#The Fallen Archangel Organization

[multiversal-fusion-reborn]

"Live your life. Live it well."

Pale Death, to the ones who need to hear it most

[fangdokja]

AEAWWAWAWAWAA I LOVE YOUR (WITD) OTOME ISEKAI WORK!!!

So a question that I have, how do you rank all of them in terms of strength, both physical and magical? Because honestly? If I put all of them in the same room, I think the only ones who will walk out unscathed might be the Supreme Mage, Demon King, and the Demon Assassin- but I can't be too sure since they're the only ones who I know have INSANE levels of magical strength.

(Supreme Mage-> Can literally turn back time

Demon King-> Can unintentionally destroy surroundings by just losing control of his emotions+Killed a Fallen Archangel+Won multiple battles

Demon Assassin-> Proves multiple times that he can potentially be on par against the Demon King)

I hate it here.

❤︎ Synopsis. Trapped in a reverse harem of overpowered, emotionally unstable warlords, I’ve learned three things: love is just a polite word for obsession, survival is a full-time job, and statistically speaking, I should have died five times by now. But sure—tell me again how this is every girl’s dream.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Various! Otome Isekai Characters x Fem. Reader

♡ Headcanons. How to Survive a Reverse Harem (You Don’t) - Part 1

♡ Word Count. 2,242

♡ TW. Heavy Dark Humor + Satirical Comedy, Reader dissing everyone including you (I'm talking about all of you Readers)

♡ A/N. That was a very enthusiastic response. Sounds oddly familiar, and very ENFP. I could be wrong, but the intro reminds me of people. Anyways... This isn't a request, but an ASK. I genuinely do like world building. However, this ask requires a semi-formal answer. Hence, the organization. Also I'm shocked you showed me actual lore. Reminds me of this request for Yandere! Marine Corps. Though, this does have a different structure than my usual works. But still entertaining. Also, I worked on this quickly, because I enjoyed writing in this style tbh. Just once in a while. I also won't be too specific though.

♡ Their Story. One of them wants to marry you. The other wants to make sure he never does.

[BEGIN LOG]

Date: Irrelevant. Time: Wasted. Will to live: Nonexistent.

Not sure if it qualifies as survival or just prolonged suffering. Either way, I'm still here. Yay me.

For those of you who have found this document, congratulations. That means either one of three things:

You’re as desperate for answers as I was.

You’re already too deep into this mess and need a coping mechanism (writing helps, trust me).

You’re dead, and this is just some eldritch horror reading through my notes like a bedtime story before coming after me next.

If it’s option three, I hope you choke on my misery.

You ever wake up and wonder if, at some point in your past life, you pissed off some all-powerful cosmic entity? Like maybe you accidentally stepped on the Eldritch Lord of Relationships’ robe, and now you're cursed to live in the world's most EXHAUSTING social experiment?

No? Just me?

Well, sit down, idiots. Because apparently, you people find this entertaining.

Let’s get one thing straight. Reverse harems are not fun. You think it’s all, “Oh, she’s got multiple hot, dangerous men fighting over her, how dreamy!”—wrong. It’s like living in an active war zone but instead of actual grenades, it’s obsessive, overpowered lunatics with emotional damage so profound it could be studied in medical journals. There is nothing enjoyable about constantly monitoring the probability of spontaneous assassination attempts every time you walk into a room.

For whatever reason, some of you seem to think strength is the most important thing in this nightmare circus. Oh, how stupid. How naïve. If power alone decided the outcome of battles, then history books wouldn’t exist. But sure, let’s indulge your little power ranking delusions and talk about these walking natural disasters.

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Before we begin, let me ask you, dear audience, one simple question: What is actually wrong with you?

No, really. Because I need to understand what kind of psychosis leads a person to actively seek out and romanticize a scenario in which one (1) socially detached, chronically exhausted individual (me) is forced to navigate an entire reverse harem of homicidal, magical, and politically influential lunatics.

You. Yes, you reading this. You think this is fun? You think it's "hot"? You think I'd enjoy this?

Congratulations, you're officially the reason why the world deserves to burn.

Now, since you refuse to let me die in peace and insist on knowing which of these disasters would hypothetically survive an all-out brawl (which, by the way, has already happened multiple times because they all suffer from incurable testosterone poisoning), I suppose I have no choice but to indulge your delusions.

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❤︎ Disclaimer (because some of you can’t read).

Before you open your shriveled little mouths to cry about "power scaling" or "but actually, technically—" let me stop you right there. Everyone in this story is ridiculously strong. Their strength could shatter nations, rewrite laws of reality, and make lesser beings soil themselves at the mere thought of their existence. Compared to you? They might as well be extraterrestrial beings.

But compared to each other? Well. That’s where things get interesting.

So sit down, shut up, and try not to let your fragile egos get bruised when your favorite isn’t ranked as the ultimate all-powerful deity. You're lucky I even bothered to explain this, considering most of you wouldn't last five minutes in this world without crying, vomiting, or both.

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Now, onto the subject at hand: Ranking the Men Who Have Made My Life a Living Hell.

Yes. Them. The supposed "love interests" of this so-called story. You ever wake up one day, and find yourself as the unfortunate soul caught in the crossfire of some overpowered, emotionally unstable men with enough magic, weaponry, and unresolved trauma to wage an entire war over you?

That’s me. Hi. Welcome to my breakdown.

Since I’ve managed to slip through the cracks (for now), I’ve decided to document their strengths. For research purposes? For future escape attempts? For spite? Who knows. Maybe all of the above. Maybe none.

Here’s what I’ve compiled so far:

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❤︎ Physical Strength Ranking.

Because sometimes, magic isn’t enough and these men like to resolve their issues with their fists. Or swords. Or daggers. Or just brute force in general. It’s exhausting.

(Or: "Which One Would Yeet Me Across a Room the Farthest")

♡ Yandere! Master Thief – Listen. He’s fast. He’s slippery. He’s also the most likely to run away instead of engaging in actual combat. He doesn’t fight, he strategically retreats. If he has to fight, he wins by being an insufferable bastard. But brute force? No. If I had a rock, I could probably take him in a fistfight. (This is foreshadowing.)

♡ Yandere! Supreme Mage – He’s not weak, but let’s be real—he doesn’t train his body, he trains his magic. The only reason he’s above the thief is because he’s at least accustomed to lifting heavy grimoires and standing dramatically in high towers while the wind blows through his robes. That has to count for something.

♡ Yandere! Archduke – You would think someone of his status would have the raw strength to back it up, but let’s be real: he has People for that. Like, actual armies. Sure, he’s dangerous, but it’s not because of his strength. It’s because he can literally just send an entire brigade after you while he sits there sipping wine and making vague threats.

♡ Yandere! Crown Prince – A lifetime of royal training has made him decent at combat. He has discipline, skill, and years of experience with a sword. But would he win in a feral, no-holds-barred fistfight? No. Absolutely not. He’s still a prince. Which means at his core, he’s pampered. He would hesitate to fight dirty. And that’s why he would lose.

♡ Yandere! War Hero – Finally, someone who has actually seen some shit. He has the scars, the combat experience, and the sheer stubbornness of someone who refuses to die out of pure spite. Physically strong, absolutely. But he’s also very "by the book" when it comes to fighting. Which is unfortunate for him, because the next three don’t play fair.

