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mama-waterlily · 23 days ago

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Amaryllis

This is an erotic story that contains heavy sadomasochism, diapers, blood, knives, bondage, piss, arguably monsterfucking if you believe devils qualify, and a LOT of blasphemy. All characters depicted are 18+ (and one is eternal i think idk)

A string of thick saliva descended from Amaryllis's full, burgundy lips as she turned to face the priest who had just struck her across the face. She sat bent over on her knees, her neck chained by a metal collar to the cold, gray stone floor and her arms bound tightly behind her back. Her one-piece clothing made of tough, black leather, which nearly resembled lingerie, wrapped tightly around her slender figure. It left nearly nothing to the imagination, with nearly all of her scarlet red skin fully on display. The shape of her cunt was clearly defined and the cleavage of her well-endowed chest was scarcely covered. Her near-black horns stretched from the front of her head backward, forming a crescent as they curled around her ears and pointed forward, resembling slimmer, sharper ram horns. Her black hair was fully swept to one side, flowing from the left side of her head and draping over her right shoulder.

She spoke in a deep, husky, smoky voice with a posh accent. "Aww, is that all, boys? You're disappointing me."

Her catlike, slitted red eyes fixed on those of the priest, tinged with fear as he raised the wooden crucifix he held in his hand.

"Begone, spawn of Satan! I rebuke thee in the name of the Lord!"

Her powder-white fangs glittered in the candlelight as her lips formed a delighted grin. "Oooo, the antichrist is coming! Big bad Lucy will return!"

She was once again struck across the face by an open palm. Her teeth gritted in frustration.

"Come on, you fuckers! Hit me harder!" Her booming voice echoed, causing the two priests who stood before her to flinch.

Amaryllis's eyes were constantly glancing to the massive, dark brown double doors of the church. She hastily thought of something to provoke her "captors", parsing through her knowledge of human religion. She locked eyes with the younger and less-experienced of the two priests. Her forked tongue ran over her lips as the taste of his mourning filled her mouth.

"You there! Your foul harlot of a mother is in Hell! She's burning!"

His eyes welled with tears of anger as he stepped forward and kicked her in the jaw with full force, causing her to recoil. A tantalizingly small twinge of pleasure grew in her chest. She turned to face him once again, grinning in delight as her fangs salivated. The priest reared up another kick, and was pulled backwards by the older of the two. His beard was gray, and his face aged.

"Do not be tempted to wrath, child. The Lord tests us as we condemn these beasts, and we mustn't fall to their influence."

Amaryllis laughed mockingly, continuing her provocation. "You lot are still worshipping that hippie? Come a thousand years, you'll be bowing and praying to the Beatles, won't you?"

The older priest pulled the younger further away, and she tightened in agitation upon seeing that her attempt to provoke had failed. They began speaking in hushed whispers. Amaryllis could discern a few phrases from the conversation.

"...doesn't work..." "...too powerful..."

She almost felt flattered that they believed their spiritual practices were futile because she was so strong, rather than the truth of the matter that they were just shouting book excerpts, throwing water on her, and pointing wood at her.

"Yes, lads, it appears I'm just too strong! Going to bring in the real experts, I presume?" Her voice was coated in excitement.

The older priest futilely threw one more splash of holy water onto her face before they both exited the room, leaving Amaryllis to boredom and silence.

Time passed, and the flame of desire continued to burn in her chest as she tapped her black, bound claws against the floor impatiently. After about an hour, the towering doors creaked open and wisps of smoke crept inward. Amaryllis quickly turned her gaze forward in anticipation, and her heart fluttered. A tall woman, who looked to be in her late thirties, entered the room. She had ruby red hair whose waves fluttered just above her shoulders, pale skin, a full chest, and emerald green eyes shimmering behind round glasses. A lit cigarette nestled between her lips emitted tendrils of silver-gray into the air. Her curvy, wide hips swayed and her black, knee-high heeled boots clicked with increasing volume as she approached Amaryllis. She wore a modest, black dress that wrapped her neck, stretched to her wrists with long sleeves that ended with loose angel cuffs, hugged her waist and hips deliciously, and flowed just past her knees with a loose skirt. Her outfit was complete with a red brooch at the top of her neck and a small golden crucifix charm on her necklace. The doors slammed loudly behind her. Amaryllis savored every second that she admired the woman approaching her.

"Good evening, darling! It's been a while, hasn't it? Finally excused the icky boys, ha-"

She was interrupted as the sturdy heel of a boot made sudden, heavy contact with the back of her head, the impact causing her face to collide with the stone floor. The woman held her weight on Amaryllis's head.

