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inevitably-ineffable-husbands · 1 year ago

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Crowley's Past: Was He Archangel Camael?

With S2 now having been out for a few weeks, and the theories running wild, I think one of the unanimous beliefs within the fandom is that Crowley was SOME sort of Important Angel Before™. I touch upon the MANY clues in the various parts of my initial GOS2 Thoughts Meta, so I won't go into too many of those here, but inevitably this separate meta started out as the pulling-and-expanding-upon of the Archangel Crowley theory, primarily the "Raphael" theory, since I have loved that theory to bits since its inception early post-S1.

That was until my friend Peter finished watching the season early last week, and presented to me an alternative theory as to Crowley's identity that I thought deserved its own post breakdown, since I haven't seen this theory before.

NOW, I should make it clear I haven't been as DEEP in the fandom as many of y'all since S1 aired, so it's probably come up before S2 as just a light mention, but I personally haven't seen anything, so what follows is a joint speculation between my real-life, not-in-GO-fandom-spaces-whatsoever friend Peter, and myself, with my contributions being the expansion of his theory and linking it to what we already know.

The theory is this: Crowley might actually be Archangel Camael.

Please, PLEASE note that I am aware that authors and writers change things for creative liberty and originality, so please take this entire theory with a grain of salt (or go nuts with me, I'm happy either way!).

I'll TRY to keep this concise, but y'all know me. You can skip right to the "Conclusion" for a point-by-point breakdown if you don't want to read everything, but I hope you'll at least give me a chance to explain within the body of this meta.

I apologize in advance if any of my thoughts are a bit scattered. Here we go:

The Initial Text

Here is the initial text Peter sent to me after he finished watching S2 (and this was after I mentioned that the popular running fandom theory is that he's actually Raphael):

Okay… well - disclaimer I did not go to religious school and my biblical studies were a great many years ago. As I recall Lucifer was not one of the 7 archangels - he was meant to be but he rebelled before he was appointed (and there is some wiggle for a fictional story). So, based on what we have seen Crowley was one of the 7 but he hung out with the wrong people and asked too many questions. He never says his real name when we see him as an angel it is comically dodged - for a good reason. Crowley has a login and proves he had clearance way above a level 37th angel. He can see the top most important meetings… like he may have been allowed to attend in a previous life… And one line sticks out to me “one fallen prince has already gone to Hell. Two shows a problem.” As I stated Lucifer was not a Prince - we are not talking about him. Gabriel was banking on going to Hell like his “brother” - I’m guessing Camael, the one who Sees God - who ironically has cursed eyes now as a demon - the Prince of Fortitude (also Love and Charity). He often breaks his demonic spirit in cases of charitable needs or love. Crowley is one of the big Seven to be entrusted with creating the cosmos ;)

Naturally, this had a lot of things click for me, and I'm going to break them down below, with my additional research into the points that Peter made since he mentioned that he was going off memory.

Who Was Cameal?

When Peter mentioned this angel, it boggled my mind that I never actually recall knowing of this archangel. I went to a Roman Catholic school up until Grade 12, and with that comes Religious Ed classes, which also feature World Religions in the later grades. Funnily enough, I found out WHY I never heard of Camael:

Camael is not recognized by the Catholic Church due to the Vatican's decision to ban the veneration of angels not mentioned in the Bible [SOURCE]

Kind of explains why I only heard of Gabriel, Michael, and Raphael (which now adds another layer to a theory I will cover further down in "Does Crowley Remember?"), then.

Reading further:

[He] is the Archangel of strength, courage and war in Christian and Jewish mythology and angelology. [SOURCE] He is claimed to be the leader of the forces that expelled Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden holding a flaming sword. However, in iconography he is often depicted holding a cup. [SOURCE]

A Flaming Sword, you say??? Interesting. Here's a good place to point out that there IS also a theory that Crowley and Aziraphale are one single archangel that was split into two (and Gaiman has stated that in original drafts of the original book, they were at first one character, so this fact might be an afterthought of that original idea). Also, interesting that this angel is depicted with a cup, traditionally used in Christianity to depict wine, which is Crowley's drink-of-choice. So, there's that.

Another standout point for me is the Adam and Eve bit (which I bolded above). The Snake of Eden is TECHNICALLY the instigator (the "leader") who encouraged the expulsion of Adam and Eve from the Garden. "Forces" in this reading of it could be the metaphorical definition of it; the knowledge of good and evil, and the desire to see beyond the Garden. AND also the Flaming Sword itself BEING the object of force given to the couple for protection.

Furthermore, Crowley's a strong and brave character, given all the shit he endures time and time again. Strength (and bravery for that matter) can mean many things: emotional strength, physical strength, possibly also a strength of character and an unwavering belief in the values one holds dear. I should also note that it's interesting that an angel of war, should Crowley indeed be this character, wants nothing to do with a war and is actively trying to stop one: an angel of War can absolutely NOT want a war, because he knows it's wrong.

And without the Angel of War up in Heaven to PREVENT any war at all? Well, they would just get all willy-nilly crazy on the idea of War without having any pushback on it, wouldn't they?

Kind of like how Gabriel was to be demoted (cast out) for denying Heaven a War. Funny old world, isn't it? Seems the parallels write themselves.

What's in a Name?

Because Peter mentioned the name meaning, I had to look into it myself, and indeed, one of the various meanings of Camael is apparently "he who sees God" in Hebrew.

As Peter stated above, I think this is very significant because it's seemingly only Crowley who has "demon" eyes that he himself cannot change. It's the ONLY part of him that always remains a constant, and why he is forced to hide them. We know from S1 and bits of S2 with Shax that other demons can change their eyes because we see them mimicking other humans time and again without the black eyes if they choose to.

Crowley's eyes could have been cursed specifically because was ordained as "the one who sees God" and possibly was the ONLY angel who ever "saw" a physical God in the literal sense (it's implied in the show that no one actually SEES a physical god). It's possible that Crowley being cast out literally burned his angelic eyes and left a visible scar that can't be fixed or erased – a forever-reminder of what he did and can no longer do. AND as the one who sees God, he indeed was a very high-ranking angel.

In the GO universe, I suspect he was indeed the FIRST Supreme Archangel, tasked with creating God's Vision (HAH) of the Universe. And when Crowley questioned what the point of creating such beauty was only for it to be destroyed, God (or, I suspect more likely, the other Angels) saw it as Crowley questioning their "vision" in the metaphorical sense.

Does Crowley Remember?

In light of Season 2, and some interesting exchanges and moments of Crowley with other angels, some people speculate (and as I watch the series more, I'm starting to also agree somewhat) that Crowley may not remember everything from Before.

Now, while I do like this theory a lot, and it makes sense with the context clues from S2, I don't think it's that he doesn't remember anything at all, however, as many versions of the theory postulates.

My speculation is this: what if, by having his Angelic Name removed from recognition in the Bible, and going through a similar Trial to Gabriel, THEN by Falling the traditional way, the memories are still there, but they're just a bit fuzzy and scattered? It could also explain why some of the other Archangels DON'T remember him... he was removed from the memories of other ranking angels (Saraqael is the only angel to seemingly remember who Crowley was, so I postulate that she WASN'T a top angel until fairly recently, because of the named angels in the next section).

The show brings up the Book of Life in S2 on several occasions, leaving me to believe that this will be an important item in the next season. What if the phrase "it will make it like you don't exist" literally means "don't exist in memories"? Maybe a Book of Life 1.0 existed at one time, and everyone who Fell was forgotten because their angelic names were removed. Because wouldn't that be more awful than never having existed? Remembering that you WERE something or someone, you had a name that you can't remember, that you WERE important to people and events, and having everyone around you who you considered family forget who you are? It's its own kind of personal Hell ... kind of like George Bailey in It's a Wonderful Life, a movie that references angels, funnily enough. And Crowley remembers the furniture being there but not where it all belongs. I think his memory haziness is also a side effect of Falling the traditional way (burning sulfer and all that jazz, possibly causes trauma amnesia?).

It's a stretch here, I know, but I thought I would put this one out there as a possibility as to what it could mean (given that Gaiman and Pratchett tend to "play on words" a lot, I think it is worth mentioning this as an alternative meaning).

In S2, when Gabriel was sentenced, the Trial stated that Gabriel would forget his time as Gabriel, but not his time as an angel. I think a similar thing happened with Crowley, only much more violently with the "burning the eyes out" and "staining his wings black" thing.

My friend Peter mentioned that the show avoided Crowley's Before-Name "to a comical degree". I reckon, rather, that Crowley just simply doesn't remember his Angelic name, and his changing of his demon names is him possibly trying to find an identity. I think he recalls it having started with a "C", maybe? And now he's a snake, so he's kind of crawl-y, must be "Crawley". As time moved forward and as he learned more and more about humanity, he changed is namee to fit in better. Having a full Human-esque name makes him feel more connected to the Humanity he prefers.

And because I'm a romantic sap at heart, I think he enjoys spending time with Aziraphale because perhaps some part of Azzie's presence helps Crowley remember bits and pieces of his broken memory. He is LITERALLY Crowley's Emotional Support Angel – remember Shax can read into people, it seems. Azzie brings comfort to him, and seeing another Angel that also questions the choices Heaven makes allows Crowley to feel less alone.

The Original Seven Archangels

It's brought up a couple to several times in S2 the point that "God loves sevens". I actually couldn't remember why Seven was such a big Biblical number so a bit of quick Googling reminded me that "Seven [...] communicated a sense of “fullness” or “completeness” [...]. This makes sense of the pervasive appearance of “seven” patterns in the Bible." (SOURCE).

And of course, after Peter had mentioned it, I had to look a bit more into who the Original 7 could possibly be. Wikipedia mentions it could be Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Camael, Jophiel, and Zadkiel.

Peter was correct in his assumption that Lucifer wasn't one of the original 7 archangels, so that leaves us with Raphael, Camael, Jophiel, and Zadkiel, if we're assuming that Crowley is one of these top Archangels.

I would also like to speculate that "God likes 7's" could also mean (if you allow me to reach a bit) "God's favourite angels are the initial 7". If Crowley happened to be one of these 7, it could explain why he's able to get into Heaven without raising alarm at all, why he still maintains his immense power that set off alarms in Heaven when it was used purposefully against Heaven, why he was able to access the Gabriel Files, and why Sarqael allowed Crowley to continue watching the Trial (because if God allowed Crowley access even when he's no longer an angel, then Sarqael has no reason to believe that he's still not important to God).

Perhaps, in Modern Day, only having four archangels making the decisions symbolizes that, indeed, God's not really calling the shots anymore – and hasn't been for a long time – and that the whole system is all broken and not complete.

It also begs the question: if Crowley was one of the Original Seven (if they are indeed going to go in that direction), what happened to the other three? Did they also suffer the same fates? Were they turned to Scriveners just like Gabriel was to be?

Here is where I will also throw out there that my random thought that Muriel possibly also may have been one of the other three, as my own expansion of this theory, but I digress.

Anyway, I think I found the original Fandom Wiki that Peter quick-referenced when doing his quick message to me, and it's very interesting:

How they were founded as a unit is unknown, but it is said that it happened during Lucifer's rebellion. When Lucifer rebelled against God, one entire choir of angels followed him and was lost. Many angels from other choirs also followed him in his rebellion. It is revealed that Lucifer was meant to be apart of the Seven Archangels as well, however, since his fall he was replaced by Camael.

Disclaimer here that I understand that Fandom Wiki isn't THE BEST resource, but we're also talking about a fictional story that loosely references actual scripture, so I think it's valid enough, heh.

But I bring this point up because Peter links it to Metatron mentioning the "Prince of Heaven" falling, as Gabriel as being "another" one. "Another one" what?? We have to assume that Metatron means another "Supreme Archangel" as holding the title of "Prince of Heaven", meaning Gabriel was NOT the first and only Supreme Archangel. I don't think Metatron is referencing Lucifer here. In fact, they deliberately avoid saying a name. We just ASSUME that it was Lucifer because that's the "common knowledge".

If GO is going to reference the theory that Lucifer actually fell BEFORE becoming an Archangel, then that means in my theory Crowley became his replacement of the Original Seven. And given that he was possibly the One (and only angel, in my above theory) Who Sees God, he was in-turn given the position of Supreme Archangel, charged with creating, again, God's Vision of the Universe.

I think having Crowley be the one who witnesses Gabriel's Trial is important if we're going on the theory that they are mirrors of each other in S2. What if:

Crowley ALSO had a similar Trial when he questioned God (or the other Archangels) about "what's the point of" the destruction of the universe, then subsequently saying "nah" to having Armageddon 6,000 years before the events of S1?;

In said Trial, Gabriel was a presiding member, and, given that we know his prior cruelty from S1, he voted on Camael being cast out in a vicious and cruel fashion "for betraying God". Thus, his eyes burnt and forever scarred to prevent him from ever seeing God again, had his name and memories removed from the Book of Life, and sent to on a one way trip to Hell. I speculate this because Trial-Gabriel certainly believe he was going to "Fall" that way. I'd also wager Camael/Crowley was the last angel to ever "properly" Fall, which is why the modern angels still think that they do it this way, rather than the way they planned for Gabriel. I realize that this point DOES contradict my theory about the other missing Archangels quietly being erased and reassigned, but perhaps BECAUSE Gabriel is SO High up the chain, they HAD no choice but to make an example of him. Perhaps Metatron just quietly deleted the other Archangels' original names without anyone's knowledge.

We now know from S2 that regardless of an angel's status, the angels will veto against anyone who goes against their interpretation of The Great Plan. We now also know that the "Supreme Archangel" is also a "title only" job that has benefits only if you're going to go with the Majority Vote. And if you don't, they're going to make an example out of you.

And I reckon Camael/Crowley, just like Gabriel after, tried to "go his own way" (as quoted by the Metatron) and got banished for it.

Aziraphale really now has himself in a pickle, and I suspect that he will figure ALL of this out when he gets there.

And finally because this is the "Sevens" section of this meta, I also want to mention these "a-bit-reaching-but-still-plausible-theories" that I came across while I was researching:

This tweet speculates that Gabe is morse coding "7"

Michael tweeted 7 dots after S2 aired

CONCLUSION

While this theory doesn't outright bust the Raphael Theory (since there are some similarities with Crowley and Raphael within the theory), as well as the "he was Lucifer" theory (which I also really like, but Crowley mentioned in S1 he was "hanging out with Lucifer and the guys" before he fell, so... I'm more apt to not really run with this theory). BUT it does tie up a lot more things, and it connects things better than the Raphael one does, in my humble opinion.