♡ Yandere! Demon Assassin – Built different. Too fast, too smart, too unhinged to go down easily. He fights like he’s a glitch in reality—no wasted movement, no hesitation. Also the most likely to stab you first and ask questions never.

♡ Yandere! Demon King – Do I even need to explain this one? He is literally a demon king. He has killed celestial beings. His rage alone can shatter mountains. I once saw him accidentally break an entire fortress just because he got mildly irritated. Mildly.

♡ Yandere! Enemy Spy – …Ah. And here we are. The anomaly. The one that should not be this powerful and yet somehow is.

Listen, I know things. Things that you don’t. Just trust me when I say that if you think the Demon King is the most terrifying entity on this list, you are not ready for the truth.

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❤︎ Magical Strength Ranking.

If I had a gold coin for every time I nearly died from spontaneous magic exposure, I’d buy an alternate dimension where none of these people exist. But alas.

(Or: "Which One Would Destroy Reality the Fastest")

♡ Yandere! War Hero – He’s strong, yes, but magically? Almost nonexistent. He’s a normal human being (albeit an absurdly powerful one). No magical gimmicks, just raw battle instinct. You could drop-kick him into another universe and he’d probably still survive off sheer willpower alone.

♡ Yandere! Crown Prince – Has magic. Uses it occasionally. But his real strength is in political manipulation and military strategy. If he’s using magic, it means shit has hit the fan hard.

♡ Yandere! Master Thief – Ah yes. Magic. The cheating tool of cowards. He doesn’t have raw magical power, but he has a frankly unfair amount of tricks that let him survive situations where he absolutely should have died. His whole existence is a scam.

♡ Yandere! Archduke – Refined, tactical, and disturbingly efficient. He does not waste magic. If he’s using it, it’s because you’re already dead.

♡ Yandere! Demon Assassin – Fast. Deadly. Unpredictable. The kind of person who would kill you with a single spell and not even stick around to see if it worked. Annoying.

♡ Yandere! Demon King – If raw magical power were the deciding factor, he’d be top three. He wields the kind of destructive force that civilizations fear. But he’s also emotionally unstable, which means he can be baited into losing control. Good for psychological warfare. Bad for literally everything else.

♡ Yandere! Supreme Mage – Time. Magic. Literal reality alteration. And yet, he is still not the most powerful one here. Why? Because despite his ability to turn back time, he still cannot escape the cursed fate of being a yandere in an otome isekai narrative.

♡ Yandere! Enemy Spy – I refuse to elaborate. This man is an anomaly. He should not be this strong. There is no reason for it. And yet, here we are. Spoilers? Yeah, I have them. Will I share? No. Wallow in ignorance, as I do in despair.

As if I’d tell you. What, do you think I get paid to explain my personal torment to an invisible audience? No, I do this out of spite.

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❤︎ Conclusion.

If, at any point, you read through this document and thought to yourself, “Wow, this is so cool!” I regret to inform you that you have lost all credibility as a rational human being. There is nothing “cool” about being trapped in a constant state of hyper-awareness, wondering which psychotic warlord is going to attempt a romantic gesture that results in a body count.

To those who still believe that my life is some sort of dream scenario: I envy your naivety. May you never experience the reality of what it means to be the object of multiple obsessive affections. May you never know the fear of realizing that every person in your immediate vicinity could, with minimal effort, end your existence in ways that defy the laws of physics.

And if you still insist on romanticizing this?

Congratulations, you have Stockholm Syndrome. Seek help.

Disgusting.

And yet. Despite it all. You’re still here. You’ll come back. You’ll keep reading. Because deep down, you are not normal. You enjoy this insanity.

And that? That’s on you.

I wash my hands of this nonsense. Goodbye.

I don’t even care anymore. If you want to simp, fine. Just know that I am staring directly into your pathetic, degenerate soul and judging you immensely.

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❤︎ Final notes. Power does not equate to survival. Intelligence does. And if you’re reading this, you’re already at a disadvantage because they’re smarter than they look. Pray for me. Or don’t. At this point, I have no expectations.

[END LOG]

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[planchettettv]

I had the wonderful opportunity to work with @humoringholly on their entry for the @fairytalegobang and created this illustration for their work:

Angel and Demon's Grimm

Summary:

The Kingdom of the Fallen and Heavenvale were once a united, but when the Queen disappeared, Metatron, claiming to be Her "voice" took over as King. Anyone who spoke out against him was cast out and Fell. Crowley of the Fallen looks out for his people, but longs to find his best friend. Aziraphale had left to "make a difference" in King Metatron's court as the Supreme ArchAngel, but he vanished and was not heard from after he left with King Metatron. A strange mist descended over the forest, and tales of a song echoing through the trees was all that was left of Aziraphale. When the armies from Heavenvale were ordered by King Metatron to come and ravage the villages in the Kingdom of the Fallen, burning them and taking all that they had, Crowley set off on a quest to find and rescue his best friend who is more than just "an angel he knows" to rekindle their "arrangement", find the Queen, destroy King Metatron and unite the kingdoms again!

Please go check out this wonderful fairy tale starring our two Ineffable favorites! My addition to the Bang is a little late as life got in the way of this ambitious project, but I am so glad I got paired with Holly. Their beautiful world and magic-spun tale really inspired several different drafts, and my only regret is that I couldn't work on all of them. Special shoutout to @fairytalegobang for hosting such an amazing event, with SO MANY amazing entries. Please check them out and all of our related tags to see more wonderful work!!

[thealogie]

i feel like they were sprinkling hints throughout the season that Crowley had been a Big Deal and then episode 6 hits us with a relative sledgehammer lmao. He can access the top secret files. All the Capital-A Archangels recognize him and apparently he worked with them. The decision to focus in on Crowley's face after Gabriel comments on how few High Order Archangels (or whatever) there are, and then AGAIN when the Metatron mentions that one Prince of Heaven had already fallen. Also he brings the guy who the demons killed back from the dead. Not as zombies like the Nazis, but fully alive and healthy. When in the 1800s minisode we see that Aziraphale can't resurrect people. All in all: not beating the Raphael allegations

It’s delicious because it’s like….guy who was really really good at being an Amazon exec quits, devotes life to anti-Amazon organization which also turns out to be terrible so now he just wants to live on a commune with his husband

[ashintheairlikesnow]

🦷 for…literally anyone. Go crazy with this

CW: BBU, some mouth whumpiness although the whump is emotional, medical whump

"Okay, here we go. Now, I'm going to insert this into your mouth, and you're going to bite down, as evenly as you can, and hold it until I say. Got it?"

Oskar looks at the little plastic tray in Arvid's hand as though the spongy, grayish thing inside of it is something alive that might bite him at any second. "Why?"

"I want to make a mold of your teeth."

Oskar shifts rapidly backwards in the exam chair in Arvid's 'medical room', also known as the half of his basement space he doesn't sleep in. One wrist brushes against the open leather buckles that can be used to restrain patients and he flinches violently away from it, face going suddenly white except for two red spots in his cheeks. "But-"

Arvid closes his eyes, taking a breath. "Oskar. Just do it."