"Back again, are you?" She smirked and stubbed her cigarette on Amaryllis's back.

The pain of the impact frustrated Amaryllis with its dullness. She lifted her head slightly to face her. "I've missed you, Terra. My, you're just as ravishing as ever, aren't you?"

Terra lifted her foot and placed it back on the floor beneath her, tossing her cigarette to the side and causing it to roll and rest under a pew.

"Hello, Amaryllis. You're looking lovely yourself."

Her airy, elegant voice carried the same flat affect that Amaryllis remembered. She pulled her face from the cold stone. "Still working with the church?"

"No. They ask too much of me. I formed my own independent organization." Terra paced slowly, maintaining full eye contact with Amaryllis.

"Oh, prissy, are you? Too big for the ol' God boys?"

Terra snickered lightly with a small smile. "Oh, no. They just wouldn't let me alone with the beasts unsupervised." She grinned as she reached into her bag, retrieving a small, round glass bottle with a cork, filled with a semi-opaque, cobalt blue liquid. Terra approached Amaryllis and knelt, uncorking the bottle.

"Time to drink up, baby." She said patronizingly as she tightly grasped Amaryllis's neck and forced the opening of the bottle into her mouth. It burned, with a sickly sweet and bitter taste. Like vodka with too much sugar. It spilled down Amaryllis's throat and into her stomach painfully slowly.

Terra gave a mocking fake gasp. "Not even fighting me this time? What a good girl!"

The bottle was finally emptied, and Amaryllis began to cough and gag.

Her voice was strained. "Nine Hells, still goes down so easily, doesn't it? You make it taste so good just for me, love?"

The tincture coursed through her infernal veins. It wasn't long before she felt it. Her body felt heavier, and the shooting pain from her prior punishment became very real. She groaned and sighed in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck me." Her shoulders relaxed. She rattled her chains and found with delight that she was well and truly trapped. She could no longer escape. Her breath trembled. True fear gripped her lungs and her eyes widened as she felt the sensation of raw pain, one only her superiors back home and Terra with her tinctures could provide her. Dull aching radiated through her jaw from being kicked and pushed against the floor.

Terra giggled, her voice carrying the first iota of genuine emotion since she got there. She always maintained such a tough, cold artifice to keep up appearances. She reached again into her beige canvas bag.

Amaryllis struggled through the pain that was still growing. "New toys?"

She looked in confusion as Terra presented a white, rectangular piece of cloth. She tilted her head as she tried to identify it. Her thoughts were interrupted by the hard tip of Terra's boot colliding with the side of her face. The impact sent sharp agony through her cheek as she fell to her side, reeling.

"My word..." Amaryllis struggled out through groans of pain and joy.

"On your back, wretch." Terra stood above her, excitement and raw passion in her eyes as she held the white cloth firmly in her grip.

"What is- Terra, what is that?"

Amaryllis felt a tinge of genuine nervousness. She'd seen every torture device in existence. She lived in the Hells. But she had never seen what Terra held. Her mind raced. A breath constricting device? Was it merely a container for a more traditional instrument? Some cute way of storing an array of blades?

Amaryllis began to speak. "Wh-"

Terra's normally low voice cut her off and boomed with authority. "On your fucking back, wretch!" Her foot reared once again and brutally collided with Amaryllis's rib, the force turning her from her side onto her back. A stabbing, breath-stealing shock radiated through her torso. She coughed and sputtered, unable to respond. Terra kneeled above her.

"Why don't you just lay back like a good little pet and stop asking questions?" She took a condescending, maternal tone.

Amaryllis's rough voice pushed through her moans of pain.

"Terra, that-" she was quickly cut off by an icy, authoritative tone.

"My name will not once more pass your infernal lips, beast."

Amaryllis's face grew hot and she went silent, ego too large to comfortably address a human by a title of superiority.

Terra giggled as she withdrew a serrated silver dagger, encrusted with sparkling jewels from its scabbard. She admired the way it glittered with delighted bloodlust in her eyes. She gently traced the blunt side of the knife along Amaryllis's chest and spoke in a gentle tone tinged with condescension.

"You alright, sweetheart?"

Amaryllis's eyes were nearly rolling in the back of her head as she reveled in the sweet agony that enveloped her.

"Never been better, love."

Terra began to saw at Amaryllis's clothing, the look in her eyes resembling that of a wolf tearing through the skin of its prey to reach the flesh beneath. With each cut, her composure degraded. She danced on the brink of frenzy, tearing off the soaking cloth that covered Amaryllis's crotch and hastily shoving it into her bag.

