pub. I am certain he would have had an aneurysm had he lived to see what his reputation had become nowadays. A cheerful knave being the main topic for school and homework? Scandalous. He was a most charming actor and a talented wizard of words. Had many a verbal battle with him, and I never managed to snag his soul. I fully respect him for that.“

“Good to know. Regardless, I still wish to talk to your brother about this whole affair. It is my right, considering the fact that I am not a normal human and I do have certain perks. I am certain that King Eclipse will have more respect for old customs than you two.“

Sun and Moon gave each other a look, before giggling at you, as if charmed by how silly your request was.

“King Eclipse? Darling one, do beware.“

“The knave stole the moonlight fair.“

“Neither fools nor traitors breathe for long in his lair.“

“Be our guest, challenge him, if you dare.“

You raised an eyebrow at their improvised little poetic endeavour, tilting your head, curious.

“Did you two just come up with that?“

“Well, we did think of incorporating a iambic pentameter somewhere in there, but we simply decided to free verse it.“

Needless to say that the whole charade continued even after they had conjured a portal to their world, taking you with them. You were playing a dangerous game, but realistically you had nothing to lose. Well, except your dignity and maybe your life, but nothing lasts forever anyway, so might as well.

Your case was one type of extreme. On the other end of the city, two members of the Fae species were in the process of “adopting“ a few bundles of joy. The bear Fae and the wolf Fae were aware that two children were very unhappy in their orphanage and oftentimes they would hear the little girl, Cassie, vocalize her wish to be taken away by magical creatures. The boy, Gregory, had nothing against any of that, as long as there was proper acommodation involved. He hated the hard old bed he had in the orphanage and the food was positively awful.

Of course, there had to be an equivalent exchange, so the two Fae had to bring some friends along. One of them was not too thrilled.

“Why are we doing this? I don't want to stay in the human world.“

“You only need to stay till the next full Moon, Bonnie, and then you will be free of the obligation. Monty will keep you company.“

“Monty is insane.“

“Don't be rude.“

“He pushed me off the stairs, Roxy.“

“Happens.“

Montgomery was far too busy exploring the wonders of a music player to really care where he was, honestly. A few broken orphanage windows and one angry half-blind nun later, the wolf Fae and the bear Fae had become proud new adoptive parents. Bonnie and Monty would have to serve as changeling replacements for a bit, but that is what happens when you lose fairy chess. You owe favours.

By the time Roxy and Freddy had returned home, Gregory had partially woken up, while Cassie was all snuggled in the soft pillows of her new bed. They boy looked around his new house, nonchalant and trying to read what was happening from the clues given.

“Have I been kidnapped?“

“Some may call it that.“

“By fairies? Like, a changeling type of situation?“

“Yes, but I assure you we are using all of the safety protocols that are necessary.“

“Well, I'll be damned.“

“We do wish to make the best effort and become your new family, Gregory. For you and Cassie.“

“Is that food over there? Cupcakes?“

“Oh, indeed, with buttercream and cherries.“

Gregory observed the treats for a good few moments, thought a bit, weighed all his options and of course made the best possible decision for himself in that type of situation. Fairy food was usually a forbidden thing, but he was already stolen anyway.

“I am a simple lad, I see free food and I cannot complain.“

AO3

[projectbluearcadia]

Weird shower thought fantasy / crossover idea / headcanon

Partially in honor of the WHB devs finally releasing Lucifer (Selfie)

What In Hell Is Bad and Obey Me! actually take place in the same world, but WHB takes place before Obey Me, in the bad old days.

And God was upset that the kings had it so rough and reflected on himself a little. "Damn, I feel guilty about how those beautiful creations of mine died due to my negligence."

And so he decided they should be one big happy family.

He scoured Hell for what remained of the demon kings after a massive war that damn near destroyed both Heaven and Hell and gave their essence to his new creations. So, basically, he reincarnated them.

The birth/creation order was mostly determined by whose essence he was able to find first. Of course, that essence was mostly their sins that they left behind, so when they all fell from Heaven, they essentially resumed their duties as the seven kings.

And, purely because WHB Satan was (obviously) practically obliterated, God said "A'ight Luci's got a festering angie monster inside of him, so I'll just put what consciousness I could find from WHB Satan in there so it'll be kinda reasonable when he has to let it all out. Thank me later, son :P" <- the reason Luci became a single mother father.

Luci: Thanks a lot, God. First the virgin Mary and now this??

Funnily enough what God found was mostly WHB Satan's sweet side, which is the reason that OM Satan resembles (and likes) cats. The only one who didn't inherit the sin from his predecessor got it anyway because of his dad. Go figure.

The countries (Abyssos, Tartaros, Gehenna, etc.) no longer existed after the war, and Diavolo's lineage, which was probably descendent of one or more of the WHB's kings' vassals, was the one trying to pick up the pieces. The war continued because many of the angels were still complete dicks, but Diavolo's family eventually eradicated what had survived from The Big War™.

Excluding Gabriel, because Gabriel is a prick.

Which may or may not have been a factor in Lucifer falling from Heaven because he killed Gabriel on his way down. You know, because Gabriel was probably Lilith's executioner, given his history.

Then Diavolo, to signal the fresh start, said "We're not calling it Hell and Heaven anymore, now it's "The Devildom" and "The Celestial Realm." Less stigma. Very good."

And our dear Solomon? Well, you know how he is... I think there's definitely some things he hasn't told you...

Like how he was technically dead for a hot minute because of some magical mishap, which translated into a few thousand years in hell because of the way time flows there. His experiment gone wrong is also the reason why his appearance changed so drastically.

You'll ask him one day, "Hey, did you have purple hair in the past?" and he'll just start sweating profusely because he's very embarrassed about how often he did some *ahem* interesting things with the former demon kings. Asmo is the only one who still has that feeling from his past life :)

And, as far as how time flows and MC frequently traveling between the human world and hell in OM!, the travel is actually magically controlled by Barbatos, our resident overpowered god, who was annoyed by the time dilation/contraction and wanted to just visit his favorite tea shops in the human world whenever he wanted without f*cking around.

I mean, all of the demon kings knew how to go back and forth, but they had to do overly complicated shit to do it, so Barbie just said "sharing is caring" and perfected the magic by the OM! time period.

Of course there's an implication here that all events in Heaven/Hell are technically happening simultaneously from a human world perspective. Which isn't trippy at all.

And yes, OM! Barbatos and WHB Barbatos know each other. Because OM! Barbatos is (obviously) from a parallel dimension and took WHB Barbatos' name since he enjoyed the rose gardens WHB Barbie tended to. It's out of respect since he faithfully died for Leviathan in the bad old days.

Flawless joining of the worlds without a hint of plotholes (sarcasm).

(This is so random, but I hope y'all enjoyed my fever dream.)

[theeternalwombtarot]

why are they silent?

message: I’m feeling called to do this reading so I’m doing it. My posting and content schedule was literally all planned out and organized but I am unfortunately the embodiment of chaos however organized so now everything is all jumbled up. I think I’d love to have a little schedule and do all these wonderful things but I don’t believe that it’s really indefinitely the right direction for me to go in. I’m naturally spontaneous, I kind of go against the grain and go my own way all the time naturally and have done so since I was a child and so I think it’s time I live in my reality and find some acceptance here lol. I’m in the process of working through my drafts I have countless readings set up to be written and posted that I haven’t even tackled yet. Well anyways, hope this brings you peace and clarity.

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i.

Guys, *deep dramatic sigh”, this person has a lot to say. I can’t stop channeling. It’s running through me like water lol. You could’ve stopped speaking to this person, cut them off, or cut them off from your energy all together here. Someone feels like something is incredibly unfair or unjust. They may feel like the world or the most high is against them and they feel like you slipping away from them is a manifestation of what it means to hit rock bottom. But , I don’t see you able to romanticize this, this person, this behavior, their feelings for you (any longer) you’ve expanded much too big or experienced what it means to be valued and you’re never going back there or you simply don’t resonate with this at this time.

channeled:

teenage dirt bag

I smoked away my brain- asap rocky

“Lowlife energy”

Disrespectful/disrespect

Peter Pan syndrome

“I don’t want to grow up.”

Catalyst

Life lessons

“Bigger than me” “you’re bigger than me.” “Larger than life.”

“It’s above me now.” “It’s out of my hands.”

Looking to the moon for answers

666- “a reminder to refocus and find balance in your life.” “a positive and transformative message from the celestial realm, representing self-discovery and spiritual essence.”

777- “linked to self-discovery and personal growth” “a signal to get present with what's going on between you and your significant other”

8891- “centers around personal growth and development”

786- “centers around personal growth and development” “healing and self-care. This number encourages you to take time for yourself and to focus on your own well-being”

**the angel numbers were insane, confirmation on confirmation***

Temptation

“The devil”

Forbidden fruit

Forbidden love

Unrequited. Unrequited love

“Are you finished with me?”

“Can I be your shadow?”

“Within you.”

Karmic cycles

Mirror

“See you again” -Tyler the creator, kali uchis

“Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever? Because, I’m about to go to war and I don’t know if im going to see you again.”

“La la la” “ok ok ok”

Feminine/masculine

Opposites

Ends of the spectrum

Redbone- childish gambino

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Someone is coming to a conclusion about you and about themselves through you. I get mirror energy here this could be twin flame connection that you’re keeping small here. There’s imagery of someone trying to blow out a candle, or a flame that’s flickering and small. It’s not being fed. A fire that’s dying. Whomever this person is, they’re receiving their karma for who they were to you, for not making the right decisions, for being disrespectful, for stumbling through life like it’s a joke. Your spirit guides, ancestors, deities, the divine, stand behind you so fiercely. Someone is feeling some sort of wrath here for who they were to you or what they’ve done to you. I just heard, “you’ll know loss.” Someone is going to have to rise out of the ashes like a phoenix, exorcise parts of them that have kept them stuck, be physically pulled away from karmic cycles and habits. Someone says, “they aren’t learning. They aren’t moving.”

They’re feeling very restless and burnt out here. Someone’s tired of fighting. Someone’s being brought to their knees. “I hear you haven’t seen or felt rock bottom yet.” I even hear an ancestor saying, “watch this.” I’m getting the imagery of very divine and large beings sitting in a row of chairs. Almost like the last supper or the imagery of it and looking down on what’s happening attentively. This person is undergoing large heart chakra openings or having an awakening here. The imagery of the ace of swords gives me the energy of someone pulling a sword from the earth, after it’s been buried for ages. Someone is finally picking up their sword or stepping into their power here. But I see you being completely inattentive to this here. If you’re even reading this right now this is a privilege to them to have you sit and see what it is they’re going through. Someone’s not available and has made themselves unavailable or out of reach.

This person is so stubborn, they’re hard headed, and they’ve sorted planted themselves firmly in their place and have refused to move. They’re obsessed with status or are obsessed with keeping up some sort of facade or reputation to protect themselves or make them appear invulnerable, heartless, reckless and damaging. This person could like to fight, could be someone whose met with a lot of criticism or always is pushing up against or things. Using or manipulating some sort of influence. I see you coming to terms with this person and not resonating with who they are and not seeing any admirable qualities within this person any longer. This person is going to have to fight their way through the thick of the situation that they’ve built for themselves, undergoing inner purging, arising out of karmic cycles, disconnecting from karmic connections in all sorts and shapes.

This person is avoiding making hard decisions and setting themselves apart from others and owning up to their mistakes and actions. Something about this persons lack of accountability may trigger deep childhood wounds within you of some sort or be a pet peeve that you dislike very intensely in others that you now dislike very intensely within them. This person has to make a choice. The right one this time after a long time of playing games with the divine and playing games within the lives of others. They’re going to have to be reborn and undergo immense transformation and change. And this is what is going on. There’s a massive tower moment in store for them they you won’t be there for or won’t be a bystander in. This is for them to experience all on their own. It’s very likely that you may find this persons demise satisfying or be apathetic towards their hard ship at this time, I almost typed heart ship. You may be apathetic toward their internal conflict and heartbreak as well. It’s a long time coming I heard.

Someone is allowing the scales to be balanced out and protecting themselves by being nowhere near this incoming explosion or tower moment. They won’t be stepping in, helping to protect this person from their karma, or hiding this person away from their shadows. I’m getting imagery of the shadow man or Dr. facilliers death in the princess and the frog. This person is so unattractive to you right now. After a long time potentially of being your wish fulfillment and end all be all.

Messages:

“ I’m scared somebody will take you from me.”

“ I let others interfere with our connection.”

“Go back to our spot.”

“I want to call/text you, but I’m afraid you won’t answer.”

“The warmth of your hands keeps my insecurities away.”

“Don’t give my love to anybody else.”

“I was too stubborn to admit that you were my person.”

“I need closure from you.”

