#The Devil whispers to the Antichrist

[daemonicdasein]

The Devil whispers to the Antichrist; detail from Sermons and Deeds of the Antichrist, Luca Signorelli, 1501, Orvieto Cathedral.

[aphrogeneias]

thinking about calling eddie "angel".

you usually just call him by his nickname, sometimes "baby" when you're feeling extra cheesy, "babe" when you want to flirt something out of him. "edward" when he crosses a line, or when you want to make fun of him. one day, it just comes out naturally.

you're barely awake in his bed, listening to the sounds of him putting something together for breakfast. a pan on the stove, the clinking of mugs on the counter. you wonder which ones dos he choose for this morning. he comes in the room, then, and the lines on his face all smile at you.

"d'you want coffee?" he asks, a hand running over your back, still under the covers.

"yeah." you whisper, still not having found your voice. nuzzling your face on the pillow, eyes closed, not really here yet. "thanks, angel."

eddie doesn't answer, but you feel a soft kiss on the top of your head.

has he ever been called anything but the opposite of that? the devil himself, the antichrist. it's been written on walls, said to his face, glued to his back. has he ever been seen in a different light?

has that ever happened before you? and maybe... maybe to you he could be.

he thinks about it for the rest of the day.

[touratoura]

TV Show idea: A Christian woman named Juliet moves into a new neighborhood, hoping to find a husband and have a child. After moving into her new home, she goes to meet her next-door neighbors - and is horrified to find out it’s a loud, party-girl, dirty mouthed black lesbian named Maggie Dalene and her smart, CEO girlfriend Mary (played by Laverne Cox). Juliet does everything she can to try and turn them to Christ. She does it both forward and subtle. While she does this, she also meets and falls in love with a man named Paul, and starts visiting the local orphanage to bring the kids there to faith.

The main plot points of the first season:

Juliet’s (failed) attempts to convert Mary and Maggie. They keep running into each other. Maggie goes the opposite way and tries to get Juliet to relax a little. Juliet is especially concerned when Christmas comes around and they bring out the Menorah.

Juliet meets three triplets at the orphanage named Jesus, Emmy, and Susej. Susej is the only girl. Juliet tries to get the three Jewish kids to convert, but they refuse. She also tries to get Emmy to go by his full name, Emmanuel - but he finds it stupid.

Lucifer and Abbadon (Lucy and Abby) are a gay gender-unconforming couple who have extremely random jobs everywhere. They seem to be working everywhere. Cashiers, fake-Gucci boot sellers, librarians, janitors, shelf restockers, anything. They’re there. No one else mentions it. It drives Juliet insane. She finds the idea of them being feminine men disturbing, but she can’t call them anything but Lucy and Abby as she refuses to say the Devil’s name. She also finds Abby being black disturbing.

It’s often hinted at that Susej is the Antichrist. And by hinted at I mean she’s always staring piercingly into empty space, whispering threateningly, and is always there when things go wrong. Also her eyes occasionally go black and she starts floating and speaking ancient curses. Juliet is terrified. No one else notices.

Jesus is friends with a group of 12 boys from the orphanage, named Peter, James, John, Andrew, Phillip, Judas I, Matthew, Thomas, James A, Bart, Judas T, and Simon. Jesus goes by Jeezy-boi. The others go by Peezy, Jazzy, Jozzy, Azzy, Pheezy, Jewzy, Meezy, Teezy, Jameezy, Beezy, Yeezy, and Seezy. They’re all played by 12-year-olds, except Yeezy, who’s played by a Kanye West-lookalike. It’s never remarked upon. He talks like Kanye.

Juliet tries to get Mary to turn to God. She will often compare her to her “namesake”, Mary of Jesus fame, to show her the “right side”. Mary takes none of it and points out that Mary and Jesus were Jewish. Mary is very no-nonsense when it comes to these things. Mary is heavily implied to actually BE Mother Mary as she knows things the church doesn’t.

Paul keeps accidentally calling Juliet Jennifer. She doesn’t notice. He’s often drunk and rude to waiters and retail workers. Juliet is too, mind you. He hides his phone and yells a lot. He complains about Juliet’s decision to “wait until marriage”, but doesn’t mind her being anti birth control.

At the end of season 1, Juliet gets married to Paul. He barely gets the vows right at the wedding. Mary and Maggie go out for an unknown trip. There’s a time skip of a few months. Maggie and Mary are celebrating outside of their house, because Maggie just won a Noble Prize in Chemistry. Maggie is yelling “I won! I won!” Juliet smiles and says, “No. I won.” She’s holding a baby in her arms. Maggie paused for a moment and responds “No baby, I won. Paul’s gonna leave yo ass in 3 seconds. You gon have to raise that baby alone. And who says we ain’t got kids?”

Jesus skates by on a skateboard with a cowboy hat. He tips his hat to them as he passed. Emmy is running behind him in a pink skirt. Juliet places her baby down momentarily to talk with them, as Susej comes up and starts whispering to the baby. It nods, and she smiles, before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke. She reappears behind Mary. End of Season 1.

This isn’t a prompt but I would gladly accept criticism and more ideas. And characters. I’m open.

[thackerybinx01]

Monsterfucker Rom-Com story where you’ve birthed the Anti-Christ or whatever and the demon assigned to them or their demon daddy dukes it out with you on the regular bc they need to make sure this kid is raised to their standards/certain markers need to be hit for the kid to ascend/Demon Daddy to be released to start the apocalypse and

1. You have absolutely no fucks to give why are you in my house running around like you pay bills? Oh? This is your kid? I THINK THE FUCK NOT BITCH this is MY kid GTFO.