She then unfolded the object that Amaryllis had still failed to identify on the floor in front of her and coated it with powder.

"Is that... Some sort of clothing? Doesn't look very scary, does it? And what's that you've got? Some sort of poison? Some chemical to burn my skin?"

Terra smirked as she lifted Amaryllis's legs up and placed it under her, and Amaryllis tightened in anticipation, waiting for the worst. She was surprised to feel... nothing. Just a plush padding under her bottom.

"This is a garment traditionally worn by human young when they have not yet developed command of their bodily functions. It is expected to be utilized in a manner that prevents soiling of floors or clothing." She gazed into Amaryllis's eyes, teasingly alluding to their last play session in which she urinated out of overwhelming pain and a particularly crushing blow to the back.

Amaryllis felt a scintilla of genuine embarrassment and confusion. "So why..." Her eyes narrowed. It didn't make much sense to her. Terra clearly didn't mind blood, saliva, or cum soiling the floor. This isn't even her home. It's a church dedicated to a religion she doesn't believe in.

"This isn't truly for utility, is it? Is this some odd sexual predilection of yours? You love to treat me like an animal companion, have you moved on to treating me as one of your young?"

Her face burned slightly at the idea. It sounded warm, and she had never had a mother. The idea sounded foreign to her, the depth of her knowledge being through observation. Devil life is ruthless. You appear one day as a fully matured imp, and you fight for your place in the dominance hierarchy. Amaryllis had never felt the warmth of motherly attention.

Terra's face became hot. She had never shared this with anyone aside from a few subs that she'd played with, but nobody as close and romantically important to her as Amaryllis. Terra didn't care what anyone thought of her. Except Amaryllis. She said nothing, and gently began to slide her fingers inside of Amaryllis. She salivated, having waited so long for her prized lover to return.

Amaryllis laid her head back and moaned in pleasure. Hands bound above her head clenching from the sudden stimulation, before Terra pulled her fingers out and gently began to massage Amaryllis's labia. She traced her fingertips along every crease and curve, admiring the way it differed from human anatomy. The curves were slightly sharper. The outside lips had small, dark red ridges that nearly resembled scales. These ridges were present along the rest of her body, most prominently along her spine and around her navel. She released her fingers and pulled the soft padding to snugly attach it around Amaryllis's hips.

Terra finished taping her up, and Amaryllis looked at her crotch to see a black cross print on the front, causing her to let out a giggle.

"Cheeky as ever, I see. Are you my mummy now?" Her tone was glib, veiling a miasma of vulnerability.

Terra gently patted her before standing to step on her padded cunt with all of her weight. Amaryllis moaned with pleasure, pain, and confusion.

"Hells, that feels weird..." Her eyes widened slightly in realization. "You wear these for kicks, don't you?" She sat up slightly and grinned in surprise through the pain of the heavy boot on her groin, her pearly fangs catching a glitter of the moonlight that shone through the window. "You've got one on under your dress, I'd wager. Give us a peek, won't you?"

She leaned forward before Terra's foot suddenly made contact with her chin, sending her back to a supine position. Terra withdrew a cat-of-nine-tails from her bag, gently running her fingers along the handle as she glared at Amaryllis, licking her lips in anticipation. She wound up, causing Amaryllis to flinch before every knot of stinging rope dragged across her face. Another lashing struck her belly, and finally once again on her face. The agonizing ecstasy overtook her, drawing a loud whine from her throat as Terra straddled her hips and lifted her dress so their crotches were in contact with one another's. Amaryllis tasted the tang of her own blood running down her face and trickling into her mouth. Terra leaned forward to draw her tongue along her cheek, savoring the taste of the black liquid that streaked her lover's face.

She gripped Amaryllis's horns with the whip still in her hand and pulled her inward, passionately shoving her tongue into her mouth, running it between the fork of Amaryllis's and beginning to grind her hips. They both moaned in pleasure, muffled into each other's lips.

"Fuck, I missed you, Ammy. I missed you so much." Terra's voice was soaked with desperation as she pulled away and continued her hip movement. "You can't stay away this long again."

"I won't, love. I give you my word." She leaned forward again to lock her forked tongue with Terra's, reciprocating the movement of her hips.

Their voices were silenced by a sudden creaking from the church doors opening slightly. Somebody had become curious of Terra's methods and decided to peek in. They caught a vague glimpse of Terra's back as she sat on top of the supine devil. Terra turned her head to face the door.