The TL;DR of this entire post is this:

I think Crowley was an Archangel, that is the only CERTAIN thing I feel.

I think he was Camael, The One (and only angel) Who (Literally) Sees God. He was the First Supreme Archangel who created God's Vision of the Universe.

I think that Camael questioned the Council of Angels why they need to destroy beauty that God created. It didn't make sense to him.

They told him about Armageddon (the S1 one). As the angel of war, and as the Supreme Archangel who had final say, he said "nah". And he tried "to go his own way" to avoid Armageddon.

The Council and Metatron did not like this, saw it as blaspheming against God. Camael then had a Trial similar to Gabriel's.

I think this all happened shortly after the war that sent down Lucifer and the other rebelling Angels, so Heaven was still VERY tetchy about anyone who questioned God and The Great Plan. Because Camael was a Supreme Archangel, the original Prince of Heaven, this was seen as SEVERE betrayal of the Council. For the record, I think the "Before the Beginning" sequence takes place AFTER the War that created Hell.

My belief about the Book of Life is that its ACTUAL purpose is to remove people from being remembered, which is far worse of an existence for someone banished. A metaphorical interpretation of "removed from existence" simply could mean "and everyone forgot about you", à la It's a Wonderful Life, a movie that references "angels getting their wings".

Camael was sentenced in a way that would make an example of him to other angels to remind them of their place: He was cast out of Heaven, his angelic name erased from the Book of Life which caused his other Council Members at the time to forget him, and for him to have foggy memories in turn, although he KNOWS he was an angel (perhaps as a side effect of being cast out the traditional way, you are forced to remember that you once lived in Heaven). His eyes were burnt out to quite literally leave an unremovable scar so he could no longer "see" God and their vision, which explains why Crowley cannot ever change his eyes regardless of how he presents himself. He has to hide them away.

I think Crowley was the last angel to be cast out in this way. BUT because his ANGEL name was erased, none of the remaining Original Council angels (Gabriel, Michael, and Uriel) recognize him. I suspect Sarqael remembers him because she was NOT an Archangel at the time since she was not one of the Original Seven Archangels.

I also suspect that there are purposely missing Archangels for a reason, and the fact that only 4 rather than 7 seemingly run things symbolizes the problems in Heaven and that God has not been in charge for a long time. I think those missing 3 or 4 are actually Scriveners, who were quietly sentenced and erased by the Metatron, hence why Gabriel thought that he was going to be cast out like his predecessor. But because Gabriel WAS a Supreme Archangel, he HAD to be made an example of, just as Crowley before.

"Supreme Archangel" is a Title-Only job, and if you go against the Council, you are indeed made an example of. I think this is purposeful setup for S3 to show that Azzie is in DEEP shit.

EPILOGUE

I still want to expand upon my Angel Theory section from my S2 Meta, but for now, I am so pleased with how this turned out, and I hope you've enjoyed this Deep Dive into another Archangel Theory. I had a lot of fun with this one; I like learning about supernatural things, it's always interesting.

I am interested in others' thoughts on this theory, especially if your memory of your religious education is a bit better than mine! Feel free to expand upon this more, because I am an interactive blog, so it will be added to the post! <3

I hope you enjoyed, and thank you for reading!

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lacrimosathedark · 6 months ago

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"Why did Vivziepop make Lucifer a seraphim? He's supposed to be an archangel!"

No he isn't, y'all just watch too much Supernatural.

There are several angels known as archangels in different Abrahamic beliefs, the most common being Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, and Uriel, and not infrequently, Azrael.

Others may include: Ananiel, Ariel, Barachiel, Camael, Cassiel, Chamuel, Hanael, Haniel, Izidkiel, Jegudiel, Jerahmeel, Joel, Jophiel, Kepharel, Metatron, Phanuel, Raguel, Raziel, Remiel, Sadakiel, Samael, Saraqael, Sarathiel, Sariel, Sealtiel, Selaphiel, Shubael, Suriel, and Zadkiel.

The closest to Lucifer being an archangel is the archangel Samael, who sometimes is (or owns?) the serpent in the Garden and is the partner of Lilith.

But Lucifer is actually usually portrayed as a Cherub or a Seraph, both of which have been denoted as "closest to God's throne". And I think Seraph suits him all things considered, if Wikipedia is to be believed in that it comes from the Hebrew word for "burning" that they used to denote serpents due to their bright colorations and/or "burning" venomous bites.

Also, where archangels rank in the hierarchy of angels varies greatly between which one you're following. There apparently aren't any explicit references to archangels in the canonical Hebrew Bible, and they don't appear in the hierarchy at all, and Seraphim is the 5th highest rank. In Christianity, Seraphim is the highest rank, while Archangel is second to last, just above regular Angels. In Islam, the highest rank is the equivalent of Seraphim, followed by Cherubim, and then Archangels.

So, like, consistently, Archangels aren't the highest angels. Some of them might be here, as Virtues opposed to the Vices aka Deadly Sins, which would mean Raphael (Humility), Jehremeel (Kindness), Azrael (Patience), Gabriel (Diligence), Michael (Charity), Cassiel (Temperance), and Uriel (Chastity) very specifically.

Otherwise, in all likelihood, Sera is, in fact, the highest ranking angel, followed by Emily and any other seraphim. Fuck, maybe she is despite that, a Seraph above the Princes of Heaven the way Lucifer is King above the Sins.

But yeah, Lucie is no archangel.

I blame Supernatural tbh.

#Hazbin Hotel #Lucifer Morningstar #Angelology

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habibi-bambi · 7 months ago

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Lucifer Morningstar, Angel of God Now and Forevermore.

I'm working on a Hazbin Hotel fic that's Lucifer centric, with a dash of Good Omens and Lucifer show and Noah 2014 lore in it. PRE-EDEN ARC (this fic im working on is inspired by my deadfic lucifer/good omens that rotted in my wattpad drafts. I decided to put it up in AO3, so you guys can half use it as a guide for the start of the fic im working on now. )

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44040795/chapters/136875127 Before the Beginning, there was only the Great Void. The Barren Silence. There was Nothing. And then there was Something. That was Big G. [

Time had yet to exist, and They, a Great Being of Allknowing Knowledge and Unimaginable Power with a, rather strangling, hold on the empty darkness They liked to the Barren Silence, had no measurement of just how long They spent not-yet-time like that.

No idea of how long They had wondered over the curiously unanswered question of 'what came before?'

No idea of how long They had searched for answers of what, how or even why They had came to Be.

No idea of how long They spent searching in that chilling silence of nothingness, within that never ending darkness, and found nothing besides Them.

By the time They had enough of it All, and took the first step of changing it all, it started with just the smallest, softest of whispers—

LET THERE BE LIGHT.

And in their cupped hands, was a tiny ball of burning gas and fire and light. It couldn't possibly light up the vast Barren Silence, and barely changed a thing at all in their eyes.

It was a start. ]

Big G poofed into existence in the midst of a bigggg black empty void of space. After some existential crisis that are unanswered, Big G decides to make a small ball of light. There is light, and Big G treats it like its their baby. And then it died :(

Big G decides to make more. Those lights eventually die too, but this time, Big G is not bothered because he continues to make more :D

Eventually that also gets boring for Big G here, until the First Light pops up and bumps into them, prompting them to stare with sad nostalgic no-eyes at the old husk of First Light, and had an Elsa Revelation (see Elsa's "love will thaw, of course, love!" for reference) and then BOOM! Great Plan was born! Now they solved their 'Reason for Existence problem'!

They decided they need help filling up the empty space (thats how dark and empty the big room Big G was in) and so they made their first angel.

Big G creates Samael, a being made of their divine essence, of their holy power, and of his piece. Samael who burns like no other stars and suns, is bathed in red and orange, with white six pearlescent wings.

Big G loves Samael, who is loyal and faithful. But Samael is young, impulsive with a temper that rivals every supernova. Big G creates a mirror of Samael, except he does not thing of suns and stars. They do not put in a piece of themselves, they instead thought icy cold comets, the moon. Unlike Samael, Metatron comes to existence, a gentle light, calm and obedient. These two mirror each other.

Big G creates two strain of angels. Most angels are like Metatron (not of personality or anything, just in how they were made), born to be of light, made of divine essence and holy power, but without a piece of Big G. Samael, and those that are like him, are very rare, and so only they hold the title 'Princes of Heaven' which later on becomes Cardinal Princes of The Seven Heavenly Virtues.

PRINCES OF HEAVEN (Princes is a unisex title) [ Samael. Michael (I'm still debating whether Michael is second oldest or second youngest or twin, im mentally weighing plot convenience vs more drama purposes). Gabriel. Raphael. Camael. Uriel. Lucifer.]

By the time Lucifer is created, there are hundreds of angels like Metatron, Seraphiel being one of them. Samael and his siblings are all Seraphims but are separated from the most as they are raised by Big G who definitely plays favorites.

When Lucifer is born, he is named son of the morning, the coming of dawn, and the angel who burns brighter of them all. His beauty and radiance and light is second to none but Big G himself. He is loved and cherished and doted on, even by grumpy and stern Samael. This in turn made him a spoiled (but lovable) menace who is vain.

He is also the most sheltered. Big G sees the First Light in him.

Lucifer, like every lil sibling, looks up to his oldest siblings, but he shares the tightest and closest bond with Michael. If Michael and Lucifer are twins, it'd be fun because of the 'half of me, the other half of my soul, together we are whole' trope and then HH plot and biblical canon plot happens lmao.

Basically Lucifer is like the sheltered, naive and innocent rich kid that's been spoiled and doted but very very sheltered. He's considered eccentric by other angels, and a little troublemaker by the Elder ones like Samael (fondly) and Metatron (cold disregard) and Sera (exasperated like a teacher, big sister from the neighboring house that likes to nag).

Hazbin Hotel hierarchy still does not exist yet. It's still Elders, Princes of Heaven (except Samael because he's an Elder and the Oldest) and then other angels. The Elders is a 10 headed council, with Samael and Metatron at the very top of it.

Samael is very prideful, but very loyal to Big G. He's that super stern big brother who has a scary temper with a open secret soft side for those he thinks are special to him, which is God, and his siblings.

PRE EDEN ARC IS DONE. (ps. im working on a fanart of my version of angel luci)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer morningstar #headcanon #my fic writing #a dash of #good omens #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lore headcanons #my writing #ao3 #proshipper #dni if your a minor or an anti #angel lore

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michaeltheseraphim · 2 months ago

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Camael Info plz plz plz pspspspspsppspspsp (🔫)

-💎Anon

Ah, Camael.

They’re the prince of patience.

As the name implies they’re extremely patient with everyone and themselves. They’re slow with life and take things easy. He’s also quite an oddball at times...

Just wish they knew how to turn in paper work on time.

#obey me roleplay #obey me rp #obey me #obey me roleplay blog #obey me shall we date #obey me rp blog #obey me! shall we date?#obey me camael

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kathyprior4200 · 4 months ago

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Heavenly Boss S2: "Heavenly Tour"

A divine courtroom of Thrones in the High Halo of Diligence…floors, columns and ceiling are black marble, with stained glass windows etched in gold. A golden set of scales gleams on a pedestal.

“Demons arriving to Earth unattended! This is an outrage!”

“Look closer through the hovering sphere. They’re not harming any mortals; they are just having fun! Besides, they are allowed to come up to Earth on Halloween like all spirits do.”

“So what? There’s always the risk of demons possessing humans or tricking them! No spirit should be allowed to invade Earth!”

“Like ancestors and spirit guides haven’t ‘invaded’ Earth for thousands of years to support and visit their loved ones which is perfectly acceptable!”

“Maybe in another universe. Have you forgotten that only lost souls stay on Earth and the rest go to Heaven or Hell?”

“Don’t forget about Purgatory and the other afterlives in Egypt, Norse, India…”

“Enough with going off-topic, we don’t have eternity, you know!”

“And I suppose angels aren’t allowed to interfere either?”

“If the demons cause any trouble, then I say angels should absolutely keep watch!”

“Don’t you think we’re getting a little too concerned about humans? Perhaps we should leave them be…”

“Oh no. We may be more detached from human emotions, but as keepers of divine order, it is our duty to make sure mortals don’t cause any trouble either. After all, they have a chance at salvation.”

“Only a slim chance! A majority go to Hell! Why waste time over God’s flawed creation?”

“Yeah, you’re right, angels are the superior species…”

“And yet demons came from angels. And God wanted Eden to be made for humans. He gave them free will.”

“When they should’ve listened and obeyed God from the beginning.”

“God knew they would eat the fruit. So why punish Lucifer and Lilith, the ones he created?”

“Going off topic, here. Demon spies partying on Earth. Allow or cease?”

“Trying to stop demons from going to Earth would rise a debate with the princes of Hell. Do we really want to complicate matters again?”

“Here’s a proposition. We further discuss the matter with the elders of Hazbin Heaven.”

“Not advisable. They are currently in mourning over their lost general Adam. They are trying to decide if the Exterminations should continue.”

“No doubt a Heaven-Hell war will occur again in their world. How will that affect us?”

(50 minutes later)

“Again, off topic. In my opinion, I think I’d trust our council of elders rather than Sera…Roo’s influencing her and she’s hiding the truth from the rest of Heaven.”

“So, if demons can be killed by angels in Hell, can we…I don’t know, take care of the wild party demons going to Earth?”

“We shall keep a close watch on them. If there is even a hint of them trying to influence mortals, we will act.”

“Also, we have another case to send the Exorcist Eagles down to confront Leviathan. I’m tired of hearing about hauntings and possessions. In a few days, we will inquire of the deeds of Camael’s anti-Asmodean cherubs.”

“So, if angels possessed humans, would that also be bad? Perhaps we could do that as a last resort.”

“Doesn’t matter. If we do decide to act, there should be ordinance from the Archangels, the Cherubim and Seraphim from the Primum Mobile and higher spheres. And God of course.”

“And there’s the parallel timeline problem, too. We can’t kill anyone from the canon worlds.”

“And we won’t. But no matter what, all the worlds need to be as balanced as possible.”

“All in favor of biding for now and keeping watch on mortals and demons from both realms?”

“Here.”

“Aye.”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely.”