2. You/They chose me as their mother for a reason and it’s not bc I’m stupid, how’re y’all gonna take over the world if I can’t get my kid to survive past infancy bc y’all don’t know the meaning of subtlety? you train them on how to use their powers, I’ll teach them basic common sense and some manners bc clearly, you demons have neither and the school will teach them math.

So just enemies to lovers with a demon who’s forced to coparent w/someone who’s gonna fight the devil and god before they let anyone take their kid and v much not intimidated by the demon haunting the kid/house.

“bedtime is bedtime and if you keep my baby up late again whispering creepy shit from the closet the Holy Water I squirt gunned in your face the first time we met won’t be the worst thing I do to you.”

“I will find a way to put you on child support motherfucker, when we slept together you had a human body and a name don’t make me track that identity down, how you gonna be a deadbeat dad to the Antichrist? Gimme your card.”

“They can summon the dead? What do you mean they can summon the dead and you didn’t know they could do that, I’m going to kill you - FIX THIS”

“Is that Karen? Why is she- omg she’s one of yours isn’t she that nosy bitch I fucking knew it!”

Inspired by: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTNMWYscj/

[evita-shelby]

Lamb from the spring vibes for a oc of your choice

you know how you wanted a part 2 for Moon? well here it is thanks for the request Emily🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

cw: implied satanic ritual, witchcraft

tommy x eva/witch!reader

Little Lamb

Charlie Shelby comes into the world without a single hint as to how he came to be.

When Tommy awoke in your arms in the freezing winter weather, he knew he had to do right by you should that wild night he cannot remember came to bite him in the ass. You became Eva Shelby by February 1919, the lovely young woman who scares him enough to swear off other women.

A harmless little lamb looking at him with a brown eye and a blue one. Dark haired, freckled and perfect in every way.

“The devil’s spawn,” Polly said as she beheld the baby.

“He’s a baby, Pol, not the antichrist.” Tommy doesn’t believe in that, not anymore. What happened nine months ago was just the two of you getting drunk and high together. He knows you are a witch, a real one like his mother and Polly had been, but he also knows Charlie is just a baby, a normal human baby.

“Mark my words, Thomas Shelby, that boy may be your seed, but you did not make his soul. Your wife consorts with demons, this little lamb will be slaughtered for Him in one way or another.” His aunt whispers knowing you may come in at any moment.

He wouldn’t let you, if it were true. He’d make this child a good man and remove any claim the Devil has on him if Polly’s words were true.

“It’s true, you know.” You say as he watches you nurse the baby before bed. “I made a deal; I would offer my body and firstborn if it brought my powers back. I won’t kill him; I won’t let any harm come to him. I’m not like that.”

Tommy believes in you, in the time he has come to know you, he knows you would die before you let anyone hurt those you love.

Its why you had killed Grace that night Karl was born; it was why Campbell was coughing up blood and soon would die for daring to come after him. The Devil gave you power in exchange for the little lamb at your breast, but you had no intention of handing him over to him.

“Tell me what I must do.”

[bolliancat]

I'm back :D

This was inspired by my fake scenarios about the Antichrist theory. Based on a video of 'Billiesghot.snc' on tiktok.

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Copia x F!Reader

W: Blood, killing, antichrist, fluff, established relationship, light mention of sex.

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Antichrist

There he was.

Covered in blood.

Papa Emeritus the Forth.

Or was he?

You don't know.

At his feet, Saltarian and Imperator. Both dead. You were shocked, of course. How far would he go to achieve more?

"My dear," you heard him saying, and your eyes met. He didn't seem like him, but all you could see was him. "You're afraid."

"Not of you."

He seemed to search the truth on your eyes, "Of what, then?"

"For you."

That was truth. You were afraid of what could happen with him. It didn't mattered for you that he was holding a knife covered with the blood of his mother. You weren't afraid to die.

But you can't lie: the thought of him killing you passed through your mind.

"For me?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. You wouldn't call him weak. He knows it.

"For what can happen to you-" Your voice broke just from the thought.

The corner of his lips lifted in a small smile. He stepped in your direction, a small step just to test the waters. When you didn't flinched or stepped back, he walked towards you.

The knife was still on his hand, you noted.

If that's how you would die, if it was your lover who would end you, you only hoped that he would have a good life.

Standing in front of you, he gently caressed your cheek. "Lost in thoughts, tesoro?" He asked with that side smirk that you loved.

You leaned to his touch, afraid that it would disappear with how featherly it felt.

He smiled, running his thumb on your lower lip, glad to see how prontly you opened your mouth to him.

"Always so willing to give me what I want..." He mumbled with his eyes fixed on your lips. "The sorella who's eyes always searched for me, even when I was a Cardinal..." He had a different tone, a thoughtful one.

Like he was wondering if he should kill you or not.

"Tell me, amore mio," he started, eyes searching for yours. "How would you live with the devil's son sleeping beside you?"

Better than you think. Happier than anyone can imagine.

"If it's you," you murmured, lost in his mismatched eyes.

"If it's me?" He insisted, hand moving to the side of your neck.

"I love you," you breathed and he chuckled.

"I know." He replied, remembering how you tell it every day. Just in case he forget.

"I don't want to lose you." You whispered, not trusting in your voice to say it louder without breaking. He tried to pull his hand back, but you held it, and he, for the first time on this night, saw fear in your eyes. Not because of him, not because he was holding a knife covered with the blood of his own mother...

But fear of him leaving.

He laughed. His sweet sorella, the one who smiled at him right from the beginning, since she arrived the Ministry, the only one who she smiled at, was him. That poor, fool Cardinal who nobody cared.

She did. Right from the start, she did.

How could he leave? How could he even think about leaving his amore alone?

"Always so sweet..." He pondered, "I can still remember the disgusted face of your friends when you first helped me." He caressed your hand with his thumb, looking directly into your eyes. "You never cared about who was around you, you always smiled at me."