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ii.

everything is okay pile two, you can relax. You may feel tension in your neck, your back, and feel a lack of energy in your legs or have some leg pain. You’re purging energies, undergoing transformation, and getting ready to accept more gifts and more happiness. Make sure you prioritize your rest, your eating and your overall health. The color blue could be significant, beige or light shades of brown, the color white, doves, crows, cats, and spiders. Snakes as well. If you feel lost, answers are on the way. If you feel alone and/or abandoned, spirit is always standing with you and protecting you. Spirit will not allow you to be mislead, be hurt, or be put in situations that will destroy you. Your spirit guides and ancestors commend you. I hear round of applause, whistling, and chants of encouragement. I actually left and took my ass to bed after pile one because pile one’s energy was crazy asl, I actually know pile one in real life. Bless their heart for real. ANYWAYS!!

channeled:

Tangled up in you- the Alton’s

Heart to heart- Mac Demarco

Let’s stay together- al green

Tell it like it is- Aaron Neville

I put a spell on you- Nina Simone

Fade into you- mazzy star

Relaxation

Inner peace

Fulfillment

222 - you’re on the right path. “signifies good fortune in finances, relationships, and career, as well as a reminder to work towards your soul's purpose.” “symbolize balance, harmony, and spiritual alignment” “the time has come for you to be more self-reflective, and focused on the duality of situations”

444 - your spirit guides are protecting and supporting you. “conveys a powerful message of love, support, and guidance from your angels”

22 - “welcome balance, wisdom, and divine transformation into your life.”

12 - “something in your life has been completed, and it's time to turn your attention away from the past and look into the future.”

896 - personal growth & development. “896 encourages you to put your devotion and efforts towards your spiritual passions and interests, in turn, manifesting abundance and plenty into your life”

888 - “positive flow, abundance, and rewards are coming your way.” “Stay open to abundance in whatever form it appears, not just what we expect or want”

8 - infinite possibilities

0 - “the number 0 is ultimately about unconditional love. "The force of love is around you all the time, taking the form of other people, opportunities, and even moments of clarity”

65 - “Angel Number 65 is giving you a message from the guardian angels that your efforts to transform and improve your life are being appreciated by the divine energies.”

100 - “symbol of new beginnings, manifestation, and spiritual guidance.” “aligning oneself with eternity while finding balance between our inner world and outer reality so that true harmony may exist within us.”

110 - “it’s time to manifest your dreams.”

Sleep

Relaxation

Careful consumption of media

Deciding on morals & boundaries

Candles

Journaling

Shadow work

Smoke cleansing

Water cleansing

Detox

Rejuvenation

Chrysalis

Hibernation

Mother Nature

Mother Earth

The Moon

Menstrual cycle

Divine feminine energy

The metaphysical

Inner child

Inner compass

Erykah badu

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pile two… this person.. this person.. I’m so obsessed. This person is open and genuine. They may have expressed to you so much already but anything their withholding is more and further confirmation of deeper feelings and desire to do more for you and offer you more love and more peace. You may be in a relationship with this person, this gives committed relationship vibes, it doesn’t give situationship vibes, nothing is in the air, there’s no dust kicked up or fog that’s obstructing the clarity of the situation. It is what the two of you say it is, it looks like exactly what it is. It sounds like exactly what it is, devotion. Amy winehouse “love is a losing game” just came on, I have it playing on my tv and I just turned it up because it’s playing so quietly all of a sudden when my volume is already high and everything else was loud and clear.

It kind of gives me the impression that anything within the energy of loss and heartbreak is over and silenced. Spirit is covering your ears and covering your eyes to perspectives and ideas that aren’t in alignment with this connection and the love you share. The song just ended, “tell it like it is” just came on, blaring loud I was like 🫨🫨🫨. This person is a real man or a real woman. They’re ready to love you, to give you everything. They’re asking that you be honest and bare your soul and tell me them how you feel. Pride aside, fear aside. This person loves you beyond the fear and ego. I’m getting sensual energy, it’s deep and it’s passionate lol I feel like someone is squeezing my heart right now. This person applies pressure or they really get you riled up. I’m feeling all of this persons feelings. I hear my heart in my ears, you know those chills you get when you listen to oldies, the blues, or that STANK face you make when you feel something deep in your spirit. This person is in your spirit, coursing through your veins right now lol. I haven’t even began reading through the cards. UGH! Unhand me immediately!!!

This is like an intensely passionate saxophone solo. If this person is silent in any way, it’s because they’re trying to take action in their lives to get themselves in a position to show you how much they love you in a material and physical aspect. They already have laid out so much love for you to have but they want to give you more. They want to over fill your cup. They fill your cup. Your cup is full but I keep hearing “more.” I’m seeing imagery here of a divine masculine giving you everything in his pockets or anything that he has and carries with him. For some of you this is a divine masculine energy. They know your love and devotion isn’t free and isn’t cheap. They’re willing to put it all on the line. They’re even becoming more enlightened spiritually. I see the imagery of the five of pentacles and one of the men on the card is looking up the sky here. This person is looking to the heavens behind you, looking to the divine, to the moon, to spirit. Showing their gratitude, asking for and manifesting success for them to give you, asking for and manifesting safety and protection over this connection.

This person is not undecided about you, they’ve made a decision. They have some self doubt about how well they’ll be able to show up for you or how able they will be to provide you with everything you deserve because they smell your divinity, they wouldn’t do wrong by you, betray you, or give you less than what you deserve. I’m hearing “don’t” by Bryson tiller. This person feels sorry for your exes. This person is ready to give you everything and do anything on your behalf and it only gets more intense everyday. This person is in their bag or about to be, making plans for the two of you, planning a future for the two of you, making decisions and making choices behind you and your influence and your presence in their life. Financial choices, spiritual choices, emotional choices.

This person is thinking of all the things the two of you can do together or build together it’s their primary focus. Any of this persons silence is them exercising self restraint or making room for you or for this connection to unfold and blossom naturally. They want you to feel safe and feel valued despite how passionate they feel or how much they want to envelope you in all of their love and desire. This person is levitating right now. They often feel they have to take moments to pull back and gather up their energy and bring themselves down from a high or an obsessive part of them that feels driven to you.

This person, in their silence, is constantly thinking about more ways to be honest with you, value your boundaries, express their own, communicate their feelings to you. This person wants to earn your trust and your devotion.

messages:

“ save the date.”

“ will you marry me?”

This person is most definitely thinking long term commitment, sees you as someone who could be their wife or husband. Wants to live harmoniously with you and have you for a long time ❤️

“you’re a witch.”

This person feels as though you have so much power over them. They constantly feel your influence. You could be into witchcraft or be into spirituality and manifestation and they believe in your power and divinity wholeheartedly. They don’t doubt you.

“You have so much power over me.”

“Healing my mother wound.”

You could’ve brought to light some maternal issues within this person or opened their eyes to the gravity of a situation regarding their mother.

“Sending you all my love.”

“You have my undivided attention.”

“Open your heart to me. Let me in.”

“Please wait for me.”

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iii.

This reading is being done in such immensely high and free floating energy. Someone is relaxing into something or surrendering, I’m getting imagery of someone being fully submerged into something warm or something with healing properties or that has the intention of transforming and rejuvenating them and restoring magic within the spirit. I’m getting Steve lacy - infrunami. Someone was hiding in plain sight here or may have been hiding away on purpose but the both of you are being met with true devotion from one another. There’s a lot of passion and longing I’m feeling. Someone misses someone or has plans to come to someone and be near them. Spirit is telling me, “I’m giving you space to miss one another or come to terms with who one another really are and what you meant to one another after a long time of being right underneath each others noses” there’s this energy of truths being revealed, the light or divinity in someone or the both of you being revealed. Someone within this collective may be drawn to pile two or have messages in two piles.

channeled:

Love on the brain - Rihanna

Infrunami - Steve Lacy

Tears dry on their own - Amy winehouse

Mercy mercy - Marvin Gaye

Let’s stay together - Al Green

Wet dreamz - J. Cole

CPR - Summer Walker

Trust - Brent Faiyaz

(There is) no greater love - amy winehouse

Just another interlude- Bryson tiller

Glory box- Portishead

Wholeness

Accepting love

Energy of recieving

Gifts

Divine timing

Divine plan

“Proud of you.”

Appreciation

Music

66 - “a powerful symbol of balance and harmony.”

67 - “you are on the right path and to keep going.” “prosperity and good fortune are on their way.”

68 - “your angels are encouraging you to take a leap of faith and start something new”

88 - “great success, abundance, and prosperity.” “ This number's presence is a positive sign for matters of the heart, often associated with the abundance of love and blessings.”

99 - “spiritual growth and awakening” “it confirms that your bond is based on mutual respect, understanding, and love. But, there's always an opportunity to enter a new phase of even deeper connection.”

600 - “Your material security and wellbeing are protected. Balance, harmony, and stability in your relationships. Spiritual growth and higher understanding.”

666 - “ a positive and transformative message from the celestial realm, representing self-discovery and spiritual essence”

789 - “number centers around healing and self-care. This number encourages you to take time for yourself and to focus on your own well-being. It serves as a reminder that it's important to make sure your emotional, physical, and spiritual health are all taken care of.”

884 - “ a powerful reminder that you should stay open to what life brings your way. It's time to trust that everything is happening for a reason. The angels are reminding you to stay in alignment with your heart and soul. If you do, the universe will aspire to bring you what you need.”

200 - “conveys a message of hope and optimism for your future endeavors”

211 - “guides us to maintain balance and harmony within our relationships.” “a positive omen that learning to trust yourself will set you free”

Equal give & take

Space to be yourself

Satisfaction

Overcoming fears

Emotional stability

Messages/calls

Abundance

Self-care

Singing

Throat chakra

Chakra activation

Kundalini activation

Intense physical & emotional intimacy

Support

Devotion

Red roses

Vinyl records

1970s

History

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This person is carrying with them a lot of emotional stress and burdens here but I also see them carrying themselves almost. Like they’re trying to hold themselves back from coming face to face with you on a deep and personal level. This person is having hard time and is tired and a little burnt out from feeling as though they have to suppress their devotion or their love for you. This person is incredibly attached to you as well as sexually attracted to you. They may hide from you or try to create space between the two of you so that you won’t see just how much they like you or how much they want to be with you, how much they want to be intensely intimate with you. This person overthinks a lot, they’re an anxious person and they’re afraid of embarrassing themselves in front of you or disappointing you. This person also feels like they might inconvenience you greatly by being authentic with you due to past connections and heart break that made them seem or feel like they weren’t important or valued or weren’t owed loyalty or devotion because of the way they were when they they showed up honestly. This persons needs weren’t met and their nervous system is in overdrive trying to overcome their fear of being close to someone again despite how much they love they hold for you in their heart.

Someone in this persons past may have gaslit them or told them that they weren’t as special as they advertised themselves to be or that their love and support wasn’t genuine or wasn’t worth fighting for or sticking around for or their portrayed this to them through actions. This person has been tired, carrying a lot of tension in their bodies, or are burnt out from how much energy it takes for them to keep themselves from you. Heard the worst by Jhene aiko, not necessarily the whole entire song but “I don’t need you but I want you.” And “I don’t mean to, but I love you.” But this person, they’re afraid, because they think that they love you but are afraid to tell you or reveal their love to you through words and action. This person feels as though you’re meant for them and they constantly feel the need to apologize for pushing you away or holding off from you out of fear.

This person adores you, they care for you genuinely, and they feel they’ve been blessed with and given divine love. You may come as a surprise to this person, you catch them off guard, or appeal to them in a profound way due to past experiences. I hear this person hoping and wishing that nothing takes you away from them. This person is in a constant state of healing and transformation in order to accept you. Manifesting their fear away, taking steps to let you see them, practicing putting down their weapons, leaving their past in the past, and breaking down the walls they’ve built around themselves in order to call and manifest true love and now you’ve arrived and the walls are ready to come crashing down. This person is reprioritizing things within their life as well. They could’ve had to shift into their dark feminine energy if this is a feminine energy. This person could’ve had to remove people from their lives, undergo a lot of purging, awakening and healing in order to put themselves in their divinely ordained position to receive love and love themselves.

This person is coming to terms with the fact that the worst is over and they won’t have to fight anymore and that they can fall into you finally and be taken care of and loved correctly. They’re in the process of coming to terms with the fact that the past is in the past and they no longer have to revisit it or hold onto it. That they’re safe. That nothing else can harm them any longer.

messages:

“Every song reminds me of you.”

“You taught me what real love is.”

“Divine masculine.”

you represent true masculine energy to this person. True divine masculine energy. Especially if you identify as the divine masculine within this connection.

“You have a lot of heart.”

“Lover.”

“I’m sorry I pushed you away. I didn’t understand you, I didn’t understand my feelings.”

“Forgive me.”

“My souls purpose is to love you & be loved by you.”

*double confirmation about spending time apart.*

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Hope this served you right and brought you Justice and true clarity! I enjoyed curating this reading, thank you for co-creating my reading by being apart of the beautiful collective, by loving my work, by being patient with me! You are so loved and valued. ❤️!

