#Maalik the demon

[corgi-cthuwu]

I personally have this big ass theory on Malek. I was combing thru Reddit looking at others' experiences when the June update released and it got me thinking.

There's two main theories:

1. Malek is the Beast either as Moloch or JUST the Beast with no connection to Moloch.

2. As everyone else could be angels, Malek is Maalik or the Angel of Hell in Islamic Religion.

When Malek first appeared, a lot of readers immediately got the 'the creeps' from him. People were wondering what his role was in the story. Was he the Beast? Some sort of demon or manifestation of evil?

It got to the point where I saw someone mention the Angel Maalik-- the Angel of Hell in Islamic religion. (Considering three out of four main male LI's may or may not be named or have some connection to some angels in Christianity, I had to look up whether or not 'Malek' had some resemblance to a theological character.)

This started some conversation, and I saw someone else mention that Malek actually reminded them of 'Moloch'-- looking this up, Moloch is apparently a Canaanite deity associated (if not the name of the sacrifice itself) with child sacrifice.

They theorized that maybe Malek was actually Moloch-- or the Beast who her cult was worshiping-- who is hunting down or watching the MC because she was supposed to die with her cult that day the SWAT team came in. He missed a sacrifice or something. By extension, Ruth would also be connected to this.

And he said himself-- it's a coincidence that she and Ruth rekindled upon meeting in college, when they were both in the same cult as children. They didn't plan to be friends, or share trauma and meet up. They just bumped into each other, I think. It's also a coincidence that he just so happened to be a professor teaching at that college. (And somehow, he had a relationship with her even tho MC knew her as pious.) He did mention though that he would ask Ruth about the cult, but it was a touchy subject and she preferred not to bring it up. Honestly, if all he wanted was the information, he took the most controversial way to do it.

Which is the weird thing-- if he's the Beast himself, why does he just want information? Why didn't he do something to Ruth once he got what he wanted? He just casually has a day job. (Also why does he own a hotel?)

What disproves this theory (at least, about Moloch), is that Moloch isn't Christian. Moloch is a Canaanite god. MC said that her cult was under a branch of Christianity.

I looked up Moloch, then looked up the goddess Astraea. I noticed one thing-- they're both mentioned (though Astraea very briefly) in Paradise Lost. Moloch is one of the deities working with Satan in his plan to claim Heaven by using Adam and Eve's temptation in the Garden of Eden. Satan also has a third of Heaven's fallen angels and other demons working with him in the uprising.

Malek has this immediate interest in Astrea. First from the MC but later on for his entertainment because he's bored with his monotonous life, as he says, "it is not every day one meets ghost hunters."

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THIS LINE. EITHER HE'S BEING VERY PRESUMPTIVE OR HE JUST FUCKIN KNOWS

> He said he had no prior knowledge of Astrea before the MC introducd him to it, but he could be lying (or he genuinely didn't have any idea but that information hasn't been revealed yet, which is more likely).

When he and Mikael make an arrangement to work together, he seems a bit too eager.

> "Malek smiled a little bit too cheerfully and extended his hand."

Three out of four of the male LI's are named/have names that closely resemble some angels in the bible. Mikael, could be Archangel Michael-- the chief of angels. Then there's Raphael who IS proven to be Archangel Raphael, and lastly there's Cassiel, who could be Archangel Cassiel, one of the Seven Archangels in the bible along with Michael and Raphael.

If Malek is the Beast himself... His interest in Astrea could indicate wanting to get through the inner-workings of the agency (Heaven, I guess) because of the three guys over there who could be literal angels. He wants to get the upper hand, maybe using the MC from within with her connection with both the agency and the Beast. There's a similar plot in Paradise Lost. The classic Heaven vs. Hell. Hell is working from the inside, through 'Paradise' which is the Garden of Eden. Hell being the snake. It's been described as a civil war by some.

TLDR;

Anyway, what's more likely? The fact that Malek is the Beast MC's cult was worshipping when she and Ruth were children, he's extracting information about his own cult for some reason, and he's slowly but surely getting what he wants... OR...

That he's Maalik, the Islamic Angel of Hell and is tasked with overseeing its gates and sinners? Which makes more sense because he's a forensic psychologist? His last name is literally SINNER.

But if he is Maalik, why is he going against Astrea...? He is an angel, after all.

In any case, Malek could still be connected to the Beast without being it. He seemed awfully guilty/self-aware if MC picks him during the scene where she dies.

Or he could still be the Beast and the rest of the info hasn't been expounded yet.

...Maybe he is Maalik, but SOMEHOW got kicked out of Heaven (fallen angel?) and is now working with the Beast?

- Hence his controversial black-and-white opinions about society (other than having to guard sinners for a living, being kicked outta Heaven must make you question things), his "take the most out of life" attitude (where society suppresses you so it's easier to dispose you later), his sudden guilt, and eager interest in Astrea.

- It would also makes sense why he's being so nosy about the Beast, and the cult-- it's because he's working for it. The connection between MC and Astrea would be too perfect if this was true. He wants information. He is the snake that goes against Heaven.

[awkwardosthe3rd]

This is boutta become a big ol demon trans gal appreciation post.

This is Sappho, she is rlly good at provoking intrusive thoughts and hangs around the fire demons Janan&Maalik a lot because she is a nosy little bitch that is here for the drama.

[yoru-no-seiiki]

Could you do a yandere cannibal?

- 🌹

END OF A DREAM 夢の終わる

YANDERE! DIVINE BEAST x SINNER! READER

I actually have the OC for that! Well, it’s technically my persona but it counts I suppose. I’m designating them for vore related works.

tw/cw: DDDNE, yandere themes, vore, gore/blood, violence, victim blaming.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU.

YOU ARE DELECTABLE. THE EMBODIMENT OF TEMPTATION.

Therefore it could be said that this was warranted. Maalik only carried out the task it was meant to do. Rid the world of demonic beings like you. Beings whose sole purpose was to deviate humanity from God’s divine order.

Your skin was no match for its teeth; crafted to slay even the most powerful of devils. Your screams did little to dissuade it from relishing in your demise.

And so you laughed. Laughed at how cruel the world is to give you such a fate. Cackled at the God who created you just to steer you into a painful death. Chuckled at the wicked twists that lending your trust resulted in.

Maalik. You knew them as the kind yet reclusive villager who lived in the woods. A generous person who’d provide plenty of assistance during mishaps caused by drunken clients and aided you when traveling at night. They were gentle as feathers in the wind.

Maalik, the angel — the divine beast before you, was no such thing as it tore your limbs apart slowly, letting you watch as your muscles stretched before ripping asunder with a smile on its face, using its powers to keep you from the brink of death so it can savor your expressions and taste in life.

Inevitably, your eyes close as you drift to eternal sleep.

But what awaits the end of a mortal existence’s dream is the start of a hellish, ever-lasting reality with the Angel of Hell.

©️ yoru.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

This is less cannibal and more just vore cause I don’t think I’m ready to write a human eating another just yet without fainting or getting a panic attack so I’m really sorry!! I hope this suffices 😅

[hellisntreal]

The two pigeons- a classic, fat one and a lean piebald- sat happily on Maalik’s arms as he headed for the nearby exit. [...] The moment Maalik crossed the entranceway out of the store, he felt and heard something at the same time: first, a sort of chilly, hot feeling in his heart, like a localized fever.

Then a voice in Angelic. “Do you not see the demons?” One of the pigeons asked him.

Ah, fuck, so this was the angel he’d noticed.

I am really enjoying drawing scenes from Bad End :3c

[nytehavyn-circle]

"Your teeth seem sharper than most..." He pointed a blade at him. "I bet you're another one of those filthy demons.."

From Maalik to Terran

(vampires aren't a thing in my OC Verse so I like to think he'd confuse a vampire for a demon)

Tolaas had been chasing a ShadowDemon when he ended up here. Wherever in the hell 'here' was. He couldn't sense the 'Demon anywhere, which meant either the 'Demon got thrown out from the ShadowPortal somewhere else, or it wasn't in the general area.

And now he had to deal with this ass in front of him.

"Demon? Are ya fuckin' kiddin' me?" he asked, cocking his head and an eyebrow. He sgtared at him for a very long time. Then he opened his mouth to show his fangs. "I'mma Livin' Vampire, I ain't no demon.

He shook his head at the blaade being pointed at him. "Put that thing 'way 'afore ya get hurt," said and turned to scan outward in the area, trying to pick up the connection with the ShadowDemon. "I'm actually Huntin' a 'Demon. ShadowDemon. An' I don't need ta be dealin' with yer posterin' neither."

Tolaas picked a direction and started to head that way.

@noursocmulti

[kd-holloman]

Did I get carried away again? Sure did. Are there em dashes in this? Three of them to be exact!

Oh, Hell - Israfil

I know exactly where the pit goes. 

What I don’t know is who put it here or why. I need answers and I know who I need to speak with to get them. I really don’t want to. 