“A unanimous vote. Let’s get back to our tasks and families. Thank you for your time and may God bless us all. Meeting adjourned.”

0 0 0

“YOU’RE INVITED!!” “Has Blitzo broken your fucking heart? Do you desire revenge and Halloween fun? Come on over to our Halloween party in the human world (located at 666 South Maple Avenue) for closure and to indulge in our shared hatred for that miserable fuckboy. Enjoy Blitzo body cake, Beelzejuice drinks, music and fun! Also featuring yours truly in concert! Hope to see you there. Verosika Mayday.”

Verosika handed out invitations to her anti-Blitzo party. Incubi and succubi flew off through the Lust Ring, handing out the invites or posting them online for more demons to see. Several succubi and incubi grinned with excitement and started to plan their Halloween costumes.

“I’m so gonna be a mermaid this year!”

“I’m thinking…high school cheerleader!”

“Haha! Witch, please!”

“How about…an angel. The goofy kind, not, you know…”

“That’s a great idea! There’s a spider shopkeeper that sells great sex toys, I bet he could weave up some outfits for us!”

“Me and my brother will make the Blitzo voodoo dolls! My mom’s side of the family comes from Envy.”

“You wanna come with us, too?”

“Nah. I much prefer Hell’s Halloween tradition of surprise-attacking the weaker ones and trick-or-treating for hearts and guts!”

“Your loss, buddy!”

“Hey, Ver,” said a succubus band member. “Where will it be at?”

“Me and my crew have been searching the mortal world and we found this nice mansion on a hill near a forest. The people are out for the night, so thankfully there will be no intervention needed. We got our Asmodean crystals ready for the portal. It begins after sundown.”

“I hear it’s a full moon, too! Extra spooky and special!”

“Hey, Verosika, girl! Great to hear from you! A party in the human world, very unique! I’ll send over some Beelzejuice for you, on the house!”

“Thanks, Bee! I think me and my crew have the perfect idea for the cake, hahahaha!”

“I’ll see you soon, Ver. The band equipment is working, and the stage will soon be set up.”

“Thanks, Tex, I know I can always count on you!”

The invitations spread far and wide throughout the Rings. Several goat demons with candles on their heads peered at theirs with curiosity from the Sloth Ring. Hellhounds from Gluttony howled in excitement and gathered bags of candy and alcoholic drinks.

In the Wrath Ring, a group of muscular imps laughed while sitting in a wooden tavern.

“Check it out, man,” one of them said, holding up an invite. “A Halloween party in the mortal world! Let’s go!”

“Can’t wait to swing my fists at some Blitzo targets,” another chimed in. The scrawny imp Dennis walked with a group of imps with their invites. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew Dennis’ invitation from his hands.

“Way to go, Dennis,” one of them rolled his eyes. “You just lost your invite!”

“You suck, Dennis,” added the other. Dennis flinched with a sad look on his face.

The invitation blew in the air, throughout the desert, until it landed on the dusty ground. A shadow hovered over the card.

0 0 0

(A card with a smiling Docile posing on the front) “YOU’RE INVITED!! Let’s celebrate our Employer of the Year: Docile! As founder of E.L.F., he is committed to helping mortals heal, saving them from danger, battling demons, and being a source of inspiration for all angels, especially saints, winners, and ex-humans. For his birthday, we’ll celebrate in the human world on Halloween (at 777 North Maple Avenue). Feel free to dress up in costume. There will be drinks, music, singing and fun. Be sure to greet the humans and be on the lookout for any demons roaming Earth. Hope to see you there! – Docile (Be there or be Tirred)”

Note: All E.L.F. staff are required to attend.

Tirred scowled. “F**k my afterlife.” He held back against the temptation to rip the piece of paper.

“Oh, come on, Tirred! This party will be fun!” said Sunna. She was dressed in a Greek-style white dress and her thick hair was in ringlets and gold bands. “They’ll be drinks, music, maybe some diluted alcohol.”

“Every year, we have to go to that stupid party and listen to Docile brag about his accomplishments! It’s worse than all our regular work meetings!”

Docile grinned at Tirred. “I have to have all you guys there. You know it makes our company look good. Reputation.”

“Can’t I have just one day where everyone worships me instead?” Tirred asked.

“Well, feel free to celebrate your birthday…by yourself!” Timmid muttered out loud with a glare. Timmid and Tirred were still going back and forth in their frosted relationship.

Tirred sighed. “Well, if I do have to go…I guess it’s not too different from watching mortals in the human world. I suppose I could…”

“Pranking mortals? Absolutely not, Tir,” Docile chided, jabbing a finger at him.

“Reading my mind, how rude!” Tirred spat. “It’s called ‘trick-or-treat’ for a reason…and it’d be a real treat to trick some people!”

“Remember the last time?” Docile glared. “You thought that wrapping up a bunch of bullies in toilet paper and hanging them from a tree was a good idea.”

Tirred smirked. “It certainly was…”

“Not!” Docile barked. “It took forever to untangle them.”

“Oh, remember that one time I spiked some candy with ‘Haniel’s Hallelujah’ serum? It made several of the kids confess their love and their darkest secrets!” Tirred chuckled.

Docile rolled his eyes. “Oh, it was real fun, until the parents almost called the police on us! And I had to undo the spell. You’re lucky I didn’t force you to drink some of it yourself.”

“It was pretty funny,” Sunna admitted. Even Timmid smiled a bit.

“Anyway,” Docile said, waving a finger at Tirred. “I’m keeping a very close eye on you. Stay out of trouble and maybe, I’ll give you an extra raise.”

A pause.

“Fine,” Tirred huffed, slouching away.

“Yeah, like that’s gonna happen,” Timmid said.

“I heard that!”

So Docile sent out the invitations to his party and, naturally, many angels were thrilled. Soon, the costumes were ready. Some angels dressed like demons, some like angels, some wore cheerleader outfits and dresses and knight armor, and of course, the classic costumes of ghosts, vampires, mummies, witches, and various monsters. Archangel Haniel, the ruling Virtue of the Temperance Halo sent over some sweet drinks to share: bottles with the Venus sign on them. Some were alcoholic and some were not. There was a note that came with them, “Have fun! Drink in moderation! – Haniel.”

Timmid smiled as she twirled in a light blue princess dress with a blonde wig and a crown. Sunna, dressed in her Greek goddess outfit eyed catnip candy, but looked away after Docile glanced her way. Docile was dressing as himself, of course. The three E.L.F. members laughed as they carved pumpkins at the round worktable, making jack-o-lanterns shaped like grinning elves with large eyes and sharp teeth.

“Oh, your eyes look like lopsided triangles, Sunna,” Docile mentioned.

Sunna shrugged and continued carving.

“Oh Sunna, don’t eat the pumpkin seeds.”

“Oh, sorry sir,” Sunna blinked, putting down a messy brown paw before licking it.

“Maybe some humans will enjoy our works of art,” said Timmid.

“Maybe if me make them more angelic…” Docile wondered.

Sunna added, “Nah. Keep them unique. Some humans may appreciate the more primal forms of angels.”

“Good point, Sunny.” Docile kissed his adoptive daughter and she purred softly.

“Anyone wanna smash pumpkins that look like Tirred?” Timmid asked with a wink.

“Sure!” Docile called while Sunna countered, “No! That’s not nice!”

Docile grinned anyway and tossed a grumpy Tirred-shaped jack-o-lantern to the floor. Timmid and Docile laughed out loud. Sunna rolled her eyes. “You guys are so immature.” She grabbed a catnip candy and popped it into her mouth. Her pupils rolled around, and she let out several whispers of meows.

“There goes your big ego head!” Timmid laughed.

“Hey, Tirred!” Docile called with a laugh. “Clean up this mess, will ya? We gotta get our things through the Camaelean Crystal portal!” He displayed a pink crystal inside a small black box with Camael’s sigil on top.

“How’d you get the crystal?” asked Sunna.

“My airheaded sister sent it with a cheesy ‘sorry’ note.” He spoke in a high babyish voice, “’Oh special bro, I’m so sowy, pwease accept this crystal and help me convert humans to my ridiculous evangelical fantasies!’” Sunna and Timmid giggled.

Docile smiled and called. “Come on, Tirred, those pumpkin guts ain’t gonna clean themselves!”

“Plus, you have a stack of overdue paperwork on your desk to do!” Sunna added.

Docile blinked. “Tirred? Where’d you go?”

Tirred, having seen the sickening spectacle, somberly sunk into the shadows and out of the office.

0 0 0

“Hello, hello, hello, Samael!” Tirred called.

Samael was currently relaxing in his own private backyard on a golden lawn chair decorated with bloodred gems. A nearby stream of lava bubbled into a pool. Several trees hung fruits of immortality from them, granting knowledge and a fresh boost for immortals. On a side table was a glass of red wine. Next to that was a small portrait of Lilith, her long red hair, red lips, pale white skin and smooth chest kept Samael peeking. In his lap was a book: “Methods of Judgement For Mortals, Gods and Everyone In-Between.” His short blonde hair shone in the sun, and he wore a dark black robe and comfortable black shoes. Hie eyes simmered like calm hot coals.

“Hey, that’s not Lilith from Hazbin,” Tirred mentioned.

“Oh, an annoying elf,” Samael called, still staring at the pages. “I don’t need to talk to things like those.”

With effort, Tirred climbed over the black iron fence, landing on the ground, somehow without falling.

“How wonderful to see you too, Your Grace.” He brushed himself off. “I suppose if I were my boss, you’d have that crazed lust thing going on with me.”

“And I suppose you do? Why would I have any interest in a subordinate elf who always complains in the background?”

Tirred walked over, despite his trembling legs. “And why are you so interested in our business of helping mortals? All you seem to care about is punishment. What satisfaction do you get out of punishing my boss? He clearly doesn’t enjoy it.”

Samael looked over and smirked. “He’s not really supposed to. Like I.M.P. he’s technically going to Earth without permission.”

“And he’ll do so again at his stupid birthday party on Earth! Doesn’t that deserve some reprimanding?”

“Demons are allowed on Earth every Hallow’s Eve. Angels are spirits, too, so I see no difference.”

“But you’d love to torture the black hearts out of demons,” Tirred said, posing by the side table. He lowered the book so Samael could see his face. “And frankly, I would, too.” He spoke seductively, “Perhaps we could have some fun and I could…suffer for my sins?” He winked.

Samael chuckled. “Docile can barely hold his own against me. I’d roast you alive in minutes.”

“So, you’re saying…I’m good enough to eat?”

Samael went back to his book.

“Seriously, sir? Have you even tried me out? You think I’m petty and weak, but you don’t even know me!”

Samael closed the book and got up. “It brings me pleasure to see Docile’s goal to help and redeem Sinners and humans temporarily extinguish in his eyes when he faces my wrath. I wish I could say the same for you.”

Tirred fumed as Samael walked toward one of the trees.

“With all due respect, sir. If you don’t care for mortals, why allow us to keep our business in the first place?”

Samael sighed. “While I’d love to exterminate all the Sinners in Hazbin Hell and the other Hell for that matter and expose every human on Earth, that’d bring things out of balance. Like the Angel of Death Azrael, I only help determine who’s worthy for Heaven and let humans deal with their karma on their own.” He plucked a red apple and took a bite. “Like imps, you elves are of common nature, unpredictable. The succubi, cherubs, and other official beings work exclusively for the higher powers like the Archangel Virtues and the Deadly Sins.”

Samael savored the juice before continuing. “If elves and imps get killed or cast out, we’ll always have more for work. But…Docile’s determination to aid in the quest to preserve Earth and redeem God’s creation…I guess it’s admirable in its own way.”

Tirred sighed. “Heaven and Hell’s rules and roles are confusing. So…are you going to the party?”

“Certainly not!” Samael waved a hand. “Frivolous parties in the mortal world are nothing compared to my more important matters.”

“Believe me, sir, I’d rather be roasted by you, than have to go to that required party!”

Samael chuckled some more. “Here’s this for a roast: if you’re required to celebrate your boss, are you Docile’s jester or are you the one who gets violently drunk that he has to carry home?”

Tirred fumed again. “T-that’s not the kind of roasting I meant!”

Samael enjoyed his apple some more.

“Is there anything I can do to make me worthy of your attention?” Tirred asked.

“Hmm…being your own boss? Becoming an Exorcist? Bringing back the heads of my enemies?”

“I’d gladly work for you, sir!”

“Your loyalty is to Docile. And his agony is loyal to me.”

“Are we just pawns for your pleasure?!”

Samael shrugged. “Pretty much.”

Tirred fell on his knees. “Please let me prove my worth to you! I’ll be your prey at the New Moon! I can bring your Bible just as easily! I’ll take charge of E.L.F. if I have to!”

Samael waved a dismissive hand. “Strange little man. Go have fun at the party and come back when you’re a true leader with a sexy girl at your side.”

“Oh, f**k you.” Tirred glowered, stomping away.

Samael called, “I’ll promote you if you can magically uncensor all swearing in Heaven!”

“Go to Hell!”

“I can go where I please, unlike you! Hahahaha!”

Tirred sat on his bed, glowering and hurt. Samael had considered him unworthy once again, Docile was getting all the praise, Timmid was giving him the cold shoulder, Sunna was…being Sunna, and his mother was convinced he was no better than a demon unless he could become an Exorcist and kill one.

It was an everyday ordeal: following Docile’s orders to help mortal strangers, remembering the times where he was both spoiled and reprimanded by his mother, realizing that Timmid was never as timid as he thought…

Putting up a bravado of superiority and ignorance to hide the darkness welling up inside…it was no wonder Tirred was tired all the time.

He tried his best to push aside the feelings of loneliness and unworthiness, but to no avail. The last thing he wanted was to go to the party a sobbing mess.

What could he do before he had to go to the party?

Strangely enough, Tirred had an urge to apologize to people. Not profusely but…perhaps a little bit to show he wasn’t a complete jackass to everyone. He missed Timmid’s warm embraces, and the comforting looks she would give him when he got too over his head.

He knew that simply saying sorry to Timmid wouldn’t be enough. He’d have to save her life or work for the community and use a lot of poetic words to win her back over. At least, that’s what he figured. He’d never been really good at apologizing…but at least he could try.

Did she secretly miss him as much as he missed her?

Timmid had saved his life when he was possessed by Kiva at the beach. Docile had reminded him that his duty to those strange humans and to the few elves and cat he could call semi-friends, was worth more than his parents’ ambitions for him or his own distorted dreams.