You smiled almost automatically. "I always cared more about you." He nodded. He knew it, over everyone in that place, you always chose him. Always on his side.

He smiled, placing an almost shy kiss on your lips. He was still your old, kind and loving Cardinal.

No matter how confident he was now, how sure of himself he was now. No matter that his mother was dead on the ground while he smiled lovingly at you, he was still your Copia. Antichrist or not, he is your Copia.

The knife was still firm on his hand, though.

"Are you feeling good, cara?" He asked, looking at you with those eyes. The same eyes that shone with tears the first time you told that you loved him.

Your eyes dropped to his lips. The same lips who peppered your face with kisses the night you accepted to be his.

"Yes." You whispered, looking back into his eyes before looking at the knife firm on his hand. You sighed softly, trusting him. "Are you-"

"No." He interrupted, "not you. Never you." He said, dropping the knife on the ground and cupping your face on his bloody hands. The sound of the metal echoing on the room relieved your nerves.

He smiled. Your face. Your beautiful, soft and innocent face, covered with blood. The blood who covered his hands. You were even more beautiful like this.

"Red suits you," he pointed. He already knew this. How many times you used that dangerously short red dress just to test his limits. How he was always so careful to take it off your body, not wanting to ruin it just for you to use it again and tease him. Oh, how he loved you.

"I can say the same about you." He wasn't so different, his papal paint ruined with blood drops.

He chuckled, placing a lingering kiss on your lips.

You almost instantly opened your lips for him. Always so receptive, he thought. His tongue joined yours in a beautiful and sensual dance, the kiss becoming more passionately with the second.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His hands automatically rested on your waist, so familiar with the place.

As you broke the kiss to catch your breath, you smiled at each other. "I want you," he whispered.

"I want you, too." You replied, pressing your body against his. "I need you." You corrected.

He chuckled. "Always so needy of your Papa, eh?" Pretending like he wasn't just like that for you.

You placed a kiss on his chin. "Always."

Antichrist or not, we will always love our Copia.

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It didn't go as I planed, but I always melt when I write him.

I hope you liked it ♡

[worldswithoutendings]

Eye for an eye [Michael Langdon] PT.1

Hello everyone! guess who is back after a very very long time, I'm rewatching AHS and can't help but fall in love with the antichrist. so enjoy! This might be a series, I want to test it out first.

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Female reader

Warning: none

Summary: 15-year-old you made a sort of deal with the devil, for a love life. pathetic. you know. but he comes with a different approach to what you actually want. but will it work?

You still regret the day you made the decision, the worst decision in your life so to speak of. When you made a deal with the devil. But on the other side, who can you blame? When you’re 15 years old, desperate for love, a life you wanted so badly. Due to all the influence, the neglect in your family. The yearning. You still remember his reaction to this day. Loud laughter ran through the reddened sky, ‘Sweetheart, please, don’t be so pathetic. You want to make a deal with me, for a love life?’ ‘Yes! Please’ you cried out, feeling foolish ‘Foolish, foolish little girl’ he mumbled as he sat on his throne ‘you can be so much more, you have so much potential. Yet you’re here, with me, pleading for love’

‘I’m sorry’ you whisper as you look down, hot tears flowing over your rosy cheeks ‘You’re so young’ he keeps mumbling about the great aspects of you ‘You could rule the world one day’ ‘I don’t want to do it alone’ you blurt out "oh! Now I have you talking, so you want to rule the world?” “I mean, yeah, doesn’t everyone want to rule the world at one point in their life?" his laugh echoes again ‘no one, can rule the world like you, but, I can arrange something for you. If you arrange something for me’

‘What do you want’ you blurt out ‘I want, you to be the bride, the bride to end all times, to end all days, to end eternity on this earth’ ‘What do you mean?’ you say as you try to get rid of the tears on your cheeks ‘I will give you, a husband, you have to find him first. He isn’t ready yet, I'll give you directions when the time is ri-‘ ‘NO!” you yell out

‘I want to be loved now, didn’t you hear me!? How old are you? Like two thousand years old?-‘ ‘-older my dear’ ‘Well then fix yourself some hearing aids!’ you blurt out, making Satan laugh again ‘Oh foolish girl, you’re going to give him a hell of a time’ and by that. Time stops. The sky turns back from red to gray.

You find yourself back in your bedroom, the cuts you made for your offering are gone, the dead bird has disappeared and all the candles are blown out. ‘What a joke’ you mumble to yourself as you cry yourself to sleep that night.

27th of November 2023

7:30.

Corpus ave.

Dress code: black

You can’t help but laugh, corpus ave? How fitting for a cooperative meeting. You are now 26 years of age. You did age gracefully if you have to be honest. Maybe Satan was right and was keeping you youthful for your husband.

you laugh okay quit it y/n your 15-year-old was screaming in your head about how you deserve to be loved, yet no one ever bothered to go further than a lazy one-night stand or a short conversation filled with flirtations but no invitations. You thought Satan totally saw it as a joke and to be honest, you started to see it like that too over time.

But on the other hand, you hadn’t expected an invitation to a cooperative meeting, led by Satan, or rather his Spawn. You had heard from him, Michael Langdon, ‘son’ of Tate Langdon and Vivien Harmon. You didn’t want to expect much from him so you kept your expectations low as you got ready for the night.