I stare into the gaping maw of earth and try to brainstorm any alternative to the option before me. My fingers itch to hold my sword, but I don’t have it with me. It wouldn’t take much for me to go get it, but I know having it in Hell will cause problems. 

I hop off my perch and safely on solid ground. I walk the edge of the pit, searching for more answers. I don’t want to get what lives in the pit involved unless I have to. 

It’s the middle of the day and even though we are deep in the forest, I can’t help but feel like it’s too quiet. It isn’t the type of silence that comes when the sun drops off the horizon and night covers the earth like a blanket. At night, the daytime creatures bed down to rest and other ecosystems of creatures come out to play. The stillness around the pit is the eerie feeling before a tornado appears on the horizon, the heartbreak of the forest after a devastating fire. 

Something crushes under my foot. I bend over and pick it up. It’s an empty container of salt. It only adds another layer of truth to Tabitha’s spell suspicion. It was probably some witches from the college that wanted to dabble in a little black magic to spice up their full moon night.

I make a disgusted sound and toss the salt container aside. It doesn’t give me enough of the answers I need. With a sigh I look over the edge of the pit. “Come out, you bastard. I know you can hear me.” 

I wait. Nothing

“I need to talk to you. Come up here.” My words echo down, down, down.

Still nothing. 

I give an exasperated sigh and kick a rock into the hole. I watch it tumble down until it vanishes in the blackness. I don’t ever hear it hit the bottom. “L—” 

I sense the demon an instant before he speaks. I whip around to see him. He looks like an elderly man with impeccable posture, stuffed in a finely tailored suit. He holds up the rock I kicked into the pit. It’s the size of a cantaloupe. “You dropped this?” 

I see through his old man facade. It’s merely an illusion. I can see the fire and brimstone shining in his eyes, the hulking smoke and ash being with horns made of bone, beneath it. I hold a hand up between us, palm facing him. I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to smite two demons less than twenty-four hours apart, but I’ll do what I have to in order to survive. “Where is —” 

“He says he’s not coming up here.” Maalik gives the rock in his hand a look and then tosses it over his shoulder. “He sent me to tell you that if you wish to speak with him, you must go to him directly.” 

My stomach drops. “I’m not going down there.” 

Maalik gives a dismissive shrug and heads toward the edge of the pit. “It must not be very important. You know where to find him.” With that he casually steps off the edge and disappears. 

I fold my arms and stare down the pit. I need answers. I can't go back to Magdalena with only partial answers. I don’t want to go into Hell, but I know I have to. With an annoyed sigh, I spread my wings and jump off the edge. 

When I land at the bottom, Maalik is waiting for me. He’s in his true form as Hell’s gatekeeper. He’s big, twice as tall as my mortal body. He’s not human shaped. Instead, he resembles the minotaurs in Greek mythology. He’s got a double-headed axe that’s blacker than the darkest shadows hefted over one shoulder. “I’m surprised you showed up. You’re not the bravest of the angels.” 

I give him an annoyed look. “And you’re not the smartest of demons, but it’s unkind to point out one’s flaws.” 

“Gentleman,” a female demon interrupts. She looks human, save for the needle-sharp teeth in her smile and the emptiness in her eye sockets. “Let’s pretend to be civil. Mr. Jones, you can follow me.” 

It’s been a millennia since I’ve been in Hell. The last time I’d been through, it had been with a platoon of my brethren in a minor dispute between Heaven and Hell. It had been what many modern depictions of Hell look like: fire, brimstone, chains, and cells. It looks nothing like that now. 

I stop at the entrance to the room. I turn around to look down the rocky tunnel we’d come through, but it’s gone. Behind me is a golden marble wall with no windows and heavy golden vault doors in the middle. Ahead of me is a massive casino floor. Marble pillars go up, up, up, and fade out of sight. Demons in suits deal cards at crowded tables, mortal souls play the slot machines, and take turns at massive roulette wheels. 

“Are you coming, Mr. Jones?” The demon asks. 

“Yeah, sorry.” 

We wade through a crowd standing at a table. A woman in a bloodstained dress lets out a despairing wail as the dealer hits her with another card. “Please, give me another chance!” She pleads. “I promise if you give me another chance I’ll do better!” 

“Sorry ma’am,” the dealer says. He doesn’t sound repentant. In fact, he seems like damning her is the best part of his day. “You knew the terms and conditions before we dealt the hand. You lost.” With a twitch of gloved fingers, he gestures to someone in the crowd. 

A bigger demon shoulders his way through and grabs the lady by the arms. 

“No!” She shrieks, trying to kick herself free as she’s dragged through the crowd, “Let me try again! Let me try again, please! I promise I’ll do better!” 

I watch as she disappears through the sea of souls crowding the casino floor. 

“Mr. Jones,” the demon says, turning around to look at me. Her forked tongue flicks impatiently. “The Boss is expecting you. He’ll be displeased if we keep him waiting.” 

I almost apologize again, but at the risk of sounding stupid, I don’t. I carefully maneuver around an intricately carved marble statue of a soul in anguish.“Right.” 

She leads me up a set of black iron stairs. The banister is serpent with golden scales and black embellishments. The jeweled eyes at the bottom of the stairs are ruby red, the fangs in its open mouth look dangerously sharp. I can’t deny that I’m impressed with the craftsmanship that it took to make it. 

At the top of the stairs, two suited demons stand guard at the door with their hands clasped loosely in front of them. 

“The angel Israfil is here to speak with The Boss,” my escort says. 

They stare at me for a long moment and then gesture for me to enter. 

I turn the diamond knob on the black door and step inside. All of the noise from the casino floor disappears instantly. It’s so quiet I become unsettled. 

There’s a large black leather wing-backed chair with its back to the door. It faces one of the walls of windows that look out over the casino floor. 

I hesitate to. I don’t know if my brother is going to beckon me forward or if I should approach him unprompted. 

I don’t have to wait long because the chair spins around. There’s a child lounging in it, legs over one arm of the chair, elbow propping his head up on the other. He doesn’t look to be any older than ten in mortal years. “How nice to see you again, little brother.” He gestures to the massive glass window in the adjacent wall. “Do you like what I’ve done with the place?” 

The words sound so strange coming from a child’s mouth. I have questions about the pit, but my entire walk across Hell’s casino floor and the grandiose nature of it all has me tongue-tied. “Isn’t it a bit much?” I ask. 

“I don’t think so. Then again, I’ve always been quite eccentric.” He stands up and walks toward me, hands stuffed in the pocket of his red sweatshirt. The closer he gets the colder it gets. It’s not like he’s radiating cold, rather he’s sucking the warmth from the air. “I have to admit, when I heard you were looking to speak with me I was shocked.” He passes behind me. I feel an icy finger trace along the base of my wings, right along its scar. “Then again, maybe not. You and I aren’t so different, after all.” 

I tense, teeth clenched. I’m ready for him to push down, to hurt me. “We’re not the same.” 

“Aren’t we?”

“No.” 

“I think you and I are more alike than you want to admit.” He gestures for me to stand next to him and turns to the window. “You and I were both shunned from Heaven. You fell down, down, down. It’s a hard fall, isn’t it?” 

I stare out over the casino floor. I grit my teeth but try to keep my face neutral. He’s a leech. If he knows he struck a vein he’ll keep burrowing until I bleed out. “We’re not alike.” 

“Sure we are! Both of us got kicked off of the team. That’s something we have in common. I wanted to lead a rebellion. You fell in love with one of dad’s science projects.” 

There it is, the vein. 

“Was she really that good in bed, Iz?” It sounds absolutely vulgar falling from his childish mouth. His finger presses harder the scars on my back. “Was she worth this?” 

The pain that shoots up my spine to the tips of my wings almost makes me fall to my knees. “Fuck you.” 

“Oh, that’s rude. I’m just a kid.” When he appears on my right side, he’s no longer a child. He’s a strikingly handsome man with a halo of golden hair and flawless skin. There’s not an ill crease or stray piece of lint to be found on his impeccable suit. He turns his hand over, revealing an apple. It’s so shiny I can almost see my reflection in the red skin. “Apple?” 

“No.”

"Suit yourself." He takes a bite and tosses it over his shoulder. I don’t hear it hit the floor. “Suit yourself. So, you think the casino is a bit much?” 

“I don’t understand it. Is all of Hell like this?” 

“This? No. Think of this as the lobby. Instead of designating an eternal punishment for each soul, they get to gamble to decide how they’re going to spend it.”

It seems like a lot of bells and whistles for no reason at all. 

“Not every soul makes the trip down. There are a few jackpot cards that get pulled everyday.” 

I glance from the casino floor to him. “What do you mean?” 

“A select few get to return to the mortal realm. Some get ten years, some get to live out the rest of their mortal lives.” 

I frown. “Do they remember it?” 

“Of course not.” 

“Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of Hell? Don’t you want to keep souls?” 

“It doesn’t have much of an impact on our numbers.” He must see the confusion in my expression because he says, “They’ll come back to me in the end. After all, the house always wins.” 

I now understand that the casino is some sort of sick entertainment for Lucifer. No matter what inkling of hope he gives the mortals, they’ll always end up back in his domain one way or another. It’s disgusting. 