“Timmid, I’m sorry, so, so, sorry,” he whimpered into the blackness. He meant it the more he dwelled on it. It was only silence that seemed to truly understand and comfort him. Was he destined to be alone in the fake paradises they called the two Heavens?

He tried texting Timmid three times, but he always erased the message before he could send it. ‘Why am I such a wimp at this?!’

He then paused in thought. Docile still used the Bible to travel to the human world and in his interaction with Samael. But he also knew that his sister Holly Wata sent him a Camaelean crystal, hoping he would reunite with her and join her cause. (He hadn’t.) The crystal could not only create portals to Earth, but also to other Halos in Heaven.

Tirred also wondered if Hell and the Hazbin world were also included, but he brushed his curiosity aside. With that crystal, he could sneak out of the party and go pretty much anywhere!

‘Wait, I can’t steal Docile’s crystal,’ he thought. ‘He’d read my thoughts once I was in the door! I have nowhere to go…’

Tirred took a breath and headed glumly back to the office. A fox angel suddenly appeared in his path, wearing a gray coat and top hat. He spread out his arms, revealing rusty trinkets.

“Hidey ho, little elf!”

“Move it, foxy,” Tirred seethed.

The scammer fox posed with a shiny pink crystal attached to his wrist. Tirred’s eyes lit up.

‘How illogically convenient,’ Tirred thought.

“Want a handy watch, or a screwdriver, or a genuine bottlecap bracelet?”

Tirred glared.

“Or…perhaps my magic one-of-a-kind crystal?”

“Yeah,” Tirred said, holding out a hand.

The sly fox grinned. “You have 1000 spirits?”

Tirred glared.

“No? Oh dear. No crystal for you, sir! Perhaps you could offer me something else…”

The fox appeared behind him and was about to swipe at his wallet in his pocket…

WHACK!

With a powerful punch, Tirred turned around and sent the trickster flying backwards into a nearby brick wall. He fell with a thud onto the ground.

“Tut tut,” he said, walking over to the groaning fox. “And I thought angels were supposed to be non-deceivers.”

He reached down and unlatched the crystal from the fox’s wrist. “I’ll take that.”

“Give that back, you snot-faced freak!”

“Oh really?” Tirred asked as the fox stood up. He waved the crystal. “I bet you stole this, didn’t you?” He noticed a concerning thin black crack running along the crystal’s surface.

“Duh. How else am I supposed to see if my loved ones on Earth are okay? I miss them very much. Plus, I really am broke right now.”

Tirred paused. There were rumors of some Saints and Winners wondering what happened with their remaining families in Hell and on Earth. For those in Hazbin Heaven, most were so bedazzled by the golden perfection, they had no idea of how humans got into Hazbin Heaven nor of their memory erasures and the elder angel council keeping things under wraps. Their Sinner ex-family members practically did not exist to them anymore.

Tirred wasn’t sure if the fox’s sorrowful tale was true or not, but he wasn’t going to stick around and find out.

“Here’s a deal for ya, how about you leave me alone and I won’t report you to Michael’s police armada in Charity?”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

Tirred bellowed. “Fox thief over here! This crystal’s not registered in his name!”

“F**k!” The fox swore and darted away like a coward.

Tirred smirked. “Just as I thought.” He grinned as he rubbed the crystal, now attached to his wrist. He didn’t have time to try and register the crystal, he had other matters to attend.

“Come on, come on,” he muttered, rubbing harder.

After a few minutes, a pink energy diamond with a hole flickered and appeared before him. He walked through and it soon closed.

“A glitchy crystal…well at least it’s better than nothing.”

0 0 0

Tirred tumbled through the portal and ended up inside a large building with a strange symbol on one wall, a black C within an upward blue triangle.

From a control panel, two people in white business suits turned around and glanced at him.

Tirred blinked. One was a man with dark skin and short blonde hair. The other was a woman with white skin with curly black short hair.

“Wait a minute, I’ve seen you guys before,” said Tirred.

Negative Agent One, the man, peered at Tirred. “An elf angel? How’d you get in here?”

“You’re the one working for those D.H.O.R.K.S!” spat Negative Agent Two.

Tirred gasped. “C.H.A.R.M.E.R.S? N-no!” said Tirred. “We only sided with them because you guys attacked us.”

“Listen,” said Negative Agent One, “We may have been bullies to them in the past, but those nerds are dangerous. Tell us about them and we may just let you go.”

“Well for one,” Tirred folded his arms, “D.H.O.R.K.S. are not creating an army of cloned priests to invade Hazbin Hell…uh…shit…”

Tirred flinched and covered his mouth. The C.H.A.R.M.E.R.S agents looked at each other.

“Well leave it to them to do something crazy like that,” remarked Negative Agent Two.

“Them and those cheesy fallen cherub angels, they’ll do anything to get back into Heaven, even if it puts demons and humans in harm’s way. I gotta say, though, anything to get rid of demons is fine by me.”

“How do you know all this?” asked Negative Agent One.

“Those cherubs created a portal to our Heaven in an attempt to get back to theirs. I saw the priests being grown in the lab. Me and my crew tried to make them see reason but…we got sent back.”

“Wow,” Negative Agent Two breathed.

“I don’t like demons either,” said Negative Agent One, “but maybe we could work with antagonists of those cherubs…”

“D.I.A.B.L.O.? Trust me, no way. Those abominations want to see all the realms at war!”

“I see,” said Negative Agent Two. Then she grinned. “Well, you’ve been a big help, little angel. How about you bring your crew over and work for us.”

Negative Agent One spoke. “We’ve created a portal to allow angels to come to Earth. Perhaps they can put an end to the cloned priests. Leave demon hunting to the celestial experts, ya know?”

“Anything to counteract those dorks,” added Negative Agent Two.

Tirred stepped back, laughing nervously. “J-just wanted to apologize for attacking you guys earlier. I’d love to stay and help, but I really have to go…”

He frantically rubbed the crystal.

Tirred stepped further back from the agents’ outstretched hands. Negative Agent One’s thoughts flooded into Tirred’s head. ‘Perhaps we could hold you here and wait for your friends to show up. You’ll help us put an end to those dorks and chaotic imps whether you want to or not!’

“S-sorry again, bye!” Tirred cried in fear. Thankfully, the portal glitched to life in front of him and he leaped through the opening.

“Come back here you little…” began Negative Agent Two before the agents vanished as the portal closed.

Tirred caught his breath, shaking all over. “W-what have I done?!”

Another pause.

“T-that was f**king close. Wait…I’m back in Heaven, aren’t I? I can’t swear!”

Tirred froze. ‘Let’s see…’ He waved his crystal and saw glimpses of different places through the holes.

‘Ellie seems to be doing alright,’ he observed. Ellie, the former convict on Earth, was flying around with some other angel kids, her former human parents now reunited with her.

Tirred called through the portal, “Hey, Ellie, sorry for being a jerk back at the E.L.F. office!”

Ellie turned around and spotted him. “Who are you, again?”

The portal closed before Tirred could answer. “Shoot!”

Through another portal, Tirred spied Mrs. Mayberry teaching little angel kids how to fly. Tirred made eye contact with Mary and her two kids, formerly humans.

“Hey, guys! Sorry about being mean and failing to save your lives on Earth!”

Mrs. Mayberry just smiled, and her kids just made silly faces at Tirred. “Oh, it’s quite alright! You were under a lot of stress. I’m still very thankful of your boss’ E.L.F. company, they are truly life savers…or afterlife savers I should say.”

Tirred sighed in relief.

“You wanna play with us?!” shouted the kids. The kids then looked at each other.

“I saw him first!”

“No, I did!”

“Did not!”

Thankfully the portal closed as well.

The next portal showed…

The grinning sharp teeth and glowing blue eyes of Bio-Rizz.

“Nope,” Tirred decided, facing away from the portal.

Kiva Perdera and Holly Wata sighed in annoyance as they did some menial tasks around Camael’s Corner. They spotted Tirred through the portal and glared.

Tirred was almost going to be the mature one…

…but instead, he laughed and spat, “Have fun, suckers!”

The cherub and the elf roared in anger, but the portal soon closed.

Tirred briefly spotted Soother talking with Menadel in Menadel’s office. On a piece of paper on the desk was, “Meet with Holly, Blau, and Kiva.”

The portal, of course, closed before Tirred could see any more.

And through another portal…

“No, no, no, no!” Tirred screamed as he dodged the grabbing hands of more C.H.A.R.M.E.R.S agents. “Why won’t these blasted portals work?!”

Thankfully, no more portals shimmered around him once he flew off further away.

Once Tirred got back to the office, Timmid, Docile, and Sunna were waiting for him.

“Oh heck, no, I’m not wearing that!” Tirred seethed. A clown costume with “Tirred” on a note was lying on his work desk.

“You have no choice, Tir,” Docile smiled. “It’s what I decided, since you’d otherwise wear no costume at all! Or an Exorcist one.”

“But you’re not wearing one!”

“This is my costume! Me! Isn’t it great?”

“Since when did you become such a selfish prat?”

“Hey, it’s only once a year that I can push more pride up to the front,” Docile grinned. “Now I have my pose: the jester, the princess, and the goddess.”

“Why can’t you be the werewolf, like last year?” Tirred asked Sunna.

“We get to choose different ones. Besides, the clown costume fits you, perhaps even more than that old cowboy costume you chose!”

“Only because the store ran out of Exorcist costumes!”

“The last time you dressed up like an Exorcist, you actually wanted to sneak into Hell and kill demons that very day!” Docile remembered. “Man, your childhood programming has dome a num…”

“So has yours, now shut up, sir!” Tirred barked.

“No time to argue!” Timmid spoke up. “Tirred, get into your costume and meet us by the portal!”

“If you don’t show up, I swear Tirred, you’ll be filing and filling out every overdue paper for the next eternity!” Docile warned.

Tirred grabbed his costume and headed into the other room. From out the window, Docile drove the E.L.F. van through the portal that was created from his crystal. On the other side, many angels dressed in costumes cheered as they strolled by the van in a sort of parade for Docile. The angels carried more Docile merchandise, food, drinks, a stereo, and plenty of candy. Halloween music played as they headed toward a mansion on a hill at 777 North Maple Avenue. Several humans in costume cheered as well.

“Nice parade, guys!” they called.

“My colleagues, best for last!” Docile telepathically called to each of them after about ten minutes.

Timmid and Sunna stood in their costumes, holding a large banner that read, “Docile Answers Your Prayers!”

Tirred hovered in the air, flying from the open window, clown costume still in his hands.

Sunna looked up and hissed, “That’s your cue, Tirred! Hurry up!”

“Get that costume on before Docile sees!” Timmid added.

The two females walked through the portal.

‘I’ll just change into the costume on Earth,’ thought Tirred, ‘scare some mortals, and sleep through Docile’s speeches. And if he makes me announce him again…’

Suddenly, the hole before him glitched and blinked in and out.

“What is up with this thing?!” Tirred seethed as his crystal seemed to negatively interfere with Docile’s portal. To Tirred’s horror, he saw the backs of Sunna and Timmid’s heads before the portal closed where he landed!

“No!”

Tirred panted, eyes darting in fear. Docile was so gonna kill him for not making it on time!

Tirred took a breath. “Alright, crystal, work with me here…”

He rubbed it and noticed an even bigger crack than before.

“Please…just one more time…please take me to Earth…”

At last, a small hole appeared! Yes!

Tirred darted through it, flying through the night sky…and accidentally dropping his clown costume into a campfire below. Several guys flinched back as sparks and smoke flew in all directions.

“Alien!” one of them pointed at the screaming Tirred.

Tirred feared for his life…the fire coming closer and closer as he fell…but then he remembered that he was immune to mortal fire…and that would make those humans suspicious.

“To Docile, please!”

He rubbed the crystal again…

…flying through colorful clouds and spotting a sad Lute, Sera, and Exorcists mourning by a golden statue of their leader Adam.

“I regret to inform Heaven, that for the greater good, the Exterminations must continue,” said Sera somberly. “I wish Emily would understand…”

“Those demons will pay for what they’ve done!” Lute cried, holding up Adam’s golden guitar. “We will avenge his death and destroy that hotel once and for all! Demons can kiss redemption goodbye!”

Lute then spotted him and raised her spear…

“S**t!” Tirred cried.

He rubbed it again…

…narrowly avoiding the jaws of an eldritch monster in a watery world…

“Come on! To Earth, to Earth!” he screamed.

He rubbed the crystal as hard as he could…

…tumbling through the final hole and landing with a thud in a forest.

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The world blurred in and out of focus. Very dizzy…pain throbbing in his head…

Tirred slowly sat up, groaning. “Owww…..”

The world came back into focus. He stood up on shaky legs and spotted many straight pine trees around him. An owl hooted ominously on a branch. Above him in the clear starry sky, a white full moon illuminated the sky. A few bats screeched and flapped their wings across the sky.

“It’s Halloween, alright,” Tirred said. “Shit, where am I?”

Tirred paused. “Shit, shit, shit…hey I’m on Earth, it worked.”

Tirred looked down at his wrist…and his heart almost stopped. The crystal was now broken. Several pink pieces glinted on the grassy ground. His wrist was bare.

“No, no, no,” Tirred breathed, trying in vain to put the pieces back together.

Now there was no turning back.

“Docile! Where are you?” Tirred called. A lone wolf howled in response.

Tirred shivered in the dark as he tried to make his way through the trees. Though he could see in the dark much better than humans, he still felt incredibly lost.

Tirred brushed himself off. His outfit and face were covered in dirt. A few twigs got stuck in his black hair.

He stretched his white wings, and they were still intact.

“I shouldn’t have taken that fox’s crystal. Now I’m stuck in this pathetic Earth world. What if I can’t get back to Heaven? I don’t think I can stomach doing mortal jobs or eating mortal foods, gross…”

He brushed aside pine branches, trying to find any hint of a town or houses.

“Maybe if I die here, I’ll reappear back in Heaven. But then, I wouldn’t be able to go back to Earth…and I heard that dying many times can do a great damage on the body and…”

“RRRAAAGHH!” echoed a voice in the distance.

“Mind…” Tirred breathed softly, feeling goosebumps on his skin. Normally he wasn’t terrified of anything…but this night seemed especially unnerving. Even his wings felt too sore for him to lift.

Thankfully, Tirred had packed a holy knife with him.