Oskar shakes his head, curling his knees up to his chest and sliding his arms around his legs. His mouth opens and closes a few times on a word that never seems to quite make its way out. "I-... I don't want to," He whispers, hiding the bottom half of his face behind his knees, only his dark eyes showing, staring, hurt, at Arvid. "I don't want to do that. Please, Arvid, I-I don't, I don't want to-"

"Oskar," Arvid says, keeping his voice calm only with difficulty. This is irritating. "

Oskar's eyes drop and he stares down at the stirrups that hang off the end on long metal poles, where patients can slide their feet and hold their legs open. If possible, he blanches even further, and Arvid fights down his annoyance at the delay. "I have Samael coming in in like half an hour for bloodwork, we need to get this done before she gets here."

Oskar curls himself up even more tightly, closing his eyes and giving his head one more weak shake. "Please," He whispers. "I don't want to."

"Oskar. It is just to get a teeth mold! This is completely normal!" He thinks. Actually, Arvid doesn't have much of a comparison for normal, but it's normal for the work he does, anyway. He has molds of the mouths of all of the archangels and most of the other employees of the organization, too. He has molds of his own teeth, damn it. "I'm tired of you wasting my time with this, so just... fucking do as I say. You're my pet, aren't you?"

Oskar's breaths are coming shallowly, and he doesn't open his eyes. "Yes," He whispers. "I am." One of his hands moves to touch the collar around his neck, as if reminding himself. "I, I am yours."

"Right. So just. So just do the thing, so we can get it done and I can go back to doing my actual job before Samael shows up and wonders why nothing's ready for her..." He trails off as he hears a strange noise, like a clicking, and tilts his head. His eyes trail downward, until he realizes... it's the chair rattling in place.

Oskar is shaking so hard the exam chair is shaking, too.

"... hey." Arvid looks down at the molding clay in the dental tray - it'll dry out and be more or less useless if this takes much longer - and then, with a sigh, he sets it back down on the little metal rolling table and reaches out, putting one hand on either side of Oskar's face. "Talk to me. What's wrong with this? The tray, the... the chair? Is that it?"

Oskar hesitates, then opens his eyes again, looking up at Arvid without raising his chin. "... both."

"Okay... uh. What the fuck is wrong with them?" The chair is... just a chair. Arvid had gotten it at an insanely low price some years back during a private estate sale he decided not to look too closely into - but Oskar is clearly terrified of the damn thing. He's not even restrained - Arvid only uses those when one of the archangels is violent or hallucinating.

"Clinic c-chair." Oskar's teeth click together from his trembling. His eyes are glimmering in the lights with tears that haven't fallen yet. "The, the mold for a-... a gag, I don't... I don't want to have a gag here, Arvid. I don't-... I don't want to-"

"What? It's-... it's not for a gag."

Oskar swallows hard, licking at his lips. "It's... not?"

"No... no. Jesus Christ, Oskar, it's for if you get hurt and lose a tooth or something, so we can get you a good screw-in tooth and shit. I was thinking the other day about how you've ended up going out on fieldwork with me twice, plus you've been climbing the tree in the yard, and just in case, we should have shit ready to go for your records. That's all."

Oskar glances sidelong at the little plastic tray, then back at him. His lips press into a thin line, the skin paling at the pressure, before he tries to talk again. "I don't... want anything in m-my mouth, Arvid. Please-... I, I can't. Please, please don't make me. Please."

Arvid inhales. He knows if he checks his phone that time is running out, Samael's going to walk in any fucking second. "Oskar. We are going to do this and we are going to do this now. Open your fucking mouth. I am ordering you, as your owner, to open your mouth."

The look of open, honest pain and fear on Oskar's face sends a twist of some strange unpleasant chill through Arvid's chest, but he at least slowly nods and - jaw trembling - opens his mouth wide for Arvid to slide in the tray, then bites gently down. Sounds come, unbidden, from his throat - muffled whines that he doesn't even seem fully conscious of. Arvid can all but see his pulse racing in the spot just under his jaw. His eyes lock on Arvid's face and stay there.

"Good boy," Arvid soothes. Usually praise is a one-way ticket to fixing Oskar's bad moods, but this time it just seems to bounce right off him. The tears finally fall, running in clear trails over his cheekbones. Arvid wipes them away with his thumb and Oskar flinches, minutely, never quite pulling away. "It's all right. It's all right. Just a few more seconds..."

He takes the little handle on the tray, murmurs for Oskar to open carefully and slowly, and pulls it out to set it aside and get the next one ready for the bottom teeth. Oskar's trembling never stops, the chair rattling lightly, the pet's fingers dug into the padding until his knuckles are pure white.

Arvid finishes the second tray, and as soon as he removes it and says a soft all done, you were very good, Oskar uncurls, bolts off the chair, and races past the curtain that separates the two halves of Arvid's life. His feet slap on the concrete floor and Arvid watches him go, sighing.

He hears Oskar climb into the bed, the gentle squeak of the springs in the mattress as he buries himself under blankets and probably curls right back up into the little ball likes that. Muffled sobs are just barely audible, and Arvid's teeth itch to go ask him to stop that shit, it's annoying and he has shit to do today, he can't waste his time comforting Oskar's every fear.

But... he caused the fear.

Arvid hesitates, feeling that strange unpleasant twist again.

It's guilt.

He inhales, looking over at the curtain. "Oskar..." He trails off. He should just... go over there and apologize, hold him for a while, let him talk about it or something. It'd be the kind thing to do, and Oskar is the best thing he has in his life these days.

There's a harsh, loud sniff. "Yes?" Oskar's voice is thick and heavy with his tears.

"Listen, I just-" The door to the basement opens and Samael, a woman who seems created entirely in shades of black and slightly less black, steps inside. Arvid swallows the rest of his sentence.

The sounds of Oskar's fear stop - muffled even more thoroughly as he must hear Samael enter, too.

"Am I early?" Sam asks, eyebrows raising. The piercing in one glints in the flat white light of the exam side of the room. "Where's your little creature, isn't he around you all the time these days?"

"He's... busy," Arvid says. "Just give me a second to get the vials ready for you."

"Busy? Doing what?" Sam hops up onto the exam table, even swinging her legs a little. She's maybe five foot three on a good day, but Arvid knows damn well she can snap necks with her thighs alone and is one of the best in the business. "What do pets even do?"

Arvid ignores her. He walks over to peek around the curtain, faintly smiling as he sees the very Oskar-shaped lump on the bed, a hint of his hair showing on the pillow.

"We'll talk about it later," He says, pitching his voice low. "Okay?"

There's a rustle as Oskar shifts around under the blankets he's hidden himself in. He peeks out, just a bit of hair and pale forehead and huge eyes. "Yes, sir," He says, voice weak.

Arvid sighs. Oh, good. He's sir again. Great.

Sometimes, this shit is harder than he thought it would be.

[kaledya]

Hi, I recently discovered you AU, and it is amazing, everyone looks so dapper and I love it. I do have a few questions

Are other fallen angels(not in the show) canon to your AU, such as Azazel or Abaddon/Apollyon(If they count) if so what are they like.