“So, little brother, what makes me so fortunate to meet with the Heaven’s most recent fuck-up?” 

I give him an annoyed look. “What the Hell happened last night?”

“I see what you did there,” Lucifer replies with a smirk. “It looks like someone opened a gate.” 

“How?” 

He makes an I-don’t-know sound. “Whoever did it is an amateur. It wasn’t even open for half a second.” 

“So, you don’t know who did it?” 

He brushes the question away with a disinterested flick of his fingers. “I have an entire empire to run. I don’t pay attention to every witchling who wants a taste of demonic power.” 

“Do you think they were trying to do it on purpose?” 

He eyes me like he’s not entirely sure I’m not stupid. “Do people open gates to Hell on accident?” 

“I don’t know.” I sigh, scrubbing a hand down my face. “I don’t know. All I know is that two of yours got out last night.” 

“One of them got you, I see.” He clicks his tongue in a tsk-tsk sound. “Little bro, you’re getting sloppy aren’t you? Maybe if you spent less time running from —” 

“Don’t say it,” I growl. 

Lucifer’s mouth twists into a sharp smile. He’s more monster than the human shape he wears when he has that look. “I’m just saying that if you spent less time running away from the big boys upstairs, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” 

I glare at him, but it doesn’t have any impact. “You don’t know me.” 

“I know that there’s always a spot for you in Hell.” 

“That’s not going to happen.” 

“I’d give you a good position.” 

I flip him the bird. “Fuck off. I’ll figure it out on my own.” 

Lucifer’s eyes flash. They’re colder than the air around him. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to, Israfil. I could smite you right here and now. Do you know why I won’t?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He leans in close and hisses, “Because I’m going to enjoy hearing about how you eviscerate yourself each time you cut down a Nephilim; it’s tripping over your own sword and landing on the blade. One of these days it’s going to be too much for you to handle. When you’re ready to stop running from Heaven, you’ll know where to find me.”

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[ros-dls]

Some drawings of my Ocs in their genderbends 👏

[savageboar]

some extra ocs described as BDG quotes bc oh my god this man is a goldmine

Storm: "Have you ever though about the term 'boss' in a video game before? Those terrible enemies have the same title as the people you'll be working for for the rest of your life! what a silly coincidence!"

Tsukiko: "Where. Is. My. Sonic game with the quilting circles!"

Leonhardt: "Bullshit, I've never seen him cry!"

Malphas: "They will tell you when they're upset and also when your parents are gonna die."

Aegis: "Why the fuck is he a top!?"

Stolas: "No one has ever enjoyed writing OR reading an academic paper. Why would you put it in a video game!?"

Arshad: "Let Sonic cry over the loss of what could have been, SEGA, you COWARDS!"

Lucifer: "Humans are real squishy, really, if you think about it."

Aamon: "How dare you jettison my gift!"

Maalik: "Not even death can excuse you from service in Bowser's army."

[spaghettibastard]

- MAALIK -

Black-scale WYRM Inquisitor & Master torturer from the lower vibrations, he only preys on the weak/helpless and will usually flee from a challenge; more of a demonic parasite than a true dragon. MAALIK is addicted to the secretions of fear and pain from the human mind as they are literal drugs to his kind, he is far more adept at terrorizing and eating children than fighting warriors. Lizard coward.

Indomitability: 3 Clairvoyance: 8 Empathy: -5

FEED US / Blue Avian

[wrenreadsromance]

Of Moons and Monsters - Of Moons and Monsters #1 Author: Willow Hadley

Our human heroine Isla agrees to go to a party with Alistair, her half-demon best friend, to help him make his vampire ex-boyfriend jealous. Next minute Isla finds herself being kidnapped and sold on the supernatural black market. No worries, she isn't new to the world of supernatural creatures however when she finds herself in a completely different realm by the name of Briya where nobody speaks her language she starts to worry...just a little.  Turns out she’s been gifted to the four Guardians of Briya—Reule, Audun, Maalik, and Caelan who turn out to be shifters and of course its right before the Beast’s Moon and their expected to choose a mate.  Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Spice: 🌶🌶🌶

Alright I’m putting this straight into my top favourites of 2021.

This is my first of Willow Hadley's books and let me tell you I was not disappointed and cannot wait to read more of her works. It's action-packed with incredible world-building and the storyline was pretty unique in my opinion even with the mates who are fated to one another trope and the inclusion of a whole host of supernaturals we've seen often before (though the sexy shifters are rather unique!) And on that note, it's also a fast-ish burn so if you're here for the spice then you're in for a treat.

One part I absolutely loved was the way the author kept the communication barrier between our heroine and the four guardians throughout the whole book. I generally find that characters come across some way to overcome that quite quickly and suddenly it's a setback that is totally resolved in a matter of a few pages. In OM&M however, I love that it adds a whole other element to Isla’s relationship with the shifters. They still grow closer and don't let it hinder their relationship growth but they do have to work harder to understand what each other is saying, feeling, wanting etc.

There's a lot left unanswered in this book. In the beginning, we meet these characters who feel like they're going to play a key role and then we don't see them again for the entirety of the book. So I have a feeling this first book is setting up Isla's situation, her relationships with the shifters, her new life etc and then the next in the series we will see more action regarding her demon friend. Well I'm certainly crossing my fingers for that!

❔ Who is your favourite Guardian of Briya? It’s tough but think I’m going to have to choose Reule.

Available on KU.

[ros-doodles-reblogs]

Yeah i did this thing because I was bored and because I deleted the original post

Sooo...here is the most recent list of some of my characters and their relationship status, obviously I didn't add all my ocs, I just put the names of those ocs I usually draw

Key:

GREEN: single (Open to pair )

ORANGE:Single ( Undefined to pair: I can be picky....ask me though-)

PURPLE: Single but not Open to pair! (Don’t evern think about it-)

PINK: In love / Crushing on someone!

RED: Taken!

Angels

Yerathel Aureum

Mavet (Malach Hamavet)

Castiel IVangeli

Calliel IVangeli

Nuriel Lux

Sereda Hearts (Melody )

Mia hearts

Elohi Bellator

Ismelia Noctis

Enediel Dayaxa

Natalia de Obumbratio

Demons

Astartea Neo

Alexander

Gerion Shehvah

Keres Herisetra

Velvet Velrose

Redeca Inferno

Maalik Ignis

Xia Nova

Aysel Neo

Mitra Blanca

Sylene Cristali

Anthros

Ambar Jhones

Moka Burrell

Cocoa Van Ewen

Lucy Gastrell

Misaki Gastrell

Hazel Honey

Miyu Higurashi

Haruka Tachibana

Ji Yang Mi

Nozomi Himura

Donna Mykolaiv

Kendall Mykolaiv

Santiago Burrell

Marcello jhones

Alek O’Neil

Raffaello Collard

Bailey Valkov

Other species

Lumazi Eternelle

Anastasia Caelesti

Anael Caelesti

Sugar Eedevane

Taraneh

Astra Skadi

Icarus skadi

Calypso Skadi

My sonas :

Rose Cat

Vered Russo

[morningstarships]

karma’s a bitch - spn self-insert fic

WARNINGS: blood, torture, murder, religion, sex jokes. teeth pulling, fingernail pulling.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

Apollo Morningstar, child of Lucifer and ruler of Hell. They weren’t exactly a fan favorite up in Heaven. They’ve killed multiple angels for getting in their way. And they never actually faced repercussions. 

Until today.

They were getting ready for bed after a long day of work. Changed out of their suit and into a baggy shirt with boxers, hair brushed out, and teeth clean. And now it was time to relax with their loving boyfriend, Dean. 

As they left the kitchen with a glass of water, something felt off to them. They shrugged it off, sipping off the glass. A shuffle came from behind them, making them turn their head with a raised brow. Angels. Before they could snap their fingers to kill the feathered beings, the two angels wrapped a chain around their throat. The glass fell from their hand as they were forcefully transported from the bunker. 

Honestly, they didn’t expect this. They knew, eventually, that they’d have to face some pissed angels! But not now.

Apollo was amazed at the fact that the two lower class angels could even restrain them to begin with. The nephillim had been pinned to the wall of a pure white room, iron shackles digging into their pale skin. The two had scurried away, replaced with a new angel. Apollo’s eyes narrowed slightly, a smirk ghosting their face. 

“Interesting tactic. Jump me while I’m in my pajamas.” Apollo teased. The woman let out a scoff, arms crossed. 

“You won’t be laughing for long. Do you realize who I am?” 

“A pompous, feathered bitch?” Apollo mused.

“I am Sarathiel, one of seven Archangels. I’m the discipline angel.” She approached Apollo with a cold gaze. 

“Just say torture, babe. We both know you angels are no better than the demons I control.” Apollo’s smirk was replaced with a sneer. “Is this about those angels I killed?”

“They were my brothers and sisters. They were innocent.” Sarathiel hissed out. “You WILL pay for what you’ve done.” One of her hands wrapped around Apollo’s shirt, ripping it from their body. 