[aerisssblog]

I never blamed you (Raphael x MC)

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Tags : SFW, Raphael x gnreader , heartwarming, fluffy, angst

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In the days that followed, your connection with Raphael continued to strengthen, breaking through the initial barriers he had put up. You both shared more of your lives, going to RAD together, enjoying quiet lunches at Lament Café, and spending late nights in the library working on reports as just the two of you.

One day, Raphael extended a surprising invitation. His words were soft but held a certain warmth as he asked, "Would you like to visit the Celestial Realm and have tea with Michael? It's a rare opportunity." You readily accepted, intrigued by the prospect of exploring Raphael's home realm.

Stepping into the Celestial Realm was like entering another world. The air was filled with an otherworldly serenity, and the beauty that surrounded you left you breathless. Sitting at a table with Raphael and Michael, sipping celestial tea, you felt both honored and out of place.

But the calm didn't last long. Raphael and Michael suddenly had to leave, mentioning something important in the main hall. They left you alone with your thoughts and asked you to wait here.

As you waited, a woman angel appeared before you, her ethereal presence commanding attention. She looked at you with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. "Oh, you are the human everyone is talking about," she began, her tone condescending. "You've gotten close to us, angels, haven't you? Do you truly believe you belong here?"

You attempted to stand your ground, though your heart raced, and your voice wavered. The angel continued, her smirk deepening. "How dare a mere human like you get close to us, cause trouble, and bring guilt upon us all? Because of you, Simeon lost his angelic power and became human. Do you intend to do the same to Raphael?"

You were left speechless, the weight of her words pressing down on you like a heavy stone. She delivered a final warning before departing, leaving you feeling utterly overwhelmed.

When Raphael returned, he immediately noticed the change in your expression. Concern filled his eyes as he asked what had transpired. You summoned a forced smile and brushed it off, claiming nothing was amiss. But he was persistent, sensing something amiss.

However, you were determined to shield him from the unsettling encounter. "I'm just tired," you said, your voice trembling with a false cheerfulness. "I think I'd like to head back now."

Raphael nodded, agreeing to escort you back to the House of Lamentation. He mentioned that he needed to return to the Celestial Realm. The journey back was filled with a heavy silence, both of you lost in your own thoughts.

At the doorstep of the House of Lamentation, you bid each other goodbye, and you watched as Raphael disappeared into the celestial light, likely returning to his realm. As he vanished from your sight, a sinking feeling gripped your heart, and the angel's accusations resurfaced in your mind.

Rushing to your room, you ignored Mammon, who passed by, and locked the door behind you. Alone, you allowed your tears to flow freely. For thirty agonizing minutes, you cried and contemplated the gravity of the angel's words.

Then, with newfound determination, you rose to your feet. You made a solemn promise to yourself that you would not repeat the same mistakes, that you would not let your presence bring harm to Raphael.

You managed to change your daily routine, carefully ensuring that you didn't come too close to Raphael or the trio of Luke, Simeon, and Solomon. It became a practiced routine for you, walking to RAD early with Satan, having lunch breaks with the twins, and intentionally avoiding getting too close to Raphael during classes.

As soon as the class bell signaled the end of the day, you swiftly packed your things and hurried out before Raphael could catch up to you. But it wasn't just Raphael you were avoiding; you had distanced yourself from Simeon, Luke, and Solomon as well, fearing that your presence might be a burden to them.

You ignored their messages and calls, pretending to be busy when Lucifer questioned why you hadn't been responding to Raphael and the others. This had become your life for nearly a month, and you started used to it.

One day, lost in your thoughts, you were descending the grand staircase of the House of Lamentation. It was then that you collided with Solomon, causing a flurry of papers to scatter and a small cloud of dust to fill the air. Solomon's eyes locked onto yours, and he greeted you with an innocent smile, his voice as smooth as ever. It appeared he had just come out from Asmo's room.

Solomon: "My apologies, MC. Are you alright?"

You forced a polite smile, though your heart raced beneath your facade.

MC: "I'm fine, Solomon. Just a bit distracted today."

Solomon's curiosity glinted in his eyes, but he didn't press further.

Solomon: "Ah, I see. Well, we all have our off days. How have you been otherwise?"

MC: "Oh, you know, the usual student council work keeping me busy. But it's nothing I can't handle."

Solomon's smile remained, though there was a hint of understanding in his gaze. Solomon explained that he was on his way to Cocytus Hall, his room in Purgatory Hall no longer sufficient for his latest experiment. He leaned in and asked for your assistance, his eyes pleading.

Caught between your desire to keep your distance and your deep respect for your teacher, you hesitated briefly. However, you ultimately agreed, realizing that the issues you were avoiding had nothing to do with Solomon, and it would be impolite to decline his request.

The two of you made your way to Cocytus Hall, and as you walked, conversation flowed naturally between you. Solomon described his latest magical experiment with enthusiasm, and you listened attentively.

But as you arrived at the entrance to Cocytus Hall, Solomon suddenly stopped and frowned, admitting that he had left something important in his room. He turned to you with hope and apology in his eyes, asking for your help once more.

Your hesitation resurfaced, but you found it difficult to deny his earnest request. With a sigh, you agreed to go to Purgatory Hall, setting aside your self-imposed isolation for the sake of assisting your teacher.

Solomon said he would wait for you at Cocytus Hall to finish other tasks. Now, you were standing in front of Purgatory Hall. Before you could even knock, Luke appeared, his eyes widening in surprise. Without hesitation, he enveloped you in a tight hug.

"Why do you keep turning down my offers to bake with you, MC? I've missed you so much!" Luke exclaimed, holding you even tighter.

You smiled gently and returned his hug, bending down slightly to stroke his head. "I'm sorry, Luke. I've been quite busy lately."

Simeon and Raphael suddenly appeared behind Luke. You avoided making eye contact with Raphael and offered an awkward smile to Simeon. "Solomon asked me to get something from his room. Is that alright?"

Simeon's response was soft and welcoming. "Of course, MC. You're always welcome here."

“MC, did something-“. Before Simeon could finish his sentence, you cut him off, explaining that you needed to get the items Solomon had asked for immediately and that you would talk later. With that, you rushed into Solomon's room, closing the door behind you.

Inside, you let out a sigh of relief. "That was a bit too close." Shaking your head a few times, you walked over to the shelf where the items Solomon needed were placed, but they were just out of reach. You spotted a nearby ladder and carefully climbed it, reaching for the jars on the high shelf. A triumphant smile lit up your face as you successfully retrieved them. "That's it!"

However, as you attempted to get down , you found yourself stepping into thin air and beginning to fall. Panic seized you, and your eyes snapped shut reflexively. But just as quickly, you felt a firm and gentle hand securely cradling you in a bridal-style hold.

When you opened your eyes, you found Raphael staring at you with his usual stoic expression, his arms supporting you effortlessly. You were initially shocked to see Raphael's sudden presence, but you managed a light smile and thanked him, "Th...thank you."

However, instead of letting go, Raphael held you even closer to his chest, his face buried in your shoulder. Your heart jolted at his unexpected action, and you gently pushed him away, saying, "Umm... Raphael, I need to go to Solomon. He needs me to-"

Raphael's response caught you off guard as his embrace tightened, and he asked, "How about me?" Confusion laced your voice as you replied, "Pardon?" You couldn't help but be confused by his question.

Raphael finally met your gaze, his expression remaining stoic, but his eyes seemed to plead with you. “I need you too”.

You were left speechless, unsure of how to react, and ended up looking away, avoiding eye contact with him.

Raphael sighed, still holding you tightly, and without letting go, he began to walk out of Solomon's room and toward his own. Your hand gripped his shoulder, and you implored, "Wait, Raphael. I really need to go now. Solomon asked me to help him."

"He did not," Raphael replied calmly, causing you to become even more confused. "I'm the one who asked him to make excuses to send you here."

The shock of the truth left you struggling to free yourself from Raphael's embrace. "Let me go! Hey, Raphael!"

However, your struggles has no effect to Raphael, closing the door behind him and placing you on his bed. You attempted to get up, but Raphael was faster. He trapped you between his body and the mattress, both of his hands on either side of your head, and his gaze locked onto your eyes.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "You didn't answer my calls or reply to my texts. You even look away when I glance at you. Did I do something wrong? What happened? You've been like this since we returned from the Celestial Realm. Did any angels bother you back then?"

Your heart sank as you recalled the words of the woman angel. You looked away, trying to hold back your tears. After a few moments, you felt Raphael bury his face in your neck, and your heart raced.

"I miss you," he confessed softly, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I miss you so much. The moment you started to look away from me, I wanted to grab your hand and pull you into my embrace. You're really out of your mind, asking me to let you go when I already have you in my arms."

Your heart pounded, and you flinched slightly as you felt Raphael place a gentle kiss on your neck, followed by a soft bite. You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions and desires, unsure of what to say or do next.

As Raphael continued to place gentle kisses on your neck, his murmurs expressing his hurt at your avoidance, he also kept apologizing and repeating, "I miss you," a few times. His embrace tightened, and you could feel a slight tremble in his body, which filled you with guilt. You hadn't realized how much your actions had impacted him. All you had wanted to do was protect him, but it seemed you had only caused him pain.

Slowly, you started to stroke his hair, offering reassurance. "You did nothing wrong. It's me. I'm the one at fault. I couldn't bear the guilt for what happened to Simeon, and I was afraid the same thing would happen to you. I'm so sorry."

Suddenly, tears were flowing down your cheeks, and Raphael was taken aback by your tears. He gently wiped them away with his hand, his expression softening. "I see, so someone has been mean to you."

You looked into his eyes, surprised that he can catch the situation even though you hadn't mentioned anything. It was one of the reasons you were always drawn to him. Your tears continued to flow, and you began to sob.

Raphael lifted you up, placing you on his lap while still holding you close. His hand gently stroked your back as he kissed your hair. "It's okay. I'm sorry; I didn't know something like this had happened. I never blamed you for what happened to Simeon, and neither did he. I don't care what happens to me. I've already lived long enough, so I don't mind becoming an ordinary human, as long as I don't lose you or the brothers. So please…"

He kissed your eyelids and eyebrows tenderly. "Don't avoid me like that again. It hurts me so much when you ignore me."

You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of both Raphael's lips and his words. The two of you stayed like that for a long time, making up for the lost time you had spent apart, finding comfort in each other's presence once more.

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Disruption

MC

I knew that I had to get the brothers settled down for the evening before I can even begin to look at any of these applications, and I thought I did a fairly decent job of making sure everyone had what they wanted.

But of course, the moment I sit down at the desk in the study and crack open the first one off the stack of papers, I hear people yelling.

"Why are you talking like that?! You're making fun of me, aren't you?!" That sounds like Levi.

"Wha?" And there's Mammon. "No, I wasn't tryin' to make fun of ya...little guy." Groaning and cursing to myself, I get up and step outside the study.

"Quit calling me that!" Levi shouts. "You...you moron!"

"HEY!" Mammon hollers. "That's no way to talk to your older brother!"

"Older brother?! A total moron like you? I've never thought of you as my older brother, not for a single second!"

"SAY WHAT?!"

"Guys, enough," I gently reprimand. "It's too late for you two to be screaming like this. People are trying to sleep."

"Oh, shut up, Zephyr!" Levi snaps. "This is none of your business!" I narrow my eyes at him.

"I don't appreciate you speaking to me in that tone." For whatever reason, my warning makes Mammon laugh.

"You've never been on my level, Levi! Not in the Celestial Realm, and certainly not here! And ya never will be! I'll always be the boss of you!"

"Mammon--" I get interrupted by Levi growling as he rushes up to his brother and punches him in the face, making him stumble momentarily. This is definitely making their fights in my timeline seem like child's play in comparison.

"Say what you want. I'm still strong enough to knock you to the ground."

"You think ya can take me in a fight with those granny punches of yours? All right, bring it on!" Oh, that's not happening on my watch. I'm not about to let them destroy the library. There's no way I can clean up that kind of a mess before Lucifer returns.

So, I clear my throat and say the first spell that comes to mind.

"Bringers of discord, may a curse be upon you! I am the one called Zephyr. Hear me! Transform! May you be small, weak, and timid!" The brothers' eyes widen as a bright light envelops them. Moments later, they've turned into cute little Chihuahuas.

"There. That's better." I'll have to thank Solomon for teaching me that particular curse. It's really effective.

Once Levi and Mammon realize what I've done, they run up to me and begin yipping at my feet.

"Oh, it'll wear off in the morning," I tell them. "I just need to work in peace for a few hours, and I can block out the sound of your barking a lot easier."

"What's going on in here...?" Oh shit. I didn't hear Lucifer come in the house.

This is awkward.

Lucifer stops in front of the library doorway, taking a proper look at the scene in front of him. As he glances between me and the dog version of his brothers, I can see the quick progression of his emotions in his eyes.

Anger.

Confusion.