“Great, now I get to kill a wild bear. Maybe Samael will be semi-impressed this time.”

The sound of heavy breathing rose up, darting through the forest. A shadow whizzed past.

Tirred feared he’d never see Timmid or his friends again.

Tirred’s eyes darted around. He wasn’t ready to become a bear’s meal. He had to get back to E.L.F. He moved quicker, maneuvering around the trees and nearly tripping over a log. Several crows cawed and flapped their wings as Tirred pressed onward.

After what felt like forever, Tirred finally came to a clearing. He looked ahead from behind a bush. There was a suburban neighborhood of houses, covered with Halloween decorations. Trick-or-treaters were out and about, munching on candy, tossing toilet paper into trees, lighting jack-o-lanterns and happily posing for selfies.

‘Guess I won’t need any disguise then,’ Tirred thought as he carefully stepped out onto the asphalt street.

Right away, there were two things that froze him with fear to the spot. One was the green and white street signs, one which read “666 South Maple Avenue.”

The other was a hunched figure several feet away to his left. The figure growled and stared straight ahead.

Tirred quietly stepped back, hoping the figure would not look his…

“BLITZO! DIE!”

Glowing eyes bore into Tirred’s soul, and the creature leapt right at him with an open mouth of sharp teeth.

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Meanwhile at 777 North Maple Avenue, the Docile Halloween party was in full swing. Spotlights glowed green, teal, and blue, as they swayed back and forth near the mansion. The mansion looked very similar to the one where Verosika’s party was hosted, except the windows were tinted teal and there was no liter on the lawn. Candles lined the stairs and a blue banner hung over the front door: “WE LOVE DOCILE, OUR HEAVENLY BOSS!”

Sully Serious was selling t-shirts with “LUV DOCILE,” “DOCILE DA GOAT,” “DOCILE FTW,” “E.L.F. ON THE SHELF!” and “DOCILE RULZ” on them with Docile’s smiling face.

Inside, Halloween music played, and angels of all kinds were dancing in Halloween costumes. There were costumes of vampires, monsters, ballerinas, ghosts, mummies, demons, and countless others. Many angels danced and wore shirts with “I LUV DOCILE,” “DOCILE DA BEST,” and “DOCILE PEACE 4 EVER” on them. Angels danced to “Thriller,” “Monster Mash,” “Spooky Scary Skeletons,” “This Is Halloween,” “Ghostbusters,” “Nightmare Night,” “I Put A Spell On You,” “Psycho Killer,” and even to Verosika’s “Over You.”

Several angels got drunk, but several gulps of nearby Holy Water sobered them up.

“Man, I wish we could help humans with this stuff,” one angel sighed, dressed like a pink succubus.

On a white tablecloth sat bottles of drinks from Haniel: Cloud Nine Wine, Bliss Booze, Holy Spirit, Throne’s Light, Jesus Juice, Blisskey Whiskey and Venusian Delights. Plus, there was apple cider, pumpkin juice and other non-alcoholic drinks. A magnificent cake was shaped like the white E.L.F. office, with “HAPPY DOCILE DAY!” written in blue. On top was a figure of a smiling posing Docile wearing a blue cape and holding a golden cross in his hand.

Outside, angels flew around and played various games: bobbing for golden apples, “Pin the Tail on the Demon”, carving jack-o-lanterns, and having a pumpkin pie-eating contest.

Docile appeared on the outdoor stage, with Timmid, Sunna, and Veronica by his side. Even Portal, the white Heavencat showed up. The stage was decorated with strings of teal lights. The blue curtains had bats and black cats on it, along with “DOCILE RULES!” in bold white letters. Another sign read “EMPLOYER OF THE YEAR!” An angelic band was in the background. One member had a drum set with a halo design on the drum, one had a white guitar with a harp shape to it, and another had a golden guitar with angel wings as part of the design.

“Thank you all for coming,” Docile said. “As we celebrate another year of E.L.F. working hard to save mortals, and to celebrate…well its founder, me!”

The crowd clapped.

“I’d like to thank my colleagues, Tirred, Timmid, and Sunna for their hard work and unwavering loyalty!”

Sunna and Timmid posed on the stage and did a few flips as the audience cheered. Docile pulled Veronica, Sunna, and Timmid into a hug.

“Get all the ladies, Docile!” Someone hollered with a wolf whistle.

“Um, thanks, but I’m asexual,” Docile mentioned, stuttering slightly.

“Tirred’s running late again,” Docile muttered, changing the topic. “Apologies.”

Docile then smiled at Veronica. The band strummed as Docile sang a song about Docile and E.L.F.s’ accomplishments. (“Humanity’s Angel”) A teal spotlight shone on him as he sang into the microphone.

“Saints, Winners, Thrones, Powers, Cherubs, Seraphims,

Angels of all kinds,

As we sing and frolic in paradise

Let us not forget

Our loving and incredible brethren

Living in the world under our feet…”

“Demons?!” asked an angel in the back.

“No! Humans!” Docile said, taken aback, the microphone making feedback noises. “And…the former if they can prove themselves.”

“Oh.”

Docile cleared his throat and hummed the song. “Ooooooh, oooooooh…”

“Humanity angel, na, na na, na na na,

Humanity angel, na, na na, na na na.” harmonized Veronica, Timmid, and Sunna.

“Once I was lonely.

I didn’t know what to do.

Making my day

Toiling every day

Thought my dream would never come true.”

“But then I saw the light.

Determined to do what was right.

Go beyond expectations.

Trust my sensations

Began to help men of all nations.”

“Humanity angel, na, na na, na na na,

Humanity angel, na, na na, na na na.

“Humanity angel, na, na na, na na na,

Humanity angel, na, na na, na na na.”

“Heaven and Earth both intertwined

An eternal dance so sublime

Humans below are divine like us

Make mistakes, eat cakes, shine like us.”

“All worlds should be as one

Love and laugh under the same sun.

Helping all people I can be…someone,”

(“Someone, someone…”)

“Cherish every child of God

Every form of life you see

Don’t let anyone hold you back

From your own divinity.”

“I Docile, with a smile

Shall dedicate my life to our good for a while.

My accomplishments in a list to compile.

The bigots who try to bring those down, so vile

They won’t stand a chance

(Won’t stand a chance…)”

“Now I sing this with style…”

Angels happily waved glowsticks in the air.

“Humanity angel, na, na na, na na na,

Humanity angel, na, na na, na na na.”

“I love you all like sisters and brothers…”

“He’s humanity’s angel,” sang Veronica, Sunna, and Timmid.

“Devoted to wellbeing like fathers and mothers…”

“He’s humanity’s angel,” sang Veronica, Sunna, and Timmid.

“If you can’t be anything else, be an angel…”

“Be humanity’s angel,” sang the three.

“If you can’t be anything else, be an angel…”

“Be humanity’s angel.”

“Humanity angel, na, na na, na na na,

Humanity angel, na, na na, na na na.

“Docile, Docile, Docile, Docile, Docile!”

Docile bowed and the crowd stood up and applauded. “Thank you everyone! Let’s keep enjoying ourselves! May God bless us all!”

Sunna looked worried as Docile left the stage. She spoke in a whisper. “Why hasn’t Tirred shown up, yet?”

Docile folded his arms. “He is supposed to be here. Even in a bad mood, he hasn’t missed a meeting. Probably running late on purpose again! He’s so not getting that raise!”

“Calm down, sir,” Sunna said. “He’s probably out pranking mortals again.”

Docile narrowed his eyes. “Of course! Just as I suspected. Bring him over.”

Sunna nodded and flew into the air. After several minutes, she rushed back down, worried.

“Sir! Tirred is in trouble!”

“In trouble with the mortals again? I’ll be sure to have a word…”

Sunna cupped his face. “No. Serious trouble. A demon has him!”

Docile’s blood turned cold. “What?!”

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Tirred was pinned to the ground, and a deranged figure was cackling above him.

Tirred looked up at the monster. He was dressed like a cowboy and wore tall black boots with red trim, torn white pants, a light gray jacket covering a navy-blue undershirt, and a red bandana around his neck. His long, pointed tail hissed like a rattlesnake and was covered with spikes and black stripes. He had white hair, jagged horns with black and white stripes and hypnotic eyes that glowed yellow. He had two small black hairs on either side that made a thin mustache from his pointed nose.

Striker.

Striker’s face and skin, once a tannish color, were now covered in painful white spots and scars from where the green fire burned him in the Greed Ring. His clothes were also worn and covered with black spots and holes.

Striker then paused. “Wait, you’re not Blitzo.” He grinned evilly. “Here to have me finish you off, Moxxie?”

“Moxxie?! I’m not…”

Tirred yelped as Striker dug into his white wings with his claws. Gold blood splattered. “You always were a weak little pussy. Blitzo could’ve done better without scum like ya!”

Tirred slapped Striker in the face and in response, Striker wrapped his tail around Tirred’s neck. Tirred struggled and waited for any human to notice. Instead, several kids casually filmed the fight with their cell phones.

“Blitzo will have no choice but to surrender to me and Crimson after he learns of your demise! I’ll be fucking rich!”

“Get off!” Tirred choked as he kneed Striker hard in the stomach. As Striker grimaced, Tirred bit his tail, causing him to let him go. Tirred slowly stood up at the same time as Striker. Black blood dripped from his tail, but just as quickly, it sprouted back intact.

“Filthy demon!” Tirred seethed, trying to hide his terror. He pulled out his holy knife with shaking hands.

“That the best you got?” Striker roared, kicking Tirred backwards. He fell to the ground and rolled to the right, barely avoiding Striker’s blessed-tipped knife. “I’ll cut your cheap wings off of ya!”

Tirred looked at the weapon with concern. How was a demon imp like him gaining access to a weapon that could kill any demon and any angel? If enough demons got such lucrative weapons, both Heavens would be in trouble…and maybe Earth as well…

“TELL ME WHERE BLITZO IS, MOXXIE!”

Tirred swiped at Striker with his knife, managing to slice off some of his white hair. He ran for his life as an angry Striker raced after him. Striker smashed pumpkins, knocked over candles and broke glass windows as he went. Little kids screamed and parents gasped as they carried the kids toward safety inside their homes.

With shaking arms, Tirred waved his staff in his other hand and magically put out the fires and repaired the windows.

But for every good deed, Striker inched closer. He held up one of his black pistols with angelic white light bands on it and fired it into the air. He laughed as more humans and kids screamed.

Just then, Tirred spotted the place he was looking for, the mansion where E.L.F. were hosting the party. He stretched out his wings, ready to fly…

“I’m done losin’ these fights!” Striker bellowed.

A strong kick to the back made Tirred gasp painfully for breath. He had fought demons a few times before, but this man was abnormally strong. He tumbled to the ground, Striker gripping his wrists.

“And after you’re gone, I’ll finish off Blitzo, and Stolas, AND EVERY FILTHY ROYAL THAT EXISTS IN HELL!”

Tirred managed to cut Striker on the arm with his knife, black blood dripping onto the blade. The imp seethed in pain, but only grew angrier. In response, Striker smacked Tirred’s head hard to the ground several times, causing black spots to dance across his vision. He could feel golden blood tricking down his cheek.

“Tirred! Tirred!”

Tirred paused and thought he heard the voices of Docile, Timmid and Sunna in the distance.

More children screaming and crying at the sight of Striker.

Striker turned around and spotted Timmid on the sidewalk, holding two kids dressed like devils with protective arms.

“But first…I think I’ll have a little MORTAL SNACK!”

The kids whimpered beside her, but Timmid held her ground in her princess outfit.

“S-scary goblin cowboy!” they cried. “Don’t eat us!”

Tirred forced open his eyes. Docile blocked Striker’s way, aiming his magic staff at him. With a swipe of his arm, the staff clanked out of Docile’s hands and rolled to the ground. A few punches and well-aimed kicks sent a stunned Docile off to the side.

The human kids screamed and ran in either direction as Striker jumped toward Timmid, knife posed and jaw open.

“NO!”

Timmid braced herself for the jaws of death…only to find someone teleporting in front of her…Tirred…

Tirred gasped as Striker sunk his teeth into his neck. The knife dug into his chest…

Timmid covered her mouth as Tirred tumbled to the ground. Golden blood spilled from his neck and chest. Striker chuckled evilly and raced off.

A wounded Tirred coughed on the ground. Timmid leaned over him.

“T-Tim,” Tirred said, gasping. “I-I’m sorry…”

“None of that,” Timmid said, as she and Docile placed their hands over him for healing.

“If I die…”

“You’re not going to,” Timmid assured. Light and energy hummed over Tirred.

“Timmid…I’ve wanted to tell you…I saw what you guys did…with the pumpkins. I’ve been such an ass all these years, always absorbed in myself and my issues. You, you don’t deserve someone like me…someone who’s stuck in thi…this war mindset all the time…I admire you…your beauty, your courage…how you’d never think twice about saving a human…or even a demon…”

Tears flowed down Timmid’s face. “Y-you saved my life. We may have gotten into fights, but we keep finding our way back together. And…despite you being a jerk, you never stop redeeming…I’ve missed you…”

“I-I-missed you too. D-d-don’t leave me…”

“I’m right here, Tirred, right here…”

And through the pain of the wound and the heat of the magic angelic energy pouring into him, Timmid’s soft kiss on his lips was the most sensational of all.

“Happy Halloween, Tim,” Tirred grinned, before his eyes rolled back and his head flopped to the side.

The light faded from their hands and the world was dark once more. The kids hurried back to their parents’ houses. No sound except the wind whistling through the red, yellow, and orange trees. Sunna appeared and lowered herself next to Timmid. Dark Halloween music played on a set of speakers outside a house.

Sunna spoke, “Is he…”

Docile waved a hand and the somber Halloween music stopped. “Of course not! He’s just unconscious. He’ll recover once we get him back to Heaven.”

Docile handed Tirred’s limp form to Sunna.

Docile then sighed. “Remind me never to host stupid parties like this again.” He waved his wrist and a portal back to the E.L.F. office appeared.

Sunna blinked in confusion but then turned around and walked through the portal. The portal closed after Sunna walked back through. Tirred’s Apology Tour was complete…for the moment.

Sunna then looked around with worry. “Where’s the demon?”

The three E.L.F. members looked on with horror as they rose up into the air. Striker was rushing and pouncing like an animal, up the street…

…straight toward the parked I.M.P. van with Blitzo inside!