"Out!"

"Madam, what..."

"Dammit, I said out!" Her cold voice echoed through the walls of the large stone building, and the doors were quickly closed.

"My, it looks like the little mistress might be in trouble!" Amaryllis mocked in a singsong voice.

"They have no authority over me. They likely don't even understand what they saw." Terra's overwhelming desire caused her to brush off the incident quickly. Her vision was tunneling with lust.

She stood up and moved Amaryllis back to her knees, gently stroking her back with the tough ropes of her whip. Amaryllis was preparing herself for another lashing when, suddenly, Terra's foot pivoted and she drove her boot into Amaryllis's gut. She couldn't reel backward, as she was chained by her neck to the floor. She coughed and bent forward, bowing her head to the floor as if to worship the agony pulsing through every inch of her body. She wheezed, and felt a warmth growing between her legs.

"Hells below, you fucking angel." Her voice creaked, having been severely winded by the impact. She tried to catch her breath, and suddenly realized what was happening. "Nine, bury me alive."

Terra knelt behind her and placed her hand on her padded backside, which was raised in the air. She stared at the growing wet spot and nearly drooled with excitement.

"My, you're such an obedient little devil, aren't you? Pissing yourself like a filthy girl all because my boot commanded it?"

The humiliation and sheer physical throbbing sent waves of hot ecstasy through Amaryllis's body as she continued to wet herself.

"Burning Hells, is this how humans treat their young? Is this why they need these? I'm shocked that any of you survive to adulthood." She continued to cough and wheeze.

The new feeling was fascinating to her. Shame, warmth, and a squishy material growing against her aroused labia. The wounds on her face continued to exsanguinate her inky blood onto the floor. She finally finished emptying her bladder, and her head was jerked upward as Terra grasped her horn and began to saw at its base. The serrated blade vibrated her skull as her hazy vision tried to focus itself. Terra savored every stroke as she cut all the way through, removing her horn and beginning work on the other.

"Do you like these ones? I'm trying out a new, bold style as you can see." Her voice was still rough as she struggled to catch her breath. "How many have you got now? Twelve sets?" It was as if Terra couldn't hear her. Her mind was overwhelmed with desire. She continued sawing through the other, placing the horns in her bag when she had finished, and quickly but gently guiding Amaryllis to her back. She wanted to give her a break from the beatings after the last hit she endured.

Terra began removing her dress. She undid the buttons on her back and pulled it over her shoulders, revealing her bright white, lacy, two-piece lingerie underneath. She removed her bra, and all that was left on her body was a pair of lacy, ivory underwear, round glasses, and her black boots.

Amaryllis was stunned in admiration. Her eyes traced every curve of Terra's beautiful body as she sat to once again straddle her hips. She leaned forward and locked her lips with Amaryllis's. Her aggressive, frenzied movements night and day to the quiet, icy artifice she created for her exterior. She thrusted her hips to press their most intimate parts against each other. Her loins burned with passion. Her innards felt like a boiling cauldron. She stifled screams of pleasure and muffled erratic phrases into Amaryllis's mouth.

"God, I love you. You're so fucking hot. Foul fucking hellspawn."

Amaryllis closed her eyes and wrapped her tongue around Terra's. The lovely dance of pleasure and suffering twisted her guts to knots and flowed through her black heart like a raging river. Their hip movements grew more vigorous by the second, and Terra's breathing quickened. She squealed with elation as she began to reach her peak. She pulled away and grasped Amaryllis's face, fixing their eyes in contact. Her voice trembled in a whisper.

"Cum for me. Cum for your mistress, devil."

Amaryllis opened her eyes and became lost in her gaze. Her mind spun. She took boundless joy in having fully corrupted Terra. She had once been an innocent angel, now completely overtaken by lust and helplessly at the mercy of the love that burned in her soul. The love that bound their souls together.

Amaryllis arched her back as the cold rush of climax filled her body. Terra released her face from her grip and laid fully on top of her, her mouth forced open by the shock of pleasure that overtook her body. They failed to stifle shrieks of rapture as they came to orgasm in synchronization. Terra held Amaryllis tightly and dug her nails into her back. Amaryllis sank her fangs into Terra's shoulder, drawing the taste of rich, red mortal blood into her mouth. They harmonized in a chorus of ecstasy as their bodies rushed and boiled with unbridled elation.