What was Rapheal against redemption, if I remember correctly in on of your AU info posts, it states that Raphael and Azrael were against Charlie's ideas, I understand Azrael, but why Raphael. (I think I am misremembering the other angel beside Azrael)

Is it OK if I make a fanfic based on your AU? I just want to ask to be sure.

I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY AU!!

1-I haven't added another fallen angel to my AU yet other than 7 Deadly Sins + Paimonda. But I may expand the story in the future.

Azazel and Abaddon are not in SSAU right now, but in AA written by Marquisev there is a really well-written character named Abaddon, who is the brother of the True Archangels.

2. Raphael is the archangel of healing Too many innocent angels' blood was shed in the war started by Lucifer, so he holds a grudge against his brother.+ He thinks that the wounds caused by the blood shed by sinners cannot be closed or healed.

He doesn't think they deserve a second chance, he is disgusted with them.

3.Of course it's okay! I'm so glad you liked this AU. And if you're going to write on AO3, if you add this tag to your AU, other people can easily access yours when they search for fanfics in this SSAU!

[lunartearrose-artblog]

Oc kiss week 2025!! Prompt - Desperate

Pair: Galette (left) and River (right) (kiiiinda petrified

Story below!

Galette X River - Desperate

Early morning, a year to the day that her Beloved was encased in stone.

A year to the day that Galette's curse was shattered in the cruelest of ways. 

A year to the day, the cure for this strong petrification spell, cast by a fallen archangel, had not been found. 

In a world of magic and possibility, her love was stolen. But she wouldn't give up hope. 

As a witch adept in magic of bodies and blood, she could feel his beneath the stone, stagnant in its channels and organs. Of his body, she still had the parts they traded off, and he still had what she bestowed to him. She theorized, in this connection, lied the answer to their cure for him.

But still as stone he remained. Despite her strength, and how she grew it…

Friends of friends gave their condolences, her found family wore and shed their black attire, offered what they could to help Galette feel better. But thanks to her smiling curse being shattered by River's fate, she couldn't even pretend that it worked.

 She refused to wear her black mourning clothes. Instead, she donned lilac purple. A color that painted memories of him, and the hoodie he always wore. 

She held the cold stone of his body in her arms, resting against him. If she closed her eyes, she could pretend the heat she felt wasn't her own skin warming it. 

“I miss you, you know.” Galette sighed gently. “I wanna take a hammer and smash the stone apart, like it would bring you back out… but I know that won't help either of us.”

She missed the softness of his skin. The feel of his lips. On instinct… she finds herself planting a kiss on them, desperate for his warmth. The way he smiled into her own. 

But all it was was stiff, unmoving stone. As tears well in her eyes, she straightens up, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Searching, searching for anywhere that was how it once had been.

Finding, finding nothing but a cruel fate left in his wake.

“Please…” Galette sighed, as the sun began to set. “Just please, come back already…”

…

As the sun began to set, and friends began to worry, Azel departed from their shared home, deeper into the woods. Violet was worried about Galette, after all - and Azel had a strong feeling he knew where Galette was.

In the twilight-lit woods, spirits danced. From small bugs to deer and other creatures, he could see all of them. 

And as he made his way, to the clearing where his trust was betrayed, where he almost lost everything… he found her. Curled up beside the stone statue, lilac dress sullied by the ground she laid on.

Laying next to her, a familiar spirit. Red eyes and purple dyed onto locs of black hair, tan skin and an aura that matched his favorite color - the pink of Galette's hair. If one were to look at just the auras, not the souls, it would look as if it were surrounding just one entity. That's how inseparable they were. 

In the early days, Azel couldn't bring himself to come here. The ever-sleeping body of the one he once trusted like a father lied a ways away, overgrown by bushes, his soul anchored to his body's inside as it experienced damnation of a kind he'd never seen before. Not only that, but River was there. Telling him that this wasn't his fault, that he was just a kid led astray, groomed to do what he did, hell, his memories were altered. There was nothing he could have done, because River would never let anyone else take the fall.

But now, with his heart full of resolve, to find a way to fix his mistakes, he found the strength to visit. After all, if he didn't… he's sure Galette would've frozen out here many times over. 

The spirit of River glanced his way, smiling at him.

“Hey. Good to see you again. Could you get her back to our room?” He'd asked.

“Of course.” Azel replied, and carefully picked up Galette.

 It was no small feat, either - she's taller than any of them by a good, wide margin. 

“I'll give her that blanket she likes, hot chocolate… the works you told me about.” Azel replied.

“Good. Thank you.” River smiled.

As Azel turned to walk, he heard a question pass his ears that he never hoped to.

“I don't want to leave her. But… should I be… moving on?”

Azel shook his head. “No. We're going to do whatever it takes. Violet is following any trails she can on a solution - and December's gone to further his magic… I could go on. Just stay strong.”

River sighed softly. “Okay. But. In theory, if nothing works… please take care of her for me. Okay? Please…”

“I will.”

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Aziraphale liked to keep tabs on his celestial buddies, but he was all tied up doing—Crowley didn’t really even know, being a lazy arse probably—so Crowley had gone to LA to check on Raguel. But instead of a messed up archangel, he finds BLOODY LUCIFER HIMSELF. Bright side--well, weird side--the boss has apparently fallen in love with a human? So that's... something. [A demon's perspective on Deckerstar. Or, for Good Omens fans, Crowley is totally bewildered when he finds out his boss kind of likes Earth, too. Should read clearly if you only know Lucifer or GO. Murder Mysteries is treated like ancient history, and explained in the narrative.]

Author: SpinnerDolphin

Note from aubmitter: Part of the Angel Network series

[fruitomens]

Current & future projects (subject to change)

1. Good Omens

Lights, Camera, Love. (Completed)

Summary: Crowley is a talented Hollywood star who is known to be a diva that’s difficult to work with. He experiences a nexus event when he is paired with his new co-star Aziraphale, a beloved rom-com actor. Serendipity ensues. Their off-screen chemistry becomes the talk of Hollywood after the paparazzi captures their burgeoning romance, turning their lives and careers into a media frenzy.

Rating: Explicit.

Blood Ties and Secret Kisses. (In progress)

Summary: In the shadowy world of organized crime, Ezra and AJ are sworn enemies. Their families have been at war for decades, with the Fells and Crowleys battling for power and prestige. But amidst the bloodshed and betrayal, Ezra and AJ have harbored a secret - for years, they've been in love.

Rating: Explicit

Blood Ties and Wedding Bells. (TBA)

Summary: Five years have passed since Crowley and Aziraphale evaded their families and began building a life together. They've managed to keep their relationship a secret, a beacon of hope amidst the longstanding feud. Now, they're ready to take the next step and get married.

But as news of their impending wedding spreads, it shatters the fragile peace they've carved out. Both the Crowleys and the Fells see the union as a threat, a potential merge that could upset the power dynamic. In a shocking turn of events, the sworn enemies forge a temporary truce, uniting against a common enemy: Crowley and Aziraphale's love.

Rating: Explicit

Fallen Masquerade (TBA)

Summary: When the Archangel Gabriel discovers Crowley’s survival, he sentences him to Hell for proper punishment. But Crowley, ever the survivalist, has no intention of going quietly. He seeks out Aziraphale, his old acquaintance (and occasional friend), with a desperate plan: if they fake a human marriage and live among mortals, Heaven and Hell might be too preoccupied scouring the heavens and hellfire to look for them in plain sight.

