#The Price of Greed pt. 1

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Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 2 - How to Make Friends

How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)

Meet Blitzø.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus

Word count: 2,415

Warnings: surprise surprise! the series is actually non-linear! Some hints of trauma regarding feeling used/objectified, a glimpse into a little more context, mentions of sex as usual, i told y’all i can be a fun writer

Things had been running rather smoothly at Ozzie’s before some idiot decided he could just come in.

Sneaked in, you assumed, since he didn’t seem to be accompanied, and, frankly, didn’t exactly look dressed for a fancy dinner night at Ozzie’s like other customers always were and he had the nerve to come up to you and ask for some minutes of Asmodeus’ time as if it were nothing. 

This wasn't the first time this has happened, of course- for some reason people seemed to think that speaking somewhat confidently about having an appointment would somehow distract you, the person whose job was to strictly keep track of Ozzie’s time, from… well, doing your job. 

At this point, he’d gotten past the whole ‘I have an appointment in five minutes´ thing and started trying to convince you that you had to let him talk to the Sin. 

“Uh. I don’t know what you want me to say, dude. You can’t just like… ask to see Asmodeus. It’s… kinda not how it works. At all.”

“Why not?”

You sighed. “Who are you supposed to be again?”

“I’m Blitz. The O is silent.” He offers his hand for you to shake, but you only raise an eyebrow, unamused. He retracts his hand. 

“Is that supposed to ring a bell or…?”

“Not to you maybe. But his little bitch boy knows who I am.”

“What?”

“I know Fizzarolli, okay?”

“Okay, and?”

“And? And I need to talk to the big Oz!”

“Yeah first off- you could just be bullshitting me. And second off… that doesn’t just automatically give you any priority in Ozzie’s very, very long list of important meetings.”

“Important meetings? What’s he doing right now, discussing dildo prices with some fuckface from Greed?” He raises an eyebrow in defiance.

You do your best to conceal the look on your face as you glanced at Ozzie’s schedule, which confirmed he was, in fact, discussing dildo prices with a manufacturer from Greed.

It wasn’t enough, though- the imp seems to realize it. “He is, isn’t he?” He grins.

“That’s confidential information.”

He leans over your desk, planting both his hands on top of it in front of you and getting his face closer to yours. “What’s a hot piece of ass like yours doing in a dump like this anyways?”

“This is… Ozzie’s, dude.” At this point, you don’t even have an excuse as to why you were even entertaining this guy (at least none that aren’t ‘things are slow right now and I’m really fucking bored’).

“Yeah, I’m usually at some shitty bar with cum and blood on the walls when I pull this one.”

You actually laugh. “I’m sure you are. Anything else I can help you with?”

“A… meeting with Asmodeus maybe?”

“Definitely not.”

“Eh, worth a try. How ‘bout a drink?”

“Are you offering to buy me a drink or asking me to buy you a drink?”

“Hey I’m up for whatever one you want,” he puts his hands up in surrender.

You roll your eyes, unable to contain a smile at the dumb conversation. At least he was entertaining you. You had to give it to him, he was a little funny. “You know what. Get yourself a drink, Blitz with the silent O. You probably need it.”

“Oh, really? Well if you in- hey wait what’s that supposed to mean?”

You just shrug. “Ya want the drink or not?”

He pauses. “Yes.”

You laugh again. “Just look for Maru by the bar and tell her you got a drink on me, she’ll make something for you.”

“Oh you’re not… you’re not gonna be… joining me?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He almost looked actually disappointed, just a little bit. Almost.

“Nope. The hot piece of ass is still at work.”

“Riiight. I’ll uh- I’ll be right there! At the bar. Drinking my drink.” He says, awkwardly walking backward.

“If you try to sneak into Ozzie’s dressing room I will find out.”

“And what would you potentially do if you found that out?”

“You don’t wanna-” Suddenly, Ozzie’s voice makes itself known in your earpiece, your voice dying off as you focus on what he says, saying the words that signaled things had gotten a bit heated during the meeting and you need to send in someone to escort the imp out of his office (something you had implemented after the third meeting in two months that had ended with him either slightly injuring or straight-up incinerating someone). “Yeah I wouldn’t recommend doing that, sir,” you tell him, quickly looking for and pressing the emergency buttons that signaled whoever was working security they were needed at Ozzie’s office. 

“Oh, sir, huh? I can work with sir.”

“Huh?” Realizing you hadn’t given the imp guy any sign you’d been talking to Ozzie, and not him, you feel your cheeks burn the slightest bit, getting caught off guard. “No, uh- earpiece.” You awkwardly point at your right ear.

Blitzø’s eyes widen, taken by surprise for a second before trying to keep his cool- and the little dignity he had. “Yeah I knew that. Just some good old teasing. Gosh you’re so uptight!”

“Okay, please get in before I change my mind.”

“Yup. Will do. I’m just gonna… stop by the bathroom real quick-”

“It’s the bar or out, man.”

“Fiiiine,” he exaggerates, dragging himself out of your sight.

“Y/n, you there?” Ozzie’s voice comes from the comm again, and you realize he’s probably been saying something already. 

“Shit, sorry. Someone was holding me up here. Did they get him out?”

“Yes. Do I have anyone scheduled right now?”

“Hold on, let me see,” you look at the screen, crossing out the meeting he’d just finished as done and finding the name written for the one under it. “Yeah, you have that meeting about the beach accident with those Inccubi in Pasadena.”

“What is a Pasadena?”

“Living world matter, sir,” you simplify for him. 

“Living world?”

“Yup.”

“When does he get here?”

“Eight minutes.”

[. . .]

“You sure you’re fine?���

“Yes! All of my meetings are done, performances are going fine and Aro owes me a lot of hours anyway. Now if you don’t mind, I have some alone time with my Froggie to attend.”

“Ugh, that nickname makes me sick.”

“I don’t pay you to judge me.”

“Yeah you pay me 'cause you loooove me. See you on Monday?”

“Yes!”

“If you need anything ‘till then-”

“I will let you know, y/n. Now, I granted you an early night, didn’t I? I expect you to enjoy yourself.”

“Fine, boss,” you teased him, making sure he saw you rolling your eyes.

You walked out of Oz’s office, inside of which you’d seen no sight of Fizzarolli, which was strange. You obviously wouldn’t pry, but wondered if the incident with his hearing aid that Ozzie had had to take a break for earlier had been more serious than what Ozzie made it sound. 

There was no use thinking about it too much, though. You and Asmodeus were close, but there were boundaries you still kept between you and respected. You were pretty much the only person Ozzie ever forwardly told about his relationship with Fizz (even though basically everyone else in all seven rings suspected it in some way) and he knew of many personal things of yours, too, but things such as Fizzarolli’s own personal life and the identity of any people you told him about in conversation usually went unmentioned. 

So, to the bar it was. When Ozzie told you he’d gotten someone to cover you for the last hours of the night so you could be free, the very first thing you’d thought to do had been to go straight home- but even thinking it to yourself made that sound depressing. In truth, Asmodeus was the closest thing you had to a real friend- the closest you’d had in a really long time. And although you did feel grateful to be free of work, it wasn't really much fun to think of the fact that, not being able to hang with Ozzie, you didn’t really have much to do. Or anyone to do anything with. 

So you decided maybe you’d have a drink or two, and enjoy the last performances of the night before bouncing. Couldn’t hurt, right?

To your surprise, when you sit down at a stool by the bar, ordering yourself a blackberry frozen margarita- in your opinion, the best drink on Ozzie’s drink menu- you’re startled to see the imp you’d talked to earlier that night sliding next to you, taking a seat on the stool right by your left. 

“Sooo. The hot piece of ass ain’t working anymore?”