“Hey!” Apollo snapped. Their binder rested underneath, making Sarathiel chuckle.

“You, the Queen of Hell, hide what God gave you? Pathetic.” Her palm pressed against their stomach, mumbling something in Enochian. Pain flushed through Apollo’s body, focused in their spine. Their wings, which were a bright golden and white, spread from their back. 

“I don’t like gendered terms, toots. Not a girl, after all.” Apollo grit their teeth as the pain dissipated. “You pulled out my wings. Good job.”

“This is just the beginning.” Sarathiel smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She walked out of the room for a few moments, leaving Apollo to their thoughts. This was a bunch of bullshit. 

When Sarathiel came back in with a cart of all sorts of sharp objects and devices, Apollo’s heart beat a little bit faster. They refused to show weakness. 

“Now, let’s see... Where shall I begin?” The angel mused, hand hovering over each object. She finally settled on a pair of pliers and a mouth spreader. Apollo rose an eyebrow, but when she forced the spreader into their mouth, they realized what was about to go down. “Humans usually have one set of adult teeth, but I wonder how you’ll fare.”

Apollo couldn’t say anything as Sarathiel pulled down their face, shoving the pliers into their mouth and grasping at one of their side teeth. She hummed in content when Apollo’s eyes widened just a bit. 

The familiar metallic taste of blood filled their mouth as Sarathiel pulled as hard as she could. Their nose wrinkled at the pain, but they didn’t flinch outwardly. Sarathiel ripped another out after the first, dropping them on the cart. She undid the spreader and dropped that next to their teeth. Apollo gave Sarathiel a bloody-toothed grin.

“That made my private parts all moist. Do it again, Mommy.” Apollo uttered out. Sarathiel’s face became one of disgust as Apollo let out a loud cackle. 

“You disgusting creature!” Her voice pissed off Apollo. So haughty and pretentious. Apollo licked their teeth clean of the blood. The angel swiped up a thin silver blade, eyes narrowed. The blade was dug into their stomach, earning a slight hiss from the nephillim. Sarathiel smirked at this. Apollo couldn’t wait to rip her apart. 

“I hope you realize that my boyfriend will come looking for me.” Apollo’s voice was harsh, eyes narrowed and glowing dangerously. 

“Dean Winchester? I’m hardly scared of him.” Sarathiel rolled her eyes as she carved into their skin. 

“What if he gets my father after you?” Apollo had struck a nerve with that threat. Sarathiel’s movements halted. “All of you are scared of him. Cowards.” 

“Shut the hell up, abomination.” She thrust the blade into their thigh, turning on her heel. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Can’t wait.” Apollo grinned slightly, the angel walking out of the room.

Apollo didn’t sleep at all. How could they? 

By the time Sarathiel had come back, Apollo’s body was starting to hurt from the position they were stuck in. And, y’know, the...knife in their fucking thigh.

“Back for more?” Apollo’s voice was husky at this point, throat dry. “I gotta tell you, I’m more of a top than a bottom, but if you want to get -” Their joke was interuppted by Sarathiel suddenly ripping a chunk of their feathers from their wings. “Motherfucker!” 

“Silence your foolish jokes.” Sarathiel growled lowly. Oh, was someone cranky?

“Aww, did someone piss in your Cheerios?” Apollo stared at her through half-lidded eyes. Sarathiel said nothing, twisting the blade that still rested in their thigh. A hiss escaped their clenched teeth. 

“Why them?! They had done nothing wrong!” Sarathiel demanded as she pulled the blade from their thigh and allowed it to clatter to the ground. She was really upset over this, huh? “You killing them is comparable to me murdering your loved ones.”

Apollo licked their lips, pondering over this statement. Their eyebrows scrunched up as they opened their mouth to speak. However, they were stopped by Sarathiel punching them square in the face. A crack sounded throughout the room. That was gonna leave a mark.

“You wanna know why them?” Apollo spit blood onto the clean white floor, curling their lip into a sneer. Their nose was trickling blood. “I can name each one. Maalik was an asshole. He called me a mistake. Amitiel told me that my family didn’t love me. Dumah just caught me on a bad day. And the one with the pink bow...What was her name...?”

“Iaoel... Her name was Iaoel.” Sarathiel grabbed another chunk of feathers, slowly peeling them away with narrowed eyes. 

“Yes, her. She looked innocent, but she had killed hundreds of my demons. Now I don’t like demons. They’re expendable. But when you start delivering their hearts to my throne, I start to get a little pissed.” Apollo clenched their teeth as their wings began to throb with pain. 

“You’re a liar. Just like your father.” Sarathiel breathed out. She grabbed a cleaver from the cart, swinging it down into one of their wings. “Try flying now.” Apollo let out a sharp yelp. The angel went towards their clawed hand, switching out the cleaver with the pliers. She clamped down on their ring fingernail, ripping it off in one swift motion. 

“Shit!” Apollo swore loudly, staring up at the ceiling. “You dumb fucking cuN-” Sarathiel had picked up the cleaver again, lodging it into their chest. And Apollo let out a genuine scream. Their breathing was rapid once she went to another nail. 

But something had happened. An alarm blared through the entire room, forcing Sarathiel to let go of the pliers and rush out of the room. 

Apollo’s heart was beating in their ears, the alarm continuing to pound at their hearing. 

“Apollo!” Dean’s voice made them freeze, eyes widening. The door swung open, making Apollo let out a shaky sob. There stood the love of their life, his angel buddy, and his little brother. “Holy shit.” 

“Dean, hurry. The distraction won’t hold for much longer.” Castiel’s voice was urgent as Dean rushed towards the now crying nephillim. He grabbed the chains, undoing them from their body. Apollo fell into his arms, wings arched. 

“What the hell did they do to you?” Dean’s eyes were narrowed. Sarathiel appeared in the room with an angry growl. Apollo grabbed the cleaver before she could. They might’ve been broken down, but they would raise hell. They shoved Sarathiel into the wall and did the same Enochian spell that she had done to them.

“What are you--?” Sarathiel’s words were cut off when her wings appeared. The cleaver was slammed into the bone of her wing, forcing a scream from her. Apollo repeated the motion with the other wing, giving the angel a cruel smirk. 

“Try flying now.” Apollo’s eyes were filled with glee as they backed up, dropping the weapon and clinging to Dean’s arm. Castiel grabbed the three and teleported back to the bunker.

Dean was all over them once they were safe again, inspecting each mark that Sarathiel had left. 

“You’re not getting out of my sight for a while, got it? I thought I had lost you.” Dean held them close, peppering them in kisses. Sam grabbed the first aid kit, forcing them to sit. 

“Dean, I- I’m sorry. This was my fault.” Apollo admitted.

“No. It wasn’t.” Dean began to patch them up, tucking a piece of hair behind their pointed ears. “You don’t need to apologize. I love you.”

“I love you too, Dean.” Apollo’s eyes were filled with tears. 

Everything was going to be okay.

[tedrick]

Agnes De la Rosa = 12/7/2000, ☀️sagittarius 🌙leo ✨pisces, infp-t, age 18-22, she/her, bi

quiet, friendly, sensitive, thoughtful. taking a gap year, doesn’t know what she wants to do for college. works at a grocery store. likes sadgirl music. lives with her parents, but her dad “works a lot”. her mother is abusive. friends with josiah

Josiah Gray = 8/15/1998, ☀️leo 🌙aquarius ✨pisces, isfj-t , age 20-24, he/him, bi

serious, sad, kind, tired yet hopeful. graduated highschool and never went to college. wants to be a mechanic or some shit. works a lot of odd jobs, currently works at a grocery store. fights for money and is kinda good at it. friends with agnes, dating corinne. lives in a house owned by corinne’s dad. corinne is abusive. hasn’t spoken to his mom in over a year. his abusive dad died when he was in highschool. drinks too much, smokes too much, and abuses medication. listens to 90s rock and doesn’t have many hobbies.

Corinne Kelly = 10/20/1998, ☀️libra 🌙scorpio ✨capricorn, estj-a, age 20, she/her, straight

vain, mean, shallow, rude. a bitch. cosmetologist. josiah’s highschool girlfriend who he’s still with. total daddy’s girl who really gets whatever she wants. isn’t mean for any reason, she just fucking sucks. spends most of her time at work, likes to shop a lot, spends the rest of her time either accounting for her dad or tormenting josiah. abusive. really values her appearance.

Lucia Caro = 6/17/2001, ☀️gemini 🌙libra ✨pisces, enfp-a, age 19, she/her, bi

bubbly, outgoing, chaotic, friendly. instagram influencer. angel kin, angel complex, god complex, the works. obsessive and almost delusional after chisme’s influence. loves cute things. hobbies mostly just include social media stuff and pinterest diy things she thinks are cute. likes thrift-flipping. (lu-CHEE-uh)

Karma = she/it

angel of hurt/pain/revenge. the unholy entity within Lucia. whether it is an angel, demon, new, or ancient, is ambiguous. only desire is to wreak havoc. curiously has a great attitude about it.