Stupid dress, why did I buy you in the first place?! Even though you had better dresses in your wardrobe, you also wanted to impress the people there. So you took advantage of your body, with a black body con dress, that rose up every time you walked. That means I will be sitting down for the rest of the evening ‘Miss van son!” you hear, and you look up, to see an unknown face ‘You don’t remember me? My apologies, my name is Rutherford, Jason Rutherford. We went to high school together’ ‘And you are calling me by my last name because?’ ‘Because I have to, Miss van Son’ Jason smiles. But his eyes aren’t smiling. Which says enough for you, and you give him a 20-dollar tip ‘Have a nice night Jason’ ‘Thank you, mis-Miss van Son’ Jason stutters. You sit down in the ballroom with all the people who have money. Lots of money. You feel out of place.

‘all rise’ a man screams, making everybody stand up straight ‘Michael Langdon, The antichrist.’ Michael comes through the doorway and your breath hitches oh my. He is beautiful, with deep sea blue eyes, golden hair past his shoulder, and a girl to his side. Hold up. A girl!? It’s not him you sigh why else would Satan, of all people, invite me to a cooperative meeting ‘sit down” Michael's cold voice echoes through the room ‘first of all, thank you for coming. Second of all. I want to introduce my girlfriend, soon-to-be wife, Rosalie Withers. You can not question her about anything. I will have your head on a silver platter’ He shows his white teeth at the end, and you can’t help but feel jealous, so who will it be then, the so-called love of my life.

When it’s time to socialize, you scrape your throat. Getting ready to walk to the bar for a heavy drink. Only to lock eyes with Michael. You show him your best smile and raise your empty glass at him as he opens a pathway for you to the bar. You can’t help but see him scan your body again!? No ‘Hi how are you’ or anything else? ‘Hi, how are you?’ Michael says softly ‘I’m good, thank you mister Langdon” he has to be a few years older than you.

He moves gracefully but strategically ‘You have potential’ Michael says ‘Excuse me?’ you almost choked on your saliva ‘I say you have potential’ he says a bit harder, but not harder for the room ‘Oh, thank you. I guess?’ you try to push your body through Donald Trump and Michael's body. You see how he takes a whiff of your smell and you see his eyes darken oh shit you try to pick up your pace to the bar but Michael has beaten you to it ‘a vodka soda, please’ you say to the bartender ‘Make that two, and two shots’ you hear Michael say and you furrow your brows

‘my father says I have to be polite’ ‘Well, you’re father is a shitty man’ you can’t help but blurt out. Making Michael laugh, almost the exact same way you got humiliated eleven years ago. You bite your lip on the inside and take a deep breath as you wait ‘I’m sorry, Miss Van Son, right?” ‘You can just call me y/n’ ‘you can just call me Michael’ ‘I’d rather not’ you say as the bartender puts down your drinks ‘why not?’ “well, you’re Satan offspring, I’m already... seen like a fool. Don’t want to humiliate myself that bad that I will definitely not have a-I don’t know why I’m telling you this, have a lovely night Mr Langdon’ you walk away with your drink and leave Michael with the two shots.

After you finish your drink you walk outside to feel the crisp air you’re still a foolish little girl you hear Satan roar through your mind ‘I know, thanks for the newsflash’ you say as you raise a middle finger to the ground ‘That’s where you are, right?! everyone looking down at you. Pathetic’ you mumble as you feel yourself getting irritated.

You wished you had brought a shawl or a coat but no, you thought it wouldn’t be long. Yet it’s already 2:45 ‘shit’ you mumble as you look at your phone, only to feel a coat be draped over your shoulders ‘Figured you might need it’ Michael says as he walks back to the club he followed me?! He didn’t see me flip off his dad, right? You shake your head and make your way home. Longing for your warm bed, funny enough, Michael's scent hypnotizes you in a funny way. Making you not remember going home at all. Just as you fell asleep in your bed, still wearing his coat.

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Twenty-Three

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Three: I Hate You

Summary: The demons are back in Hell, but the problem still exists.

            “Dad?” called (Y/N) as they entered the penthouse. They spied him on the terrace and ran out. “Dad!”

            “(Y/N),” he said in relief, and they grabbed him in a tight hug. He hugged back. “I’m glad you’re alright. I was so worried.”

            “I knew you would come,” said (Y/N), burying their face in his shirt.

            “Is everyone alright?” asked Lucifer.

            (Y/N) nodded. “Maze and Amenadiel made sure Chloe and Eve are fine. Em’s with my friends, and they were okay.”

            “Good,” said Lucifer. The demons hadn’t taken anyone either he or (Y/N) cared about. They were all safe. (Y/N) was safe.

            “And although it was exciting and everything, I’m glad that it’s all over,” sighed (Y/N), pulling back slightly.

            “I am, as well,” said Lucifer with a slight smile, but it was melancholy.

            “I’m sorry that you had to show you Devil Face,” said (Y/N). “I know you’ve been having trouble with it.”

            “To protect you, I’d wear it forever if I had to,” said Lucifer.

            “Yeah, but you don’t have to, so that’s good,” said (Y/N), smiling. “And you won’t have to again since the demons went back to Hell. It’s all okay.”

            Lucifer didn’t smile, and his gaze softened sadly.

            (Y/N) frowned. “Dad? It’s okay, isn’t it? I mean, you sent the demons back to Hell. We’re okay, right?”

            “(Y/N)…” Lucifer trailed off.

            “It’s okay, isn’t it?” (Y/N) could feel his sadness, and their heart clenched as their instincts said something was wrong. “We’re okay, right? We fixed everything.”

            “I don’t lie, (Y/N),” said Lucifer softly.

            “Dad?” said (Y/N), voice trembling slightly as his tone.

            “Tonight, we won,” said Lucifer.

            “We did. We put the demons back in Hell,” said (Y/N). “They’re not coming back.” Lucifer was silent. “Right?”

            “We just plugged one hole in a very flimsy boat,” said Lucifer. “Now that the demons know I have no intention of returning, they…they’ll continue to defy me. It’s only a matter of time before they come back to Earth.”