“You’re still here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrug. “I dunno, I kind of imagined you would’ve managed to sneak into Ozzie’s dressing room and gotten yourself kicked out by now.” Of course, you were only taking the piss at him- you’d know if that would have happened. Obviously.

He furrows his eyebrows together. “Wait I actually could have sneaked into his dressing room if I tried?”

You laugh and decide to answer his first question instead of that one. “No, I’m not working anymore.”

“Does that mean I’m allowed to flirt with you now?”

“Oh, that thing you were doing wasn’t flirting?”

“Depends. Was it working?”

You drink the rest of your margarita in a single gulp instead of answering. “Hey, Maru? Would you get me another, please? You can put it under Blitz here.”

“Hey!”

“What? I thought you were trying to flirt. Buy me a drink!”

[. . .]

“So you’re the one who manages this whole thing?” Blitzø motions around to the restaurant, almost spilling the shot of tequila he was holding.

“Well not exactly,” you toy with the little umbrella from your third drink of the night. “I’m more focused on managing Ozzie’s business. I mean. The guy, not the place. You know, meetings to attend, places to go, personal errands, everything.”

“That’s… lame.”

“What do you do for a living then that’s just so fun?”

“Well, I used to be a circus clown.”

“What? Wait that is cool.”

“Only a little cool. I’m planning something big next. But uh. Right now I’m kind of doing anything I can find to support my daughter.”

“You have a daughter?”

“Yeah. Loona. The love of my life.”

“That’s cute.” You smile. Examining him with this in mind once again, you take he does sort of have a bit of a dad energy to him. It looks a little unconventional on him considering the… everything else, but it was there. “How old is she?”

“Nineteen.” He finally downs his shot, slamming the glass on the counter.

“Oh, wow.” 

He seems to notice all the processing you were doing in your mind to try to gather how old he was. 

“I adopted her like a year ago.”

“Oh. That’s cool. What’s she like?”

Conversation with him came to be strangely natural. A few drinks in, and, from an outside perspective, it would probably be hard to figure out the two of you had never seen each other before up until a few hours prior- cracking jokes and playfully flirting, sharing bits and pieces of your lives and drinking a little more than you should together. It was weirdly comfortable.

And, much to your surprise, Ozzie didn’t come up in conversation again. Not in the way you were certain he would eventually, anyway. After all, it all seemed too nice to not be a way to get you drunk and tell him something personal about Ozzie, or ask you again for a meeting with the Sin. Right?

By the end of the night, Blitzø tried a half-serious attempt at getting you to take him home with you (because apparently he rented a one-bedroom place, and gave up his bedroom to his daughter when she moved in with him, so he wouldn’t be able to take you home with him), to which you laughed, but stopped for a second to seriously consider.

You did find him attractive. His style was hot and his personality was fun. It was all certainly working for you.

You’re sure you could have a fun time with him if you did agree, and, honestly, atop of feeling like you deserved this, you kind of needed it. Nothing like a nice, meaningless one-night-stand with a barely-decent man to distract you from from being alone all weekend. Right? 

But for some reason, you stop yourself. Maybe not this time. Because, even though you weren’t sure if that was really you or just the alcohol talking, at that moment you found yourself thinking that maybe you could actually become friends with this guy. 

And though you weren't sure if he would want that, it would be nice to have a real friend other than Asmodeus, for a change. 

“Um, I gotta work really early tomorrow,” you lie, giving him an excuse. “But I could give you my number? You’re really funny and I had a lot of fun tonight. Even though you definitely crashed the place,” you joke. “I think we could be… good… friends? Maybe? I’d like that.”

“You… want to be friends? With me?”

Fine. That’s where this ended, wasn’t it? He realized he wouldn’t be fucking you and so the interest disappeared. That’s fine. You were prepared for that. “It's alright if not.”

“No, give me- give me your number. Yeah. Give me your number.” He fishes his phone out of his pocket and gave it to you.

Oh. “Okay.” He probably only said that in the hopes to fuck you in the future. 

Still, you grab the phone from him and type in your number and he immediately sends you a ‘hi’ and a smiley face so you can save his contact too.

“Just to be clear, like, we’re not gonna- like I really mean it, I wanna be friends.”

“Okay I got it the first time, you don’t gotta rub it on my face.”

Maybe he could be genuinely fine with just being your friend? 

“I don’t mind some flirting with my friends, though,” you comment, and he smiles. 

“Tell that to me when I’m sober, sweetheart.”

No harm in trying, right? And if sober you thought differently, you could always just block him. 

Why not? Maybe this is just how to make friends as an adult. 

“Okay but seriously where does the ‘O’ even go? Like how do I even save your contact?”

A/N: this wasn't even supposed to be out today but i got too excited so here it is. also im serious abt this being non-linear... there's shit mentioned here you'll only find out more about in like chapter 5 or so but i hope i wrote it in a way thats exciting enough to make it worth it! hope yall like it, share ur thoughts w me! luv yall <3

[daitranscripts]

What Pride had Wrought Pt. 3

The Eluvian

What Pride had Wrought Masterpost First: Speaking With Morrigan First: Meeting Kieran Previous: Our Next Move

Morrigan leads the PC through Skyhold into a small room off the gardens.

Morrigan: This is an eluvian. An elven artifact, from a time long before their empire was lost to human greed. I restored this one at great cost, but another lies within the Arbor Wilds. That is what Corypheus seeks.

Dialogue options:

Special (Dalish PC): An elven artifact? [1]

General: It’s beautiful. [2]

General: How did you find this? [3]

General: You brought this here? [4]

1 - Special: An elven artifact? PC: This… belonged to my people? [5]

2 - General: It’s beautiful. PC: It’s… beautiful, in its way. [5]

3 - General: How did you find this? PC: You can restore an artifact like this? Morrigan: There was a price, but one I gladly paid. [5]

4 - General: You brought this here? PC: Corypheus wants this, and you brought it into my castle? Morrigan: If the darkspawn could breach these walls, would he not have already come for you? [5]

5 - Scene continues.

Morrigan: I found legends of an elven temple within the Arbor Wilds, untouched. It proved too dangerous to approach, and thus I turned elsewhere to find my prize. If Corypheus has turned southward, he could succeed where I failed. The eluvian would be his.

PC: What does it do?

Morrigan activates the eluvian with a flourish.

Morrigan: A more appropriate question would be “where does it lead?”

The PC follows Morrigan through. They emerge in a foggy courtyard full of other eluvians. [As an aside, an elven inky should be able to see more and have an easier time in the crossroads. According the The Masked Empire, all other races struggle in these areas, getting dizzy and fatigued quicker.]

Morrigan: If this place once had a name, it has long been lost. I call it the Crossroads, a place where all eluvians join… wherever they might be.

Dialogue options:

General: Are we in danger? [6]

General: It’s incredible. [7]

General: This could be useful. [8]

6 - General: Are we in danger? PC: Is this place dangerous? It feels… Morrigan: Unnatural, yes. We are, however, in no immediate peril.

7 - General: It’s incredible. PC: This place is extraordinary. How could this even exist? Morrigan: Who can say? Formed from the fabric of time and space, perhaps.

8 - General: This could be useful. PC: A useful trick. Morrigan: For one who knows the way, certainly.

9 - Scene continues

Morrigan: The ancient elves left no roads, only ruins hidden in far-flung corners. This is how they travelled between them. As you can see, most of the mirrors are dark: broken, corrupted, or unusable. As for the rest… a few can be opened from this side. But only a few.

10 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: How did you find this? [11]

Investigate: “Opened from this side”? [12]

General: Corypheus wants this? [13]

General: I don’t understand. [14]

General: Are these useful at all? [15]

11 - Investigate: How did you find this? PC: How did you find out about this place? Morrigan: My travels have led me to many strange destinations, Inquisitor. Once they led me here. It offered sanctuary. PC: Sanctuary? Morrigan: Not all the mirrors lead back to our world. The ancients were nothing if not… resourceful.