Their waves of orgasm came to an end and they lay relaxed, panting vigorously, covered in sweat and one another's blood. Terra remained on top of Amaryllis, savoring the heat of the hot breath that met her neck. Her breathing began to steadily slow, as rolled onto the cold floor next to her to lie on her back side by side with Amaryllis.

"Stay with me, Amaryllis. Please, stay with me." Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke between generous drinks of oxygen.

"Sweetheart, you know I can't do that. I'll be around far more often though, okay? Things have changed."

"You promise?"

"I promise, Angel."

Terra cut Amaryllis's wrist bindings with her serrated dagger, finally freeing them. Amaryllis turned and wrapped her in her newly freed, sore arms as Terra ran her fingers along the smooth stumps that used to be horns on Amaryllis's head. They gently caressed one another's bodies and placed soft kisses on necks, hands, and chests. Time passed as they lovingly gazed into each other's eyes.

Terra checked her pocket watch and stood up, wiping the fluid that had leaked down her legs with a handkerchief she kept in her bag, and beginning to redress herself. She looked down at Amaryllis, who was covered in beautiful black cuts and bruises. Terra had thoroughly branded Amaryllis with her mark.

"I suppose it's about time you got home." Terra sighed, tears in her eyes as she tried to remain positive and glib. She imitated Amaryllis's accent. "Wouldn't want mummy downstairs to be upset, now, would you?"

Amaryllis chuckled. "No, we certainly wouldn't want that. Though it never does get easier for you to kill me, does it?" She returned to her knees as Terra finished pulling the dress over her head, fastening the buttons, and attaching her brooch. She retrieved a small vial from her boot, placing the rim to Amaryllis's face and collecting the midnight fluid that still trickled.

"What do you do with those? I'm quite curious."

"A... variety of things. I drink them, use them to aid my research, mix them in medicine... but I am running nearly dry."

Amaryllis narrowed her eyes, unsure of whether she believed Terra. The taste of salty-sweet sentimentality filled her mouth as she gazed into Terra's eyes. It was nearly silent as Terra filled the vial. Amaryllis waited patiently for her to finish, even if she may be betraying her brethren by providing mortals a valuable tool against them.

"I love you, Terra."

"I love you too, Ammy."

Terra finished filling her vial, sealing it with a cork and placing it into her bag. She continued to look downward at her soon-to-depart lover with painful tears in her eyes.

"Hey, love. Could you do me a favor and take this... whatever it's called off of me? Might be a bit difficult to explain to the girls back home."

"Oh, will it? Well, we wouldn't want you to be embarrassed returning to the pit covered in your own urine, would we?" She smirked teasingly.

"Yes, th-" Amaryllis was suddenly interrupted as the serrated blade slashed impossibly quick across her throat. Her eyes widened and her hands quickly tightened around her neck in disbelief. Torrents of thick blood poured from the slit, and Terra stood above smugly. Amaryllis looked up with a stunned grin, unable to help but admire Terra's delicious cruelty. Her speech croaked through blood bubbling in her throat.

"Cheeky fuck..." She choked out what laughter she was capable of as blood leaked from her mouth. Amaryllis felt her vision slowly begin to fade.

"Ta-ta, darling. I'll see you again soon." Her words were slow and strained.

"Goodbye, Amaryllis." She kneeled to place one more loving kiss on Amaryllis's dark, glossy red lips. Terra's tone had returned to her cold artifice, but sincere love and yearning could be heard underneath the facade. Her lips smiled warmly as she stepped back to once more admire her soulmate before she departed.

A roaring flame sparked at Amaryllis's feet, quickly engulfing her and transporting her body, and her embarrassing clothing, back to the Hells. In a second, it was over. Nothing but silence followed. Terra sat on a pew, retrieving from her bag and lighting another cigarette. She inhaled a drag of the acrid smoke, and tried to relax herself after such a physically and emotionally draining night. She exhaled a cloud of gray, and began to cry. She muffled her wails of longing into her hands. No matter how long she had, her time with Amaryllis would always feel as though it was cut short far too soon.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that beautiful, smug little fanged smile. She placed the severed horn against her cheek, closing her eyes and trying to be as close to Amaryllis as she possibly can. Tears continued as she finished her cigarette. She tossed it to the floor and stepping on the remaining embers. She returned her toys and mementos to her bag before returning to her feet.

She approached and pushed open the ebony doors once more while cleaning the remainder of the blood and tears from her face. The priests had been waiting in the entrance the entire time.

"Madam, what did you do in there?"

She sniffled lightly, concealing that she had been crying.

"My job. You religious types wouldn't understand."