Chisme = she/her, aro, estp-a

energetic, enthusiastic, impulsive, apathetic. demon who deives people to evil or death by gradually influencing their emotions to become more severe, leading to the person becoming more impulsive and less tied to reality. Considers this to be entertaining. Influencing Lucia, but never reveals herself. Generally has a great attitude about things, but her emotions are strong and the change quickly.

Edgar Graves = 11/28/1999, ☀️sagittarius 🌙scorpio ✨sagittarius, istj-t, age 20, he/him, gay

reserved, serious, lonely. idk what he goes to college for but he has no friends. after a bad party experience w and ouija board or some shit and ended up getting haunted by a fucking demon :(((. he’s so super depressed but he wont fuckin die and its annoying but he’s stubborn and values his little life.

Maalik = he/him, gay in denial, istp-a

sadistic, mean, cocky, confident, an asshole. mentally and psychologically torments and tortures, people to evil/death. currently doing so to edgar. he considers this to be fun, but doesn’t really care about the people whose souls he steals. when he’s rlly invested he will show himself. for some reason, though, Edgar never reacts?? and for some reason? Maalik has been holding back a little.. hm...

Prudence = they/she/he/it, aro, isfj-t

overly-cautious, nosy, timid, nervous. an angel that none of the other angels like because they’re lame. she hangs around with Chisme and Maalik even though they bully him but it doesn’t really mind. She kind of has a stick up her butt and has never been to earth, although he does hear a lot about it from Chisme and Maalik. Not especially powerful, but they don’t really do anything anyways. It’s not very proficient at it’s job (making sure people are careful), bc all it really comes across as is overthinking. People really get annoyed by this, and thats why they don’t do much anymore. hearing about what the demons do bums them out but they don’t really do anything about it.

Susannah Reid = 5/9/1999, ☀️taurus 🌙 aquarius ✨leo, infj-t, age 21 at death, she/her, bi

gentle, intelligent, naive, lonely. aerospace engineering student with no friends who just wants to feel close to someone. Goes out with Corbin for roughly 3 months before he kills her, then she becomes a vengeful spirit of raw anguish that hunts him down. Loved reading and researching, as well as singing quietly to herself

Corbin Wright = 4/12/1998, ☀️aries 🌙leo ✨ capricorn, istj-a, age 22, he/they, pan

manipulative, suave, amicable, ruthless. travels everywhere picking up new, lonely, unnoticable people to woo and date for a bit before he murders them. killed Susannah by drowning her. is familiar with Cecilia

Cecilia Ayers = 11/16/2000, scorpio, age 20, she/her, bi, istj-t

Fake, observant, volatile, calculating. Rich kid with daddy issues bc her dad wanted a son that he never got. Became a perfectionist overachiever to an obsessive degree. Has a large social circle but doesn’t care for any of the people who consider her a friend, her entire outward personality is fake. In realisy, she is very cold and uncaring. Spends all of her free time on work, until the wrong guy pushes her too far one night and she kills him. then another. then another... she notices Corbin putting the same moves on Susannah one day, who luckily goes to her college. Taking a passing interest in Susannah, she notices the changes caused by Corbin’s abuse until: Susannah goes missing. Now aware of Corbin’s action’s he is also aware of hers in a spy v spy situation.

Amber Little = 1/15/97, age 17 at death, she/her, straight, enfj-a

Art Andrews = 2/19/2000, pisces cusp, isfp-a, age 19, he/him, idk

Big puppy dog, amicable, goofy, easygoing. Arthur’s been through a lot thanks to his neglectful mother. Having been in foster care, then held back, he met Ben before going back into his mom’s custody. Ben was Art’s first real friend, since his school experience was mostly characterized by outbursts and fights. in hs, Art began self harming, smoking, doing drugs, and illegal activity with a seperate group. Ben eventually helps him out of this lifestyle, and he goes clean on everything but smoking, as well as getting into the occasional fight because of his past crowd. While he harbors a lot of hardships, he’s a genuinely nice and caring friend, and could become friends with probably anyone. Spends most of his time chilling with Ben, doesn’t have a knack for most things besides math.

Ben Luna = 12/19/2001, sagittarius, infj-t, age 18, he/him, gay

clever, considerate, anxious, stubborn. Ben was pretty lonely before he met Art, and doesn’t have too much of a social life. A straight-a student, Ben understands practically everything, and could be taught anything else. Bad relationship with his parents, because he refuses to not transition, and though he lives with them, they hardly interract. Has a pretty bad crush on Art, but he’ll probably never tell him. Thinks March is a bad influence ~_~. Spends a lot of his time gaming or doing things that stimulate him. prone to anxiety, yet very steadfast.

March Abbot = 3/15/2001, pisces, estp-a, age 18, he/him, bi

laid-back, arrogant, charming, sarcastic. Marcello rich boy with the worst daddy issues in the entire world. he doesn’t want to be like his dad, or run his construction company, or grow up to be anything like that stuck-up prick. likes to rebel as much as possible, usually by partying and picking up a lot of girls. took an interest in Art because he seemed like a delinquent. Spends most of his time fucking around any way he can that will keep him away from home. mostly dismissive of Ben since he seems like a dumb nerd.

Jude Keane = 1/12/2003, capricorn, infj-t age 18, he/him, bi

outgoing, expressive, reliable, thoughtful. finally moved out of house to go to college for idk, anthropology. beach boys and oldies in general enthusiast, influenced by his grandparents. even though his mother supported his transition financially, she had a general attitude of wanting him to “grow up” and “get real” about his life, causing him tons of self-doubt. meets Taylor at the record shop they work at and become friends.

Taylor Zamora = 4/9/2002, aries, age 19, enfj-a, they/them, pan

confident, insightful, mature, cool. Taylor’s the cool person who is too intimidating to talk to in the grocery store. they give the best advice and always take the time to listen and help their friends, but their past is pretty mysterious. loves to live in the moment bc they fear that they didn’t get the childhood that they should’ve.

Robyn Parry = 1/27/2003, aquarius, age 16, istp-t, she/her, lesbian

reserved, serious, intimidating, calm. Powerful gay energies. Robyn really likes drawing realism portraits and breaking the dress code. Other ppl don’t talk to her with the exception of Eden. despite the bullying she’s gotten for her unique freckles, she is very confident and self-assured

Eden Houghton = 8/21/2003, leo, age 16, esfp-a, she/her, lesbian

bright, optimistic, loving, sweet. Eden just transferred to the same all-girl school as Robyn, and meets her on the first day. People either love her or are rude to her, but she tries not to let it get her down. she loves being outside in nature, or doing anything that isn’t sitting around at home, but she has a passion for crafts to keep life interesting.

Cathy = 10/8/2002, libra, she/her, bi, enfp-a

my girlfriend

Keith Harlow = 9/14/1997, virgo, age 19, intj-t, he/him, gay

tired, irrate, paranoid, determined. his parents were killed by a monster when he was like, 9, and after years of shit life and trying to find the truth, he finally makes it back to the town where it happened, where he meets Ethan, who helps him uncover the mystery. unfortunately, he might be more monster than human himself at that point. nah thats not true, he’s just a poor boy. he does die uhh. he knows no hobbies, only the hunt

Ethan Wake = 10/30/1997, scorpio, age 18, infj-t he/him, gay

curious, patient, reserved, empathetic. moved to a small town with his parents for him to figure out college and them to go through their divorce. meets Keith and helps him with his investigation until keiths paranoia overcomes him. oh also he initiates the romantic relationship with keith and pierces his ears and everything. used to cut. gets shot (by keith). survives, forgets everything.

Christian Covett = 7/23/1996, leo cusp, age 26, entj-a he/him, pan

intelligent, unhinged, deceptive, upbeat. has a knack for morally ambiguous/deplorable scientific inquiries and experiments. upon finding Adrien, he captures him and uses him to try to figure out the secrets of holiness/divinity and shit. seems like a bubbly, if not weird dude in public due to his overly-cutesy demeanor and clothing. is actually very malicious, sadistic, and completely apathetic. can switch from smiling to evil in less than a second.

Adrien = he/him, aro, istp-t

deadpan, moody, introverted, resilient. a very weak angel who is on earth bc of a demotion. was captured by Christian and tortured for a while before eventually regaining his power and getting payback and escaping. Dresses like a clown

Hayden Voss = 6/21/2002, cancer cusp, age 19, istp-t, they/them, bi

stoic, quiet, loner, mysterious. has a shaky grasp of their own metallokinetic powers, which have the potential to be very very powerful. doesnt really talk to anybody about anything for any reason. hayden would much rather be alone than training, bc they hate feeling weak or dumb, and considers their lack of technique frustrating when they have to admit it

Tere Montoya = 3/24/2000, aries, age 21, esfj-a, they/them, pan

charismatic, athletic, fun-loving, hard-working. Firebrat has more energy than anyone else. literally. enhanced stamina leads to slower heart rate, considerable muscle and notable strength, an avg body temp of ~101 degrees, and extreme speed/agility/dexterity. they love to win, making them a natural at most sports, able to usually do very well at anything they try. prolific in hand-to-hand combat. usually stays awake for at least 48 hrs at a time. lovable and not too cocky, they make a pretty fun, if sometimes annoying, coach. they might (... and can) kill you with their extreme energy.