Dialogue options:

Special: What does that mean? [16]

[Back to 10]

16 - Special: What does that mean? PC: If they don’t lead back to our world, then… ? Morrigan: Places between, like this one. I can describe it no better. Morrigan (warden died/warden did not stay with Morrigan): For a time, I was safe from those who hunted me. Morrigan (warden stayed with Morrigan): For a time, I had a respite with the man I loved. For a time, I had a safe place to raise my son. Morrigan (had Kieran, father not involved): For a time, I had a safe place to raise my son. Morrigan: But only for a time. One cannot remain in between forever. [Back to 10]

12 - Investigate: “Opened from this side”? PC: What do you mean, “a few can be opened from this side”? Morrigan: Some of the eluvians have been left unlocked, like doors accidentally left ajar. All others are closed. They can be opened only from beyond. PC: Opened how? Morrigan: With a key.

Dialogue options:

Special: You have a key? [17]

[Back to 10]

17 - Special: You have a key? PC: I suppose you have such a key. Morrigan: The key can be many things. Each eluvian is different. I have knowledge as well as power. Often that is enough. [Back to 10]

13 - General: Corypheus wants this? PC: Corypheus wants to come… here? [18]

14 - General: I don’t understand. PC: This is all very interesting, but why show it to me? [18]

15 - General: Are these useful at all? PC: If most of these mirrors are broken or locked, then what use are they? [18]

18 - Scene continues

Morrigan: This… is not the Fade, but it is very close. Someone with enough power could tear down the ancient barriers…

PC: And enter the Fade in the flesh. Like Corypheus wanted to do with the Anchor.

Morrigan: He learned of the eluvian in the Arbor Wilds, as I did. He marshals the last of his forces to reach it. You have made Corypheus desperate, Inquisitor. We must work together to stop him, and soon.

They head back through the eluvian to Skyhold.

If the PC speaks to Morrigan in the garden before going to the Arbor Wilds: Morrigan: I imagine your forces will be heading into the Arbor wilds very soon, Inquisitor. Trust me when I say that, wherever the eluvian is hidden, it is worth any effort to prevent Corypheus from acquiring it.

Next: Plan of Attack

[luhatev]

Trigger Happy Havoc CANNON U (Pt.3)

THERE ARE DANGANRONPA SPOILERS IN THIS!! The Cannon DR.1 Universe involving my oc + calliope

Monokma next motivates everyone to kill by offering money and freedom as a prize for succeeding with getting away with murder. Risa and Byakuya were both too rich to care about a small amount of money being offered to them as a prize but Calliopes eyes opened at the money, still she decided death should not have a price. The next murder was just around the corner, Hifumi Yamada deemed dead. Calliope and Risa were working together to figure it out, the inseparable duo now more powerful and stronger than ever. Byakuya managed to take a main role in the investigation, following it as it happens left and right on the third floor. Soon after the first murder someone else was announced dead. Kiyotaka Ishimaru was announced dead. Risa and Calliope sit back in the sidelines, watching it all go down in the hallway.. where they see Hifumi, alive and well Moving a dead body, coming up with their own opinions as a duo, able to understand that greed can destroy logic in many ways and in some situations, so it was obvious there would be something that'll lead them to who the murderer is, even if it seemed so perfectly laid out. thats when the two of them noticed Celeste had slipped up in their wording, but they internalised it, not revealing it to anyone. Calliope was afraid that her new friend Alter Ego was missing but the trial was closing in and she didn't have time to look for them. The third trial starts, they reign successful. The two of them silent for the whole trial as Byakuya took part in the lead investigation they listened to the explanation, making sense of what they had seen as Hifumi was alive in the middle of it all. Eventually Calliope speaks out, revealing that Celestia had slipped up in her words earlier in the day, she wasn't supposed to have known a certain point of information at the time of her saying those words which turned the accusations onto her. They all finally figure it out and Byakuya is angry that he was humbled and incorrect about his logic, becoming an asshole to Risa again causing an argument as the execution took place in the background. The third floor had opened up and Risa instantly gravitated towards the music room, another one of her many talents, Calliope and Byakuya checking out the rest of the floor as the two of them. Risa stayed there recalling her hours of practice playing the piano and entertaining her friends on the middle school stage, she felt more complete in this room. Meanwhile Calliope and Byakuya talk amongst themselves, Calliope questioning him about Risa, he was insulting her but Calli had learned to read past the tone of his speaking and look into the words he had said, which had accidentally revealed that he was falling for Risa.

[neviahofflame]

Lyra’s Luck: The Price of Greed pt. 1

Note: This is unedited, and is part 1 of 3.

    When Lyra worked in retail, she learned signs of "Bad Day Incoming".  The signs were different now that she ran her own business, but she still knew them.  Walking into the front room of her office to find a middle-aged woman tapping her foot was one; admittedly one shared with retail, so it instinctively triggered a shudder.  Devi being nowhere in sight was another, newer sign.

    "Finally!  That girl just bolted out of the room and left me waiting.  It certainly isn't a good impression of a business, when the secretary refuses to even speak with a customer."

    Lyra forced her face back into what she called her "retail smile", meaning a polite smile without showing how much she wanted to light the woman on fire.  "Allow me a moment to check on her."

    The woman scowled.  "I've been waiting!"

    Lyra paused at the door leading to the conference room and kitchen.  She owned this business.  She didn't have to be spoken to like this.  "Well, you can continue waiting, or you can get out.  I don't care."

    She left the woman spluttering in the front room, more concerned about Devi.  She found her missing coworker standing over the kitchen sink, knuckles white from clenching the counter.  Her sunglasses were still firmly on her face, but Lyra could see fangs among Devi's clenched teeth.

    "Is she still out there?"  It was hard to make out, since Devi didn't open her teeth to say the words, but Lyra was getting used to listening carefully.

    "Maybe?  I wasn't terribly polite, so she might have left.  Care to share what's happening?"  Lyra couldn't *see* anything, but the air around Devi was uncomfortably warm, so she edged toward the coffee maker.

    Devi was quiet, and Lyra could see her throat working, so she wasn't surprised when Devi finally managed to whisper "Deri".  Lyra stayed silent, measuring coffee grounds into the machine and making a mental note to thank Devi for filling the pot with water before this problem occurred.

    Several moments passed as Lyra watched the coffee brew and Devi wrestled with her instinctive protection of her sister and the agreement she and Deri both made with Lyra.  When she cleared her throat, Lyra looked over to find that Devi had shifted to face her.

    "That woman is human, sort of.  Maybe it is better to say she once was.  There is evil clinging to her, and it called to my nature as well as Deri's."

    Lyra nodded at the explanation.  "Deri agreed when we started this that she wouldn't just smite people for coming to the office.  We both know the evil might be an outside force the woman is looking to us for help with."

    Devi hesitated.  "It is possible, but without spending more time around her, I can't get any further information.  I will remind Deri of her agreement, however."

    "Awesome." Lyra grinned and poured herself a cup of coffee, ignoring Devi's disgusted grimace.  It was mostly a joke; while Devi couldn't stand the taste of coffee, she was as much of a caffeine addict as Lyra was, and she still filled the pot for Lyra.  "All right, should we see if I managed to be rude enough to get rid of a potential customer?"

    Devi sighed, but followed Lyra as she headed back to the front room, head held high and confidence in her step.  The woman was still waiting, face red with rage.  Lyra found she wasn't terribly surprised; the woman either needed their help, or really got her jollies screaming at people.

    "How dare you treat me like this?  I am a paying customer-"

    "You aren't, though.  You might be later, but you aren't yet, since no money has exchanged hands." Lyra interrupted, a bright smile plastered on her face as she sat in the "interview" area.