            (Y/N)’s anxiety grew as he spoke, and they start fiddling with the edges of their sleeves. “Okay, okay, so? You’ll-We’ll-We’ll just send them back again. We’ve done it-We’ve done it before. We know how to handle it.” The rapid thoughts were starting, spiraling, making it harder for them to get the right words out.

            “(Y/N), they’ll keep coming for you. You can’t live with a target forever on your back,” said Lucifer. “I can’t live knowing they’ll keep coming for you.”

            “Okay, so? It wouldn’t-It wouldn’t be a big change for us. We already have people who try to hurt us. They do it-They do it all the time. We can handle it,” said (Y/N)

            “Not forever, (Y/N). It’s no way for you to live,” said Lucifer.

            (Y/N)’s eyes burned. “Okay, okay, so, what? What does that mean?”

            “I have to go back.”

            The words hung in the air as father and child stared at each other.

            “What…?” (Y/N) spoke in barely a whisper, forcing the word up through their lungs clenching in pain.

            “I have to go back, (Y/N),” said Lucifer.

            “For-For how long?” said (Y/N), blinking as tears began to collect in their eyes. “Just to-to take care of business, right? Then you’ll, then you’ll come back.”

            Lucifer’s eyes were filled with pain as he gazed at them. “(Y/N), the prophecy…I was wrong.”

            “No, Dad, I don’t want to do this.” (Y/N) shook their head furiously.

            “The demons are coming to earth. Evil is coming. And I can’t let it get near you,” said Lucifer. “I have to go back.”

            “Stop it, Dad, stop talking like that! We handled it! Just stop!” shouted (Y/N), squeezing their eyes shut to block out the tears threatening to fall. “The prophecy is shit!”

            “I have to keep the demons contained.” Lucifer reached out and cupped (Y/N)’s cheek. “That way they can’t hurt you. And that’s what matters to me. And if I need to be go back and be their king to keep you safe, then I’ll do it.”

            “But you’ll come back. You’ll just-You’ll just remind them that you’re king and to not mess with you, and then you can come back!” The words spilled out of (Y/N) as they spoke quickly, worriedly.

            “I have to leave, (Y/N),” said Lucifer.

            “So you’re leaving me? Forever?” said (Y/N), eyes widening.

            “I’m doing this to protect you,” said Lucifer.

            “You’re going to leave me alone?!” cried (Y/N).

            “(Y/N), this is to protect you,” said Lucifer, reaching out and taking their shoulders as (Y/N) shook their head violently.

            “You’re abandoning me!” shouted (Y/N), all anger and fury and desperation and crushing sadness. The shadows around them moved violently, reacting to the storm of emotions building.

            “(Y/N), you’re my child!” said Lucifer desperately. The truth was out there. (Y/N) had called him Dad for months, but Lucifer had finally called them his kid. “You’re the person I care about, enough that a prophecy came true!”

            “Stop it! Stop saying goodbye!” cried (Y/N). “You can’t abandon me!”

            “I don’t regret a thing,” said Lucifer. “I would choose to find you over and over.” Tears were in his eyes as he gazed at his kid. “I’m only sorry I have to leave.”

            “You promised you wouldn’t abandon me! You promised you wouldn’t leave! You promised!” screamed (Y/N), the room crawling in shadows.

            “(Y/N),” said Lucifer softly. “I love you.”

            Honesty. Pure, unfiltered truth. That was what those words were.

            But they were also pain to (Y/N). The words pierced their heart, and they staggered back. Tears were in their eyes, but they refused to let them fall. They glared, lip trembling.

            “I’m sorry,” said Lucifer, and his wings unfurled, bright white. He gazed at (Y/N) and reached out to hold them again. “I swear, (Y/N). I love you.”

            “I hate you.”

            (Y/N) glared at Lucifer through teary eyes and spoke through pure pain.

            Lucifer’s eyes widened before he stepped back. His gaze softened. He couldn’t soothe (Y/N)’s pain. And he couldn’t heal his own as their words struck his heart. He could only protect (Y/N) from further danger.

            His wings flapped once. He was gone. (Y/N) screamed.

            The shadows around them curled around the furniture and shattered them. They turned away from the balcony and threw their arms out, letting the bar be fully destroyed, furious and betrayed.

            (Y/N) swallowed around the lump in their throat before crying out again letting his piano be smashed to pieces. They hated it, they hated it, they hated it! He had left them! How could he?! He had said he’d stay! He was their dad, he’d promised to protect them!

            But he had abandoned them!

            (Y/N) stared at his room and let the shadows turn it to darkness before tearing his bed apart. Papers and feathers and blankets flew everywhere. (Y/N) didn’t care. They just wanted to get rid of the pain in their chest, but no matter how much they smashed, it wasn’t going away.

            (Y/N) screamed and kicked the bedframe. They grabbed his desk chair and smashed it over his desk angrily. It broke apart, and papers fluttered out of the desk drawer, landing at (Y/N)’s feet.

            They grabbed it to tear it to pieces and froze. The words on the page stared up at them. (Y/N) let out a breath and fell to the floor.

            Adoption.

            The word stood out on the paper in front of them. Beside it stood their name.

            Lucifer was going to adopt them.

            (Y/N) felt a tear run down their cheek. They sobbed. They couldn’t hold the sadness back any longer. They let out a scream as tears ran down their cheeks. They screamed until their throat gave out, and they curled up into themself. (Y/N) held the adoption papers to their chest and sniffed. They futilely tried to wipe away the tears before giving up and just trying to pull themself into a corner.

            The anger abated. All the rage they’d been using to avoid the sadness broke, and all they could do was sob and sob and sob as the whole it their heart opened wider.