Callum Sorel = 10/27/2000, scorpio, age 17, intj-t, he/him, pan

shy, nervous, neurotic, fearful. callum lived his whole dang life being a cute lil meganerd in a small town who minded his own business until one day somehow he was attacked by a vampire (um. i think his town had a local cryptic grave that he came in contact with) and then he went on a fucking murderous rampage as he tried not to succumb to feralness!!! fuckin crazy!

Gossamer Glasgow = 4/22/2005, taurus, age 17, infp-t, gay

hopeless romantic, scaredy-cat, punk arachnophobe who went into a haunted house once because he thought it would be cool and badass but ruh roh spaghettios

Fathom Jackson = 5/17/????, taurus, 17 when he uhh, esfp-a, he/him, gay

cheerful, upbeat, naive boy who went missing a long time ago because he walked into the haunted house :/

Malady Lovelace = 1/16/196?, capricorn, 13 at death, esfp-a (alive), she/her, idk

missing under mysterious circumstances in the 70s. has become an extremely angry house ghost

Harvey Duran = 4/17/2004, aries, age 17, intj-t, he/him, gay

responsible, collected, positive yet cautious Normal Boy who has to wrangle his chaotic best friends, one of which he is hopelessly in love with.

Leo Vargas = 9/12/2003, virgo, age 18, enfp-a, he/him, gay

kind, extroverted, energetic and easygoing boy who really just wants to have fun and be happy with his friends. semi-cousins with josie idk

Josie Morisson = 3/22/2004, aries, age 17, esfp-a, she/her, lesbian

batshit insane criminally chaotic girl who just wants to watch the world burn, mess with Harvey, make Leo happy, and love her girlfriend.

Devon Banks = 5/26/2003, gemini, age 18, intp-a, they/she/he, lesbian

Josie’s chill and athletic long distance girlfriend who occasionally gets to come visit.

Tyler Everett = 1/6/2001, capricorn, age 20, intj-t, he/him, gay

eternally tired and stressed punk barista who finds himself as the babysitter for two anomalous beings. hardworking and blunt, yet patient and gentle when he needs to be.

Damion = he/they, pan, infp-t

anomalous humanoid being in the appearance of an ~16 year old early 2000s emo boy with too much energy and slightly unnerving features. super loud. never sleeps, never shuts up. origins are very unknown, which he is very insecure about.

Essie = she/her, idk she doesnt know, isfp-t

usually found crying, emotions always running at maximum capacity. sadness means sobbing, joy means happy tears, but she can’t find it in herself to be angry. very sedentary, never goes out, and probably looks much too strange to. doesn’t think much about her own origins, kind of is already emotional enough.

Dakota Herrera = 10/10/2003, libra, age 18, intj-t, they/them, pan

Lucille Bloom = 2/11/????, aquarius, 19 when uhhh, infp-t, she/her, pan

Eleanor Fay = 7/12/2003, cancer, age 18, estp-a, she/they, bi

Angel Murillo = 3/10/2002, pisces, age 14, infj-t, he/him, bi

Nicodemus Worth = 2/25/2001, pisces, age 15, intp-a, he/him, gay

Harlow Liu = 12/21/2003, capricorn, age 17, intp-t, they/he/she, pan

Ruby Lopez = 9/1/2003, virgo, age 18, enfp-a, she/her, lesbian

Rosario Vergara = 12/7/1999, scorpio, age 19, istj-t, she/they, bi

Misha Amato = 3/13/1999, pisces, age 20, intp-a, they/them, pan

Nadia Bell = 6/28/2009, cancer, age 23, intj-t, she/her, pan

Charlie = 10/31/2010, scorpio, age 22? idk, istj-t, they/any, pan

Guts = 12/27/????, capricorn, age idk 19?, esfp-a, he/they/it, pan

emo boy!!!

Antonio Gunner = ?/?/????, 30’s and un-aging, intp-t, he/him, pan

ranger, reborn, human? clown name is “Tarnation”

Alarick = ?/?/????, 30’s and un-aging, esfp-t, he/him, gay

dhampir by birth, sorcerer maybe

Dahlia Gunner = ?/?/????, 31, istj-a, she/her, lesbian

human ranger(?), clown name Belladonna, not related to Antonio

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

The Ranks of Angels And Demons (And Other)*Edited*

I was doing a little research and here is what I found,

(like Seraphim, Ophanim, Virtue, Archangel, Angel and Fallen Angel)

Heaven Domain:

Highest Order:

Seraphim

Cherubim

Thrones

Middle Order:

Dominions

Virtues

Powers

Lowest Order:

Principalities

Archangels

Angels

*Archangel(Part of The Lowest Order):

Michael, Guardian of The Orthodox Faith & Fighter Against Heresies, Chief of Angels.(Mortality: Adam)

Gabriel, Herald of The Mysteries of God.(Mortality: Noah)

Raphael, Angel of Healing and Healers.

Uriel, Archangel of Wisdom & Philosophical Illumination.

Selaphiel, Patron of Saint of Prayer and Worship.

Jegudiel, Patron of all who work in some field of Endeavor.

Barachiel, Angel of Blessings, Works To Announce and Deliver God's Blessing To People(Leads The Guardian Angels, That Works Closely With Humans.)

Jerahmeel, helps cultivate our psychic and spiritual abilities by bringing in a sense of inner clarity. and helps interpret angelic messages in our dreams.(and to fine-tune ourselves to the frequency of God)

Suriel, Angel of Healing, Wisdom and Death.

Zadkiel, Archangel of Freedom, Benevolence & mercy and patron Angel of all who forgive.

Selaphiel, The Angel of Repentance.

Ananiel, Angelic Guard of The Gates of The South Wind

Phanuel, Angel of Peace(Part of Angels of Great Counsel)

Raguel, Archangel of Justice, Fairness, Harmony, Vengeance and Redemption.

Remiel, Archangel of Hope (Guides The Souls of The Faithful Into Heaven)

Chamuel, Archangel of Strength, Courage And War.

Jophiel, she is The Archangel of Wisdom, Understanding, And Judgment.

Azrael, Angel of Death.

Metatron, Angel of Life.(Mortality Before Becoming Metatron: Enoch)

Maalik, Angel of Fire/Hell.

Ridwan, Angel of Paradise/Heaven.

Samuel, Archangel of Harmonious Relationships.*

Hell Domain: 

*First Hiararchy:

Beelzebub

Leviathan

Asmodeus

Berith

Astaroth

Verrine

Gressil

Soneillon*

*Second Hierarchy:

Carreau

Oeillet

Rosier

Belias*

*Third Hierarchy

Verrier

Olivier

Luvart*

*Princes:

Beelzebub, Supreme Chief of The Empire of Hell.(Founder of The Order of The Fly)

Satan, Prince Dethroned & Chief of The Opposition Party.

Eurynome, Prince of Death.(Grand Cross of The Order of The Fly)

Moloch, Prince of The Country of Tears.(Grand Cross of The Order)

Pluton, Prince of Fire.(Grand Cross of The Order & Governor of The Regions in Flames)

Pan, Prince of Incubi.

Lilith, Princess of Succubi.

Leonard, The Great Lord of The Sabbath(Knight of The Fly)

Balberith, Lord of Alliances.

Proserpina, Princess of Evil Spirits.*

*Ministers of Office:

Adrammelech, Grand Chancellor (Grand Cross of Order of The Fly.)

Ashtaroth, General Treasurer (Knight of The Fly)

Nergal, Chief of The Secret Police.

Baal, Commander in Chief of The Armies of Hell.(Grand Cross The Order of The Fly)

Leviathan, Grand Admiral.(Knight of The Fly)*

*Ambassadors:

Belfegor

Mammon

Belial

Rimmon

Thamuz

Hutgin

Martinet*

*Justice:

Lucifer, Chief of injustice (Knight of The Fly)

Alastor, Executor of His Sentences.*

*House of The Princes:

Verdelet, Master of Ceremonies.

Succor Benoth, Chief of The Eunuchs of The Seraglio.

Chamos, Grand Chambelain (Knight of The Fly)

Melchom, Payer Treasurer.

Nisroch, Chief of The Kitchen.

Behemoth, Chief Cup-bearer.

Dagon, Grand Pantler.(or is it Planter...?)

Mullin, First Valet.*

*Secret Expenses:

Robals, Director of Theaters.

Asmodeus, Superintendent of The Gambling Houses.

Nybbas, Grand Buffoon.