Sunna gasped as she saw the mansion with pink spotlights where Verosika Mayday was hosting the anti-Blitzo party.

Sunna telepathically sent a message to the other angels, ‘Demonic intruder! One of my friends is down! Make sure he doesn’t crash the demon party next door!’

In flashes of light, several bi-pedal dove angels appeared before them. They were invisible to demons and humans, though could still be seen by the angels.

‘Oh no, the humans!’ thought Sunna.

The angels flew off around the neighborhood, watching over the humans to make sure they were safe. The angels used their magic to ease away the scary thoughts that had plagued the humans earlier. The humans smiled as the angels waved their hands, restoring the human parties to normal.

“He’s going to kill that imp that everyone at that party hates!” cried Sunna.

“I bet they’d all love to see that!” Docile remarked.

“His name is Blitzo!” said Sunna.

“Who just happens to be my biggest rival,” Docile scoffed. “And now we’re saving him?!”

“Yep.”

“So…we defeat a demon and save dozens more?” asked Timmid.

“Exactly!” Sunna grinned. “We’ll have to send him back to Hell. Hazbin Hell. I bet he came through the portal following those other demons!”

Docile sighed. “This is why there’s still debate on letting demons on Earth. But whatever it takes to keep the humans safe, I’ll help.”

“How are we going to send the cowboy back?” asked Timmid. “It’ll take too long for our Camaelean crystals to create a portal to Hazbin Hell!”

Sunna’s eyes glowed as she spotted several succubi in the front yard, with Asmodean crystals on their wrists.

“I’ve got it!”

Sunna teleported to the mansion and ducked her head. The two succubi were talking, and the crystal was just within reach.

‘Easy, Sunna…almost…’ She reached out her paw and slowly grasped it in her claws…

“Hey, cat!”

Sunna yanked it off the demon’s wrist and the succubi turned. “What are you doing?!”

Sunna chuckled nervously; her invisibility had worn off.

“Give my crystal back, thief!”

Sunna flipped over in the air, waving the Asmodean crystal. The Lust Ring appeared. Docile waved his staff from the sidewalk, sending the succubi through the hole with invisible force. The portal closed.

“Docile!” Sunna called, tossing the Asmodean crystal through the air. It slowly flew and spun, Docile reaching up to grab it. His hand wrapped around it as he jumped into the air, his wings holding him up. He looked down and saw Striker about to burst through the van window toward a sullen Blitzo…

He zoomed down and waved it in front of Striker. Miraculously, the hole opened to the Greed Ring.

Striker roared in protest before he tumbled back into Hazbin Hell. The portal closed.

Docile panted and realized that there were several demons staring at him.

“Oh, heh, don’t mind me…just…practicing my tricks to show how much I hate Blitzo!”

A pause.

Another pause.

“Cool dude,” smiled an incubus. “Spread the Blitzo hate!”

Docile stepped back and breathed a sigh of relief with Sunna and Timmid.

“That was too fucking close,” Docile breathed.

“Ooooh, you just swore again!” Sunna gasped.

“He’s not in Heaven, it’s fine,” Timmid mentioned.

“I can’t believe we just saved the founder of our rival company!” Docile gripped his face. “And almost lost Tirred! Oh, my party was a disaster this year!”

Timmid let out a small smile. “I think it was kinda fun this time.”

Docile blinked. “Really?”

“I mean, we fought an actual demon…well, Tirred did…and we survived! E.L.F. is back again!”

“Yeah, we did it!” Sunna smiled, licking her paw and picking up a bottle of Beelzejuice.

“What do we do now?” Timmid asked.

“I, for one, would love to go searching for more catnip candy!” Sunna exclaimed. “Also, we need more selfies to post on my blog about the human world. It’s so fascinating to be here.”

“I think we need to check on Tirred first,” mentioned Timmid.

“Good point,” said Sunna. “Docile, are you ready to…?”

She paused. Docile froze in the act, holding several Blitzo hate t-shirts in his arms.

“Dad?! Did you seriously buy all those?!”

“What? I had to!” Docile shrugged. “Gotta let others in Heaven know how vile and dangerous that imp is!”

Sunna narrowed her eyes, paws on her hips. “And to think you claim to be accepting of all races! We’re going back, now!”

Sunna dragged her adoptive father through the portal, Timmid following.

Docile protested as his colleagues dragged him through. “Wait, Sunny! I really wanna sing with Verosika about my hateful feelings about Blitzoooo!” The portal closed behind them. After Docile recovered, he put the pink Camaelean crystal and the orange Asmodean crystal in a safe spot in his office.

Tirred woke up and found himself in his bed with a smiling Docie, Sunna, and Timmid by his side. There was a banner on the wall which read, “Tirred The Hero!”

Tirred briefly thought he was in a dream. He showed a small smile. “What’s all this?”

Docile grinned. “We…figured it be about time you got some true recognition. I…haven’t really been appreciating you guys enough, so…congrats Tirred. Thanks for saving us.”

“Yeah…if you hadn’t gotten that broken crystal…” Timmid began. “Who knows what might have happened.”

Tirred smiled. “Wow…guys…I don’t know what to say…uh…”

“Say that I’ll give you that raise and go enjoy yourself.” Docile folded his hands together. “I’m sorry, too…for not trusting in you more, Tir.”

“Thank you, sir,” Tirred said, happy tears in his eyes. Timmid gave him a gentle hug.

“See, Tirred? You don’t need to go off searching for your destiny or family. You have one…right here.”

Tirred leaned down and bit into a delicious brown cake on a plate.

“Mmm…delicious. Angel food cake again?”

“Devil’s food cake,” Docile grinned and winked. “I know it’s not allowed but…it’s Halloween and it’s Docile day…I can make exceptions.”

Soon, all the E.L.F. members were enjoying the Devil’s food cake, bonding and recovering from the experience.

“Say, Docile,” Tirred grinned. “Wanna prank some humans at a haunted house next year?”

Docile winked. “Who said anything about next year?”

To Tirred’s delight, about an hour later, all four angels found themselves back on Earth at a haunted house. They roared at the touring teens and kids with their natural dark teal elf faces and sharp teeth. Many of the mortals screamed, then laughed.

“Great costumes, guys!” they praised, handing out candy. The angels stuffed their faces rather un-holy-like.

“Say, we should do this ‘pranking mortals thing’ more often,” Docile smiled as the people left.

“Who are you and what have you done with Docile?” Timmid laughed, chocolate around her mouth.

“Still,” said Sunna, “I think we should give worthy mortals a blessing and allow their loved ones in spirit to visit them.”

“Wholeheartedly agree,” said Docile. “Though perhaps it should include everyone, not just the worthy.”

“Yes. In both Heaven and Hell!” said Timmid, hope in her eyes.

Docile paused. “Still working on the ‘Hell,’ part.” He posed with a grin, eyes appearing on his white angel wings.

“Alright, gang,” he called, eyes glowing, voice turning angelic. “Let’s give some humans an awakening!”

They happily burst through the castle-like roof and into the air, morphing into their higher angelic forms, letting out eerie choir-sounding yells and zooming off in silhouettes against the full moon.

#heavenlyboss #apology tour

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toxic-nugget · 1 year ago

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I finished my angels series, each one of them is a prince of his own choir. In order:

Metatron, the celestial scribe (Prince of Seraphim) Gabriel, he who is over paradise (Prince of Cherubs) Raziel, keeper of secrets (Prince of Thrones) Zadkiel, angel of mercy (Prince of Dominions) Raphael, the rescuer (Prince of Virtues) Camael, angel of peaceful relationships (Prince of Powers) Haniel, source of all joy (Prince of Principalities) Michael, general in God's army (Prince of Archangels) Uriel, master of knowdlege (Prince of Angels)

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#oc #my art #digital art #digital drawing #ne:r #angels #open commissions #commissions open

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emptymanuscript · 1 year ago

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You know, with all the insufficient amount of soulcollage I do, I should make a card for the part of my brain that just spits up story bits.

Like, what AM I supposed to do with:

"I admit that God in heaven is everybody's God. But I am a nobleman, sir. My thrice great grandfather came to this shore with William the Conqueror. That a nobleman should bow to the same prophets - yes, I say prophets - as some savage from the inaptly named Holy Land is preposterous. Let lesser men awe at myths and superstitions from Jerusalem and Mecca. I will stoop for nothing but the witnessed truth. My God is the one God and His Prince is my Prince: Mikheil of Colchis whose miracles I have witnessed with my own eyes."

:/ Sacrifices to the gods of Ink and Pixel, I guess. I don't even have an image in my head of who's giving the speech. My brain is instantly supplying that Mikheil is a vampire posing as an angel, though, so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Like, I can guess my mind is trying to slap together Orphites from my long abandoned Camael and the Stranger and the idea of Henri of Avignon, the second coming, from Harry Turtledove's In High Places. But that doesn't help much either. Why you do, brain? What you want?

#sacrifices to the gods of ink and pixel #writeblr #my own work #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#soulcollage

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ourguardianangels · 7 years ago

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Menadel Guardian Angel Born September 18 to 23

Menadel on the spiritual level is a step in the ladder leading to Chavakiah. Even under his guidance, therefore, the person is driven to undertake an arduous work of reflection on himself. Menadel inspires awe also to the mystics, because he is (the foreman) of the Divine Factory, as the representative of the leader (in this case – since in his choir he dispenses the energies of Mars, of the…

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#Angel Menadel #days #Divine Factory #everyday life #love #Menadel Prayer #people born #Popular Prayer #Prince Camael #spiritual

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sonofanumbranwitch · 4 years ago

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P5S Seven Heavenly Virtues PT.2. Ango Natsume and The Jail of Charity.

So I got enough, which is to say any, interaction on my first post to keep going with this project. For those of you reading this I’m reimagining the Monarchs from Persona 5 Strikers to theme themselves around the Seven Heavenly Virtues instead of the Seven Deadly Sins because I think it’s more interesting and a more fitting thematically

And our next target is Ango “Camael” Natusume and his Jail of Charity. Again the nucleus of his story remains the same. But we’re going to draw more attention to that rumor he started. He tells the public he started writing his story for a sick girl in the hospital only now he’s playing it up way more. He encourages people to donate to his books because a portion of this profit will go to medical research and other charities.

But of course this is a lie, as he’s just funneling the funds back into his own pockets to add to his already growing wealth.

Only made worse but the fact that his book is just a bunch of plagiarized cliches that even by early 2000s standards were growing stale. I’m talking the overlord gets a harem of boring one dimension girls, the fearsome four are even more over the top but simultaneously boring, the overlord himself is just every generic anime protagonist you’ve ever seen.

His jail remains largely the same but now the evil Overlord is taxing the poor people and our Chosen Heroes must rise up to stop the vial tyrant once and for all. Imagine a slightly more intimidating looking version of Prince John from Disney’s Robin Hood.

When our thieves confront him Yusuke is still front and center for this jail. He can’t help drawing the lines between Natsume, Madarame , and even himself. He sees the plagirism of Madarame but also his own struggles to support him self finacially as an artist.

“You said that money would be going to a good cause!” Yusuke Shouts

“I AM the good cause.”

“What?”

“Think about it. Do you think those people really care about their money being used for medical research or charity. No. They just want the boost to their egos that donating gives them. It’s a win win situation. They get to feel good about themselves, and I get to fill my pockets. What’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong is that you deceived those people. You took their money, and their desires. All under the guise of altruism. And to add insult to injury you disgraced your own art in the process! You are unfit to call yourself an artist of any kind!”

Ango’s trauma now isn’t revolved around his grandfather’s reputation and the expectation there of. Instead we learn he was a struggling author who couldn’t get his work published. There were nights he had to go without food just to pay rent. Eventually he would have to beg on the streets for help, only to be ignored by the passerbys. When he became a monarch he vowed he would never go back to that life of poverty.

The boss form is mostly the same except now his dragon form is similar to this, particularly the two head bit to show Natsume’s two faced nature with his charity.

“I was so cold, so hungry, for so long. I can’t go back to that life!”

“You don’t have to! I understand, the life on an artist is one that is full of struggle. But even in the face of adversity you can not kneel. Stand up Natsume. Find the passion that led you to want to become a writer. Pour that passion into your work and write a novel that will change the hearts of those around the world.”

Natsume was one of the better Jail’s to begin with IMO. So I didn’t feel the need to change that much. Just adding in some embellishment and detail to drive the themes and ideas more in line with my ideas. Namely that Natsume represents the fears that pretty much all artists and creatives have at some point or another. That they’ll be unable to support themselves, and their work will go unrecognized. But even in the face of those hardships, if you are truly passionate about what you do, you can persevere.