Irritation.

Contemplation.

Resignation?

"Was it justified?" he sighs. Not the question I expected him to ask, but I can work with it.

"Yes," I respond, trying to sound as confident as I can. "They were interrupting me from my work." Lucifer focuses his attention back on the Chihuahuas.

"Look, it's not like I have the time or skills to string them up properly to the ceiling--" He holds up his hand, signaling for me to shut up.

"It's fine," he tells me. "I'll take them for a walk. Just do what you need to do for Lord Diavolo." I'm taken aback as he walks over and scoops the dogs up in his arms. I fully expected for him to tear into me for punishing his brothers without his knowledge or consent, but he hasn't even given me a light warning to not do it again.

And then I smell it.

Nutmeg.

I'm lucky that he turns his back to me quickly and swiftly walks out of the library, for I can't hide the growing smirk on my face to save my life.

This is definitely going to amuse Barbatos.

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Butterflies and Roses

Out of all the rooms they had to end up in it had to be Asmo’s. Given the room had not become the monstrosity they knew in their time it didn’t make them any less unsettled. 

“You could look less terrified,” Asmo’s voice exasperated voice sounded, “Is pretty not your thing?”

Human sex slaves are not their thing, they almost bit out. Only stopped by their reminder of being in a different timeline. Man, they needed to get home and they didn’t mean to their brothers.

“No, I like the…aesthetic. Very you,” they hesitantly responded.

“Doesn’t it,” Asmo squealed, “Back in the Celestial Realm these types of flowers were my favorite.”

They nodded at him in confusion and glanced at the flowering vine. Asmo decorated his room based on the Celestial Realm. Then why did their Asmo cover it with such a horrid thing unless he had come to accept his new status? 

“What the Angel said…would you go back to there if you could?”

“I don’t know,” Asmo whispered, “I’ve dreamt of it a few times. How nice it would be to be back but they wouldn’t take us back.”

“Oh, the affection I crave but won’t receive,” Asmo dramatically sighed, “I’ll forever miss it. Unless,” -a wicked look came upon him- “I make the damned see they need me.”

MC sweated as he turned towards them with the all familiar call to look into his eyes. How does one figure out they could do that? Was he just fucking around with blind hope? Maybe, it’ll humble him since it doesn’t work on them. 

His failure seemed to have the opposite affect as he heavily sighed against his vanity. Curling his arms around himself he waved them off. He wasn’t feeling like himself at the moment and didn’t need another of his kind seeing him in such a state.

“You know, Satan believes if you act like the Demons here,” MC began, “They’ll have no choice but to accept you all.”

Although, the fourth brother might’ve said it because its all he knew. Their face fell in confusion as Asmo’s lit with fury.

“You think I want to be like them? To be a filthy, no good, no style, low rank beast!”

He felt the latest familiar warmth burning his face.

“I don’t need their acceptance. I want to go home but I never will.”

He slouched against the vanity and dabbed beneath his eyes. There was no reason to ruin his makeup if it was already perfect. Waterproof was the best thing Lucifer brought back with him.

“I miss her more than she’d know,” he muttered, “Beel and Belphie were always the closest to her back home but she was loving. She wasn’t afraid to spend time with us or be affectionate. I miss everything.”

They shuffled awkwardly at the door. This was starting to go into uncharted territory and it wasn’t right. As far as they knew about Lilith in their world the wound here was fresh. Not only fresh but also private. This wasn’t the monster they knew back in their time, yet. He wasn’t a 5,000 year-old Demon, he was a…uh, baby Demon? They couldn’t sneak out of here, right?

“Go. I need my beauty rest.”

The signal turned green and they sped out of the room.

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Red Binding 6

Maribat March Day 6: Bad Luck

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This isn’t right. Marinette complained for the millionth time. No matter what she did or what plan she concocted, there was no way to get Jason out of the League without inciting an incident.

I know and we hate it too.

The only option is for us to leave on our own.

It was still weird having him in her mind. Passing through the celestial realm opened a gate that let them speak to one another like they do their Kwamii, but it’s taking some time to get used to it. But when they do, the two of them could talk for hours about their lives after meeting Plagg and Tikki. But never the time before.

But can’t we do something? She started to run scenarios again.

We can’t, pixie, not without you being caught, or revealing that I am the Vicis. It’s just bad luck and our hands are tied.

But that shouldn’t mean you have to suffer, there, now.

Bluebell, it’s best if we don’t involve either of you in our escape.

She means well, Plagg.

I know Sugar Cube, but the facts stand. We can’t have you help us without war being incited by either side.

I have to agree with Plagg. Tikki resonated the sentiment. And it will always be a cold day in hell when that happens.

Hey! I’m smart, and can see reason.

When you aren’t hungry, you glutton.

The two started bickering. Meaning they left them alone for a moment.

You are leaving in the morning. The ritual is done, and no one is the wiser of what you learned. Jason tried to make her feel better, but the knot in her stomach was growing.

But it doesn’t feel right.

I know it doesn’t. But I’ve survived worse, unfortunately. His tone was bitter, and she figures his life was never easy. She just wants to be there for him, she wants to be his friend, and friends protect one another. Right?

Promise me you’ll try and find me when you get out. Her voice was soft, broken from her irritation. She was on the verge of tears in her room.

I promise. His voice was strong, resolute. And that seemed to give her a bit of courage too.

We are going to have to figure out a way to keep in touch, if we want to find each other after this. She started to joke. She felt him laugh on the other side of their connection.

Well, we’re gonna have to figure that one out.

There isn’t a question in that. I’ll be waiting Jay Jay.

So will I Pixie Pop.

They both dropped their conversation as they both drifted off to sleep.

•••

It was a few hours later she felt someone about to knock on her door and she woke up, quickly getting dressed. An uneasy feeling settling in her stomach. She got up and opened it, seeing one of the commanders arrive to escort her. "Are you ready for your departure?"

"Just give me one second." She closed the door again. Went to grab her bag, then stepped back towards the door and removed the final wards, she still had in place.

She opened the door and nodded, following the ninja that was supposed to escort her. Out in the courtyard she was met with Guardian Shun’itsu and Ryuku, along with two other commanders and the woman, who she later found out was Talia Al Ghul.

"Now that we are all here we can begin our way down, to get all of you back to your temple." Thalia spoke, her tone even, but she knows better. She’s been around them plenty these past few weeks, that something is telling her, something is very wrong.

They made their way down, when they arrived at the village, and when she thought that at least two of them would leave, she was very wrong. Four ninja, assassins, joined them in the car. Two in front, two behind them, and she, the Guardian, and his student sat in the middle. When they arrived to an airfield, alarms began ringing in her mind. She doesn’t know if the other two thought the same, but she started to slowly weave a spell around them.

There wasn’t a signal, not even a sound. They attacked.

"Merdé" She used Tikki’s creation magic, and a bow staff fell into her hand.

The three of them never let them watch as they trained, while they were in the compound. So none of them knew exactly how proficient they were with any weapon. But that didn’t stop them from attacking. The spell she wove, only softened any impact, that doesn’t mean she couldn’t get hurt still. She redirected a blade that was aimed at her head, and it sliced right through her cheek. She didn’t have the time, or even luxury, to check in see how her two companions for doing. She was able to take down one of the assassins. Pinning him to the ground, before knocking him unconscious.

She jumped off of him as a second assailant launched towards her. He was just as well trained, and seem to have not joined in the fight until now. Which was bad luck for her, he was fresh, where she just took down someone who is three times her size, and more than likely a whole different weight class. But she kept fighting, she glanced to her side for a brief second, and saw Ryuko fighting the third commander, while Guardian Shun’itsu was holding off attacks from Thalia.

Her brief distraction allowed the assassin to land a hit on her, making her fly backwards, a good three meters, knocking her into some sort of metal structure. She’s trying to shake her head as she stood, to get rid of the dizziness, but her world only span faster.

She looked up and saw Lord Doreiku frozen still.

And then she saw her, Talia, step back, pulling a bloody knife out of his chest.

She heard Ryuko scream.

In a flash of red light, and there floating in the air was a Kwamii. They were bright red with black tipped horns, Longg.

They looked down in utter shock. As the air around them rippled. Lightning, rain, and wind whipped around them. And then she screamed, her emotions getting the best of her, and the emotions that Longg conjured the storm with, rammed at her very being.

Marinette calm down. She faintly heard Tikki, but she couldn’t stop it.

As the water touched her skin, it morphed.

She saw Ryuko, fall over Lord Doreiku's body, while Thalia walked towards Longg.

"No." She growled and the liquid flew towards the woman.

Acid covered her gloved hand eating away at the fabric, as she quickly removed it before it was able to damage her skin.

Marinette stalked forward. Putting herself between the woman and the kwamii floating above her companions.

"Think very carefully about your next move. I am the Ladybug. I am the personification of creation, and creation is not always kind." Thalia looked as if she was going to laugh, but something made her stop and actually look at her.

Marinette, is not an imposing, nor intimidating figure, of any kind. But the power she wields is not meant to be taken lightly. "If you mistake my words for bluff, I cannot guarantee that any of you will leave this area alive."

"So you are to make an enemy of the League of Assassins?" The woman rose a brow, challenging her.

"You were the ones who attacked us first, we were acting out of self-defense, and you were the one to take a life. Don’t forget, the reason you can use the pits of Lazarus again is not only because of the order, but because of me. Who knows, if you continue to use the wells of destruction as you do. Perhaps the League would destroy itself." She knows it is true, Ra’s keeps order, but it is out of fear not respect.

"You know nothing of this world, you’re a child."

"I might just be a child, but I can promise you this." That was when the winds and water stopped falling onto the ground, Ahe acid dissolved spots into the pavement in the middle around them. "I will never perform this ritual again, so long as you or Ra’s controls the league."

This time Thalia laughed.

"Let us see how long that promise can actually keep." She quickly jerked her head to the side, and the three shadows (two shadows and the third hung limply between the two) started to walk away.

Mari. Tikki whispered by their connection.

"We have to get him home." She looked behind her, Ryuko spoke with tears streaming down her face.

"How?"

"Allow us." Longg and Tikki were both now physically present.

"Are you sure?'

"We were bound for a very long time." Longg descended. "It is the least I can do for him."

"Let’s get home." She extended her hand to the other girl, pulling her to her feet. "We have a long way to go."

"Okay." The girl’s voice was broken with that single word, and a little piece of her broke.

After all the good luck she had, of course the bad luck would have to be this bad to balance it out. She sighed as they made their way out of this airfield and towards the town a few miles over. Let’s just hope her bad luck ends here.

It didn’t.

In fact they got to the station three minutes after the train departed and were stranded until the next one would pass through, in five days. Or they could take a series of trains to reach the one they missed, but they would leave by the end of the day. Take a guess which one they chose.

It wasn’t easy, but eventually they made it home, but they had to recall the events that led them there to Su-Han and it still hurt.

Next

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Playing With Fire

It was a weird sight, as would any dream be.

Everyone in the Celestial Realm was scattered, enjoying their time in the Anti-Gravity Arcade. Wearing modern clothing, they were either playing with the games, raising their glass of heavenly wine in a toast, or roller skating on the dance floor.

Whatever it was, laughter and joy was in the air, only boosted as Gibby entertained a good chunk of them as she juggled torches for the crowd to watch. Wearing a jester outfit and on nothing but a unicycle, she paddled around the dance floor, gliding past the roller skaters with little difficulty.

The jester's giggles were contagious, infecting every celestial she paddled past. Leaving a trail of stardust, she lit up the room with her glow and her liveliness. She watched each celestial she passed by, all with such cheerful faces. Everything was going great, until time seemingly slowed down.

Gibby caught a glance of a still figure between the two celestials she passed by. A monkey demon, eyes eerily following her, their burns sending pangs of guilt down the jester. 

Time resumed back to its normal speed, and everything went back to its lively atmosphere. Distraught at what she saw, Gibby looked around for the monkey, not taking long to find out they were gone. Maybe she was seeing things?

Gibby shook her head, getting herself back to focus. Keep up the act, keep making them laugh, keep ignoring their burns. Keep ignoring their stares, keep ignoring their wounds, keep ignoring their presence. Cold droplets of sweat formed as Gibby faked her smile for as long as she could, breaking out of her trance as she heard someone call her name.

Right, her main performance. Gibby paddled up the platform where Bell was behind the DJ booth. Wearing Bong Water's shades and party clothes, he immediately lit up as he slung his arm around the gibbon.

"Gibby! How's the life of the porty doing?" his 'porty' self  greeted, taking his hands off the disks to catch one of the torches Gibby was juggling, the other two safe in her hands. "You need anything before the big gig, comrade?  Maybe some soda, or a snack?"

"N-No thanks." She stuttered, cheeks squished against Bell's. Her eyes glanced back at the crowd, the amount of burned monkey demons standing unnoticed by the others, growing in numbers. "I-I just might need some rest after this."