            Lucifer had left. Their dad was gone.

            “Please come back,” whispered (Y/N). The empty penthouse remained silent to their plea. “I was lying.” They clutched the papers to their heart and squeezed their eyes shut. “I love you.”

            But there was no one to respond. (Y/N) was alone.

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[dumjokes]

RONIN BEAUFORT X READER

||ONE-SHOT||

Mostly in his POV, Sorry if I got his character wrong!! They/them pronouns are used!

A typical afternoon with Ronin is awesome. cuddling in bed with one another after he comes back from work and killing, eating lunch and dinner together, watching TV and just enjoying each other's company, but today isn't a normal afternoon for either of you, Ronin is on his day off and hes obviously going to spend it with you.

"Nooooo-!" They exclaim with a whine to him as he cackles not taking what they want to do seriously.

"Darling! Come on it's not that serious-" He starts before cackling more, adding a wonky hairstyle on the stick figure. Which was supposed to be a drawing of his Darling, his fallen angel, his writer, his artist, his Y/n. Sadly it doesn't look like them, it looks like a crude drawing a 5 year old would give their parents after preschool.

“I'm stressed over making you look good to be met with that! ” They whine to him pointing to the masterpiece they've made of him comparing it to his stick figure of them.

"Y/n, it's not that bad, hm? Why do I need to draw a picture when you and your pretty aorta is right in front of me?" He murmurs smirking hand already outstretched and caressing their face like they're the most precious thing in the world. Even though he could totally kill them. He wouldn't though, they're too precious too kind, too sweet and all his.

"....." They look flustered leaning into his touch, practically stunned from the sudden attention before melting into it like a lovesick puppy. Lookin' at him like he's a nightmare gone right after too many boring days alone, staring at the pitch black of his eyes, the same eyes that only shine for them, he's their devil, their antichrist, their killer, their Ronin.

"Look at the time darling! Seems like it's almost time for bed?" His hand moves from their face to lift them up. "ACK-" they screeched, practically stunned as he lifted them up bridal style carrying them back to their room, a king sized mattress, pink sheets, a fluffy pillow, and an army of stuffed animals are strategically placed (thrown) on the bed. Their collection of items and trinkets proudly displayed on one wall while another has his antichrist devilish decor.

He plops them onto the bed right onto the pillow, then sitting on the side of the bed, watching their still flustered face. "Darling... Y/nnn..." He gets closer whispering into their ear seeing them get more flustered before leaning back and laughing at them. Before tackling them with a hug, tickling them till they turn red in the face for a different reason.

"Look at my precious lover's smile! Your face is so pretty like always," he stops tickling them before rubbing their throat with his thumb, almost lost in thought, his actions weren't threatening his touch was too light to be threatening. "What?" They questioned looking at him with concern, the concern is not from fear mostly curiosity, their eyes shining at him like the sun, the moon, and the stars in the sky. Like he's their Earth. Needed, wanted, loved possibly to a fucked up amount.

"Nothing, darling! I just don't wanna go to work. Especially since I have a pretty thing like you around at home waiting for me." He murmurs, nuzzling his nose against theirs in a nose-to-nose kiss before, giving them a proper kiss and laying fully on top of them. Not letting them move.

"You're trapped now!" He cackles, snuggling his face against their neck not moving at all. Tangling his legs with theirs for added security so they don't leave but he knows they wouldn't, he feels their breathing slow, their arms wrapping around him and when their fully asleep, snoring, but peaceful he dozes off too, listening to their breathing and their heartbeat that only beats for him.

[witchyficbindery]

Path to Paradise

Dan shivers, can't help himself. Dumb, animal fear, and he wants to bare his throat to it. “What are you – ”

“I promised,” Hess whispers. “I promised. But just this, alright? It'll be like it never happened.” He slides a step nearer, the pressure of his fingers hard and greedy. “It won't matter.”

After the apocalypse doesn't quite happen, Daniel Waters is just trying to return to his nice, quiet life. What he gets instead is a new neighbour. Hess is friendly, charming and working with demons. He's also strangely familiar.

There are gaps in Dan's memory, but that doesn't seem to matter. They say the devil always looks after his own, and apparently?

Well, apparently Dan belongs to the devil.

72,552 words / 348 pages

Original work by @ladyinbooks

Cover art commissioned from @pangolin2b-commissionopen

It is FINALLY time to share my bind of Path to Paradise by @ladyinbooks! This is an original work on AO3 about the man who fought the Beast and his demons at the apocalypse and the gaps in his memory after. This was the first original work I read on AO3 and I NEEDED to bind it! The typeset is inspired by illuminated manuscripts because I wanted to be dramatic and biblical with this antichrist story. The case is covered in brown faux leather with gold foil details. I also tried speckled (sprinkled ?) edges for the first time for the vibes. I’d definitely like to give it another try sometime! The cover art of Dan and Hess was commissioned from the incredible @pangolin2b-commissionopen!

[th3houseofleaves]

there is NOTHING more SCARY than the thought of being ALONE

i've never known a life without my brothers so how could i ever live without them?