But as Aziraphale and Crowley settle into their human façade, the lines between their pretense and reality blur. Meanwhile, relentless celestial forces close in, threatening to expose their fragile sanctuary.

Rating: Explicit

Angel Undercover. (TBA)

Summary: Aziraphale, an undercover cop, infiltrates Crowley's criminal organization to take him down. But as Aziraphale gains Crowley's trust, he finds himself torn between his duty and his growing attraction to the charismatic criminal. When Crowley discovers Aziraphale's true identity, their cat-and-mouse game becomes even deadlier.

Rating: Explicit

Heaven Sent, Hell Bent (TBA)

Summary: Childhood best friends. First loves. Bitter rivals. Aziraphale and Crowley once shared everything—secrets whispered under starlit skies, sun-dappled afternoons spent in libraries, and a bond so deep it felt unbreakable. But one argument, one devastating misunderstanding, shattered their fragile connection, leaving them estranged for years.

Now, fate—or perhaps Anathema Device—has conspired to trap them together in the same suite at an idyllic countryside estate for her two week-long wedding to Newton Pulsifer.

The forced proximity reopens old wounds, ignites long-buried feelings, and leaves them tangled in a web of tension so thick it’s impossible to ignore. Every glance lingers too long, every accidental touch sparks like wildfire, and every late-night conversation chips away at the walls they’ve built around their hearts.

But pride, hurt, and fear of repeating old mistakes keep them at arm’s length—two celestial bodies locked in orbit, always drawn together, yet never colliding.

Rating: Explicit.

Shades of Grey (TBA)

Crowley, a cunning criminal mastermind, has always been one step ahead of Aziraphale, the dogged cop determined to bring him to justice. But as their game of cat and mouse continues, Aziraphale realizes his obsession with Crowley goes beyond mere duty. And Crowley, too, finds himself drawn to the man who refuses to give up. As they dance around their forbidden attraction, they must confront the danger it poses to them both.

[multiversal-fusion-reborn]

I have returned to you after many years, to find that the web of your multiverse now stretches infinite across the vastness of Tumblr, intersecting and weaving into itself with every new plot twist.

I’ve got a lot of reading to do.

Mr. Black: "Welcome back, we have such sights to show you~"

[ask-casino-cups-swap-au]

Okay, this might be a bit difficult to explain and it really gave me a headache, but here it goes:

How does the body of an angel or demon work?

First, I always thought that angels and fallen angels turned into demons don't have sexual organs because they don't need to reproduce. So, they don't have a gender and they don't really understand social constructs related to gender, unlike demons who have spent more time trying to understand mortal customs.

The body of an angel depends on two things: what they were made for and their position in the heavenly hierarchy, and their self-perception and thoughts. That's why their bodies are so susceptible to change and can develop traits similar to those of demons.

Apart from this, some archangels or lower-ranked angels might have a more human appearance and exhibit traits of one gender or another based on how they feel.

Demons, on the other hand, having experienced many things in the mortal realm, have mostly changed their bodies just to experience carnal pleasure, and many have settled on a gender and genitals, trying to emulate mortals, though they take MANY LIBERTIES. And well, this change isn't permanent; they just use part of their magic to do it.

There are changes that both angels and demons can control, like deforming their bodies or changing appearance for a certain amount of time. Depending on how powerful they are, they can maintain that form longer, but they can't do it permanently. Their physical changes that do prevail are more related to changes in their minds/psychology.

Now that we’ve covered that awkward part, haha, let’s talk about where their magic comes from. First, these beings don’t need to eat to regain energy because their bodies, through magic, have an energy core in the center of their bodies which generates their magic. This core can have the color of the magic they possess. It flows through their bodies via channels similar to the human lymphatic system. Additionally, their hearts are different; they can also regulate the flow of magic through them. Not to mention, they have additional lobes in their brains that help them control their magic. When they decide to use their magic, this part of their brain activates and processes the individual's orders and information to cast spells or change form and such. They also have glands that function unconsciously, giving orders to their entire bodies to work properly, similar to endocrine glands. These ensure a constant flow of magic through their bodies even when they’re not using it, to maintain the individual's vital functions and thus make them immortal.

Angels, in general, are created knowing their purpose and function in heaven. They basically are born knowing how their system works, how to speak, and their role, to which they have a strong affinity as if it were instinctive. It’s their life purpose which they cannot fully separate from, even for fallen angels, though they try to do other things to ignore it.

This isn't the same for beings originally from hell, and humans who turned into demons. Most of them can use magic, but they have a very long lifespan and can die, although they don't have souls and disappear completely upon death. This depends entirely on how powerful they are.

Ok, será un poco difícil de explicar esto y realmente me rompí la cabeza con ello, pero bueno...

¿Cómo funciona el cuerpo de un ángel o demonio?

Primero, siempre pensé que directamente los ángeles y ángeles caídos convertidos en demonios no tienen órganos sexuales ya que no necesitan reproducirse, así que tampoco tienen género y toda esa construcción social no la entienden muy bien. A diferencia de los demonios, que han pasado más tiempo intentando comprender las costumbres de los mortales.

Así que el cuerpo de un ángel depende de dos cosas: para lo que fue hecho y su posición en sus roles en la jerarquía del cielo, y la percepción que tiene de sí mismo, además de los pensamientos que ellos lleguen a tener. Por eso sus cuerpos son tan susceptibles a cambiar y tener los rasgos que tendría un demonio.

Fuera de esto, que algunos arcángeles o ángeles de menor rango tengan una apariencia más humana y que tengan rasgos de un género u otro es más de cómo ellos se sientan.

Mientras que los demonios, al ya haber experimentado muchas cosas en el reino mortal, pues la mayoría ha cambiado sus cuerpos solo para probar el placer carnal y la mayoría ya se ha establecido con un género y genitales, intentando manejar algo parecido a los mortales, solo que ellos se toman MUCHAS LIBERTADES. Y bueno, este cambio no es permanente, solo utilizan parte de su magia para hacerlo.

Hay cambios que ellos pueden controlar, tanto ángeles como demonios, que es deformar su cuerpo o cambiar de apariencia por un tiempo determinado, pero dependiendo de qué tan poderosos sean durarán más con esa forma, pero no lo pueden hacer permanentemente. Mientras que sus cambios físicos que prevalecen están más relacionados con los cambios en sus mentes/psicología.

Terminando con esa parte incómoda, jaja, pasemos a hablar de dónde viene la magia en ellos. Primero, estos son seres que no necesitan comer para retomar energías ya que su cuerpo, a través de la magia, posee un núcleo de energía en el centro de su cuerpo que es el generador de la magia en ellos. Este puede tener el color de la magia que ellos tengan. Esta recorre todo su cuerpo a través de unos canales parecidos a los que tendrían los humanos con el sistema linfático. Además, el corazón de estos seres es diferente, son capaces de también regular la corriente de magia que pasa por ellos. Sin contar que incluso tienen ciertos lóbulos adicionales en el cerebro que los ayudan a controlar su magia dentro de ellos. Cuando ellos deciden usar su magia, esa parte de su cabeza se activa y procesa las órdenes e información del individuo para hacer hechizos o cambiar de forma y demás. También poseen glándulas que funcionan de manera inconsciente que dan básicamente las órdenes a todo su cuerpo para que funcione adecuadamente. Son similares a las glándulas endocrinas y se aseguran de mantener el flujo constante de magia por el cuerpo incluso cuando no la están usando. Lo hacen para mantener las funciones vitales del individuo y de este modo hacerlo inmortal.