"You sure? You don't look so swell, Gibster." the odd fusion of Bell and one of MK's clones let go off her, pointing the torch at her carelessly. "I have a feeling it's not just rest. If anything, you look like someone who portied too much and got into snorting the wrong stardust."

"W-why would anyone snort stardust?" Gibby was perplexed, but quickly went back to what she was here for as the crowd started to chant her name. "Let's talk later. Time to give everyone a good show!"

Bell shrugged. "Suit yourself." he then played with the disks before grabbing the mic. "PORTY PEOPLE, MAKE SOME NOISE!" Disembodied air horns blew as everyone cheered, signaling him to keep going. "Who's ready to see your favorite jester do her grand fire trick?!"

Gibby couldn't tell if she was nervous at the crowd cheering at her, or the burned figures staring at her. She tried her best to shake it off, tossing one of the torches into the air and started juggling it with the other torch. The crowd let out oohs and aahs as Bell tossed the third torch at Gibby's direction, her successfully catching it. 

Now juggling three torches, she spun in her unicycle. Everything was finally going back to its cheery mood. At least, that was what she thought before time slowed down again. Seeing through the huge claw machine, she saw Rasmus in the Magpie Prince's clothes, wings hanging slack and face veiled by shadow. 

Hanging by nothing but rope binding his arms, his feet dangled above the incinerator in the claw machine. It all happened so fast. Gibby cried his name, banging against the glass. The torches fell, and the fire spread. People screamed, the monkey demons stared. It was too much, all too much!

Gibby grabbed the claw machine's joystick, doing her best to ignore the approaching figure. Trying and failing to win the immortal peach, she tried to aim for the container of immortal pills instead. Every failed attempt was being observed by the towering figure's third eye, his unfriendly dog beside him.

"Stop this." His voice commanded sternly, doing no effect as Gibby kept trying to win any items of immortality. Every failed attempt led to the prize falling into the incinerator, causing more flames to burst out.

"You're only making it worse." Gibby knew he was right, but was too stubborn to stop. If she could reverse this, if she could bring them back, then it will all be fine, right? She had to keep going, she had to keep playing the game. If she could win the prize and give them immortality-

The rope snapped.

"...-by?"

The prince fell.

"...ibby."

The glass shattered.

"GIBBY!"

Gibby jolted up, awoken to see Bell at the foot of their shared bed. His face read of worry, never seeing the gibbon squirm and cry so much in her sleep. Gibby wiped her tears off with her sleeve, not doing much to hide the redness in her eyes.

"...Nightmare?" Bell asked, patting his hand in a circular motion on Gibby's back, feeling her hiccup as she nodded in such a shaken manner. Glad she was awake, she jumped to hug him, snuggling to his chest until his body warmth calmed her down.

"T-thanks." She sniffled. "F-for waking me."

Combing through her mane, Bell nodded back. "No problem. Look, if you need some space, you can stay here, okay? No need to come along to watch me play." He assured her. It's been weeks since he took Alix's offer to play piano at the theater, and things have been going as expected.

Nothing much has happened there that would make Bell think about needing Gibby in case of a threat appearing. More demons are after him for harvesting, but it's not like he wouldn't be playing from backstage. Nonetheless, Gibby shook her head adamantly, hugging her friend tighter. "I'm coming. I promised to stick to your side, remember?"

Bell sighed, not really able to argue with her when it came to promises. "Alright, alright. Let's get ready. Pigsy and Tang said they might look around for any performances they can buy some tickets for, so how about we come in early? Sounds good?"

"Okay..." She voiced, muffled by Bell’s clothes. "By the way..." Finally peeling her face off of him, she had her normal peppy smile back.

"Have I ever told you how slow your heartbeat is?"

-Chapter 45: A Lantern's Glow

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

You have told us how to court your average gallifreyan but how would one go about courting a Gallifreyan member of the Faction Paradox? Like are they in to freaky shadow stuff because I can not move my shadow like that? Like what major differences are their in courting a member of Faction Paradox compared to your average run of the mill Gallifreyan or Renegade?

And is it technically possible to court a Celestis or is that to messed up?

How should you court a member of Faction Paradox/a Celesti?

Courting a Faction Paradox member is very much NOT recommended by the Institute, however, here are some pointers you may find helpful:

🧠 Continue to be intellectually stimulating: Faction Paradox members are no different to normal Gallifreyans, at least when it comes to you remaining intriguing enough for them. Discussing the intricacies of time loops over dinner might score you points, and so might proposing a toast to the entropy of the universe.

🍽️ Pick the right meal: Forget the spaghetti bolognese; think of dishes that defy physics or even just culinary decency. Maybe go for a meal that exists in a state of quantum uncertainty or a dessert that tastes like regret, if you can find such a thing.

✔️ Embrace mind games: Members of the Faction Paradox love a bit of an enigma. A potential partner who can maintain an aura of mystery is likely to be very intriguing to them. A sudden, nonsensical act or something like an outburst of Woody Woodpecker laughter signals that you're not just another predictable human.

🗣️ Give what you get: They'll probably test you with some snappy comments and insults, cos they love a bit of bants. Give back what you get like some kind of interstellar rap battle.

🫨 Embrace the rituals ... and the chaos: The Faction love a good ritual. You might not be able to move your shadow in eldritch ways, but participation in or even just an appreciation of these can go a long way in impressing them.

👏 Laud their achievements (but not too much): Faction members like to hear how good they are. But not too much, because there's a fine line between providing compliments and just being a sycophant.

🔥 Show hatred for Gallifreyan traditions and customs: They really don't like them, so you shouldn't either. Down with Rassilon!

😍 Physical and telepathic boldness: Unlike typical Gallifreyans, Faction members might be more open to physical and telepathic intimacy, though this could vary, as some may just find it all primitive.

🌟 Courting a Celesti

The Celesti inhabit a realm of existence that transcends conventional physical and temporal boundaries, making the concept of "courting" as we understand it a challenging idea. It'd be a bit like trying to date a cloud.

If you do manage to get into a relationship with a Celesti, don't think in any way you'd be able to control or influence it. Sorry, but you're not driving that ride.

🏫 So ...

Once again, despite all of this, remember that every person is unique, with their personality traits, interests, and views. Tailor your approach based on the individual you're courting.

Related:

🤔|🧑‍🤝‍🧑🎁What gift would suit my Gallifreyan and their biology?

💬|💑💋How do Gallifreyans flirt?: How Gallifreyans approach flirting.

💬|💑💋How should you court a Gallifreyan?: Advice on dating a Gallifreyan.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[luckykittysshowerthoughts]

Simeon's Punishment

I want to start this off by saying that I agree with the masses that Season 4 was VERY poorly executed. I honestly have actual trust issues with the writers after how that season was handled, to the point that it actually prevented me from getting into Nightbringer until very recently.

...that said. I think that beneath the poor pacing, vague wording, misplaced focus, lack of closure, hidden signals and all-around awful handling, there is something here that deserves to be analyzed. So I'm writing this because I want to decode whatever the fuck the writers were going for. So, here we go.

The reason for Simeon's punishment was... confusing, to say the least. Yes, he did steal from the Celestial Realm, and from Michael personally. However... the reasons he did so are not only just, but reasons Michael should have personally agreed with. Even if Michael didn't give a damn about MC, he very clearly still loves Lucifer- and if Simeon hadn't done what he did, MC would have driven that knife straight through Lucifer's chest. What Simeon did saved the life of one of the most important people to Michael... not to mention protected the Celestial Realm. MC's ring of power was dangerously close to destabilizing all three realms, with the effects already starting to hit the Celestial Realm. What Simeon did was in the best interest of everyone, including Michael and the Celestial Realm. So, why was he punished...?

Well, this post is going to take a similar direction to my post about the fall. It wasn't actually meant to be a punishment at all.

When you look at Simeon's situation from a lens of punishment, certain details don't add up. It wasn't like Michael left Simeon out to dry. He sent arguably his most important angel, Raphael, to ensure Simeon's safety. He reached out to and to some extent collaborated with the Devildom- which he's made clear in the past that he distrusts and dislikes- just to keep everyone on the same page about Simeon and his protection. These acts don't exactly scream "punishment".

Then there was what Michael said to MC in season three- "I have to think about Simeon as well, after all."

This reads to me like Michael is- albeit subtly- angsting over the situation. Like he's still actively looking out for Simeon and his best interests, in his own way. It certainly doesn't sound like someone who has ill will towards him or is apathetic about his wellbeing.

Raphael doesn't seem particularly unhappy with Simeon over the whole thing either, and we all know how much of a stickler Raphael is for rules and doing the "right" thing. His full support of Simeon the entire time tells me that this is a little more complicated than a broken rule.

So... what exactly happened?

It's made very obvious that Simeon being turned human was because he stole the ring; that isn't up for debate. But that doesn't necessarily mean it was a punishment. What I think happened was that the incident made Michael realize a few things about Simeon- and that this was a long time coming, it's just that the situation with the ring was what made him feel that Simeon was better off not being an angel.

In the act of stealing the ring, Simeon made a very loud and clear statement about where his heart truly lies and what's important to him.

If his first and foremost thought was to be a good loyal angel, he would have let that dagger go straight through Lucifer's chest for the "greater good". Lucifer would have died, and MC would be worse for wear, but the Celestial Realm would be safe from the chaotic magic MC possessed.

...but that wasn't what was important to Simeon. That wasn't what mattered most to him.

What Simeon did saved the Celestial Realm, but that's not why he did it. He did it to save Lucifer and MC. That was what was important to him. His heart doesn't lie with the Celestial Realm, not anymore. It lies with MC, and with the brothers, and with the spirit of the exchange program- the fight to make bonds between the realms work.

I'll get into MC and Lucifer in a moment, but for now, that last point. His full and undying belief in doing what's best for all three realms. In Nightbringer, if MC tells Solomon that they want to find a way that's best for everyone instead of choosing between the demons, angels, and humans, it raises intimacy levels not with Solomon, but with Simeon. Who wasn't even in the room or anywhere near them at the time.

That is who Simeon is.

And the rules of the Celestial Realm confine him from doing what he was meant to do, the person he wanted to be.

As an angel, Simeon was only allowed to even see Lucifer and his brothers due to the exchange program- he wasn't allowed to venture down to visit his dear brother freely; in the original game's timeline he likely went centuries without being able to contact him.

He was even more restricted with MC, with whom he had to express clear restraint to avoid lustful sinning. Though most of the examples of this are locked behind Devilgrams (one of the many ways in which this whole arc was poorly handled)- one example I remember was one of his birthday cards from the year of S4 where he's shown sending MC away to hold himself back from "temptation". He couldn't love MC in the way he wanted to love them, because he was an angel.

And the relationship between the realms? Well, he can't do what's best for everyone if he's bound by the strict and oppressive rules of one. The rules that a very drunk Simeon in the devilgram "Simeon's Hidden Side" confesses were severely burning him out. The rules that, in Season 2, he spat in the face of with zero hesitation to pursue what he truly believed in. Simeon is a free spirit, one being slowly strangled by the Celestial Realm's jungle of rules and restrictions.

I don't think Michael did what he did because he was angry with Simeon. I think he did it because he knew it was time to let him go.

But that may not have been what he said. We all know by now that Michael isn't the brightest socially-speaking. When even Raphael, the most tactless being across the three realms, calls you socially inept, that's saying something.

I think what Michael meant to say was that the incident with the ring made him realize that Simeon is better off elsewhere. But what came out was "this is because of the ring"- which bears some very obvious negative implications. Especially when spoken to someone who is most likely in immense shock from the daunting situation they're being faced with. Simeon may be great at reading people and interpreting their motivations under normal circumstances, but it's very likely a part of Simeon's brain just turned off the moment he learned he was going to be human- honestly, who could blame him.

I think the whole "punishment" aspect was, largely, a miscommunication. Something that's backed up further towards the end of the season.

When Satan asks Simeon if it's because he stole the ring, Simeon's answer is rather vague.

"Something like that". That's... a rather strange response. It's rather roundabout. It indicates that it's a little more complicated.

Then there was what Simeon said later in that conversation.

"You-know-who has been waiting for me to figure that out."

Michael's been waiting for Simeon to realize why he actually did what he did. It wasn't about what Simeon did, but who he was. After all, as Simeon says, "this is who I am".

In short...

Yes, Simeon's transformation into a human was because he stole the ring. But no, that doesn't mean it was a punishment.

Simeon's act wasn't just a broken rule, it was a statement about who he is and where his heart lies- a statement that made Michael realize that he's not meant to be an angel. But when Michael said that he was turning Simeon human because he stole the ring, that was not what was gotten across- an in-shock Simeon interpreted it as a punishment, and viewed it as such until the end of the season where he realized what Michael actually meant.

And, honestly, I'm alright with this. I still have a bone to pick with the writers regarding how it was handled, I could rant for ages about that, but I can appreciate the idea itself. My only real concern now is that I hope Simeon keeps his angel lifespan. If he doesn't, then turning him human is essentially indirectly killing him down the line- which has moral issues I can't overlook or justify. That's really my only big problem here after looking at it under a microscope.