INTRODUCING aeron vasilyev an original character that is not based in any fandom. elements of their backstory are inspired by several sources including: good omens and rosemary's baby. they are played by willem de schryver.

yaakov aeron vasilyev is a twenty-three year old dance instructor and former ballet dancer. there's no reason for them to work because they have plenty of money, but they choose to help out a close friend who owns a dance studio. primarily they teach older kids, who are starting to get more serious about pursuing dance. though they occasionally cover for classes with the younger kids, who all seem to think they're the coolest person ever.

aeron is the only living child of the devil, under the guise of tikhon vasilyev and hannah donahue.

they're the youngest child in the vasilyev family and the youngest child of the devil — they are the true heir to the throne of hell, the antichrist, the one person alive who can decide whether the world ends or lives. they can be heaven's downfall, if that is their desire, they can – and will – dismantle the hierarchy of hell and place themself at the top, ruling over the chaos but never going forward with raising hell on earth as their fate says they should.

aeron has no desire to end the world. they'd rather live peacefully, they'd rather be given a chance to live normally after the life they've already had. they know that even if they don't destroy heaven and hell and bring about the end of everything like they're supposed to, that they're still going to die. their death is as written into their destiny as anything is. they're going to die and it will be on their terms. they will surrender to the army of heaven, they will not kneel, they will never kneel for an enemy weak enough to send the one angel they could never hurt to warn them of their death, to urge them to surrender. they will die proud and victorious and knowing that they are loved.

the boy they love will be forced to watch and they know this too. they know that the last things they hear will be his voice saying their name and their murderer – he is their true love's older brother and their death is as much a punishment for him as it is for them – whispering i'm so sorry, please forgive me over and over again. just as they know that the last word they will ever say, as they look at their lover and smile, showing off the little gap between their front teeth, is his name: lucan. a name that becomes so much more than a name when they say it. it means i love you, it means i'm sorry that i broke my promise, it means i'll find you in every life time. it means goodbye.

their life before their death and after they bury their father will be good. they're so angry for the longest time but they're healing. they're out of the house they grew up in and they've escaped all the ghosts that haunted the halls and they find out what it means to have a safety net. (noah always tried but it's hard to do alone and harder still when the only person you can depend on to catch you is the same child you need to protect.) they fall in love, or pretend to, many times before they meet their angel.

aeron didn't intend to fall in love with him, it happened without them even realizing it. one day they hated him and wanted him out of their life and the next, they felt like they couldn't breathe when he wasn't beside them. when he left them because he had to, because he was not allowed to fall in love, they wished they could disappear. it hurt to leave their apartment and it hurt to be alone and the only thing they could think to do to bring him back was pray and hope he listened. (he did, he always did. he came when they called.)

until their time comes, they plan on living their life to the fullest and making up for lost time.

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[doomedsouls]

❝ they think you’re the devil…and i think they may actually be right. ❞ giorno

giorno's smile is soft and unassuming, as friendly as ever when hearing counsel from his adviser, from his friend. countless times before he has assured him that he can handle hearing anything -- be it bad news, disappointment, unpopular takes -- there is a reason he chose fugo of all people for it. i trust in you. he'd said this and he'd meant it then. he still means it now, although the meaning has evolved since. lately, he finds, there are few who are willing to be fully honest with him.

and he can't, for the life of him, understand why. he's not diavolo. he is not a tyrant casting a dark curtain of fear onto all. he saved italy. he does not hide in the shadows, he is the sun illuminating over all the cities. he has ushered in a golden age. an age of peace and prosperity, an age of renewal & hope. it wasn't an easy place to reach, there were difficult choices. . . some even regrettable in his reign. but the cost was worth it.

they fear you. requiem's voice -- light and yet thunderous, feminine and masculine, a thousand voices and a single one that echoes his own -- whispers in his ear. he can feel the imprint of his stand's hands grip onto his shoulders, tense & protective. they do not trust you. it warns him, it echoes what he has been suspicious of for quite some time. if that fear festers they will plot against you.

giorno's smile is still intact, perhaps for a few seconds longer than it should have for it to be considered a normal response. he blinks once, studies fugo's stiffened frame. requiem has never warmed up to fugo's position -- they differ on opinions, they often clash, though it is a battle fugo knows nothing about -- and giorno has defended him, every single time.

this time, he's not feeling too keen on defending his behalf.

❝  might i ask why? ❞ he leans forward, his chin resting atop his hand. ❝  i expect this sort of opinion from my enemies, yes, but never a friend. never you. ❞

( he has felt this way for quite some time. requiem continues to whisper, persistent. the lidless eyes narrow with displeasure, though its tone is apathetic. like a seed of distrust planted years ago, the roots growing slowly with time. )

❝  unless, of course, this has something to do with those absurd rumors about my origin as of late. ❞ one chance, there is one chance provided as an out. giorno prays that he takes it, willing to humor him and sort this matter out as miscommunication. oh how he prays. ❝  with my so - called vampiric father that wanted to conquer the world. ❞

there is faint humor in his tone. but the leaked intel from intercepted messages of that bothersome foundation ( who spy on him still ) was no laughing matter. it was a disturbing piece of information that nearly made him consider tearing the photograph to pieces. giorno is not diavolo. he is also not his father, he swears he never will be.

❝  i could use a good laugh. ❞ he muses aloud, sighing wistfully. and that is why he adds with a still pleasant smile plastered on his face; ❝  go on, fugo. do you really think of me as the devil? or is it the antichrist now? i'm losing track of all my flattering titles lately. ❞

[juodojimirtis]

One reason why I love Avadriel, is Ava's arc could be so different if she had him by her side. He'd whisper into her ear, as the Devil does, encouraging her to embrace her power and glory. She could have reached her true potential as a leader, without bowing down to a cruel fate. When the moment was hers, he would watch her shine, to then envelop her into his wings of darkness.

Shame we didn't see more of this with Lilidriel, either. Only, it would have been darkness/darkness, not darkness/light.

If the creators didn't want me to romanticize Adriel, or wish for him to get the girl, they shouldn't have modelled him after the Devil/Antichrist.

[troughtonmedia]

Script #79

His name was Richard and he was under direct control from Lucifer Satan. In fact, he was the leading candidate to become Hell's Antichrist! What made him such a desired minion? He would listen for the signs of the End Times! Multiple wars and rumors of wars... Wickedness in the world... Earthquakes and Tsunamis... The New World Order... It was all there!