Los ángeles en general, al ser creados, ya saben cuál es su propósito y función en el cielo y básicamente nacen sabiendo cómo funciona su sistema, hablar, y su rol, al cual tienen una fuerte afinidad como si fuera instintivo de ellos, siendo su propósito de vida al que no pueden separarse por completo, incluso para los ángeles caídos aunque intenten hacer otras cosas para ignorar eso.

Aunque no es igual en el caso de criaturas que ya son originarias del infierno y humanos que se convirtieron en demonios. La mayoría sí puede usar magia, pero ellos sí tienen un tipo de vida demasiado largo pero sí son capaces de morir aunque no tienen almas y al morir desaparecen completamente, más depende completamente de qué tan poderosos sean.

[anthurak]

One thing I think would be fun and cool to see future seasons of Hazbin is if Lute does that thing we see sometimes where a villain starts the story as a low or perhaps mid-level minion, but over the course of the show rises up through the villainous ranks until by the end of the series they’ve become one of the major Big Bads. As well as having a deep, long-running, escalating and very personal rivalry with the hero(s).

In this case, just imagine Lute managing to rise through the angelic ranks, growing in power with every step, all while cultivating an ever-escalating and personal grudge and rivalry against Charlie and Vaggie, as well as possibly Emily (yes, I am including some ‘Charlie’s Angels’ theorizing in this XD)

Like in Season 2, Lute gets picked up by Sera as a new underling. Perhaps with Adam’s death, the Exorcists are ‘disbanded’, which is actually just code/cover for them getting renamed/reorganized as a new organization under Sera. With Lute as their new leader getting raised in rank by Sera. Perhaps at this point she’s becoming just as strong as Adam was.

This leads to Lute being a central figure in whatever plots Heaven is doing and a recurring problem for Charlie and Vaggie. And as the series goes on and whatever conflicts with Heaven escalate further and further with Charlie and Vaggie growing in power and prominence as the big heroic force of the show, Lute is just always there at the forefront, growing in power and prominence to match them.

It also leads to Lute having an interesting growing relationship with Emily. As I’ve discussed in previous posts, with Emily showing a lot of parallels to Eve in relation to Charlie’s and Vaggie’s parallels to Lucifer and Lilith, I think it’s easy to imagine Lute likewise paralleling Adam in this dynamic. Which in turn makes it easy to see Lute trying to rebound, in a totally-straight, no-homo way, on Emily.

Which in turn could blow up BIG time if Emily ends up having enough of Sera’s and Heaven’s plotting, scheming, corruption and hypocrisy, leading her to become and fallen angel and joining Charlie and Vaggie in Hell. And in the process, turning her back on and abandoning Lute. Which of course, Lute would take rather… poorly.

Until by the end of the series, Lute has become one of the main Big Bads of the show, possibly even eclipsing Adam. At least in raw power if not overall villainous prominence.

Which could lead us in turn lead us to a situation wherein a full-power Devil!Charlie is squaring up to fight Archangel!Lute, wherein we get the perfect little callback:

Charlie: “…and now, I am going to FUCK YOU!”

Lute: -blinks awkwardly while getting violent flashbacks-

Charlie: -with a shit-eating smirk- “…up.” ‘commences epic ass-kicking’

And then in a further twist, Charlie actually DOES end up fucking Lute XD

[shhquietmoths]

staticguitar fanfic is go wow yay hoorah

made this for the 3 other people who like this ship. rating is M because, y'know, hellaverse standard. unhealthy dynamics ahead, Vox being Vox, Adam being Adam, suggestive but not exactly explicit and will certainly be continued-- Summary as on Ao3:

Three months later, and the novelty of having the only other archangel in Hell under Vox’s authority hadn’t worn off, his careful plans to renovate Adam's image into Hell's newest up-and-coming rockstar going surprisingly well, and would keep going well so long as he always stayed in his gilded cage and under Vox's close supervision.

However, it turns out pet care is more complicated than Vox had originally anticipated for angels, and finds an intended business meeting derailed by Adam's need for wingcare.

(Post-Episode 8 AU in which Adam becomes fallen and is immediately snatched up by Vox because who doesn't want their own personal holy weapon of mass destruction?)

[gallifreyshawkeye]

Chapter 12 of Reclaimed, and it turned out to be 19K words (I KNOW!) so I split it and chap 13 will be coming out soon too 😁

Summary:

Aziraphale gets a reality check from Gabriel and Beelzebub when Gabriel faces his past with encouragement from Beelzebub. Crowley realises he is slowly getting the upper hand over Satan, before he finds himself having to beat back literal darkness and to do so he unexpectedly finds himself surrounded by his origins and leaves an indelible mark on Satan's room.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale stopped, both to catch his breath, and out of disbelief at himself. He couldn’t ever remember stringing together such a long, unfiltered stream of out-loud conscious thought and frustration before. As ashamed as he was about some of his true thoughts which he hadn’t even realised were what they were, the feeling of release throughout his whole body was profound. He hadn’t known that ribs could properly expand with air when they weren’t held so tightly, or that his vision and balance would properly get on the same page. He hadn’t known that they weren’t before now.

Gabriel, however, was just staring at him in dead silence, and now he slowly stood, the muscles in his forearms below his rolled up shirt sleeves standing out as he gripped the edge of the table increasingly tightly. “You’ve talked to Raphael?” Gabriel asked at last, and the tone in his voice brought Aziraphale up cold. Gabriel might have fallen in love with a demon, been fired from his position as Supreme Archangel, and learned and softened more from his short time as Jim than a lot of Beings would in a lifetime, but he was still an Archangel, and for the first time since coming to Proxima Centauri b, Aziraphale was reminded of that reality.

“Yes.”

“How bad is it up there right now?” Gabriel’s voice was cold and clipped.

“What… what do you mean?”

Gabriel’s eyes blazed, “It’s Raphael. For him to get himself involved in any way, do you realise how significant…?” Gabriel cut himself off he was so lost for words.

“Some! Obviously!” Aziraphale exclaimed, “But again, this is what I was talking about! How, in the realms of all creation, am I supposed to know these things if no one says anything in the first place?!”

Gabriel seemed to be having trouble finding words for the slew of emotions, along with absolute irritation at Aziraphale, that were fighting to find a way to be expressed. He gestured with his hands and made several, wordless sounds of sheer frustration before bellowing, “Beelzebub!”

Beelzebub stuck their head around the corner to the kitchen a minute later, “Yes?”

Gabriel waved his arms in Aziraphale’s direction. “I can’t. I can’t!” he said finally, “It’s not just the Second Coming, it’s the Second Coming so that Raphael has shown back up! So when I asked him just how bad it was up there, because Raphael, all he said was, ‘What do you mean?’ What am I supposed to do with that?!”