I'm also noticing a trend here, if my analysis is in any way accurate. It seems like Michael is the kind of person to make very big, very strange, morally dubious decisions that start to make a lot more sense when looked at more closely. It really lends credence to Simeon's whole "he does everything for a reason" thing. It's a part of Michael's character that I'm interested in seeing where it goes- but hoping for no more Simeon angst in the process, please. Please don’t hurt my boy again.

But, that's my two cents. If this doesn't make sense, it's because I wrote this in an ADHD-induced frenzy at 4 AM and apparently didn't edit it well (or at all) in the morning. Either way, I'll go ahead and claim my title as this hellsite's biggest Michael apologist before anyone can stick it to me. Kitty out.

[chaili-1512]

" Poisonous flower "

CW:Touching, kissing, y\n, The main character is a Na'vi, na’vi quaritch x na’vi reader

TW: some smut

You work as an interpreter in the guard of the Celestial Nation, as well as a guide in the realm of Pandora and the life of Na'vi, you are loyal to your service, but you are still a sane Avatar who is extremely negative about violence. With only the memories of your past life with you, you continued to work for the side you thought was right, but of course it wasn't, subconsciously you knew that killing was not the answer, but who would listen to someone like you. You were lucky to have a great team, and although you didn't fit in right away, you were able to find common ground with some of them, including the incorrigible Miles Quaritch himself, of all those present you had an extremely strained relationship which allowed you to constantly turn the conversation into an argument, luckily the guys were able to unblock you every time and keep you from killing each other. One day your group was sent out to scout the northern part of the forest to make sure there were no extra savages there, and if they were found, to take prisoners or kill them, which you didn't let the group do every time. To your surprise, the colonel obediently obeyed this order, only silently putting away his weapon and subduing the savage. Your job, as commander, was to keep everything under control and, if necessary, to make reasonable decisions, without violence, by negotiation, being a guide and mentor in the realm of this violent nature. The landing went quickly, and, as always, you guided the action with a taskbar that gave you a map and a place to head to with one swipe of your hand. The goal was to find more Na'vi and get them out of the way for the RDA's personal purposes.

-Look, Y\n, what if they're not here, - Lyle replied tiredly, waving off the nasty insects. This part of the forest was best known for its carnivorous plants and wildlife.

-Then we'll have less work to do, won't we, Lyle. Or are you tired already? - You turned to him with a chuckle, and your joke was shared by all but the Colonel, who, as usual, only rolled his eyes.

When you finally reached your destination, you found abandoned dwelling huts built from trees and other improvised materials, and then Quaritch went first, gesturing for you to clear the area. You, in turn, stood behind him and watched simply, you were clumsy at shooting, but if it came to hand-to-hand combat, your fists were ready to stand up for yourselves.

-Corporal, as you can hear, reception - Miles' job was to protect you, which angered him, because every time he had to risk his ass for you.

-All clear, sir, only traps found that didn't work, - the man looked carefully around one of the huts, checking every corner, as did the rest of the boys.

-Don't you find that suspicious? - said warily, and then Miles' eyes widened just as he was about to turn to one of the boys, something grabbed him by the leg and dragged him into the bushes.

-Ambush, get back! - The boys immediately ran in your direction, but everyone was already trapped, and the strung rope dragged them into the woods. Miles covered you in every way he could, looking around, his ears drooping and a smirk appearing, he froze for a second, then abruptly grabbed your hand and you ran off in an unknown direction.

-What the hell, where are we running to?! - you tried to keep up with the rapid pace of his run, picking your way through the bushes and roots.

-Fewer words, soldier, I'm trying to save us! - he shouted as he continued to run, finally you managed to escape the unknown, on the way you managed to send a message to the base with a signal for help so they could call for reinforcements. Your lungs were about to burst out, and you huddled against a nearby tree to regain your breath. Quaritch listened to his surroundings and only then was he able to exhale and come to his senses when the danger was over.

-Are you okay? Are you hurt? - The man gave you a concerned look that made you feel uncomfortable for a second.

-I'm fine, I'm glad you're wondering how I am, - you smiled sarcastically, but all you got in return was that familiar fierce look.

-Unfortunately for me, I have to ask for it every time I risk my ass for a scumbag like you, - he crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you seriously, you just wanted to say something as your gaze fell on what was behind him.

-Let's not make any unnecessary moves, - you carefully began to step back, Miles only tensed, taking his weapon and quickly turning around to see the bushes and the usual kinds of trees.

-Look, we're not in a position to make jokes right now, come on, - the colonel only pushed back the thicket, causing his tail to flutter and rise like a trumpet, along with his ears. - What the… - he only looked around after those words, then collapsed to the ground.

-Damn it, Miles! This is a dangerous bush, their poison causes intoxication and hallucinations!? - You cautiously began pulling your partner's legs, though he was losing strength, you still managed to pull him out. After laying him down as comfortably as possible with his back to the tree, you began rummaging through your bag, laying everything out on the surface of the bark in search of the right medicine. While you were looking for everything you needed, the colonel managed to wake up on his own, but his tongue was mumbling something unintelligible.

-Oh, you were able to wake up on your own, that's great, then I can give you a smaller dose and… - Before you could finish and pass the syringe, your wrist was intercepted, the expression on his face was speechless, and it was very difficult to assess the situation.

-What are you going to do to me? And without my consent… - Quaritch tried to formulate his speech, which was difficult, but he managed something.

-Hey, listen, I want to help you, so please let go of my hand, - you wanted to break out of his grasp, but the man's face played only a smile, this you clearly did not expect from such a rude man.

-Why should I let such a beautiful girl like you go? - His eyes went wild, like those of a hungry predator playing with its prey.

-Look, I think this poison has given you a strong side effect… - You looked again at the plants, which were already far enough away that you couldn't hit them again. Finally your wrist was free, and all that remained on Quaritch's face was bewilderment and incomprehension.

-Do you mean to tell me that this weed makes me do stupid things? - The colonel rose slightly, leaning against a tree, and you, in turn, stood up and pointed exactly the same way to a grove of these plants. - Exactly, and now I'm going to inject you with a drug that will lessen the effects, - the man threw another fierce look at you after your words.

-Have I ever told you that I've been attracted to your looks since the first time we met? - This statement made you look at him confused for a split second, and all that comforted you was the phrase, "-It's just the effect of that plant, he's gone mad, nothing more." Everything would have been fine, but his crooked gait headed in your direction, forcing you to move a few meters away from him, - Miles Quaritch, you need a shot, or it will get worse… - your voice no longer seemed as confident as before, for now you were pinned against a large wooden pole, and in front of you stood the colonel's rather rough and pumped body, whose gaze made your tail move like a propeller.

-I feel good now, Y\n especially with you by my side, - he whispered it so softly that your ears flinched and an electric shock ran through your body like you had never experienced before. While your thoughts were clouded with worry, his fingertips ran gently over your arms, making your body throb even harder. Quaritch was so close that his heavy breath burned your innocent face, which was already covered in embarrassment.

-Miles, what are you doing? - the question came softly enough and in one exhale, when his hands were already on your thighs, squeezing them tightly.

-What you have long wanted, but could not afford - the colonel's gaze was fixed on your lips, everything inside him was burning, only you could cause him such strong and ridiculous feelings. As much as you wanted it to stop, your body seemed to defy common sense, and you could only watch as his strong arms pressed you closer and his warm lips showered you with light kisses. Your body burned frantically with every touch on your neck, lightly biting it with his fangs, Quaritch teasing you, making you feel intense embarrassment, his mind still stupefied, and such an effect without the necessary aids could have lasted 48 hours.

-Miles… Stop it, you're not yourself, - your cotton palms tried to push away from the man's chest, but he in turn only intercepted them and raised them above your head, holding you in a kind of trap from which it was difficult to escape.

-Out of yourself I can only be from you - you were naturally enjoying everything that was happening, but common sense still managed to master your brain, the colonel was stupefied and the only option to stop this debauchery was to take control of yourself. The very moment you wanted to be indignant, your lips plunged into a passionate kiss, you never in your life would have thought he was so good at it. Each time the touch of his lips became more and more impatient, given only seconds to exhale and inhale, your tail went crazy and spun with the burning inside. The ground beneath your feet disappeared each time, but Quaritch's firm grip kept you from falling, pressing your wretched body closer to his, still holding your wrists higher.

-Stop, I can't breathe anymore… - You pulled away from the passionate kisses, to which the man only laughed.

-You didn't seem to mind, - he said smugly, finally letting go of your hands. You lifted your head and covered the back of your wrist, greedily gulping for air with your mouth. Unfortunately, the respite was very short; you could tell by the way Miles was touching you, because his hand had already climbed under your shirt. That movement made your tail rise and your body shudder again; the situation had to be saved, an idea popped into your head, and you had to make it happen somehow. You wrapped your arms around Miles' neck and dug into his lips, it was so sudden that the man began to pull back until you both fell into the grass.

-So you like being on top? - he smirked, watching your body.

-Sure, - you tried to reach for your bag, which wasn't far away, but his hands exploring your body, under your shirt, distracted you in every way possible. Finally reaching into the bag, you quickly pulled out a syringe and injected the drug into his shoulder, the man groaned in sharp pain, and you just got off him and sat down next to him, it was unwise to leave until the effects were completely gone, so you just waited for him to come to his senses. At this point the other guys were finally able to get to you, as it turned out they were just tied upside down to the trees, alive and well.

-Finally, now they're coming for us, - you sighed tiredly and looked at Miles, who was already the real Miles.

-What the hell… My goddamn head, what happened? Are we dead? - Holding his head, he tried to remember everything that had happened a few minutes ago, apparently the shock had been so severe that he had lost his memory.

-It's nothing, you just fell unconscious and I was trying to save you the whole time, - a lie for the good of both of them, you knew that if you told it like it was, there would be a lot of embarrassment and misunderstanding in your future service.

-Just passing out like that? Well, never mind, thanks, soldier, - his eyes stared into the distance, trying to remember something. After a few minutes of contemplation you heard the familiar hum of the engine, salvation finally came to you, and together with everyone else you went to the base. You spent the rest of the day in your own thoughts in your office, you also took samples of that poison that is so powerful, as it turns out the Na'vi use it in hunting to stupefy game and make them lose their minds.

At that moment there was a knock on the door, and the familiar figure of Miles stepped in.

-Oh, you feel better, did you want something? - You put aside your work and turned to him, there was not a single emotion on his face that you would normally see.

-You know, I behaved extremely rudely in my work with you and… - he paused and scratched his neck, - And I would like to apologize, - you rounded your eyes in surprise, but you apologized just as he did.

-It's okay, we just didn't see eye to eye, - you said, and you shook hands peacefully.

-But if you want to go on and talk about what we rehearsed after what happened in the woods, you know where to find me, - Miles grinned, your face ready to burn, he remembered every little detail? - For a nerd, you're an excellent kisser, - the colonel left the office after that phrase, leaving you alone with your thoughts and burning with embarrassment.

[blitzarthespaceidiot]

Kauhara - Meet The Kingdoms

Azartsik Kingdom

Part 1 - Basic Information

Flag & Map

Their People

The Azartsik Kingdom is home of the Azartsik race, dragons and drakes known for their mostly crepuscular to nocturnal lifestyle, their developed sense of sight which allows them to see without issue in the dark and (for their dragons only) their speed and mobility during flight, being by far the best on aerial movement out of the other races in Kauhara.

The Azartsik are usually around 9'8"ft tall for the males and 9'2" for the females. Coloration-wise they tend to have slightly dark-toned scales, colors like blue, red and magenta (all in dark tones) are common. It is to note that rarely will these scales lack hue and be completely black or some shade of dark gray. Their horns are black and will always be pointing straight away without any curving.

The Azartsik are omnivores leaning towards meat. While they like their meats and other animal products and tend to favor them, they wouldn't mind sharing their plate with a few greens if they'd like to.

Weather, Climate and Biomes

If you visit the Azartsik Kingdom, you will be greeted with generally cold climate, you are in the mountains after all. Snowfall is more than likely to fall during the colder months of the year.

If you are south near the Azartsik-Sukkan border, you will find more bearable weather, do note however that storms can be quite common here, rain tends to occur frequently in the intermission months between the colder and warmer months of the year. Land is at its best for growing around these times.

The Azartsik's mountain range is covered in its majority with montane coniferous forests. Further south at the Sukkan border you will find more even terrain with a few grasslands and shrublands, these eventually transition into the arid barrens at the Sukki Plateau.

Their Culture and Society

The Azartsik's culture tends to revolve around the stars above, since the days of their kingdom's dawn they have not taken an eye off of them. Dedicated festivities to these exist, usually taking place around the dates where these signal the arrival of growing seasons, where the land and weather allows for the vest conditions to cultivate their foods.