    Devi sighed again, but brought Lyra a notebook and pen.  Lyra would be lost entirely without Devi, and she should really work to keep people using their business so she could pay Devi what she deserved.  To be fair, Lyra might not ever be able to make enough to pay Devi what she deserved.

    "I want to speak with the owner." The woman's face was almost purple, and Lyra was sort of concerned for her health.  More for the trouble it would cause the office, but still, it was worry.

    Devi disappeared into the back rooms again as Lyra sipped her coffee and decided how she wanted to respond.  "I am the owner.  Lyra Ballotti, at your service, if the price is right."  She said firmly, letting her smile drop.  "You have two choices, ma'am; sit down and talk to me about why you're here, or leave."

    She had a feeling the woman would sit.  People didn't seek out the services Lyra and Devi provided unless it was a last resort, since most people liked to believe nothing went bump in the night.  Lyra had been one of those people, once.  She wouldn't go back if she could help it, but she could understand why others would want to.

    "I do hope you will reprimand that girl for leaving a customer unattended." The woman grumbled as she sat.

    "I'll thank you to speak of my partner with more respect, ma'am." Lyra said, making sure her voice was cold.  She wouldn't be like her former supervisors, bending over and berating employees for bullshit complaints.  "Now, what brought you to us?"

    The woman scowled, but settled back in the visitor's chair.  "There is a demon terrorizing my home and business."

    Lyra sipped her coffee once more, then set it on the coffee table between herself and the woman.  She flipped the notebook open to a blank page and wrote "demon?" on the third line.  "Okay, I have a few questions."

    "I should hope so." Lyra forced herself to keep her face blank, despite wanting to throw the woman out.  It was possible the woman was only so pissy because of the suffering she'd endured.  Lyra doubted it, but still.

    "How about we start with a name?" Lyra suggested.

    "How should I know what its name is?" The woman demanded.

    "I meant your name, of course." Lyra said smoothly, smiling at the woman.

    The woman's face reddened again.  "Caroline Devitt."

    Lyra wrote that on the first line.  "You said the entity was terrorizing your home and business.  How distant are these locations from each other?"

    "I said it was a demon, girl.  You need to listen." Devitt answered.

    Lyra looked up from her notebook and stared at Caroline Devitt until her face flushed further.  "I know what you said, and we'll get to why you believe it is a demon later.  Now.  Your home and business?"

    Devitt shifted in her seat.  "They are the same location.  I run a bed and breakfast in the lower two levels of my home.  A Mother's Touch, though I doubt you have heard of it."  The sniff following her words made it clear Devitt didn't believe Lyra even knew what a bed and breakfast was.

    Lyra, just glad she didn't have to drag the name of the business from Devitt, wrote everything down on the second line.  "All right.  Please describe the occurrences you've experienced."

    "Oh, it's awful.  I have had to replace every piece of linen in the house twice due to bloodstains.  It writes horrible messages on my walls, and has been encouraging my children to endanger themselves.  Four guests have checked out early, citing horrible visions." Devitt recounted, and Lyra found herself surprised that the woman sounded frustrated, not terrified.  That was unusual, in Lyra's experience.

    "How many children do you have, and what has it encouraged them to do?" Children meant they were taking the case, no matter Lyra's dislike of Devitt.  Even Devi, horrified at the prospect of caring for children, wouldn't leave them in a dangerous situation.

    "Just Carol and Ben, my darlings.  Carol says it whispers that she should hide knives and other dangerous objects in her room.  It has apparently been telling Ben to run away from home." Devitt's face darkened as she answered, which was a more expected behavior per Lyra's experience.

    "That is concerning." Lyra said.  "Do you have any guests at the moment?  Anyone else in the home?"

    "There are currently two couples staying with me.  I have another reservation for four scheduled for the weekend."  Lyra glanced at the calender Devi had put up after the walls were painted.  It was currently Tuesday.  "I really need this demon gone."

    "Well, as long as pricing works for you, we'll take the case.  Let me get Devi to go over our fees so that I may begin researching."  Lyra pushed herself to her feet, one hand firmly holding the notebook while the other snagged her coffee.

    "Since it seems most active at night, you should probably stay at my home while investigating." There was something about Devitt's tone of voice and the way she wouldn't meet Lyra's eyes that concerned Lyra.  But she'd already said they would take the case, so she shrugged it off.

    "I leave Devi to finalize the details, but that does sound logical."  Lyra walked away, headed for the back room they'd turned into a library.  Devi was usually there, if not at her desk in front.

    Devi was in the library, writing furiously in a blue notebook.  Lyra didn't understand Devi and Deri's situation at all, but she did recognize the notebook as the one method of communication the sisters had, so she waited for Devi to notice her.  She took no insult when Devi slammed the notebook shut once she had noticed she wasn't alone; Lyra could only imagine how hard it had been for Devi to maintain her privacy.

    "What have you decided?" Devi asked, eyes on the notebook in Lyra's hands.

    "If she's willing to pay, we'll take it.  She has kids that it's targeting, Devi." She added at Devi's grimace.  "Will you go talk pricing with her while I start some research?"

    "All right.  Just know that I don't like this." Devi pushed herself to her feet.  "Her name?"

    "Caroline Devitt." Lyra answered.  "And your discontent is filed under 'of utmost importance, but we still have to eat.'"

    Devi chuckled softly before putting the blue notebook in the top left drawer of their single desk.  She locked the drawer, pocketed the key, then left the room.  Lyra sat in the chair and regarded the drawer.

    She wanted to know; she really and truly did.  She wouldn't betray Devi's trust to satisfy curiosity, however.  Physically turning the chair to face away from temptation, she then stood to grab books.

    Their library was probably the most impressive part of the office, not that clients saw it.  Lyra didn't know, and didn't intend to ask, where Devi found these books, but they were incredible.

    Most were written in English, though Lyra had heard Devi mutter about mistranslations, so she could look into the beings and entities they could encounter in their business.  There was an entire shelf of books Devi was slowly translating for Lyra as well, which Lyra greatly appreciated.  The covers for all of the books varied in design from dizzying occult patterns to splotches that Lyra desperately hoped weren't blood.  She didn't kid herself about the books on the translation shelf, though; those were definitely blood splotches; since some of those books were bound in skin.  Not human skin, she hoped, but skin nonetheless.

    Lyra headed straight for the books on ghosts and hauntings.  Everything Devitt told her sounded spot on for ghost hauntings.  She selected a couple on malicious ghosts, then stopped before the books on demons.  She grabbed one with a title she couldn't read, though Devi had helpfully put a post-it note on the spine translating the title to "When Demons Interact With Children".  It couldn't hurt, after all, to research demons too.

    Devi found Lyra an hour later, feet up on her chair so that her knees formed a natural resting spot for the books she was nose-nearly-to-page reading.  Lyra didn't even notice her until Devi's fingers grasped the edge of the book and gently tugged it away.

    "Oh, hey.  How'd it go?" Lyra yawned, pushing her palms against her eyes.

    "She agreed to the fees, and I have the address of A Mother's Touch." Devi set the book onto the desk with the others.  "When Demons Interact With Children?"

    "Devitt is concerned it's a demon, even with all the evidence pointing to a ghost.  Figured it couldn't hurt to research all possibilities." Lyra snagged the book back from the desk.  "This is fascinating, by the way."

    "'Fascinating' isn't typically the description I hear of these books."  Devi responded, an odd look on her face.

    Lyra floundered for a moment, unsure how to read the look on Devi's face.  "Well, whoever you've talked to about these books before are wrong." She hesitated, but it seemed important, so she added "My life would be so boring without you, Devi.  I wouldn't change meeting you and Deri for anything."