Ah, thought Aziraphale, This is most definitely the Gabriel I remember.

“Tell him,” Beelzebub said weightedly.

Gabriel made a pained, almost pleading sound and closed his eyes.

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Crowley’s breathing even and steady once again, all his new injuries healed, and his physical fatigue erased once more, Crowley positioned himself safely out of Satan’s arm or wing span, and snapped his fingers. 

“NO!!!!” Satan bellowed the instant time restarted, “I SAW YOU GET HIT!” His eyes were actually glowing as he started towards Crowley who edged backwards, and his voice came out in a boiling hiss, “I saw you go down and your leg catch on fire while your ankle snapped. I heard you scream.”

Crowley kept edging away, careful to never back straight up or get himself too close to one of the pillars in the centre-ish part of the room.

Suddenly every vestige of light disappeared. Crowley froze, his heart hammering anew. It hadn’t even dawned on him to wonder where the light source in the room was coming from. He rapidly tried to re-picture it in his head and what the lights could be, but he couldn’t think of anything. Nothing that was a traditional light source anyway. He would have to make his own before Satan was able to use the darkness and get to him. Shitshitshitshit.

In a panic, he stopped time again.

…… ……… …… … 

And simply dropped to one knee, unable to move, utterly and completely petrified.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe, like the darkness was smothering every drop of life from him. He had the sensation of wanting to claw it off him, but there was nothing there to physically remove when his hands reached desperately for his chest and face. He felt the panic climb up his insides from the bottom of his stomach up to his throat and from the sides of his ribs to the center of his chest where it squeeeeeezed and hurt and made his body feel like it was suffocating and turning inside out and dying all at the same time.

He couldn’t think, and he was trapped. 

And there was nothing but the darkness. With Satan somewhere in that darkness, possibly only inches from him.

And there were no lights… and he’d never paid attention to where there were lights… and how could he have been so stupid?! 

Make your own light. Just make your own light! He told himself furiously, trying to make his brain think of how to do anything besides go in circles of fear and panic. He’d done that once before, right? More than once. Loads of times. Countless times. Beyond countless times.

But never in darkness that was so complete it was almost tangible and able to be tasted.

[impatient14]

Anthony J. Crowley as Lucifer: A Meta of Facts, Fiction, and Everything in Between

The theory that Crowley is Lucifer is hotly defended and contested, with naysayers typically casting the archangel Raphael as Crowley's identity in heaven (@vroomvroomwee's Crowley is Lucifer is particularly good-read the replies and reblogs too!) However, despite Raphael's notably absence in Heaven and the matchmaking plot of S2 (Raphael is traditionally associated with love and marriage), I think there is far more evidence that suggests he was Lucifer, instead. Yes, I know Crowley refers to Lucifer as someone other than himself in S1, but I'll get to that and everything else below the cut.

Full disclosure, I stumbled into this analysis from a different angle. Originally, I was just posting a quick little thought I had about Crowley's role on Earth. TLDR version, Crowley could have been acting not only as an agent of Hell on Earth to tempt humans but specifically ordered to tempt Aziraphale to Fall, an order he almost immediately succeeds in doing but chooses not to report. Since S2 made it clear that Crowley did not reserve his mercy for Aziraphale alone (i.e., his sense of fairness is intrinsic and not a characteristic obtained through his love for Aziraphale), it would be reasonable to think Crowley maneuvered himself into being assigned Hell's agent on Earth specifically to protect Aziraphale from Hell. This would not only mean Crowley remembered him from the beginning, it would mean he had the kind of power to assign himself that role. (It would also mean Crowley has been lying to both Hell and Aziraphale this whole time- a detail that would support Agnes Nutter's prophecy that "He is not who he says he is.")

This idea, that Crowley not only refused to send Aziraphale to Hell but actively protected him from it, screams rebellion--a characteristic Lucifer is most known for. Sure, you could argue all the angels who fell were rebellious (note here that Raphael never fell), but Crowley is the only demon in Hell who continued to rebel after he fell, making his association with the characteristic as notable as Lucifer's. This will be important in a moment.

Let's start with some history/translation issues.

The difference between Lucifer, Satan, and the Devil.

The conflation of these three names is a Christian phenomenon thought to have occurred in the process of organizing a conglomeration of "lost gospels" from numerous Christian sects, each one with their own translations and traditions. In the original Hebrew, "Satan" is actually ha-satan ("the satan"), defined as a role rather than a name (specifically the role of testing one's faith). At some point in the translation process, "the" is dropped and the tempter is simply, "Satan." Satan, before being completely subsumed by Lucifer, was considered Lucifer's vessel on earth-a separate entity.

Now, "Lucifer" is Latin for Venus' morning appearance. The word was taken from the Greek words Φωσφόρος (Phosphorus), "light-bringer", and Ἑωσφόρος (Eosphorus ), "dawn-bringer." So how did Lucifer become synonymous with a fallen angel? Folklore and metaphor. I could go really deep here, but instead I'll just say the Sumerian myth about the goddess Inanna's ability to descend into other realms including the underworld and then rise again to heaven. This myth is based in the synodic cycle of the planet--you guessed it--Venus (more specifically Venus in retrograde). Jump to the Book of Isaiah when the king of Babylon is condemned, Isaiah refers to the king as "Lucifer:"

How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! [how] art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations! {14:13} For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north: {14:14} I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most High. {14:15} Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides of the pit. {14:16}

Thus, the "morning star" falling from heaven is a motif born out of a long list of myths and translations that get thrown in a pot together, stirred up, and then served according to disparate cultures and traditions. Some of those traditions combined "the satan" and "Lucifer" into Satan/Lucifer, some others kept "Satan" and "Lucifer" as two separate beings, with Lucifer ruling over Satan who acts as an agent of temptation on earth. (Sound familiar? Hold that thought!)

In contrast to "Satan" and "Lucifer," "The Devil" can be deterritorialized more simply. The title comes from a series of translations of Greek's  διάβολος (diábolos), or "slanderer." Thus, how the Devil became synonymous with all things Satan, Lucifer, and Hell can be inferred via its etymology.

So, if in some traditions Satan's role is to tempt people's faith, that would mean Crowley is Satan, right? Under my thinking, yes and no.

In the Bible, "tempting" Eve simply meant asking why she hadn't eaten from the Tree of Knowledge and then telling her the truth about what would happen if did (i.e., she would not die as God claimed but would instead be granted the wisdom to know the difference between good and evil). This is important if you recall that "the satan" may act as an agent of hell, but it isn't inherently good or evil, it's there by God's design to test people. So in this way, sure. Crowley plays the role of "the satan." But in the Good Omen's universe, Satan is given definition as the King of Hell (aka Benedict Cumberbatch and a team of CGI wizards), while Lucifer is only mentioned once (I'm getting there, promise!). Given all the amalgamations we've just gone over, it isn't outside the realm of possibility that Gaimon and Pratchett switched their roles. If anything, it makes far more sense that "Lucifer" would become "Crowley" over "Satan." Lucifer was an angel not a deity, so he would become a demon, while the Satan of Good Omens is set up as a direct opponent to God.