Antichrist, Charlatan & Necromancer.*

*Archdemon:

Lucifer, Pride

Beelzebub, Gluttony

Satan (or known as Sathanas), Wrath

Leviathan, Envy

Mammon, Greed

Belphegor, Sloth

Asmodeus, Lust *

and now we go to the whole Female Archangels,

*Female Archangels/Archeia:

Magdalena, The Lady Mercy (Counterpart Azrael)

Seraphina, The Lady Charity(Counterpart Chamuel)

Annunciata, The Lady Hope(Counterpart Gabriel)

Maryllisa, The Lady Radiant(Counterpart Haniel)

Lucida/Christine, The Lady Clarity(Counterpart Jophiel)

Sophia, The Lady Constance(Counterpart Metatron)

Mikaela, The Lady Faith(Counterpart Michael)

Mareia, The Lady Virtue(Counterpart Raphael)

Shekhinah, The Lady Patience(Counterpart Sandalphon)

Amethystia, The Lady Purity (Counderpart Zadkiel)

Aurora, The Lady Grace (Counterpart Uriel)

Okina, The Lady Liberty (Counterpart Zaphkiel)

Jochara, The Lady Victory(Counterpart Raziel)

My Theory of Fallen Archeia:

Lilith, The Lady of Independence.*

oh yeah, need to mention another Archangel:

Samael, who is suppose to be both good and evil...

and is known as one of the seven archangels...

and who was suppose to be married to Lilith, after she left Adam.

there is the possibility that he is The Father of Cain,

and if it is true what Samael did to Eve......I still want to punch him in the face.

I want to punch him for two reasons, if I was able to I would punch him:

One, For The Possibility if it is True that he Assaulted Eve.

and Two, because of his part of Cain....

it’s bad enough that some believe that just because someone is a Descendant of Cain, that means they are Evil, but that isn’t true at all.

I mean it just doesn’t seem right, I mean one of the most earlier Descendants of Cain, Married and Had Children With Noah.

I still don’t agree with the actions of Noah, who decided to punish his own Grandson for something Noah’s Son did.

plus it is possible when Lilith when she ran away from Adam,

when she mention about how she makes children sick

it might have to do with some of her children with Adam

coming out as Stillborn.....that is a theory, no one has to agree with me.

it is possible that Lilith did fall because of the hurtful and abusive treatments from Adam.....that fight they had was because of “Intimacy”

and no one has to agree about my theory, that before Lilith became Adam’s first wife, she was possibility a Archeia known as “Lilith, The Lady of Independence”

and well technically Angels are suppose to have no gender

or something like unisex type gender

but it might be possible they do have gender identities they refer to themselves in both physical and emotional level.

(if they are able to have children still with even Humans, it  might be different from how Asari from Mass Effect have children with other Races.)

*Hybrids:

Nephilim (Offspring of Sons of God & Daughters of Men)/(Angel & Human Offspring)

Cambion (Offspring of Demons & Humans)

Earth Angel(it is possible that Earth Angels, are technically Hybrids, they are born from a Human Father & Mother, but still were type of Angels that are able to be born in Human Form and are Sensitive To Negative Energy That May or May Not Cause Them Seizures.)*    

and if it’s okay to talk about it, I am starting to wonder if I might of had a encounter with a incubus during maybe around 2019 or 2018.

I can’t really remember which year

(I will need to check one of my journals to see)

but yeah anyway I wont go into too deep detail.

but I remember in my dream, it was really dark

then I felt something that felt really Real

and it scared me awake.

I get that dreams can hold some form of feeling real at times.

but that was like, TOO REAL.

and even if the feeling had just started, like only for a brief moment, it was enough to scare me awake.

when I first talked about something scaring me awake because of how real it felt

I didn’t mention in the journal where I first talked about it, that it was something really embarrassing, and I rather not say what it was.

I am still a virgin, and I rather not be dream assaulted.

I guess I never really considered that it could be possible that the reason why that dream, even if it was short and really dark and couldn’t see anything.

felt too real, was because it could of been a Incubus.

who ended up scaring me awake.

in some dreams you aren’t really aware, but in that dream which was in a place where I couldn’t see and it being really dark.

I think I was aware, and it was this awareness that ended up with me feeling something too real that ended up scaring me awake.

I do have a idea as to how to keep myself safe from Incubus.

I will need to do some research on some type of charms that I can use when I go to sleep, that I can keep close by in case something like that were to happen again.

but hopefully it wont.

and to change the subject

if Christ and Antichrist, are suppose to fight each other

it makes me wonder if there is a type of third party,

that would stop them from doing so, like being a creation of The Goddess.

I still believe in God, but like I said before, I started to believe in Goddess too.

and it would make sense that the women who were fighting for equal rights and the right to vote, was given the encouragement by The Goddess.

and given the information of those who have a right to vote after the women won.

it never says that those who have a right to vote

has to be “Male” or “Female”, so technically it means both Binary and Non-Binary can vote.....figured out the loophole there, I’m sure some already figured out that loophole before I did.

some might think that I shouldn’t feel the way I do

regarding wanting to punch Samael, but if he really is the Father of Cain.

then I still want to punch him in the face.

thinking of it like trying to understand how Raven from Teen Titans

or Marceline The Vampire Queen from Adventure Time

or Amethyst from Steven Universe felt.

Raven is a Cambion, who needs to try to control her emotions and not let her darker emotions take control.

and who her dad is, might make her feel terrible about her very existence.

Marceline wasn’t really a Vampire at first, she started out as a Cambion having a Human Mother and a Demon Father.

and if she hadn’t got bitten and became a vampire, she would of became a old lady but possibility still had a long lifespan.

Amethyst, was a Gem that was made in one of the Earth’s Gem Kindergartens.

before she started to feel better about herself, she felt awful, and hated herself.

seeing herself as a parasite, all the negative feelings of her creation hurt her deeply.

regarding herself as a “Mistake” and she even says so herself

that she “Never Asked To Be Made”

those who are Descendants of Cain didn’t ask to be made either

the ones that are still around and are descendants of Noah as well.

shouldn’t be made to feel bad about their existence.

and what type of person they are, shouldn’t be blamed upon by them being descendants of Cain.

and I know some might not agree with it, but I still believe there is some form of corruption in the Christianity.

even though there are still some good people that are Christians.

what happen during histories past, prove there is some bad stuff that has to do with how some converting is done in the wrong way, one of those ways has to do with how some people converted those who are Native American.

I have Native American heritage, and well there are some other mix heritage I have too.

I had found out that I have some Jewish heritage too.

and there is that other heritage that has to do with King Solomon.

I guess it would be okay to say this and not be cryptic about it.

but I had found out that King Solomon is my Ancestor.

well to be more correct

King Solomon & Naamah The Amonite are my Ancestors.

as well as their son who was named Rehoboam.

I still think the ring that King Solomon had, that was suppose the power to control demons. and if it still has power, while it is put away somewhere.

it would be best that such a ring is put in a box and put some kind of seal on it.

let’s hope that none of the power in that ring was adsorb by Solomon’s body.

anyway the “Archeia” I had mentioned that are apparently counterparts of some of the Archangels.

the info about them say that those Archeia, are the Twin Flames of the Archangels they are counterparts of.

and I guess it could be possible that Lilith and Samael are Twin Flames.

that is just theory of course, no one has to agree with me on that.

I do have another theory

that has to do with Lady Godiva (who is my Ancestor Too)

and Mary Magdalene (Wife of Jesus)

being Holy Maidens.

well them and a few others.

I still think that both Cain and Abel were in the wrong, and they should of been better brothers that understood each other’s feelings more

and should of HUGGED IT OUT.

even if they may have turned out to be half brothers, at least some half siblings or full siblings today, have better relationships.

I still think the info that shows what Abel said to Cain and accusing him for having no love for god.

could show some form of arrogance and insensitivity in Abel.

it wasn’t right for Cain to kill Abel, but it was not right for Abel to be full of arrogance and being insensitive to Cain.

in theory, if Abel had comfort Cain and tried to calm his anger and any form of negative feelings. then perhaps they could of been better brothers, and Abel would not eventually be killed by Cain.

some might think that only Cain was in the wrong

but I have started to believe that both Cain and Abel were in the wrong.

no one has to agree with me on that.

but I really believe that they were both in the wrong.

just like the whole “those who are left handed being sinners”

I’m right handed, and even I know that is bull.....

it doesn’t matter what hand you use to write with, a sinner can be right or left handed or use both.

that is one of the signs that there is corruption in Christianity.

the other sign being how in the history of forced converting on threaten someone’s life.

or like that whole lady who thought Sans The Skeleton was the work of the Devil, no lady that ain’t true, your just being prejudice.

some might think that she has a right to her opinion, which that would be true if it weren’t for the fact that she crossed a line where her opinion can not be respected or viewed as right or pure.

no one has to agree with me on knowing that truth, but it is good to know that some will know what her view on Sans, was both corrupted and prejudice.

at least not all Christians are like that, and I like Sans and Papyrus.

and just because they are Fictional Characters that are made to be Skeleton Monsters, don’t mean they are “Monsters” in the sense which means they have done evil actions.

yeah the monsters in Undertale, have done actions that could still be considered evil but they didn’t do them in malicious type of way.

they were wrongfully imprisoned by Humanity.

the monsters of Undertale could be seen as “Humans”

they show human emotions.

in theory, it could be possible that the monsters in Undertale (and in Deltarune) 

could be Mutated Humans who had evolved from overexposure to magic during the “Cave Man Days” and the Humans that weren’t, are still referred to as “Human” while the Magical Overexposure Mutated Humans, are referred to as “Monsters”

so yeah I’m saying that the Monsters in Undertale/Deltarune

are possibility descendants of the Humans that evolved and transformed into “Monsters” because of a overexposure of magic.