Additional, non-scheduled celebrations include those taking place after certain natural astronomical events like the passing of a great comet, an eclipse taking place (wether its a solar or lunar eclipse does not matter) or a conjuction between between various celestial bodies. The magnitude of these celebrations vary depending on the event that took place.

In recent years, the Azartsik Kingdom was met with a large influx of foreigners setting down in their land. While initially these foreigners were not welcomed by their people due to past historical matters with other kingdoms, they quickly began to grow used to these arrivals and let them stay, allowing the Azartsik kingdom to become a central hub of sorts for Kauhara.

Their Economy

The Azartsik's economy is among the strongest in Kauhara. This is product of a treaty between them, the neighbouring Sukkan Kingdom and the nearby Realm of Azukaiya. This treaty is of economic nature, however it does also include a few defense agreements.

Additionally, as mentioned before, Azartsik's influx of foreign dragons and drakes from different kingdoms turned the Azartsik Kingdom into a central hub. One of the benefits that came to Azartsik with this event is the increase in trading as well as the exchange of cultures between the Azartsik and other kingdoms, allowing for new trade routes to be implemented between kingdoms and boosting the Azartsik's economy significantly. This time period is known as the Azartsik Golden Age.

They have strong mining industry comparable with the Berhazan Kingdom and Sukkan Kingdom's. In addition to that, they have a good agricultural sector, focusing majorily on crops like roots and livestock like goats and cattle.

[beelzebuddy-catan]

The Not Entirely Human-Human Exchange Student pt. 12

Summary: The brothers finally hear the truth behind Lucifer's decision to hide Belphie and what happened after Lilith's fall. With Cass by their side, they go to get Belphie back, only for her to realize just how much Belphie hates humans. Warnings: Swearing, major character death, mentions of other deaths Spoilers: Up through Lesson 16 Characters: Cass (OC), Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lilith. Previous Part • Next Part

"Anyone ready to storm the castle?”  

“Seriously?” Mammon yelled. “He tricked ya? He wants to kill humans and ya still want to help him?”  

“It’s not about me.” After everything she’d gone through for the six of them and Lilith, nothing was going to shake her resolve. She’d tried not to be involved, but there was no denying she was meant to be there. “And it’s not about him. It’s about all of you.”  

Once again, Beel rushed forward. This time, he tackled Cass to the ground, underestimating his own strength. Fortunately, he managed not to hurt her. He helped her up, blushing as he apologized.  

“Are you forgetting that if we try to see Belphie, we’ll be disobeying Lord Diavolo?” Satan asked.  

“And?”  

Satan and Asmo shared a quick look before standing, a silent signal they were in. Mammon cursed under his breath before following suit, Levi not long behind him. They stood, staring at Lucifer, waiting for him to announce who he truly sided with.  

Cass was standing in front of the brothers, arms crossed as she tapped her foot. Mammon, Levi, Lucifer, and Beel were squished together onto one couch with Asmo draped over one arm rest and Stan perched on the other.  

Somehow, which Cass was attributing to the fact that she wasn’t entirely human after all, she had given Lucifer a bloody nose after punching him. After the chaos that ensued from that, they reconvened to the living room.  

Lucifer probably would have put up more of a fight about Cass being involved in what Levi deemed ‘a family issue’, had he not been recovering from the shock of her punch. Cass was more than happy to lead the discussion since nobody in the family could communicate.  

“Alright, we’re going to start with you Lucifer. Time to share why you locked Belphie away.” Beel’s jaw clenched at the words. “And you’re not going to stay calm, Beel.”  

“Why should I? He lied– ”  

“And we’re all mad about it,” Levi interrupted, “but we’re not going to get anywhere if you everyone keeps fighting.”  

Lucifer sighed, lowering the ice pack he’d been holding to his head. “I didn’t have a choice.” Cass glared at Beel when he went to interrupt, his mouth snapping shut with a huff. “Belphie came to my room one night asking that I talk to Diavolo to stop the program. I told him that what Diavolo wants is what I want. 

“You all know how he feels about humans, he blames them for what happened to Lilith. Which is why he said he’d stop at nothing to wipe humans from existence. If he continued, he would have been guilty of treason. He would have been sent to the underworld.”  

“Why couldn’t you have told us that though?” Beel whispered, looking across Levi and Mammon to meet Lucifer’s gaze. “Even in secret, I would have wanted to know.”  

“There are some things that I thought were better if I burdened alone.”  

The brothers fell silent at his words, but they didn’t know the whole truth. They didn’t know about Lilith, and that’s truly what Lucifer was talking about. Just like Lucifer had protected Lilith with his silence, he protected Belphie.  

“So, to recap,” Cass said when she realized nobody was going to speak. “Belphie used to love humans in the Celestial Realm.” They looked at her with confusion, unsure how she knew that. “And Lilith started going down to the Human World with him where she fell in love with a human.”  

“How do you know ab–?”  

“I’ll get there,” Cass waived off Lucifer’s question. “When he fell ill and couldn’t save him, she gave him food from the Celestial Realm. Although that saved him, she interfered with a human’s life and was punished.” 

Lucifer had a distant look in his eyes as he remembered the memory. His voice doing nothing to hide the contempt, “our father was going to wipe her from existence, dispose of her as if she were nothing more than garbage.”  

“That’s when we were banished and came to the Devildom,” Beel said, his voice shaky, “and Lilith lost her life.”  

“Which Belphie blamed humans for and that’s why you must have locked him up, Lucifer.”  

Beel lunged across Mammon and Levi, almost knocking both Asmo and Satan from their spots in an attempt to hug Lucifer. “No, he protected Belphie.” Mammon and Levi complained, trying to get Beel off of them.  

“Diavolo clearly respects you,” Cass said when Beel finally released his grip. “Do you really think he won’t listen to you if you go to him?”  

Lucifer looked torn. Of course, he knew it ultimately didn’t matter if he talked to Diavolo. This was the prince’s goal. As he told Cass, he’d do anything to see it happen because he believed it was his destiny. Lucifer must think that if he said something, it may risk Belphie getting in more trouble.  

But Lucifer would always put his brother’s first. He would always do what he could to protect them. Why else would he have hidden Belphie and not told the others? In doing so, he held them at arm’s length where he couldn’t shield them.  

“I vowed to stand behind Diavolo and support those goals.”  

Asmo scoffed. “Who’s more important to you? Diavolo or us?”  

Lucifer’s head hung, a rare sight of meekness from the proud demon. Yet, he didn’t answer Asmo, and Cass knew why. Because while his family was more important, it was the very reason he had to support Diavolo.  

“I think it’s time to tell them,” Cass said, looking right at Lucifer. He lifted his head to meet her eyes. “They deserve to know.”  

The others exchanged looks of confusion, not sure what was about to happen. Lucifer sighed and Cass unconsciously took a step back, as if she knew there would be an uproar. Lucifer went to stand in front of them as he spoke.  

“Lilith didn’t die during the war, I, I’m so sorry that I never told you.”  

The commotion she expected erupted. Mammon and Beel both leapt from their seats. While he wasn’t strong enough to stop Beel, Mammon was fast enough to throw him off. He stumbled to the side, narrowly missing Lucifer. Asmo was frozen, staring forward at nothing in particular. Satan and Levi both shouting in the chaos.  

By the time they were able to calm Beel down enough to continue talking, there were at least seven pieces of broken furniture. Not to mention, Asmo almost had Mammon’s head for breaking one of his nails and Levi had been moments away from summoning Lotan.  

“Why didn’t you ever tell us?”  

It was a question that must be on all their minds. Lucifer looked at each of them in turn. It wasn’t just that he didn’t tell them about his deal with Diavolo, he hadn’t told anyone. Lucifer probably thought he’d never tell them.  

“We couldn’t contact her, and it would have put you all in danger to know what happened. I never wanted you to have to shoulder that pain.”  

“Being able to see her or not, I would have liked to have known,” Beel murmured. “You did what you did to save her, and I know that, but, but we could have gotten through it, together.”  

Silence fell over the room once more. For the first time since returning, there wasn’t any tension underlying the moment.  They sat in contemplative silence, processing the information. Until Mammon’s eyebrows knitted together, that is.  

He looked up at Cass in confusion. “You knew? How did you know?”  

“I’ll tell you, but it concerns Belphie too,” Cass answered, hoping they’d be agreeable enough to wait for an explanation. “I promise I’ll tell you everything, but I’d prefer to wait until he’s there. So, what do you say? Anyone ready to storm the castle?”  

“Seriously?” Mammon yelled. “He tricked ya? He wants to kill humans and ya still want to help him?”  

“It’s not about me.” After everything she’d gone through for the six of them and Lilith, nothing was going to shake her resolve. She’d tried not to be involved, but there was no denying she was meant to be there. “And it’s not about him. It’s about all of you.”  

Once again, Beel rushed forward. This time, he tackled Cass to the ground, underestimating his own strength. Fortunately, he managed not to hurt her. He helped her up, blushing as he apologized.  

“Are you forgetting that if we try to see Belphie, we’ll be disobeying Lord Diavolo?” Satan asked.  

“And?”  

Satan and Asmo shared a quick look before standing, a silent signal they were in. Mammon cursed under his breath before following suit, Levi not long behind him. They stood, staring at Lucifer, waiting for him to announce who he truly sided with.  

---  

When they arrived at the Demon King’s castle, Diavolo and Barbatos were already in the foyer. It wasn’t entirely surprising that the brothers would eventually arrive for Belphie. They did seem curious about Cass’s involvement though.  

“What a surprise, the whole family,” Barbatos smiled while opening the door. Cass didn’t miss the sarcasm in his tone. "Though, unless I’m mistaken, Lucifer should be on house arrest, and you have an extra joining you.”  

“Yes, and I’ll accept my punishment for coming after dealing with this.”  

“And Cass isn’t an extra, she’s family,” Beel snapped.  

Diavolo beamed, but the sincerity of it felt oddly inapposite for the situation. “That’s delightful to hear you feel that way about her! However, I am at a loss for what it is we should be dealing with.”  

Mammon scoffed from where he hid behind Beel. Lucifer stepped forward, unconsciously putting himself between his brothers and any harm. “We came to request you release Belphie.”  

“No,” Cass interrupted, moving to stand beside Lucifer, “we came to demand you release him.”  

Lucifer tensed next to her at the same time Satan inhaled sharply in shock. The sound was followed by a weak yeah from Mammon and then silence. Barbatos’s eyes narrowed slightly. Cass knew he was close to telling her to watch her place.  

“You know, it’s funny,” Diavolo began, giving Barbatos a slight wave of dismissal. “I knew you were hiding him and why you were doing it. It really did make me sad seeing how it drove a wedge between you and your brothers.” 

“If you knew the whole time, why do you suddenly care?” Beel asked. “Just give him back to us.”  

“You could even charge him with a different crime, that way he’s still being punished,” Satan suggested. 

Diavolo sighed. He looked at each of the brothers with sympathy, but Cass knew his resolve wouldn’t change. He believed bringing the three realms together was his destiny. No matter how much he cared for the brothers, he wasn’t going to throw that away so impulsively.  

“We have rules in place to maintain the delicate balance between the Devildom, Celestial Realm, and Human World. I cannot simply overlook the fact that Belphegor aimed to violate those rules. And I can’t give him special treatment. He’s part of the council, a leader.”  

 “It’s not my place, but I wouldn’t be doing by due diligence as a representative of the Human World to not say anything. It also wouldn’t be true to my beliefs to stay silent. I understand that ultimately it is your decision, but I think you’re wrong. Doing this would be a sign of a poor leader.”  

Cass didn’t think it was possible, but the room became even quieter. She couldn’t see the faces of the brothers, but imagined the shock mirrored that on Diavolo’s and Barbatos’s. She used their silence to continue.  

“I understand you believe this is best and think this is the first step in strengthening ties, but it’s not. If you truly want stability between the worlds, it requires collaboration and empathy. You alone have decided the best course of action. Punishing anyone that disagrees is only going to lead to fear and contempt.  

“Is that the future you want to create? A future where the people you lead blindingly follow you because if they don’t, they’ll be punished? Does that not go against the very thing you’re aiming to accomplish? A world where demons, angels, and humans are equals? If you’re oppressing your own people, how could they ever be equal? 

“If you follow through with this, it will set in stone who you are as a leader. And who that is, is someone that manipulates and controls people to achieve their goals, regardless of if it is truly the best future. If you make this ruling under the guise of safety for humans solely because it’s your prerogative, explain to me how, on a fundamental level, you would be any better than Belphie.” 

“Cass, why do–” 

“It’s fine,” Diavolo interrupted Barbatos, eyes not leaving Cass. “Time and time again, you’ve not only proven to exceed my expectations, but completely subvert them. You’ve given me something to consider.”  

Cass tilted her head, a silent question regarding the status of Belphie. Diavolo's lips twitched, suppressing the smile fighting to break out. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he continued.  