    Devi smiled, then grabbed Lyra's notebook from where it had been abandoned on the desk.  "I'll help research, then we'll get an early night, since we're expected at A Mother's Touch tomorrow at eight."

    Lyra groaned, making Devi laugh as she skimmed Lyra's notes.  She took a few other volumes from the shelves, propped the door to the front open in case anyone else entered the shop, then joined Lyra in research.

[mammonsturtle]

U & Me Pt. 5

Holy crap. The last time chapter 4 was up was back in January. Big oops.

Hello everyone! Sorry for the long wait, and thank you for your patience. Have a long one for the long wait, not proofread as per usual. Also, it took me so long to make references for Angel, so I have included both male and female versions of them with Archemond’s reference sheet. x)

A/N: This chapter will not include Mammon and MC until the next chapter.  I had originally had a meet the parents plot with MC and Mammon, but I decided to scrap that and just have it as a mention in the next chapter so that I can flesh out Angel and their part in the story. Angel is still gender neutral, so I write them as master/mistress or warlock/witch.

Archemond/Angel/Brimmond reference 

CW: Angst, death threats, implied torture and murder, minor cursing

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In the meantime, life carried on in the Devildom since your departure. With Mammon passing the torch over to Archemond, the economy seems to hit a boom as there was a noticeable rise in the casino attendance. More citizens seemed to be out and about and spending money. Diavolo made a note to make a royal decree on welcoming the new Avatar of Greed, even if the newly appointed demon wasn’t too interested with schmoozing with Lucifer and his brothers.

“My lord, Solomon has returned from the human world.” Barbatos announces as Diavolo had set the stone back into the family vault, closing the door on the way out. “Has he informed the Sorcerer’s Society of the change of the Avatar of Greed?” he asks as Barbatos nods

"Yes. I suppose the witches are in for a surprise as well. They won’t get demon as soft as Mammon.” Diavolo nods, the kingpin did run a tight ship when it came to his casinos and his underlings. Now as an Avatar he’d have more demons that served under him. And unlike Mammon, he had the means for them to respect their lord.

“And of Lucifer and his brothers, my lord?” Barbatos questions as Diavolo huffs as he was anticipating outrage from the brothers once word got out that Archemond was the new Avatar of Greed and the price Mammon had paid. “He will learn soon enough Barbatos. I did say I’d personally punish him.” he admits as he rises from his desk, “Come Barbatos, we must go and fetch Angel before hell breaks loose.”

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The silence is the first thing that tips Lucifer off. There is something uneasy about the current state of the House of Lamentation, the brothers would normally be up and about with their business. But none of that could be heard. Not anymore, a thing of the past as he could no longer feel your or Mammon’s presence in their home. 

Not even the caws and screeches of Mammon’s crow familiars were heard in the house’s vicinity. What’s left if one could hear is the faint laughter that used to fill the space. He was still under the impression that you and Mammon were at the Demon Lord’s Castle after the fight at the meeting, instructed to not contact him? It wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibilities. He needed to see both you and Mammon, badly. 

The sound of the door interrupted his thoughts as he decided to see who it was. Secretly he was hoping it was you and Mammon returning back. Instead he was met with Angel answering the door and letting Diavolo and Barbatos in, the usual air of cheerfulness from the Prince was non-existent as the butler looked unreadable as ever.

“Lord Diavolo, Master Barbatos. How may I help you?” Angel inquired the pair as Lucifer halted his steps, and the rest of the brothers had come out from their rooms to listen in on Angel and the royals. “Have you been well Angel?” Diavolo asks, in a strictly business manner as the human nods, “Yes, all things considered.” they reply as they noted his less than cheery mood and his lips in a flat line before Barbatos steps forward. 

“It has been decided Angel, that the House of Lamentation is no longer a suitable place for you to live in, given the recent treatment of MC, and now Mammon. You are to pack your belongings at once.” Barbatos declares as the brothers gasp and Lucifer rushes forward.

Passing Angel on the way, Lucifer pleaded with the Prince, nearly getting onto his knees in desperation. “Lord Diavolo! Please...Where are MC and Mammon?” Turning around, Diavolo finds Lucifer with his head down and on his knees now as the rest of his brothers followed suit.

“MC and Mammon are fine, they are living comfortably in the human world.” Diavolo replies soberly with a steely gaze and the brothers gasp in shock and surprise and Lucifer speaks up, “But his role in the Devildom-” “Has already been assigned to his successor.” Diavolo interjects as Lucifer pales and gets up, grabbing the Prince by the collar, “What do you mean? What successor?!” he nearly growled at the man he swore allegiance to. 

Diavolo narrows his eyes at Lucifer, a fitting punishment for the brothers for what they’ve done for Mammon over the last centuries and for what they’ve done to you. “Mammon has decided to leave the Devildom and his position on his own accord, and MC has decided to leave as they feel there is no need for them to be here.”  Diavolo glowers as he tosses Lucifer’s hands off him as he turns to leave, and leaves with a final statement. “Archemond is to be coronated, I expect all of you to attend.”

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Purgatory Hall did seem like the natural place to house the exchange students. Why Diavolo thought putting a new exchange student there while the brothers had their established and favorite human, it must have made him regret his decision. A spare dorm was there for Angel as the exchange student had been quietly escorted by Barbatos.

“Thanks Barbatos.” Angel thanked rather awkwardly as the butler gave them a curt nod before heading to the Purgatory Trio’s dorms, leaving the exchange student alone to their new home. Angel flopped face down onto the bed as they groaned, mumbling something against the pillow and their black cat familiar hopped onto the bed and meowed, “Speak up child, I cannot hear you.” he prodded as Angel sighed as they sat up and stroked the cat.

“I fucked up Brimmond, I fucked up the Devildom.” Angel confessed before burying their face into the pillow once more, Brimmond yawned as he padded over to his master/mistress and pawed at their face. “Then we find a solution to remedy it.” he proposes as Angel frowned, “If that were the case, Barbatos could have foresaw this and Lord Divaolo would have prevented this all from happening.” 

But where could they go? And who? Perhaps...? “Perhaps we can meet this Archemond, Mammon’s successor if Lord Diavolo is correct. I think I know where we can find him.” Angel concludes as they slip their shoes on. The cat familiar hops onto their master’s/mistress’s shoulder and motions towards the door, “Off we go then?” And with a nod, Angel decided to live up to their name. One last service they could provide the Devildom as the human exchange student.

“Do you hear what I hear? A baby is crying.” Brimmond comments as Angel tentatively nears the door to the Purgatory Trio and overhears Simeon attempting to calm down an offended Luke, “No! Why would I want to invite Angel over?! It’s their fault that MC left us! I can’t believe that’s actually their name. They might as well be a devil in disguise!” 

Though a bit disheartened, Angel decides to head out into the Devildom streets and out to the casinos.  “Think anyone else will notice us being gone?” Brimmond asks as they leave Purgatory Hall and Angel shakes their head, “It’s fine if they don’t. I’m doing them a favor.”

His words were like daggers to the heart as Angel faltered, only to be swatted by the cat. “Master. Have faith.” But Luke had a point, had Angel not been chosen for the exchange program, Mammon would have still been the Avatar of Greed and MC would still be here. It was a damn shame that they hadn’t acted on reprimanding the brothers sooner as this all could have been prevented. 

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Brothels and strip clubs for lust, all you can eat buffets for gluttony, and casinos for greed. The domain of the high rollers of the Devildom, and this was they’d find the newly appointed Avatar of Greed. “Do you know what you are doing Master? Or at least a plan?” Brimmond asks as he hung onto Angel’s shoulder as they traversed past the many businesses and entered to the bright neon lights of casino. “Making it up as I go.” Angel answered as they entered the casino, it wasn’t hard to think Mammon would have brought them here for a good time.