The younger priest peered through the doors, and saw nothing but the empty metal collar on top of a pile of ash.

Epilogue

Terra entered her bedroom as the rain pattered against the window. She reached under her bed and retrieved a small briefcase. She clicked open the locks and lifted the lid to reveal a pile of bottles, all completely filled with Amaryllis's blood, each one meticulously labeled with a date and complete with a heart drawn on the front. Tears welled in her eyes as she wrote the current date on the one she collected that night, stored it within the box, and returned it underneath her bed.

She gently ran her fingers along the smooth horn she had severed from Amaryllis about an hour prior as she lay in her bed, her mind racing and constantly running over the events of the evening. Her yearning heart was warmed. Her eager loins had been satisfied. And yet, empty beds remain cold all the same. Amaryllis's voice echoed in her head.

I'll see you again soon.

She looked the ceiling and whispered, her voice trembling as she began to cry.

"Come back, my love."

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hi!!! my first little debut diving into heavier sadomasochistic stuff. i hope you liked it!!

i'm starting to get a little bit invested in writing more romantic relationships into my stories. perhaps my next one will be a bit less so, in case any of y'all prefer a more raw style over a sappy, sugary one.

a few self-notes for things i wasn't sure about:

the sex scene is a bit erratic. they move around a lot, and the actions are kinda scattered. this was intentional, as i was trying to capture the feel of terra's frantic lust. not sure if i'll change it.

amaryllis calling terra an angel may come off confusing. it was an attempt at a bit of doublespeak, as angels are the enemy of devils, though we perceive "angel" as a compliment. it's a mix, as a masochist experiences a mix of pain and pleasure. devils in d&d are known for their doublespeak, so i put a touch of it here.

i like the flow of the description of terra's outfit, though i see that it may be slightly awkward to read.

any feedback is welcome, i've never written heavier sadistic stuff before so this is all new to me <3

#ab/dl #ab/dl blog #md/lg #md/lg blog #bd/sm nsft #md/lg nsft #ab/dl nsft #waterlily writes

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evita-shelby · 10 months ago

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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.”

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #evacore #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder fanfic

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futureauthor24 · 1 month ago

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HAZBIN HOTEL REWRITE(ONESHOT): The Unknowing Future

Once upon a time, long ago, the universe birthed two omnipotent beings: Yahweh and Resha. Both were born to create. Yahweh created the crust of the Earth, while Resha created everything beneath the crust. After that, they left the Earth alone, letting it grow and blossom into itself. Yahweh and Resha had different views, so they went their separate ways and created their own realms.

Heaven and Hell. Heaven was filled with pure light, beautiful, and overflowing with untaintedness. However, Hell was pure darkness, nothing but lava and fire. Heaven was above and Hell was down. Yahweh took the name of God and Resha took the name of Roo, their past names long since buried and forgotten. God had their own set of creations, and Roo had hers. And that was all to it… Until a prophecy, long forgotten, is revealed.

“The stars shall fall, as the damned and the good shall cry out as their kind is faced with their end by the hand of the Antichrist, the first Nephilim.” The universe whispers, a soft whistle into the wind. A warning of a new god—a new omnipotent being, after so many years.

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The Antichrist, Roo hasn’t heard that name in many years. Sure, it was mentioned when she was first birthed, but the universe had been incredibly vague about who the Antichrist was, and what exactly their purpose was. But now, the universe has finally revealed who the Antichrist is, and their purpose. A harbinger of destruction. After so many years, judgment day was finally coming to pass. In the past, it was God’s duty to judge their creations, if they’ve failed, then they’re met with their end, if they pass, they live. Simple and incredibly easy, but God has softened and become fond of the disgusting creations they call humanity. Roo would do it herself, but she isn’t that powerful, sadly.

Because of God’s disobedience, The universe had to compromise and give such duties to someone else—The Devil’s spawn, Charlotte Morningstar. One of Roo’s beautiful and favorite creations. It had been difficult, creating a Nephilim isn’t easy, especially when you’re creating their biology. So, Roo may or may not have stolen the way God had created Jesus, and she used that as her inspiration. The universe was incredibly insistent about The Antichrist not having a soul, and how it was needless for them to have one. Soulless beings are unnatural, every living being has one, well except for God and Roo. Roo has never made one before, but she isn’t one to disobey The Universe, unlike God.