How would Richard rise to power? Well, originally he came from nothing. He was no better than the dirt on the ground; however, he saw himself as a supernatural golden nugget! Of course it helped that he had conversations with the devil. The Devil would make him rich and they finally connected at the casino. Lucifer would whisper what to do in his ear and Richard would collect the winnings.

After he won enough money, Richard started utilizing billboards for advertising his campaign. He wasn't running for city council, or mayor, or senator, or representative... He was calling it the way he saw it! Richard was running for Antichrist! Can people even do that the populous thought? What was this guys problem? The prophecy of the Antichrist has mixed receptions. 7 years of peace! Is that good or bad?

Well eventually Richard got the attention he was seeking. He was on the radio, podcasts, even national television. Once again, Lucifer whispered what to say in his ear and he shocked the planet. Foreign folks would even translate his messages! But why was he doing it and what was the outcome?

The main reason Richard campaigned to become the 666 Antichrist was because he always had a fascination with Biblical End Times but he saw a problem. They aren't gonna end themselves! It would require action! And Richard was just the guy for the job. He cared about the future and realized too many people were stuck in the past. The Holy Bible was like a chain and constraints; keeping Jews, Christians, and Muslims trapped in ancient folklore.

Obviously he was not received very well by the religious after he got on the microphone but Satan thought it was so funny he laughed himself to death! That's right, Lucifer was no more; the Antichrist made the devil disappear and God was finally happy again! Once the commotion died down a little bit, mankind started leaping into the future and that was that. Everybody moved on to bigger and better things.

THE END

[amorecrea]

A Day of Reckoning

It’s foretold, be prepared. The earth will be purged, His solemn vow declared, a covenant made, a sacred pledge. forever to be found. A day of reckoning. Revelations may confound, But one truth remains, The rapture, it whispers, the antichrist, the world’s unease. The “Mark of the Beast,” The devil’s snare begins to entwine God prepares His people, steadfast and true, God’s mercy…

[madchild-dennis]

Now Episode 4:

You know if they didn't push them so hard, they would be the glue that help make that monarch relevant. But they pushed and pushed till they pushed them out. (Their loss). Now watch God push them out too 🤣🤣

Awww I'm glad she was happy and calm

I definitely remember watching the wedding and the guests arrive. Oh yea I was surprised there was a black pastor. It definitely felt more spicy and less bland.

Oh YEA THE GOSPEL CHOIR!!!

I definitely space out after they reach the alter until the pastor, and the Gospel CHOIR of course.

Oh wait I think I didn't watch ALL of it just the walks and guests and and the highlights. Timezone difference I guess. But I think I'd be working. To can catch it.

Yea MEGHAN was PERFECT for tha family in EVERY WAY! She was what would make them relevant. But SIGH!!!!

Oh my heart. I didn't know about that fire. Especially knowing the fact that there were complaints ignored that caused so many lives lost and lives displaced. Sigh. 😢😣

Oh sounds VERY FAMILIAR!!!

They are threatened so they try to box you in or make you irrelevant. Did it with Diana who did NOT have a husband beside her to fight with and for her and now M but she has H. I wonder if that's where my parents GOT their rule book. No wait that sounds like if its not the royals who they got it from it must be the TRUE MASTERMIND (he isn't even a mastermind just a copy and paster and think it'll work again) behind it: THE DEVIL. The devil isn't even that smart to do something new when trying to whisper in these people ear about trying to take down someone. Like NOT ONE CREATIVE BONE 🙄😑

Bruh I remember when it happened an Di saw the articles and the ones showing the ridiculousness.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 bruh the DEVIL IS NOT EVEN CHANGE THE WORDING...They dubbed her the Antichrist or a version of it too? 🤣🤣🤣. The DEVIL is so NOT creative. Bruh and these people who let the Devil use them are SOOOOO CLUELESS. My gosh man.

Yea we saw it too.

😢☹️😟💔

I love Doria man 😢

Awww don't worry Harry we forgive you and you should too. I bet if they fought from inside then there would have been more problems.

I agree Harry. TAKE THEM THE FUCK ON!!! FIGHT THEM!!!

Nope they didn't care to stop it.

I wanna hear this, BECAUSE I REMEMBER hearing about a feud over and over again about the brothers and their wifes. Especially,

I want friends like that 🥲😢...sigh

Awww I remember the tabloids reveal she was in NYC for the baby shower. Sigh. Awww. They completely shattered such a beautiful thing.

Awww

Awww H looks so happy. About his baby boy.

Yes, normal people WAIT until the parents are READY. I remember reading articles commending it though. Because of health or how comfortable the mothers are or not are right after birth. But I also get it from in the ancient days. Because they wanted to SEE that the Monarch is still fine. That the new heirs were born healthy and the wife aren't lying to the King or the royals lying to the masses. You know how they were were like especially Edward VIII chopping off heads and fighting for the throne 🙄.

Oh yea I remember that 🙄🤦🏾‍♀️. Sigh.

Yesss he's HER baby.

Awww. The nanny seems so FUN.

Awww look at Archie

Awww I love the nanny.

He's so cute. Cute lil Archie.

*applause* ok Maya Angelou

Oh yea the first time we saw Archie in public.

Oh yea I remember this. The interview we all see it. And how relieved that someone was asking if she was ok. We all saw it in Canada 😢😭

Yea we saw it. #WELOVEYOUMEGHAN

I remember this.

Now with everything I feel it even more than just being a new mom. Because of EVERYTHING she was going through PLUS being a NEW mom. 😭😢

Yea tabloids were NOT speaking for us. The masses.

😅 I love the song/instrumental at the credits...YOU DON'T OWN ME!!!