#Persona 5 #persona 5 strikers #Persona 5 monarchs #seven heavenly virtues #akira kusuru #ren amamiya #p5 joker #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #yusuke kitagawa #makoto niijima #futaba sakura #haru okumura #ango natsume #witchcraft

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dressupheart · 3 years ago

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here i go, word vomiting about my ocs. the spn stuff is glossed over, in favor of their main canon stuff.

so there's camael (cv: hikaru midorikawa). he's an archangel, got fed up with the politics in heaven and fucked off to earth around the time the egyptians were building the step pyramid. he's spent thousands of years evading his brothers, observing humanity and ignoring the calls to come back to heaven.

belial (cv: yuma uchida) is a fallen archangel and now a prince of hell. she once was held in high regard, but her need for her brother lucifer's approval led to her listening to him, and her eventual fall from heaven along with him (and their brother azazel but fuck that guy). after a few thousand years she got tired of lucifer screwing her over, and roamed the earth instead. she stayed hidden, but one day camael found her. he almost killed her, but she pleaded with him to calm down and listen. camael finally agreed to let her tag along, she was still his big sister and he always respected her, so they stayed on earth.

as time passed, belial kept them safe. she is very proficient in magic, having created many spells and perfected a warding spell to keep them off of michael's radar. they continued to watch over humans in the shadows, never meddling in historic events.

fast forward to present day (well more like 2008), belial wanted to do something with her time. she has a love of books, so opened a book store.

they both blended somewhat seamlessly into human society, especially camael who found he enjoys dumb pop culture facts and gaming.

belial waited a couple years to see if her shop would be a success, then she decided to open a cafe. a few of her employees had mentioned their roommate, who was an excellent baker and chef. enter haru (cv: mamoru miyano).

haru is fairly chill, funny and very likable. good looks and a very talented self-taught baker. once he and camael meet, the confident and charming archangel is shaken. haru's sparkling aura and radiance is something camael has never seen before, and he's enamored.

eventually, another angel appears. sofiel (cv: tbd) is much younger than belial and camael, only a few hundred years old. she managed to find camael when he was out buying a new game, outside of the range of belial's warding. she was tasked in bringing him home, and was very offended that he refused. she's horrified to know camael is associating with belial, as she was very familiar with what happened when lucifer fell and took some of his siblings with him. it takes her a while to believe that belial is done with lucifer, and eventually warms up to her.

there's several other human characters that work in the book shop and cafe that i'm figuring out. these humans are aware of what belial and camael are. haru doesn't find out for a few months after he was hired, i'm still piecing that together.

belial also has a lieutenant who shows up later on. her name is murmur, and she is an ancient horror who takes the form of a small child. she's an expert at mental manipulation, and she knows when someone has ill intent. she also lulls people in with her cuteness, and talks shit about angels.

there's also some spn verse stuff...

everything is pretty much the same, except that sofiel appears after the angels fell.

the bulk of the spn verse is post series, where jack comes to enlist belial's help. he knows she has a spell that can open a portal to the empty, he wants to free the angels and demons and return them to heaven and hell respectively.

in terms of appearance, i've worked out camael and belial. if i could draw it would be easier lmao

camael's human form/vessel hasn't changed since the old kingdom. he's tan, lean and muscular with long black hair and amber eyes. he favors wearing pop culture/band/gamer shirts with a flannel or a hoodie and jeans or yoga pants with well worn converse sneakers or boots. he has eyes tattooed all over his body, along with three pairs of wings along his back and neck. he has his weapons on display in his office, out of camera range. he's a successful streamer and does a lot of charity streams. he's loud and dramatic, and he is very confident.

belial is small and cute, with long dark brown hair, straight bangs and lilac eyes. in the spn verse, her vessel was a japanese pop star who was killed in an accident. she has books where she keeps track of the spells she's created, some date back to ancient times. these are her most prized possessions, and she keeps them hidden from prying eyes. her true form is different from the other denizens of hell (she doesn't like being classified as a demon, even though she was used as a template by lucifer to create demons). she retains her angelic true form, but it's almost been inverted in terms of colors. her wings once glowed in iridescent light, now they're smoke and ash. her rings were silver and gold and made beautiful sounds, now they're tarnished and rusty, and they sound more like nails on a chalkboard. the shimmer of stardust that used to surround her is now flickering flames.

that's all for now, i'll post more stuff and probably keep the bean's ocs tag.

#bean mumbles #bean's ocs

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malusart · 4 years ago

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This is one of the colorful diagrams from Jean Thenaud’s Traité de la Cabale chrétienne (c. 1521). At the top we see the Pythagorean Tetraktys, traditionally of 10 dots arranged in 4 rows, but here with the dots replaced by the Hebrew Tetragrammaton, surrounded by choirs of angels. One group of angels looks like a wheel, so may perhaps be an allusion to the order of Ophanim (Wheels), who appeared in the vision of Ezekiel 1:15.

Below is a diagram of the cosmos with the concentric bands of the 7 heavens of the planetary spheres. Moon at the center, linked with the archangel Gabriel, moving outwards through the other planetary archangel pairings:

Mercury - Michael

Venus - Haniel

Sun - Raphael

Mars - Camael

Jupiter - Aderiel (normally Zadkiel)

Saturn - Zapkiel

Encircling these are the signs of the fixed stars of the Zodiac, together with their respective angels:

Aries - Malchidael

Taurus - Asmodel

Gemini - Ambriel

Cancer - Muriel

Leo - Verchiel

Virgo - Hamaliel

Libra - Zuriel

Scorpio - Barchiel (a mistake, it should be Barbiel)

Sagittarius - Advachiel

Capricorn - Hanael

Aquarius - Gambiel (usually Cambiel)

Pisces - Barchiel

Finally, in the outermost band, is Mettraton (usually Metatron), who stands at the top of the Tree of Life as the Angel of Yahweh. He is called ‘The Prince of the Countenance’, the chief of the angles who look upon the face of God.

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inevitably-ineffable-husbands · 1 year ago

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Anonymous asked:

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☑️ Camael (he who sees god, Angel of war, who created god's vision of the universe, classically depicted with wine)

(✅️) Lucifer/Satan, Prince of Hell

☑️ Raphael, Archangel of Healing

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AHHH Nonny you’re so kind hahah. It was ArchAngels, or “Who is Crowley” theories! AH. I should have got that first one since it’s DIRECTLY referencing my own Crowley Angel Meta! UGH. Thank you!! I really was stumped with this one, it was fun <3

👋💖💖💖

👁🪖🌌 🍷

😈(👑🔥)

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hint: (❓️📉🐍)

CIPHER NONNY!

Oh GOSH you got me stumped here!!

Hmmmm:

See army sea wine?

Devil (queen fire? King of Hell)? So Satan then?

I think that the medical symbol, but it also looks close to Crowley's tat.

HINT: (Something going down with a snake)?

Hmmmmmmm I wanna say this might have something to do with Crowley or demons? Ahhhhhhhhhh.

Anyone have some ideas??

#reblog #codes and ciphers #chatting with nonnies #happy posts #archangel crowley #go theories #light spoilers

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marcella-delaney · 4 years ago

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Archangels Master List

Zoroastrianism

Spenta Mainyu - "Bountiful Spirit"

Asha Vahishta - "Highest Truth"

Vohu Mano - "Righteous Mind"

Khshathra Vairya - "Desirable Dominion"

Spenta Armaiti - "Holy Devotion"

Haurvatat - "Perfection" or "Health"

Ameretat - "Immortality"

Kabbalist Judaism

Metatron

Raziel (a.k.a. Jophiel)

Tzaphkiel

Tzadkiel

Khamael

Raphael

Haniel

Michael

Gabriel

Sandalphon

Roman Catholicism

Michael - "Who is like God?"

Gabriel - "God is my Strength"

Raphael - "God Heals"

Eastern Orthodoxy

Michael - as above

Gabriel - as above

Raphael - as above

Uriel - "God is my Light"

Sealtiel - "Intercessor of God"

Jegudiel - "Glorifier of God"

Barachiel - "Blessed by God"

Jerahmeel - God's Exaltation"

Coptic Orthodoxy

Michael - as above

Gabriel - as above

Raphael - as above

Suriel - "Prince of God"

Zedekiel - "Grace of God"

Sarathiel - unknown

Ananiel - "Rain of God"

Ethiopian Orthodoxy

Michael - as above

Gabriel - as above

Raphael - as above

Uriel - as above

Phanuel - "Face of God"

Raguel - "Friend of God"

Ramuel/Remiel - "Thunder of God"

Mainline Protestantism

Michael - as above

Gabriel - as above

Raphael - as above

Uriel - as above

Chamuel/Camael - "Wrath of God"

Jophiel - "Spy of God"

Zadkiel - "Grace of God"

Latter-Day Saint Movement

Michael - Adam in his mortal life

Gabriel - Noah in his mortal life

Raphael - unknown

Islam

Gabriel - angel of revelation

Michael - angel of mercy

Raphael - angel of judgement

Azrael - angel of death

Source: Wikipedia

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jesatria · 4 years ago

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Fic: Simple Pleasures, Chap 5

Title: Simple Pleasures Fandom: Kushiel’s Legacy Characters: Isidore d’Aiglemort, Anne Livet Pairings: Isidore/Anne Word Count: 4,611 Rating: NC-17 Summary: The story of Isidore d’Aiglemort & the gardener’s daughter of Lombelon. WIP. Disclaimer: I do not own Kushiel’s Legacy. This is only for fun & no profit is being made from it.

Previous Chapters:

1. The Visit

2. Desire

3. The Harvest Festival

4. Triumph

Chapter 5: Gifts

I’d been Isidore’s lover for nearly three years when my father’s health failed for the final time. It had never fully recovered from his previous bout of fever and it was a hard winter that year. It wasn’t a shock, since his health had been delicate and he was not young, but the loss was a hard one. The grief seemed overwhelming, made worse by the lack of work to do. Had it been spring or summer, I’d have thrown myself into my work in the gardens, though it would’ve reminded me of my father. Instead all I could do was go about my ordinary chores, which weren’t enough to keep me from dwelling on my loss. Our room—my room now—felt too cold and empty.

I found myself trying to avoid spending time there. I joined Marcel in bed frequently and he would hold me afterward and comfort me when I cried. But even when I lay in his arms, head resting on his chest, I couldn’t help but think of Isidore. I wondered where he was and what he was doing, hoping his winter had been better than mine. Was he in the City or Camlach? If he was in the City, he could easily sneak away when the weather allowed for it.

A month had passed since my father was laid to rest when Isidore returned to Lombelon. My spirit soared at the sight of him. He was hardly inside before he pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me gently. Tears welled up in my eyes. “I’m so glad you’re here,” I breathed.

He drew back and regarded me with concern. “You are not yourself. Has somewhat happened?”

“My father…” it was difficult to force the words out, “my father… passed away a month ago,” I managed to say.

“Oh Anne, I’m so sorry,” he murmured, embracing me. “I know how close you were to him.”

Somewhat broke in me at those words and the tears I’d tried to suppress flowed. I buried my face in the velvet of his doublet, my tears soaking into the rich fabric. Isidore said nothing, only stroked my hair. I’d not bothered to put it in my usual braid. He was wonderfully solid in my arms and I soaked up the comfort he offered like a tree drew water from the earth. We remained as we were until my sobs subsided. Slowly, I raised my head to meet his dark eyes. “Could we go somewhere more private?” We were standing in the entry hall and it was hardly an ideal location for a conversation such as this. Isidore led me to the master suite. Instead of making straight for the bedroom, we settled on the sofa in the sitting room. I couldn’t help but shiver—no one had come in to light a fire yet.

“Cold?” Isidore asked. I nodded. He rose from the sofa and began adding wood to the fireplace.

“You don’t need to do that, I can take care of it,” I said, rising to my feet.

Isidore pointed to the sofa. “Sit.” His tone wasn’t stern, but it was clear there would be no further argument. I wondered if this was how he was with his soldiers. I sat back down on the sofa and smoothed my apron. It wasn’t long before a fire was burning in the fireplace. Isidore sat beside me and put an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. “Was it sudden?” he asked, voice soft.

“No.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “He had been ill for a long time. Since before I met you, in fact. He’d had a bad bout of fever that winter and never fully recovered from it.”

“I’m sorry,” Isidore repeated, stroking my hair. “He was a good man. I wish I could’ve known him better.”

“Thank you.” I leaned against his shoulder. “It was just the two of us for a long time, ever since my mother died. I was a small child then, so my father raised me on his own.”

Isidore continued to stroke my hair, the motion serving to calm me. My eyes closed in contentment. He startled me when he spoke again. “That is another thing we have in common.”

I lifted my head from his shoulder and met his dark eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean we both lost our mothers at a young age,” he replied. “I was very young when mine died.”

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” He gave a small nod. “My mother died when I was six years old. She worked beside my father in the gardens. I remember she liked to sing as she worked and sometimes Father would join in.” I smiled a little at the memory. “I wish I could remember her better.”

“You’re fortunate that you have those memories,” Isidore said. “I can scarcely remember my mother. My father rarely spoke of her after she died. Thinking on it now, I suppose he took her death hard. He never remarried, despite being a Duc and therefore a top marriage prospect.”

It was surprising how alike our family situations were. I never would’ve guessed it. “My father was the same—he never remarried.” A sudden, fresh wave of sadness struck me after sharing that with Isidore. I’d never thought much about it, my father’s choice not to marry again. I’d never even asked him about it. Was it that he simply never met anyone else, or was it that he chose to devote himself to his work and caring for me? I tended to think it was the latter.

“Sometimes I wish my father had remarried.” Isidore’s voice stirred me from my thoughts. “I never had anyone like a mother in my life. Father was frequently called away whenever the Skaldi managed to breach the border defenses and then he sent me away to foster with the Shahrizai.”

“He sent you to foster with the Shahrizai?” That explained how he knew Lady Shahrizai well enough for her to gift him Lombelon.

“Yes, for three years.”

“What was that like? It must’ve been… different for you.” My interactions with the Shahrizai were very limited, but I could tell they were rather different from Camaelines.

He looked away, contemplating his answer. “Quite different. Kushiel and Camael are not alike, for all that they are the harshest of the Companions.” His face took on a distant expression. “I heard one of the Shahrizai say once that the scions of Kushiel are a dark mirror in which our own dark desires are reflected. It makes others wary of them.”

That I understood. “Were you wary of them?”

“In the beginning, yes, I was wary of them,” he admitted. “I’d spent most of my time in Camlach before then and the entire world of the court was foreign to me.”

I could easily picture him looking completely out of place among the Shahrizai. “Why did your father send you to foster with them?”

Another pause. “I can’t say for sure. He never told me his reasons. I suppose he wanted to foster ties with another province aside from those bordering Camlach. That, and give me the sort of court education only the Shahrizai could provide.” There was a note of amusement in his voice. “The lot of them are born courtiers.”

“And did they succeed in making you a courtier?” I asked, grinning.

“Well, I’d hardly describe myself as a courtier but yes, they did manage to instill some degree of courtly elegance in me.”

I gave him a small smile. “I can certainly see the elegance.” Elegance, yes, and efficiency as well. He was not one for wasted movement. “It’s the courtier part I’m having trouble seeing. Not that I have my experience of such things—I just can’t see you as some idle lordling spending his days in the palace and his nights at the Night Court.”

He laughed lightly. “It’s not my world, but I can navigate it well enough when the need arises. I owe some credit to the Shahrizai for that.” Another pause; I felt him tense slightly. “They, and Prince Baudoin. He’s quite the courtier himself.”

“So you’ve told me. I do have to wonder how you’ve remained friends with him for so long when you seem to be such opposites.”

“A question I’ve been asking myself more and more frequently as of late,” he replied. “We were introduced as children by our families. Such things are common among the nobility. I suppose my father saw it as an opportunity to foster closer ties with House Trevalion. To be perfectly honest, I enjoyed his company more when I was younger than I do now.”

I leaned more into his shoulder, the fine fabric of his doublet pressing into my cheek. “That’s only natural. You grow older and you realize that perhaps you had less in common with an old friend than you thought,” I offered. It had happened to me on a couple of occasions. Some of those former friends now regarded me with bitter jealousy.