He did offer to, only for his brothers to dissuade them and insulting their brother to boot. The brothers did isolate Angel from Mammon and MC, it was no wonder that you had both left. “Mhm. Better hurry child, demons are staring at you.” Brimmond notes as the cat kneads on Angel’s shoulder, “You are a walking meatsack with a soul attached to it after all.” 

Angel continues to wade around the card tables and the jingling beeps of the slots before they bumped into a tall and tanned figure, and before they knew it, they were dangling off the ground and face to face with a pair of amused purple eyes. “Well, well. What’s a little human doing out here without their little guard Avatars?” 

Brimmond hissed at the demon as Angel squirmed, “You’re Archemond, aren’t you? The newly crowned Avatar of Greed.” The demon lets out a deep chuckle as he amused himself with the human, “Avatar yes, crowned, no. And you, my dear human, are a sacrifice to Greed. Are you not?” Archemond mused as he licked his lips and Angel groaned as they stopped squirming, “You’re a demon of class, can we be a bit civilized and have a chat before you decide to consume my soul?” 

Amused by the human before him, Archemond studies them before smirking as he put two and two together and gruffly responded. “Ah...I see. Not only are you the new human Diavolo brought, but the human who drove out the other human and Mammon. To think a human had such power in them to bring down an Avatar.” 

Looking and feeling like a shamed dog who displeased their master, Angel frowned and admittedly answered, “Yes. That is I.” As if staring into their soul, the demon laughed before throwing the human over his shoulder, earning a surprised yelp from the human, “Hey! Is this really necessary?!” they shouted as he demon only laughed. “Very well, let’s be proper for the time being."

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Now in the confines of his penthouse suite, he plopped Angel down into a chair across the demon’s desk. Brimmond slid down from their shoulders and landed in their lap, giving Archemond the stink eye as he sat across from Angel. Propping a leg over the other and leaning back into the velvet seat, Archemond eyed the human before him, “So then. What is it you want human? Other than being the first sacrifice to Greed?”

“I have a proposition for you.” Angel speaks as they stroke the familiar in their lap as the demon listened and watched with amused eyes, “And what would that be?” Archemond inquired, Angel sighed and chewed their lip as Brimmond looked up, feeling their master tense and the demon tilts his head, “Well?” Summoning all the courage they had, Angel stared straight at the demon and held out their hand, “Make a pact with me.”

Staring at their hand, Archemond cackled at their audacity as he leaned back in his seat and chuckled lowly, “Oh? Make a pact with you? Nice try, but I won’t fall for that so easily like Mammon did.” Angel raised an eyebrow at the demon, “And why not? I’m the reason you even got your powers as an avatar.” they said as they continued to keep their arm out for him. Archemond chuckles once more, “And what’s in it for me? You expect me to be loyal dog on a leash?”

"Consider it as having a guaranteed soul for yours to keep, and, if it’s to your liking, You may have access to the human world as much as you please, and free reign to human souls, only with my approval.” Angel asserts, “Do we have a deal?” The demon answers with a firm grip onto the human’s hand as a burning sensation is branded onto Angel’s palm. 

Gazing upon the pact, Angel solemn for a moment, a reminder to them of what they had done. "Alright Mondo, let’s go.” “And where do you think I’ll be going with you?” Archemond asks as Angel shows the him the pact, fresh and almost pulsating with power, as if the reserved power Mammon never used was still alive and kicking.

“Oh, we have a coronation to attend to, wouldn’t want to be late to that, would you? Go on and meet the Avatars, I’m sure they’d love to meet you.”

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The coronation of the new Avatar of Greed, according to Archemond was a waste of time when he could getting that sweet sweet grimm. Aside from the brothers attending, high ranking nobles who served in the noble courts were in attendance as well.

“I hate this. I hate this so much!” Asmo whined as he fiddled with the fabric of his outfit, Lucifer and the other brothers were present in their seats, except for the seats that Mammon and you would have occupied was left empty. They all were less than enthused about the occasion as they had no choice in the matter.

“We should be out looking for Mammon and MC instead of being here.” Belphegor argued as the brothers noted the absence of the Purgatory Trio, “Where are the Solomon and the angels? And Angel, shouldn’t they be here too?” Satan asked as Asmo was texting Solomon but groaned impatiently as he wasn’t getting an immediate response. 

“Do you think MC and Mammon want to come back?” Levi asked quietly, getting their attention as they had been expecting him to complain about leaving the safe bubble of his room. Beelzebub frowns, even with all the food laid out before him, his appetite was not evident. “What was the last thing we did with MC?” He asked as all the brothers looked thoughtful for a moment. “We went to that new cat cafe, wait. No. I had gone there with Angel.” Satan admitted as he frowned.

“I can’t remember doing anything with MC since Angel came.” His statement was shared by the brothers as they sat in silence, their revelation had come too late. “...Has it really been that long? This would have never happened if Lucifer just said no to another exchange program.” Belphegor muttered. Even by now, the brothers hadn’t noticed the absence of Angel either, as if they wanted to forget them and tried to remember MC and Mammon.

Lucifer, the most guiltiest of them all said nothing in the meantime, the fight between himself and Mammon was still fresh in his mind. Was that the last memory that you and Mammon had of him? And his brothers as well who had done nothing for you? You probably didn’t see them the way you used to after that, and throughout the exchange program as they had neglected you. His favorite brother and his favorite human, gone without saying a word, not even a goodbye, but did they really deserve one? “I know.” he responded soberly.

It was then did Diavolo’s booming voice break their silence as the Prince made his way to his throne, “Gentlemen.” The nobles stood and bowed to their prince, “Your Majesty.” as the Avatars bowed slightly as Barbatos took his place next to Diavolo. “At ease men.” All the nobles bowed and sat as Diavolo gave Lucifer and the brothers a stony gaze before continuing. 

“As you are all aware, there has been a new Avatar of Greed. The former Avatar, Mammon has decided he has not been living up to a suitable Avatar. And therefore has chosen to step down from his position and has chosen his successor to take his place.”

And with a whoosh the doors swing open as Archemond strides through, the demon decked out in black and gold velvet suit as he gave the nobles and brothers with a with a shit eating grin. The nobles, looking offended as they muttered amongst each other as the brothers were in shock, “That’s who Mammon chose to replace him?” Asmo whispered to his brothers, who was he and what was he like compared to Mammon?

“Gentlemen. As much fun as a coronation sounds, and I will not say no to the free demonus, but I am a busy man.” Archemond sneers at the brothers before reaching for a glass, “I have some rats that need to be executed, you know, debts and double crossing. I have hands and tongues to slice off, and just throw the rest to my hounds and watch them struggle.” 

Diavolo clears his throat as he rises from his throne, “As entertaining as that sounds Archemond, we have protocol to follow.” The Prince steps down from his throne and approaches the newly made Avatar of Greed, looking unruly and could care less about the ritual. Only to kneel before the Prince and Diavolo speaks, “As the Prince of the Devildom, in place of my father, the Demon King. I, Prince Diavolo, hereby inaugurate Archemond as the Avatar of Greed.” Diavolo’s word was law as the nobles bowed, the brothers however, were none too happy about their new Avatar. 

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Letting everyone converse with the new Avatar, Barbatos approached his master and whispered in his ear. With a nod and a wave of his hand, Diavolo left his throne for a brief moment as he approached the witch/warlock in waiting. “Ah Angel, you’ve come. What is it you wish to see me about?” Angel came, with their belongings in tow and Brimmond set on their shoulder. “I think you know what I came here for Lord Diavolo.” Angel replies as Diavolo raises an eyebrow, “Go on then.”