Does this mean that Charlotte would not love? Yes. She would not feel anything. Roo can only feel pity for Lucifer and Lilith, but alas, that is what The universe had demanded for how Charlotte should be created. All was going well, Roo watched over Charlotte through an orb, she didn’t expect anything to be different as she watched through the lenses of the orb. Everything was going fine, until Charlotte told her parents something incredibly odd, with a shining gleam in her eyes:

“I want to help sinners!”

The words echo through Roo’s head. Charlotte wants to help sinners, an innocent desire, that she should not have. Charlotte has a dream to help her citizens, the disgusting and absolutely dirty sinners. Charlotte Morningstar, future Harbinger of Destruction, and Antichrist has a soul. There is only one person who is capable of giving a soulless being a soul…

“God.” Roo growls, her lips scrunching into a pissed-off scowl.

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God takes a sip from a wine glass, the liquid a pleasant taste on their senses. After giving Charlotte a piece of themselves so she can use it as a soul, well they’re a bit tired and very weakened. They didn’t expect it to weaken them as much as it did, but the exchange had. God spread themselves too thin, and now they aren’t as strong as they once were. But it was worth it, no one deserves the cruel fate of not having a soul, especially not his granddaughter. Even if it changes the fate that The universe bestowed upon Charlotte, it is still worth it in the end. Charlotte’s future is now unseeable, who knows what path she may take, good or bad. But it shall be grand, God’s sure of it.

Now, God needs to take a much desirable vacation, after everything that’s happened and their entire existence, God is incredibly exhausted. They need time, ironically, to regain their strength back to its full level. For a time, they’ll have to leave Heaven in their children’s hands… Reluctantly. God is unsure how it happened, but their children’s behavior has changed. They’re more arrogant, superior, and unwilling to change. It would be a bad idea to leave Heaven in their hands, a terrible one even, but God doesn’t have any current options. God sighs, feeling their age, as they glance down at the wine in the glass.

“When did it all go wrong?” God wonders out loud and they lift the glass to their mouth, however, they don’t even get to take a sip as the glass explodes in their hand, the liquid getting all over God’s clothes and face. “My wine…” God mourns the wine they didn’t get to finish drinking.

“Yahweh!” A rough and quite unpleasant-sounding voice calls out, God’s expression deadpans, recognizing who it is. Roo is the root of all evil, the god of hell, and the mother of sins. Resha, their sister. Sometimes, God wishes they were an only child, it would make their life so much more pleasant.

“Resha,” God responds with a drawl, as their lips curl into a frown, “Lovely to see you again. Did you change your hair?” God’s voice oozes with sarcasm. Roo's face scrunches up into a feral snarl, however, God is unintimidated, they’re used to their sisters’ fiery temper.

“Shut up, you faceless buffon!” Roo snaps, her aura is lashing with the angelic energy, darkness never mixed well with the purity of Heavenly’s power. Roo points a claw at God, practically frothing at the mouth (ew), “I know what you did, you absolute idiot.” Roo spits out, her voice dripping with eons of hatred and venom.

God’s four eyes blink innocently at Roo, and they place their hand on their chest, “Moi? Whatever have I done, dearest sister?” God questions with an air of unawareness and confusion. It’s fun seeing Roo again, God can almost say that they’ve missed her presence. Almost.

“You gave Charlotte a soul!” Roo’s voice echoes throughout the throneroom, “Of all the idiotic things you’ve down over the ages, this one has to be the highest.” Roo bares her frighteningly, much too sharp teeth at God, yet, God’s expression remains unbothered.

“Ah. That. Yes, well I don’t have an explanation for why I did what I did,” God shrugs their shoulders carelessly, as they laze around on their throne, “I was feeling kind, I think.”

Roo scoffs, God has a feeling that she’s rolling her eyes, “Kind, my ass, you went against The universe’s explicit orders, again. Why? Is it because she reminds you of J–”

“Don’t.” God interrupts sharply and Roo gazes at God silently, her head cocked to the side as she observes her sibling. After a few minutes of silence, God starts speaking again, “No one deserves the fate of not having a soul, Resha. She would’ve gone mad, yearning for something she couldn’t have.” God says softly, remembering the haunting visions of Charlotte and her future. It was nothing but madness, destruction, and death.

Roo’s gaze is steady and she crosses her arms, “And yet, you’ve set her future up for a more tragic fate,” Roo declares, glaring at God heatedly, “She feels now. She loves, dreams, and she has hope. The universe will now allow her to keep the soul she has when it’s time for her to take her role as The Antichrist. Do you know what it’s like, dear brother, for a being to lose a soul? It’s a fate worse than death. You didn’t save her fate, you made it worse.” Roo sneers at God, giving them a disgusted look, as she teleports away, her dark aura leaving with her.