But why does Crowley have to have been Lucifer? Couldn't he have been another fallen angel?

Sure. But it isn't a coincidence that Lucifer and Raphael aren't mentioned by name (except once, I know!). Crowley's physical characteristics are more inline with Lucifer's than Raphael's (according to literary tradition, i.e., Paradise Lost and Dante's Inferno); he was the first one to say "let there be light;" rebellion is intrinsic to him (continuously rebelling against hell); he's androgynous (Lucifer as the masculine fallen angel and the feminine Venus); and he has many faces (which he shows off more in S1). Plus, Lucifer is said to have committed the sin of Pride, something Crowley demonstrated a lot of after he cranked the cosmos.

Also, S2 has made perfectly clear that Crowley is insanely powerful for a demon. (I'm convinced the huge power surge they investigate is not the miracle that hides Gabriel but is in fact the burst of energy Crowley produces when he's angry. It occurs at roughly the same time and in the same place. Narratively, it'd be just as easy to have the blackout occur another way, so Crowley's power surge must have another purpose.) In the book, the Narrator of Good Omens (God) says, "Crowley has something no other demons have, especially not Hastur--an imagination." Crowley is repeatedly singled out as being different than the other demons. He is able to read the report that is locked to everyone but the highest of authorities in Heaven.

So, now let's talk about that quote from S1: "I never asked to be a demon. I was just minding my own business one day and then... oh, lookie here, it's Lucifer and the guys!"

It's reasonable to assume Crowley is referring to himself saying "lookie here" after he was the subject of the first part of that sentence. But in actuality, the suggestion that Crowley was "minding his own business" would contradict him then going up to a group of people and initiating a conversation. Therefore, the ellipses (as they are designed to do) represent an absent thought. In this situation, the transition of the subject. In this moment, Crowley is recalling the moments before he fell, when he was minding his own business (while in the company of others) when someone singled out him the other rebels/questioners.

Taken another way, it's also entirely possible that Crowley is referring to himself in the third person as an outside viewer of the situation because, in point of fact, even if Crowley was Lucifer, Lucifer no longer exists according to Neil:

What does all this mean?

It means that even if Crowley was Lucifer, Lucifer doesn't exist because Good Omens takes place after the Fall. Now, this may put a little hiccup in the idea that Crowley can read the top secret files because he was an archangel, but I think it can be explained away via the ineffable plan. It is obvious that God still loves Crowley and shows him preferential treatment. It isn't outside the realm of possibility that she allowed him to keep certain parts of Lucifer as he Fell--especially if he was going to play the role as tempter on Earth. Clearly Crowley retained some of his angelic "goodness," which includes a unique moral code on Earth. Otherwise he'd be just like all the other demons. Crowley has to have enough good in him to appreciate humans, to be able to differentiate who should be tempted and how. He has to understand them in order to tempt them. This, I would argue, is the perfect punishment for an angel that questioned God's creation of man (but we know now he was just questioning the subsequent destruction of the universe he created). For daring to challenge her plan, God sends Lucifer (aka Crowley) to Earth to live among the humans he didn't value in Heaven. But, as we've seen, Crowley can still go up to heaven even when he's not in Aziraphale's body. Just like "morning star" Venus, Crowley can rise to the heavens, idle at the horizon, or fall into darkness. Even as "Crowley," Lucifer is still God's favorite.

So to go back up to where we started, it's possible that Hell ordered Crowley to tempt Aziraphale into falling, but God allowed Crowley to retain a sense of justice, and, perhaps more notability, his ability to love. I think Beelzebub and Gabriel's coupling is a sign that Heaven and Hell's hold on angels and demons weakens when they are confronted with human experiences, which would explain Crowley's very loose allegiance and Aziraphale's increasing discontent with Heaven. The difference between them is that Crowley--on some level--remembers what it's like to be an authority but not THE authority in Heaven, and he knows how fruitless Aziraphale's mission is. As the serpent, he has all this knowledge but Aziraphale is still very naïve, still devoted to the idea of "good" vs. "evil." He needs to see for himself that this dichotomy doesn't exist, even with him in charge. Once he's able to see this and understand what it means for his identity, I think we'll see the most elaborate "I Was Wrong" dance in history.

(Note: I didn't proofread this before posting, because I don't wanna. Now I'm going to devote a stupid amount of time trying to see if I can figure out what the damn J stands for.)

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Do you have any of your own recommendations for choicescript/interactive fiction? Your game was pretty much my entry point for choicescript and I'd love to find more

Oh yeah! So it won't come as a surprise to anyone who's played ORCS RPG but my favorite choicescript games tend to be the crunchier ttrpg-inspired kind. I won't get super in depth about it but suffice to say I prefer a high amount of interactivity. (also I'm gonna mention up front that all of these are ongoing series, none of which have wrapped up as of yet)

My current favorite is Breach: The Archangel Job, by Michael Maxwell and Ben Luigi, a heist thriller where you join a crime organization called The Archangels and well, you do heists. There's a ton of customization, lots of characters, a dice rolling mechanic, and even cheat codes if you like playing around with those. It's very high-energy, very silly, and you can play as almost entirely nonverbal if you want and nobody minds, which is a massive plus for me, as someone with selective mutism. I would love to see more choicescript games like this one, it makes great use of the medium, and I hope it sets some lasting trends in that regard, if I'm being fully honest. Also you get to design and wear your own special crime mask, and masks are badass. I love not having a face.

My second favorite is Zombie Exodus: Safe Haven, by Jim Dattilo, which is pretty much exactly what it sounds like, a zombie survival game. I don't even normally like zombie stories, but this one kicks ass. Again, high customization, dozens of characters with their own arcs, a big inventory system, lots of exploration, crafting and shelter-building mechanics, it's buckwild how much stuff is piled into this game. This one started years ago and it continues to be one of the all time greats in terms of gameplay. I'm very much looking forward to Part 4.

If you prefer a less crunchy experience with higher emphasis on storytelling, may I direct you to the singular exception to my "don't talk to me about superheroes" rule -- Fallen Hero: Rebirth, by Malin Rydén. In this one, you play as a former hero who has decided to become a villain. Your power is telepathy, and my god, telepathy can be terrifying. The storytelling is incredible, and the massive sequel, which dropped this year, did not disappoint. This one dips into some very dark waters, particularly in regards to identity and depression and trauma, but it is also an exceptionally cathartic experience. I know this one is popular because I've seen folks taggin posts as "sidestep" in my activity feed.

Another story-based one with minimal crunch, and somehow the first fantasy genre game I've mentioned: I, the Forgotten One, by John Louis. I actually should have put this one before Fallen Hero because I am still reeling from how much I loved this one. You play as the Marshal, bastard child of the late king. Long ago disinherited and sent off to die in a bloody war that failed to kill you, you now find yourself in the unenviable position of not only delivering news of the king's death to a court that despises you, but also having to take up your sword to defend them all from a second war that is being waged against them by one of your old trusted comrades. And you are, unfortunately, incredibly good at your job. This is a story about trauma and violence and the horrors of war, and it is so, so, so good. Again, it touches on some very dark topics, so be mindful of the content warnings. But this one drew me in like a gotdam riptide, I could not put it down. Can't recommend it highly enough.