Angel holds up their palm and shows him Archemond’s pact, “As penance, I have made a pact with Archemond. I know it’s not going to bring back MC or Mammon, and I take responsibility for the drastic shift of the Avatars and its effect on the Devildom. I’m sure you have a fitting punishment for my actions.” They confess and gave the Prince a resolute look, and awaited the Prince to hand down their punishment.

Diavolo gazes upon the human before him before humming in thought, “A punishment? I suppose you’ve done enough to punish yourself?” Angel chews their lip as they consider, “If I may Lord Diavolo, I wish to go back to the human world, and I want to find MC and Mammon. I need to find them and apologize for everything. You have my word that I will never step foot back into the Devildom again.”

Diavolo ponders before nodding slowly, “Very well then Angel. You will keep your word on never returning, and to report back to the  Sorcerer’s Society on your failure to complete the program. Do we have a deal?” he asks as he summons a portal. Closing their eyes and taking a breath, Angel feels a head rub from Brimmond as both braced themselves the portal was fully formed. “Yes. As you wish Lord Diavolo.” They say as the Prince steps aside, “Then this is goodbye Angel. I wish you well.” 

And with that, the human proceeds to the other side, keeping their vow to never return. 

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Taking one last glass before leaving, Archemond notices the six brothers blocking his way. “Why...If it isn’t Lord Lucifer and the brothers, descending on high to mingle with the commoners.” Archemond greets the group of disgruntled brothers with the same shit eating grin as before while he swirls his glass of demonus. 

“Let me make one thing clear,” Lucifer glowered as he got close to Archemond’s face and grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall, “I don’t care that you are the Avatar of Greed. You are not one of us and you will never be.” The latter chuckled in response as Satan furrowed his eyebrows at him and cracked a knuckle, “What’s so funny?” he snarled lowly as Archemond guzzled his demonus quickly before answering. 

“Why in the Devildom would I lump myself with a pathetic lot like you? Six Avatars who can’t seem to get their heads out of their asses, you might want to see a proctologist about that by the way. We’ve already seen what that did to Mammon and your precious little human.”  

“Silence! You know nothing of us!” Lucifer snarled as his grip had now tightened around Archemond’s neck, the latter letting out a snicker, Belphegor growled in annoyance, “Why do you find this funny? Lucifer...You should kill him and get this over with.” Archemond merely smiled, “You have thing for kicking dogs, don’t you Lucifer?” He asked as Satan and Beel visibly tensed in response to such an audacious statement before he continued.

“Your dear brother and human, they’ve tried so hard to please you, have they not? Only for you and your brothers to throw them out to the dog house in favor of a new puppy? Luckily for these old dogs, they finally used that lump in their head and escaped from the yard.” 

“You’re talking about Angel.” Satan stated as he put two and two together, “Oh them, if it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have my title and powers. So I suppose this exchange program was worth it.” Lucifer’s grip tightened on Archemond’s neck, “I should have you killed.” he murmured. A deep gasp came from the demon but he kept smiling, “Go on then Lucifer, kill me. Lord Diavolo might lose his shit, because there goes the economy. Maybe wake up a certain sleeping king? Even so, do you really think Mammon and the human will come back to you?” 

Beelzebub shook his head and frowned, “But they’re family-” he started before Archemond quickly barked back, “Oh? You think he’d come back to a shit family like your’s?! A family who doesn’t respect him? If you lot were my brothers, I’d rather be kicked to the curb that stay with you.”

Archemond gleefully let a smirk creep across his face as he let out a husky chuckle, “I find that demonus acts like a truth serum, to some people anyways. And Mammon always had more than a glass or two whenever he’d to gamble his troubles away. Security always had to throw him out or to me for a nice beating. Granted, him spilling the beans gave me ammo to use against him and it’s quite amusing to watch an Avatar act like a damn fool, but it got tiring. Perhaps he should gone to a therapist about it? Oh wait. Didn’t you have one in the form of that human?”

“Lucifer. That is enough.” Diavolo’s voice came as it dripped with both disappointment and irritation. “Archemond is the new Avatar of Greed whether you like it or not. Do you and your brothers need a reminder of who holds true power here?” The look of anger in Diavolo’s eyes was enough for Lucifer release Archemond as he and brothers couldn't help but feel crushed and incomplete with you and Mammon. Diavolo gave a small apologetic look to the latter.

“Apologies Archemond, Lucifer hasn’t been himself lately.” Brushing his suit and feeling his neck of deep marks from Lucifer, Archemond shakes his head, “He hasn’t? I wonder why that is? A certain loss of someone important?” he asked as he took his leave, turning to the brothers and left them with some words on their situation now.

“It is said that those that the Avatar of Greed favors, find themselves with money and riches. If I were you, dear Avatars. I’d suggest you’d brush up on those resumes, you’ll need it.”

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[epikhightrans]

Epik High - End of the World (feat. G-Soul) (Keep reading for lyrics)

G-Soul: I want you to love me Like it’s the end of the world No one else above me Nobody else you prefer ’Cause we got this thing I wanna trust Even if it falls apart I want you to love me Like it’s the end of the world The end of the world The end of the world Tablo: I don’t believe anything that I see on TV Loudspeakers – they only talk sweet words Since sweet lies are more satiating than bitter, bitter truths Reveal the teeth and they’re all cavities I don’t need a priest I need a goddam law degree Why does the principle of presumption of guilt always only apply to me? Why do the offenders have their conscience and faces blurred? Who is this law meant for? It’s a fixed game None of us can stop or beat ’em An algorithm that sways the once-beautiful logic And makes it dance freestyle Okay, it’s gonna be okay But that’s a lie This world’s headed for hell Burn

G-Soul: I want you to love me Like it’s the end of the world No one else above me Nobody else you prefer ’Cause we got this thing I wanna trust Even if it falls apart I want you to love me Like it’s the end of the world

Mithra Jin: Even god can’t save us Full of doubt rather than belief Living with both eyes and ears closed but asking for the truth Right and wrong bear no meaning before twisted questions The mistrust of many engulf over the minority Even the same sin is worth different weights in price Justice eludes wealth The more corrupt, the more likely to survive They teach as if it’s only natural to be hurt as much as you’ve dreamed The future has been concealed by the darkness of reality A world where endless greed and selfishness intertwine Humans only need to hold other humans in check Been long since communication turned into pain Every time you open your mouth, you lose some Whenever I open my eyes, I see the end of a century stretched before me G-Soul: I want you to love me Like it’s the end of the world No one else above me Nobody else you prefer ’Cause we got this thing I wanna trust Even if it falls apart I want you to love me Like it’s the end of the world The end of the world The end of the world

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Into The Dark Side pt 1

So I wrote this a few months ago, and I wasn’t gonna post it until it was finished, but it felt kinda relevant after yesterday’s episode so here, take it

No Spoilers!! I didn’t add anything since yesterday (except for like fixing some grammar mistakes) so none of it was influenced by the ep. It’s an AU either way