I’m seeing that as Headcanon.

and it might be possible that Kris is Biologically Asgore and Toriel’s child

and they were just born “Human” because it might prove that some traces of the Non-Mutated Human Genes, is still within the Monsters.

and could result in a Human Baby being born in some Monster Families.

it might skip some generations, but if I had to explain it in another way.

it be like a married monster couple are expecting a child and are very faithful to each other and never cheated.

but when their child is born, they don’t look like a monster or look like them at all, the child they have looks like a Human.

then the monster couple find out the reason why this happen, was because of the whole Modern Monsters and Modern Humans, are both Descendants of Ancient Humans, that broke into Two Groups.

one being overexposed by a powerful magic that would slightly rewrite them and transform them into what is known as “monsters”

and the other humans, would possibility still have magic but not have been overexposed and transformed into “monsters” like the other Ancient Humans in Undertale/Deltarune.

so that makes me believe that Kris from Deltarune

is the biological child of Asgore and Toriel

and is biological younger siblings of Asriel in Deltarune.

anyway I will sign back on later, but right now I need to grab something to eat.

oh and guess what? it turns out that Moxxie from Helluva Boss and Zim from Invader Zim, DO SHARE THE SAME VOICE ACTOR.

it made me so happy to find that out, I had did a fan art about it.

I hope that there will be a new series of Invader Zim

perhaps it would be best if it was only shown on Netflix.

cause you know how Nickelodeon is...it’s still good, but there are some things about it that can become unfair at times.

anyway gonna go grab some food now.

see ya later and stay safe everybody. 

PS:

I notice I had made a mistake, of course I didn’t notice this until hours later...but yeah I had mistakenly classified The Archangels as The Middle Order, when really they are part of the Lowest Order.

and even though this post was only suppose to talk about the whole rank thing, I did end up talking about some other stuff too that was really off topic, like with that theory about the monsters and humans from Undertale and Deltarune.

or like that nightmare I had that end up scaring me awake.

I only signed back in, to fix the mistake I did on this.

and if I have to try to explain again about the whole ring of Solomon, needing to put away, I will.

you see, I think that ring might of corrupted him.

and if that is true, that he fell from grace.

then it might be because the power got into his head

and it corrupted him, so if that ring is in a museum or wherever it is.

or like it is still lost and not found at all yet.

then it should be placed in a box with some kind of seals around it.

and never be open again, because it is dangerous, even in mortal hands.

the other option I thought of, was the whole destroying that ring.

but that might be a bad idea, so just locking it away in a box that can suppress the ring’s power, could be the best thing.

anyway like I said I only signed back on here to fix the mistakes I didn’t catch until now.

I’m sleepy now, so I’m going to go now.

oh one more thing, I really hope some of you understand my feelings of noticing there being some corruption in the Christianity.

even though there are still some good people in there, but there are still some others that have a twisted view, like that lady who had that prejudice view of Sans. I mean not all fans or other people have to like Sans, but the way she disliked him was....

not good and it puts a bad image in the Christian Religion.

sorry, I should just call this whole post and the editing of it, finished.

so see ya and once more, stay safe everybody.

(and sorry for some Grammar Errors...)     

[kd-holloman]

Oh, Hell — Israfil

“Come out, you bastard. I know you can hear me.” 

I wait. Nothing

“I need to talk to you. Come up here.” My words echo down, down, down.

Still nothing. 

I give an exasperated sigh and kick a rock into the hole. I watch it tumble down until it vanishes in the blackness. I don’t ever hear it hit the bottom. “L—” 

I sense the demon an instant before he speaks. I whip around to see him. He looks like an elderly man with impeccable posture, stuffed in a finely tailored suit. He holds up the rock I kicked into the pit. It’s the size of a cantaloupe. “You dropped this?” 

I see through his old man facade. It’s merely an illusion. I can see the fire and brimstone shining in his eyes, the hulking smoke and ash being with horns made of bone, beneath it. I hold a hand up between us, palm facing him. I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to smite two demons less than twenty-four hours apart, but I’ll do what I have to in order to survive. “Where is —” 

“He says he’s not coming up here.” Maalik gives the rock in his hand a look and then tosses it over his shoulder. “He sent me to tell you that if you wish to speak with him, you must go to him directly.” 

My stomach drops. “I’m not going down there.” 

Maalik gives a dismissive shrug and heads toward the edge of the pit. “It must not be very important. You know where to find him.” With that he casually steps off the edge and disappears. 

I fold my arms and stare down the pit. I need answers. I can't go back to Magdalena with only partial answers. I don’t want to go into Hell, but I know I have to. With an annoyed sigh, I spread my wings and jump off the edge. 

When I land at the bottom, Maalik is waiting for me. He’s in his true form as Hell’s gatekeeper. He’s big, twice as tall as my mortal body. He’s not human shaped. Instead, he resembles the minotaurs in Greek mythology. He’s got a double-headed axe that’s blacker than the darkest shadows hefted over one shoulder. “I’m surprised you showed up. You’re not the bravest of the angels.” 

I give him an annoyed look. “And you’re not the smartest of demons, but it’s unkind to point out one’s flaws.” 

“Gentleman,” a female demon interrupts. She looks human, save for the needle-sharp teeth in her smile and the emptiness in her eye sockets. “Let’s pretend to be civil. Mr. Jones, you can follow me.” 

It’s been a millennia since I’ve been in Hell. The last time I’d been through, it had been with a platoon of my brethren in a minor dispute between Heaven and Hell. It had been what many modern depictions of Hell look like: fire, brimstone, chains, and cells. It looks nothing like that now. 

I stop at the entrance to the room. I turn around to look down the rocky tunnel we’d come through, but it’s gone. Behind me is a golden marble wall with no windows and heavy golden vault doors in the middle. Ahead of me is a massive casino floor. Marble pillars go up, up, up, and fade out of sight. Demons in suits deal cards at crowded tables, mortal souls play the slot machines, and take turns at massive roulette wheels. 

“Are you coming, Mr. Jones?” The demon asks. 

“Yeah, sorry.” 

We wade through a crowd standing at a table. A woman in a bloodstained dress lets out a despairing wail as the dealer hits her with another card. “Please, give me another chance!” She pleads. “I promise if you give me another chance I’ll do better!” 

“Sorry ma’am,” the dealer says. He doesn’t sound repentant. In fact, he seems like damning her is the best part of his day. “You knew the terms and conditions before we dealt the hand. You lost.” With a twitch of gloved fingers, he gestures to someone in the crowd. 

A bigger demon shoulders his way through and grabs the lady by the arms. 

“No!” She shrieks, trying to kick herself free as she’s dragged through the crowd, “Let me try again! Let me try again, please! I promise I’ll do better!” 

I watch as she disappears through the sea of souls crowding the casino floor. 

“Mr. Jones,” the demon says, turning around to look at me. Her forked tongue flicks impatiently. “The Boss is expecting you. He’ll be displeased if we keep him waiting.” 

I almost apologize again, but at the risk of sounding stupid, I don’t. I carefully maneuver around an intricately carved marble statue of a soul in anguish.“Right.” 

She leads me up a set of black iron stairs. The banister is serpent with golden scales and black embellishments. The jeweled eyes at the bottom of the stairs are ruby red, the fangs in its open mouth look dangerously sharp. I can’t deny that I’m impressed with the craftsmanship that it took to make it. 

At the top of the stairs, two suited demons stand guard at the door with their hands clasped loosely in front of them. 

“The angel Israfil is here to speak with The Boss,” my escort says. 

They stare at me for a long moment and then gesture for me to enter. 

I turn the diamond knob on the black door and step inside. All of the noise from the casino floor disappears instantly. It’s so quiet I become unsettled. 

There’s a large black leather wingback chair with its back to the door. It faces one of the walls of windows that look out over the casino floor. 

I hesitate to. I don’t know if my brother is going to beckon me forward or if I should approach him unprompted. 

I don’t have to wait long because the chair spins around. There’s a child lounging in it, legs over one arm of the chair, elbow propping his head up on the other. He doesn’t look to be any older than ten in mortal years. “How nice to see you again, little brother.” He gestures to the massive glass window in the adjacent wall. “Do you like what I’ve done with the place?” 

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[ros-dls]

Maalik--- I had too??

Maalik: “unfortunately I will have to refuse, I don't want to be unfaithful to my girlfriend~”

(Ahshshhshdgs hecanbeflirtatiousbutheisveryloyaltohisgirlfriend👀👀👀👀)