God collapses fully into their throne and they sigh heavily, their shoulders slumping. They can only hope that such a thing will not happen to Charlotte, anything can happen in her future, it isn’t linear, and it’s all because of God blessing her with a soul.

The future is now in fate's hands.

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dioslesbianwife · 7 days ago

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Imagine the Jofoes with a partner who is the child of the devil the antichrist who has followers sounds perfect for them.

sure, hope you enjoy! thanks for requesting

Dio

Oh, he adores you. A fellow entity of power, someone who can bend mortals to their will just as easily as he does.

You’re a god in your own right, and Dio has no issue sharing his throne with someone as formidable as you.

He’d whisper praises in your ear, smirking as he watches yet another helpless victim throw themselves at your feet.

“How glorious you are, my love. It’s no wonder they worship you.”

Kars

Kars is intrigued. You’re powerful, charming, and your followers worship you like a deity.

He understands the appeal of being adored, but your ability to entrance people so effortlessly? That’s something even he finds impressive.

If you ever entice an enemy into a trap, he’ll watch in amusement, admiring the way you turn their free will into nothing but an illusion.

“A fascinating ability. I suppose lesser beings can’t help but kneel before something greater.”

Esidisi

He’s entertained by your ability to lure people in, watching as mortals fall over themselves just to earn your favor.

Loves how effortless it is for you- your voice, your presence, it’s all so natural to you.

He gets a little jealous sometimes, but only because he wants more of your attention.

If you ever lure someone into a deadly trap, he’d laugh hysterically, admiring your cruelty.

“Oh, you’re truly wicked, my dear! Watching them walk right into their doom..!”

Wamuu

He respects your strength and influence but isn’t as interested in manipulation as Kars or Esidisi.

However, he does find it fascinating how you can lead people willingly to their own destruction.

If he sees you manipulate an enemy into submission, he’ll nod in approval but also warn, “A warrior should fall in battle, not by deceit.”

He admires you deeply, though, a force to be reckoned with.

Santana

He doesn’t understand the appeal of followers, but he sees how humans are drawn to you like moths to a flame.

Sometimes, he just watches in silence, observing how people desperately crave your approval.

He doesn’t interfere, but if someone ever dares to turn on you, he’ll eliminate them in an instant.

Doesn’t say much about it, but if you ask if he enjoys watching you work, he’ll just grunt, “It’s efficient.”

Yoshikage Kira

Finds your charisma unsettling, he doesn’t understand how you gain so much devotion so easily.

He wouldn’t want your followers anywhere near his private life, but he’d secretly admire how you deal with unwanted people effortlessly.

If you eliminate someone through sheer manipulation, he’ll nod approvingly and mutter, “That was… effective.”

Though he’d never admit it, he finds your power intoxicating.

Diavolo

He understands the power of influence and is impressed by your ability to control others.

If you use your charisma to make an enemy destroy themselves, he’d be grinning in satisfaction.

Protective of you, though. He doesn’t like the idea of others worshipping you too much, it makes him paranoid.

But he does love watching you work, even if he won’t say it outright.

Doppio

He’s both in awe and a little afraid of your abilities.

Seeing people throw themselves at your feet makes him nervous, but also a little proud.

He’d never question your power, but he worries about your safety.

If you ever manipulate someone to their downfall, he’d gulp but nod in approval. “That was…really something…”

Funny Valentine

He admires your ability to unite people but views your devoted followers as a potential army for his cause.

Finds your power of manipulation intriguing and wonders if you��d make a good political leader.

If you lure someone to their doom, he’d watch with an unreadable expression, thinking about how to best use your abilities.

He’d never underestimate you. You are a force to be reckoned with.

Diego Brando

At first, he’s a little skeptical of your followers.

But when he sees you effortlessly lead someone to their end, he realizes how dangerous you really are.

Smirks approvingly. “Tch. I almost feel bad for them.”

Finds you fascinating but keeps his own guard up- he knows how powerful charm can be.

Tooru

Finds you utterly captivating.

He understands the power of influence, but you take it to a whole new level.

Your demonic abilities, maybe one to make people willingly destroy themselves? He finds it delightful.

“You really are something special.” He’ll say, watching you with a smile.

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bolliancat · 1 year ago

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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 ♡

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worldswithoutendings · 1 year ago

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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.

#michael langdon #american horror story #american horror story: apocalypse #michael langon x reader #michael langdon scenario #michael langdon imagine

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anonymousewrites · 1 year ago

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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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