“Yes, I would say that is true, among other things. His antics were considerably more amusing when we were younger. Believe me, being called Izzy repeatedly after telling him not to multiple times wore thin very quickly.”

I failed to stifle a laugh as I sat up with a start. “Prince Baudoin calls you Izzy?”

“Unfortunately yes. When he’s drunk, mostly. He either doesn’t remember after I tell him not to use it or simply doesn’t care. No one would call Baudoin considerate.” There was annoyance in his voice, but his dark eyes held a hint of amusement. “I eventually gave up and resigned myself to it.”

“Where did that nickname even come from?” I pondered. “You are not in any way an Izzy.”

“Somewhere from Baudoin’s wine-addled mind. No one else has ever called me that.”

“And I assure you I won’t call you Izzy when we’re in bed, or any other time.”

He laughed, then turned to face me. “I’m glad to see you smiling, Anne. I imagine there’s been precious little of that lately.”

“Yes,” I said softly, laying my head on his shoulder once more. “You being here, it helps.”

“I’m sorry I was unable to be here sooner. Matters kept me in the City, with the Longest Night and my own natality not long after…”

“Your natality?” He’d never mentioned it, not once in the years we’d been lovers. Was he the sort who preferred not to have a fuss made of it? I’d never thought to ask him.

“Yes. It was last week.”

“Oh. You should’ve said something; we could’ve had a celebration.”

He waved a hand dismissively. “There’s no need for that, Anne. I’ve had my fill of revelry recently, with spending the Longest Night in the City.”

“That may be, but I’d still like to give you a gift.”

“There is no need for you to do that.” The beginning of a smile formed at the corners of his mouth. “Given the difference in our stations, it is fitting that I be the one to give you the gifts.”

He’d done exactly that during his last visit. It had been late autumn, when winter’s chill had just begun to creep into the air and he saw fit to give me a fine new cloak of rich velvet lined with soft fur. Along with it came a pair of warm gloves, which I sorely needed. “That brown cloak of yours is looking a bit worse-for-wear. I thought you could do with a new one,” he’d said when he presented it to me. I’d accepted the gifts gladly—he’d chosen well to give me practical items. Most men would give their lovers jewels. Not that I’d turn down jewelry if he ever gave me any, but a cloak was far more useful. “That may be true, but I’d like to give you somewhat anyway,” I insisted.

He raised an eyebrow. “Any other woman who was the lover of a Duc would be happy to accept the gifts and not insist on giving in return.” His hand tightened on my arm. “In truth, your presence is enough of a gift.”

“So is yours,” I whispered.

That night, I clung to him more than I was known to do, as if to reassure myself that he was truly there and wouldn’t disappear to leave me alone once more. He responded by holding me tight against him. When morning came, I was reluctant to leave the protective circle of his arms.

Throughout the day, I gaze more thought to a gift for Isidore. He was right that most women in my position would’ve been content to accept their lovers’ gifts and not think to give anything in return. But somewhat within me was uncomfortable with him being so generous to me and my not returning the favor. I suppose it had to do with wanting to feel like I was useful and our relationship wasn’t one-sided in that way. I brought it up again while we dined together that evening.

“I thought some more on our conversation last night, about gifts,” I began once we’d finished eating.

He raised a silver eyebrow. “Oh?”

“I was thinking I might cook somewhat for you.”

He eyed me, incredulous. “You would cook our meals?”

“No, not exactly—I hardly have the time for that. But I thought I might cook some dish for you. I’m a decent cook, if I do say so.”

I expected him to protest further, but instead the corners of his mouth moved upward into the beginning of a smile. “Then I shall have to think on what I’d like you to make for me.”

Isidore took his time, for it was nearly a week before he told me what he’d chosen.

“Quiche? I confess I’m not familiar with it. What kind of dish is it?”

He glanced away, studying the curtains as if they’d suddenly become interesting. “I forgot you’d not be familiar with it here—it’s a Camaeline dish. I can choose somewhat…”

“What’s in it?”

“Eggs and cream, usually with bacon, sometimes mushrooms or other vegetables, baked in a pastry crust.”

I had to own it sounded tasty, somewhat like an omelette save for the pastry crust. “Is it a common Camaeline dish?”

“Very much so. It’s rather versatile, so it might be served at different meals.”

“I’ll have to ask Thèrese if she’s familiar with it.”

Thèrese, it turned out, had heard of it. As befitting a cook, she owned a cookbook containing recipes from all over Terre d’Ange. She recalled seeing a recipe for quiche in the book but had never attempted it herself. The recipe itself was fairly straightforward and I felt confident I could handle it. I’d made both omelettes and filled pastries before—fruit tarts are a common dessert when we have fresh fruit at hand.

I found myself eagerly looking forward to making the quiche. Not just for Isidore’s sake, but for my own. I am fond of cooking and trying a new recipe was an exciting challenge. I didn’t often get the chance to do so—generally I was limited to what we grew ourselves or could buy in the village, which didn’t allow for much variation. My meals with Isidore were rather richer than what I usually ate, quite a welcome change.

Our kitchen is not terribly large and it is not uncommon for us to bump into each other when there are too many people in the room. I was sure to gather all the quiche ingredients and secure a section of the counter for myself before the dinner preparations were fully underway. The pastry dough was not difficult to make—I’d made it before, for pies and tarts. Neither was whisking together the eggs and crème fraîche. The recipe was not overly complex or hard to follow. When I was done, I was reasonably confident I’d produced something like to the recipe’s intention. I hoped Isidore wouldn’t judge it too harshly, since he knew what a quiche was supposed to taste like.

When it was time for dinner, I tried my best to hide my nervousness as our meal was brought to the dining room. I’d not told Isidore I was making the quiche today, so it’d be a surprise. Indeed, his eyebrows rose once he spotted it. “I see you made my quiche.”

“I hope it lives up to expectations.”

He wasted no time and cut himself a piece before I could see to it. I watched, nervousness growing as he took a bite. A tense moment passed. “Very good,” he said after what felt like an eternity. “It tastes much like the quiche I’ve had in Camlach.”

I let out a small breath and smiled. “Well, that’s quite a relief. You’ve no idea how nervous I’ve been about it.”

An eyebrow quirked upward. “Nervous? I never would’ve guessed.” He cut another piece and offered it to me. “Try it, Anne. You went through enough extra work to make it for me; it’s only fair that you should enjoy it too.”

I was about to protest, to insist it was a gift for him, but my protests died away when he set a piece in front of me. With no further hesitation, I took a bite. It was as if someone had added the egg mixture of an omelette to a pastry crust instead of cooking it in a pan, but the quiche was richer than any omelette I’d eaten. “This is good!” I exclaimed. The bacon was a very tasty addition.

“I’m glad you like it. I often find myself missing it when I’m away from home. Now I can enjoy it while I’m here.”

“It’d be my pleasure to make it for you whenever you like.” Between the two of us, we ate the entire thing.

“Shall we go upstairs?” I suggested once the meal was over.

“I have somewhere else in mind,” he replied.

“And where might that be?” I couldn’t think of where else he’d want to go. The master suite was the best place for what we meant to do.

“I’ve a mind to see where you live when I’m not here. If you don’t mind showing me, that is.”

I blinked several times, taking in his words. “No, I don’t mind—it’s just I can’t fathom why you’d want to see our… my room.”

“Call it simple curiosity.”

“The master suite is much more comfortable,” I said, still skeptical.

“We can always retire there afterward.”

“All right, I can see you’re quite set on the idea.” It wasn’t that I was against Isidore seeing my room in principle, it was only that I knew it was plain and shabby compared to what he was used to. The thought of him seeing it embarrassed me a bit. I tried not to let it show as I led him to my room and unlocked the door. It was dark inside, as no one had come to light a fire for the evening. I hastily lit a candle, then saw to the fire. Once there was enough light to see by, Isidore stepped inside. “I’ve not had time to tidy in here today,” I said, watching him take in the fireplace, the table and chairs, the window looking out onto the gardens, the bed. His gaze lingered a moment on the cloak he’d given me, hanging on a peg by the door. Then he noticed the three books on the nightstand.

“You have books?”

“Yes. You could say two are heirlooms of a sort. Our family copy of the Eluine Cycle and a classic L’Agnacite treatise on gardening.”

“A treatise on gardening. Why am I not surprised?” he remarked, grinning.

“It’s quite useful. Not as useful as practical experience, but still worth having,” I told him. “The last one is a botanical text listing flowers, herbs, and vegetables and what kind of care they need.”

“I can see how that would be helpful for you.”

I picked up the book. “My father and I had the most common ones memorized, but there are times when the book is necessary.” I opened it and flipped to a random page. A drawing of lavender was accompanied by a detailed information about the plant, such as how much sunlight and water it preferred. I showed it to Isidore. He looked over the page, his gaze lingering longest on the illustration.

“I confess I was unaware such books existed.”

“How do you think we learn how to care for so many different plants?” I asked with a smile.

“I figured you learn by experience.”

“Well, that’s part of it too. I learned a great deal of what I know about gardening from watching my father and working beside him.” I placed the book back on the nightstand and picked up the Eluine Cycle. “This has been in our family for many generations.” I flipped open the book and pointed to a list of names written inside the cover. My name was the last on the list. “When a new child is born into our family, we write the name here.”

His dark eyes migrated to my name. “I can see this one means a great deal to you.”

“Yes. My parents used to read to me from it before I went to bed each night.” I’d always looked forward to it, and not only the parts about Elua and Anael. The notion of Elua and his Companions wandering the world and then eventually coming to Terre d’Ange captured my imagination as a child. I always enjoyed accompanying my parents to the temples or our small shrine to make offerings.

“That sounds rather more pleasant than being educated in religion by our household’s priest of Camael.”

There was a priest of Camael in the village who tended to his shrine. I’d seen him a few times, but we’d never had cause to interact. “I take it he was a stern fellow?”

“You could say that. I’ve rarely met a priest of Camael who wasn’t at least a bit stern, and I’m the sovereign Duc of Camlach.”

I laughed at that. “Do you see many of them?”

“More than I’d care to, were I given a choice in the matter,” he replied. At my puzzled look, he continued, “They accompany armies on the battlefield.”

“They must bless the army before you fight, just as the priests of Anael bless the fields before the spring planting,” I reasoned.

He nodded. “Soldiers are a superstitious lot. Not quite as superstitious as sailors, to be sure, but enough that many regard it as unlucky to go to battle without receiving Camael’s blessing.”

“I think I’d feel the same if I were a soldier.” I sat at the table, which was considerably more cluttered than it would normally be. In my grief I’d neglected it. “Please, feel free to sit.”

He took a seat in the chair opposite mine, taking a moment to study this part of the room more closely. I watched as he took in the cabinets, the chair beside the fire, my sleeping pallet in the corner near the fireplace. “Is that where you sleep?”

“Yes.”

His gaze flicked briefly to the bed on the other side of the room. “I take it the bed belonged to your father, then?”

I nodded. “I… haven’t been able to bring myself to sleep in it, though it’s mine now.” All I’d managed to do was change the sheets after my father had passed and I’d tried my best to ignore it since.

Somewhat smouldered in Isidore’s dark eyes. He laid a hand over mine and comfort washed over me at the feeling of his now-familiar sword-calloused hand atop mine. “Mayhap a more pleasant association would help.”

“You mean to… pass the night here?

“Since we’re already here I thought we might, unless you have any strong objections,” he offered.

“No, it’s all right.” I honestly couldn’t fathom why he’d want to spend the night here rather than in his own large featherbed.

He gave my hand a brief squeeze, then moved to kiss me. I felt myself relax the moment his lips touched mine. This was a kindness he was offering me, a chance to begin moving past my grief. When we parted I glanced back at the bed, noticing with a start that there was nothing on it but the fresh sheets. I always folded my blankets and tucked them away in my trunk after rising in the morning. That way they’d not get dirty over the course of the day. I’d not laid them out, as I hadn’t been expecting to sleep here tonight. I removed them from the truck and placed them on the bed. “We’ll be needing these.”

“Indeed.” A moment later we were together on the bed, kissing deeply and undoing each other’s clothing. I’ve had several other lovers, some like Marcel who I am quite fond of, but I’d never, ever such intense desire as I felt when I was with Isidore, and it wasn’t only due to his beauty and skill as a lover. There was an overwhelming sense of… rightness, a sense that we belonged together. I liked to think that Naamah and Blessed Elua smiled upon us. We had honored Elua’s precept and Naamah’s gift of desire. That desire could only be sated for a while, not quenched entirely. The sight of his perfect body unclothed never failed to ignite my lust.

The bed was considerably smaller than the bed in the master suite, but it was large enough to fit both of us more or less comfortably. He lay on his back with me straddling him. I rode him hard that night, savoring the feeling of him fully sheathed inside me. His grip on my hips was tight. I stroked his chest as I rode him, pausing to trace each of his scars with a finger. They were quite familiar now—I’d come to know his body as well as I knew my own.

Later I lay atop him, head resting on his shoulder, as I waited for sleep to claim me. Idly I traced a scar along his collarbone. “Where did you get this one?”

“The scar?” he asked, sounding a little drowsy.

“Yes.”

“My first skirmish against the Skaldi. An axe found its way into a gap in my armor. Fortunately, it wasn’t very deep.” His hand came to rest atop mine. “I was rather proud to have gotten it, a souvenir of my first real encounter with the Skaldi.”

“How old were you?”

“Fifteen. It was the summer after I’d first been sent to the Shahrizai. My father called me back home for the season, thinking it high time I had some practical experience on the border.”

“I daresay you got some.”

“Yes. Suffice it to say that a summer spent dispatching Skaldi raiding parties was considerably more bracing than life in Kusheth or the City of Elua.” His hand rose from its position atop mine to pull the blankets up to cover us more fully. The fire had burned down to embers and the room had begun to grow chill. I’d hardly noticed it before, with my body still flushed from lovemaking. His arm tightened around me, pressing me closer to him. My previous reservations about sleeping here, in this bed, dissipated. I had a different memory associated with it now, a far more pleasant one. Father, if he was watching from the Terre-d’Ange-that-lies-beyond, surely would’ve approved.

Notes

Quiche- It originated in Alsace-Lorraine, the region of France which is equivalent to Camlach, so quiche would be a Camaeline dish in Terre d’Ange. The type of quiche made by Anne in this chapter is quiche Lorraine.

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