“Of the events that have occurred over the last few days, there is one thing I can’t seem to figure out. While I think you already have an idea of how it happened,” Diavolo gave her a pointed look, “if you can confirm what happened, I will release Belphegor.”  

“Sure, no problem.”  

Diavolo laughed and shook his head affectionately, as if he already knew she’d say that. Lucifer, however, was not as confident. “Cass, wait, you don’t even know what that entails.” 

“I’ve come this far. What’s he going to do, kill me?” Cass smiled, hoping someone would finally laugh if only to appease her, but no one did. She rolled her eyes and tsked. 

“What I want you to do is to figure out how Belphegor was released. The door was sealed to only open using the combined powers of your brothers, barring Belphegor, isn’t that correct Lucifer?” Lucifer nodded curtly. “Yet, suffice to say he was released without that happening.” 

“How’s she supposeta figure that out, huh?” Mammon asked. “You won’t even let her visit Belphie.” 

“I’d like you to use Barbatos’s powers to go into the past to see who released him. There is one condition. You must do it alone.” 

The brothers erupted at that. Their arguments that it was too dangerous or pleas to let someone go with her faded into background noise. Cass stepped forward, extending her hand to Diavolo, already ready to try. 

-- 

Barbatos didn’t say anything as he led Cass to his room. It’s possible he was still angry at her for what she’d said to Diavolo earlier. She also was thinking about what would happen after going back. If Barbatos truly found her in ancient Greece, what if she lost her memory again? 

“You may be one of the most fearless people I’ve ever met.” Cass tilted her head, not sure what he meant. “Time and time again, you’ve been put in situations that threaten your safety. Yet, you don’t falter. Often you go so far to insert yourself in dangerous situations for the sake of others.” 

“Some would call that stupid.” 

Barbatos dipped his head to hide his smile. “This is the first time I’ve shown a human my room, you know? You’re actually the first human who’s been in there. Although, I suppose you don’t remember the last time.” 

“Why are we going there?” 

“Ah, yes, it may be helpful to know how my powers work. As you know, I can see the future. Using the doors in my room, I’m able to send people anywhere in time.” 

“Did you know we’d end up here?” 

“You mean with Belphegor?” Cass nodded. “No, I didn’t. Imagine for a moment that you knew everything that would happen until the end of time. That’d be quite a boring life would it not?” 

Cass fell silent considering his question. Boring wasn't the word she’d use though. It would be isolating to know that much. What would be the point in getting to know people or investing time in things if you already knew how it would end? 

They stopped at his door. Barbatos looked at her expectantly. “I think it’d be more lonely than boring.” 

Barbatos didn’t respond, pondering her answer as he opened the door. He closed the door behind them as Cass took in their surroundings. There were multiple floors with various doors on each level. The doors were all different styles from different eras.   

Cass followed Barbatos up a flight of stairs to a door that matched those in the House of Lamentation. Belphie had been released shortly after she stormed out. This would likely take her back to the day of Satan’s speech. 

“There are some things to be aware of when travelling to the past, especially to prevent you from warping history. First, do not reveal you are from the future. Second, avoid running into yourself. It’s best you determine who let Belphie free and come back. Finally, to return, you simply knock on the door you used to travel. After, you’ll be able to enter it and be brought back here.” 

Cass nodded, stepping up to the door. While she was going back to confirm this for Diavolo, he was right when he said she may already know. Somehow, Cass already knew Lilith was behind the demon’s sudden release. 

That wasn’t the only reason she wanted to go back though. She needed to talk to Lilith before telling the brothers about the ghost. Cass had a request of the former angel. She knew it may change the future but wasn’t too worried. She really believed everything was going to work out, somehow. 

With one foot through the door, Cass turned back to address Barbatos. “You’re wrong about me being fearless. I’m actually quite terrified. But if we never do things that scare us, life would be just as boring as knowing what would happen if we did them.” 

With that, she crossed the threshold. When her second foot lifted, the darkness on the other side of the door engulfed her completely. Once her foot hit the ground, Mammon’s room materialized around her. She recognized the outfits each of the brothers were wearing after they’d returned from Ristorante Six. 

They were discussing how great their plan to trick her and Lucifer was. It took all of Cass’s self-control not to walk over and smack them for their sheer stupidity, especially now that she knew just how bad it would turn out. 

Knowing she had things to do, and that it was safer to not let them know she was here, Cass snuck out of the room before any of them saw her. Making as little noise as possible, she rushed towards the west corridor. Narrowly avoiding her past self and Lucifer, she whispered Lilith’s name outside the hidden room.  

“Lilith?”  

The ghost glanced up, a smile appearing. “How’d you find this room?”  

Suddenly, a foreboding feeling washed over her. For the entire time Cass had been in the Devildom, Lilith was a source of comfort. Looking at her now, somehow Cass knew her luck was running out. Even if she didn’t ask Lilith for a favor, the future was changing. 

“What’s the matter?”  

I’m going to die.  

It didn’t feel like her own thought. Almost as if someone knew how the next series of events who play out and was warning her. Someone who knew without a doubt that would happen. The name she’d been given when she arrived now felt like a shackle reminiscent of the prophet Cassandra. A future set in stone that no one would believe.  

Cass swiped at the tears threatening to fall and shook her head instead of saying the words caught in her throat. This wasn’t about her. She came here with a goal, and she was going to make sure it happened. Telling Lilith wouldn’t help. It wouldn’t change anything.  

“I need you to do something for me.”  

Cass explained her plans as fast as she could, not knowing how long she had. First, she needed Lilith to explain things to her brothers. Why Cass hadn’t thought of it before, she didn’t know. But if she could write down what Lilith said, she could give it to them. Because there were things they would never understand or accept if it didn’t come from the former angel directly.  

Second, she needed to know if Lilith was able to possess her body. If she could, maybe Lilith could finally pass the threshold to the attic and talk to Belphie. If, by some miracle, Lilith had any of her powers left, she may be able to use them with a physical body. Maybe, just maybe, she’d be able to release Belphie. If that body happened to be Cass’s, so be it.  

Lilith agreed and they got to writing the letters. Cass barely processed what the angel was saying, going on autopilot as she transcribed her thoughts. When they finished the final letter, Cass put the letters inside the inner pocket of her jacket.   

“Alright, ready to try the attic?” Lilith nodded with a look of determination that reminded Cass of how Beel looked when he set his mind to something. “If, for some unknown reason, something happens to me, make sure they know...” Cass fell silent not sure exactly what she wanted them to know. But she knew that unknown reason was fast approaching and couldn’t let it happen without saying something to Lilith.  

But she didn’t need to know. The look on Lilith’s face told her the angel understood. Cass took a deep breath, not sure how to prepare for what this might be like. As her vision became cloudy, Cass had a final passing thought that she refused to speak.  

Please don’t let my death be in vain.  

--- 

Cass blinked a few times, wiggling her fingers. Except, it wasn’t really her doing it. Lilith seemed to be in the same state of shock as Cass. Though, it had been quite a while since the angel had a physical body and it probably was an odd sensation. 

Lilith lifted Cass’s arm and took a step. Being possessed wasn’t what she expected. Rather than a lifeless Marinette puppet or even being unconscious, it was as if she was floating above her body. It was almost like they were sharing a shirt, so when Lilith lifted her arm, Cass’s followed. If she fought hard enough, she may even be able to take back control.  

“Woah, this is wild,” Cass said, but it was Lilith speaking.  

“Can you focus? I don’t know how much time we have.” Cass tried asking but couldn’t make the words.  

“Oh, right, sorry!” Lilith laughed. At least she was able to hear Cass in this state. “I’ve never done this before. It’s a lot more draining than I thought it would be. Give me a second.”  

Lilith rushed to the door. Cass could feel her renewed hope at the prospect of not only being able to see her brother, but speak to him, even if through someone else’s body. Lilith hesitated at the foot of the attic stairs. 

“Are you okay?” 

“I don’t know how to explain this, but I think my powers are coming back.”  

“What!?”  

“When I fell, I still had some of my grace. It was fading, but an angel’s grace doesn’t fully disappear unless they die. Then when I was a human, I didn’t have my memory or the ability to use it. When I became a ghost, I could feel it with me still. It was always just out of reach, locked away. I never thought I’d get it back. It must be because I didn’t have a body. Apparently, I can channel it through yours.” 

“Are you sure it’s safe? For you, I mean. If just moving was draining, wouldn’t this be worse?” When Lilith didn’t answer, Cass asked the other question that had come to mind. “Do you think it’ll be enough to open the attic door?”  

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.” 

With that, Lilith took a deep breath and started walking up the steps. She didn’t tell Cass how she felt, but she didn’t need to. Cass could feel the elation coursing through her. It had worked. They’d made it past Lucifer’s barrier, the first hurdle of Cass’s plan. 

Lilith practically ran towards where Belphie was, somehow knowing where her brother was waiting. Without hesitating she grabbed the doorknob. Cass felt a surge of energy flow through her as Lilith turned the knob and pushed the door open.  

“Belphie?” Lilith called.  

Belphie was asleep, but it was clear it wasn’t a peaceful sleep. There were countless pillows and blankets scattered around his bed. As he thrashed around, he was muttering pleas for help. The clearest word of all was Lilith’s name.  

His body jerked so violently he fell to the ground. The angel crossed over to his bed to help. Belphie reached out, trying desperately to ground himself even in sleep. His hand wrapped around her ankle and his erratic breath seemed to slow.  

His hair clung to his forehead, damp from sweat as he fought off whatever nightmare he was in. Lilith knelt beside him, brushing his bangs back. Cass could feel the fondness she held for him. 

“Belphie, wake up.” 

His flailing slowed to a stop before he blinked, looking up with confusion. When he realized who it was, his expression soured. He jerked away from Lilith’s touch, slapping her hand away. Lilith hesitated before remembering he was seeing Cass instead.  

“What are you doing here?” Belphie glanced around the room before his eyes landed on the open door. He stood, stepping towards the hall before turning around. “You, you did it? You got the door open?”  

“Yeah!” Lilith beamed as she rose to her feet. 

“You’re amazing, I mean, you did it! Lucifer or Lord Diavolo would never have imagined this happening. A human saving me? Unbelievable.”  

Belphie lifted his arms moving to give Cass a hug. Lilith responded in kind. The same feeling washed over Cass. Somehow, she just knew. This was a bad idea. She tried to stop Lilith, to take control of her body again, but the angel was too excited.  

Belphie’s arms wrapped around her. Although he was lanky, his frame engulfed Cass’s. He was taller than all of his brothers except Beel and Levi. Despite looking weak, he was at least as strong as the average demon. His hold was just tight enough to hurt.  

“You’re a fool. Just like every other idiotic, weak human.” Belphie muttered before a cruel laugh left his lips. Lilith froze. “I can’t help but laugh at how stupid you are. And once I kill you, the exchange program will be ruined. Diavolo’s reputation will be in tatters.”  

Lilith struggled against his hold, but without her full powers, it meant nothing. Belphie’s laugh became louder the more she fought. The maniacal sound echoed around them, drowning anything else out. His hands moved to her throat. 

“Belphie, why,” Lilith coughed, lungs screaming for oxygen.  

“Why? You haven’t figured it out, yet? Because I hate humans. I hate them more than anything in the three worlds.” Cass’s vision started fading as the burning in her lungs worsened.  

“Oh no. Are you having trouble breathing?” The fake sympathy lacing Belphie’s voice made her skin crawl almost as much as the laugh that followed. “That must be unpleasant. Too bad the look on your face right now is too delightful. Tell me, was it worth it?”  

With those words, Cass felt her body go limp and Belphie’s voice faded. Then, there was nothing. She felt weightless, drifting through empty space. It was cold. Cass wasn’t sure she’d ever been this cold before. Try as she might, she couldn’t fight the desire to sink into the warmth of sleep that beckoned her.  

[another-lost-mc]

do you think that when mc dies or is killed (or hurt), the demons they have pacts with will feel some sort of pain signaling something happened to mc?

That makes sense to me. Surely the demon/human must feel something when a pact is broken or fulfilled, right?

Like, forging the pact between a human and demon forms some sort of connection to each other, even on a subconscious level. The presence of someone or something there, like a shadow on their soul.

I'm guessing most demons and humans enter short-term pacts that are meant to end once their bargain has concluded and the pact dissolves. The mark(s) that symbolize that pact fade away.

But unlike a pact that ends because the terms are complete, maybe the human (or demon's) demise breaks the pact in a way that's more noticeable. Painful, even. Almost traumatic. Like ripping off a bandaid with no warning.

I explored this idea a couple of times:

A Lucifer fic where MC dies after returning to the human world (OG post-S1). He experiences some mental and physical discomfort and proof that the pact is broken because the mark is gone.

A bullet-style fic about MC dying and being reborn in the Celestial Realm years later. This is similar where it describes a sudden feeling of emptiness and the demon brothers panicking when they realize their pact marks start fading before their eyes.