Word Count: 2400

Rating: Teen

Pairing: gen

Warnings: swearing, suggestive language, threats of violence (Remus stuff)

~~~START~~~

“I want you to make me a Dark Side.”

Deceit raised an eyebrow at both the odd request, and the fact that the other Side thought he could just barge into his study without knocking. “Excuse me?”

“I know that you control the separation between the so-called ‘Light Sides’ and the ‘Dark Sides’. I want you to turn me into a Dark Side.”

“Indeed,” Deceit replied thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair. He was hoping to come off as casual and aloof, but on the inside, he was completely lost. “I definitely follow. Light Sides ask to become Dark Sides all the time, it’s never the other way around.”

“Thomas frequently asks for my opinion, but once I have given it, my opinion is ignored. I believe my function would be performed more efficiently if I were working behind the scenes, so to speak.”

“Yes,” Deceit leaned forward, steepling his gloved fingers under his chin. “Because Dark Sides are known for being listened to and respected.”

“If my opinion is not going to be listened to, then I would prefer everyone stop asking for it.”

“Hmm, very well. I won’t fulfill your request, but just know, everything in life is free. There is never a price to pay.”

“I do not care. I shall pay, whatever the price.”

Deceit smirked at the other Side, and held out one hand. “Then won’t you shake a poor sinner's hand?” He purred, watching the other Side closely.

He took Deceit’s hand without hesitation and was immediately engulfed in a blinding yellow light. The last thing he heard before losing consciousness was Deceit muttering “transformation central.”

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“-you to make me a Dark Side-”

“-definitely follow-”

“-opinion is ignored-”

“-never a price to pay-”

“I do not care.”

Logan woke up in his bed, glasses still on his face. His room looked exactly the same except everything was in black and white.

Odd. Do all Dark Sides see in monochrome or is this some sort of practical joke played by Deceit?

He was scanning around the room, trying to decipher whether or not Deceit held up his side of the bargain, when he noticed that the lights were off. A glance at the clock told him that it was 5:30 am, much too early for him to be able to see anything more than vague outlines without a light on, let alone the most minute details on his periodic table poster.

Extremely odd indeed.

Cautiously, Logan made his way across the room to the light switch. He flicked the lights on, and suddenly all the colors of his room returned.

Interesting

Curiously, he switched the lights off again. Everything lost color immediately, but not clarity.

Very interesting. Perhaps Dark Sides can see in the dark. Further testing is required.

Leaving the lights off — he could see perfectly well in the dark so why waste electricity? —Logan headed to the bathroom attached to his room to begin his morning ablutions. He didn’t make it very far, however, because as soon as he caught sight of his reflection, he realized why he could see so well in the dark.

Ah, this is what Deceit must have meant when he said there was a price to pay.

All Dark Sides had animal traits. Deceit had snake scales covering random parts of his body, as well as a single snake eye and a forked tongue. Lust - while technically a Neutral Side - had black markings around his eyes, as well as having swan-like wings that jutted out from his back. Apathy also had black marks around his eyes - though his trailed down his face while Lust’s swooped back towards his ears - as well as an overly-large fuzzy sweatshirt that’s sleeves extend well past the tips of his fingers. Greed had intermittent scales like Deceit, though his were larger and shinier, and sometimes smoke came out of his mouth. Jealousy had opposable toes and a prehensile tail. The Duke had tentacles. And Anxiety… Well, Anxiety hid his animal traits well, but Logan was sure that he had some somewhere.

(And then of course there was Malice, Pride, and Rage, but while Logan was aware of their existence, he had never seen them before, and therefore did not know what animals they were represented by, nor how their traits manifest.)

Logan now had animal traits too. His glasses were now round with thick frames, and while his prescription hadn’t changed, they were now magnifying his eyes, making them look overly large and round. His eyebrows had gotten bushier and seemed to be permanently downturned, making him appear to be perpetually glaring. And worst of all, his hair no longer lay flat in a simple, professional style, but rather created two spikes on his head that seem to line up with the angle and trajectory of his eyebrows.

He was an owl. A great horned owl to be precise - and while owls were not known to be any more intelligent than any other type of bird, Logan understood that Dark Sides’ animal traits came from Thomas’ perception of animals, rather than from the actual behaviors of said animals.

This shall… take some getting used to. Still, it’s hardly a great price.

After several minutes of trying - and failing - to get his hair to lie flat, he gave up and decided to just start his day like he always did - with a strong cup of coffee and a nice, healthy breakfast.

Perhaps the hardest part of getting to the kitchen was that, other than his room, everything in the Dark side of the mindscape was a mirror image of how it was in the Light side, though, the fact that there were significantly more doors, and a good number of extra hallways that Logan — even with his more enhanced night vision — could not manage to see down didn’t help. It took him longer than he’d like to admit to make it to the kitchen, and when he got there, he was surprised to find he was not the only one awake.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Anxiety was sitting on top of the fridge, eating chips right out of the bag, and staring down at him.

Logan bristled a bit, which unfortunately meant his hair and clothes flared out like feathers on an agitated owl.

Unfortunate. I should make a note of that for the future.

Thankfully, Anxiety didn’t laugh at him (he wants to, though), instead he just continued to stare at Logan expectantly.

“What’s with the owl getup?”

“Ah, that. I made a deal with Deceit to become a Dark Side.” Logan answered, trying to regain his dignity. Anxiety stiffened at the answer.

“What was the price?” Anxiety demanded, gaze scanning quickly over the room, resting for a moment on a dark hallway that didn’t exist on the Light side, returning to Logan only when he found nothing to be out of place or unusual other than Logan himself.

“This, I presume,” Logan stuck his arms out to show off his unfortunate shirt-feathers. “I’ve become part owl. A bird characterized in popular media as being exceptionally smart, though in reality is of average intelligence for avians. A more accurate choice would have perhaps been a crow or a parrot, both of which are not only considered smart for avians, but for animals in general.”

Anxiety began shaking his head long before Logan finished his rant. “The animal traits are part of the gig, teach, not the price. What did Deceit ask for in return for making you a Dark Side?”

“I, uh, do not know,” Logan admitted slowly. In his haste to become a Dark Side, he had brushed off Deceit’s mention of a price, and now he was faced with the fact that he didn’t know what he paid.

“You don’t know?” Anxiety asked incredulously. Perhaps Logan should have been a little more like Anxiety. Anxiety would have never made a deal if he didn’t know exactly what the deal was, his overly cautious nature was what made Thomas double check the locks in his apartment before going to bed.

“No… I do not.”

“For being the smart one, you sure are a clueless moron.” Anxiety jumped off the fridge in one fluid motion, landing lightly - almost silently - on his feet in front of Logan. “C’mon, we’re gonna go ask Deceit what you paid.”

There was no room for argument as Anxiety grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the kitchen. Anxiety didn’t appear to be thrown off by the mirror image layout, or by the mysterious extra doors and hallways, but Logan supposed that was to be expected.

He has always lived here; he would know his way around much better than I. In fact, he would probably describe the Light Side as being a mirror image, despite the fact that it has the same basic layout as Thomas’s apartment.

“What are these extra hallways?” Logan asked curiously as they passed by two, one on either side. “And there appear to be a great number of extra doors.”

“Don’t go down hallways you can’t see down, and don’t open doors if you don’t know where they lead,” Anxiety ordered sharply instead of giving a proper answer.

“Why?” Anxiety let out an annoyed hiss, and yanked Logan to a stop.

“Just. Don’t.” He released his grip on Logan’s wrist and turned to the door that they’d stopped in front of. “We’re here.”

Anxiety rapped on the door three times. Nothing happened.

“Dee!” He called, knocking again, louder. “I know you’re in there! Open the d-”

The door flew open suddenly, banging loudly from its impact with the wall. A tentacle shot out of the impossibly dark room, wrapped around Anxiety’s wrist, and yanked the Side into the abyss before Logan could even process what was happening.

Barely a second later, another tentacle wrapped around Logan’s wrist, and yanked him into the room as well. The tentacle let go of him, and the door slammed shut again behind him, cutting off the only source of light in the pitch-black room.

“Anxiety!” A voice chuckled. “You never come to visit me! Oh I’m so touched!”

“Get off of me, Duke!” Logan could hear struggling a few feet away where both the Duke and Anxiety’s voices were coming from - as well as an interesting squwelshing noise. “I’m looking for Deceit, why are you in his room?”

“Oh, emo, you’re so funny!” The Duke laughed. “Deceit’s gone.”

“WHAT?”

“Oh yeah, seems he made a trade with a certain, discontent Light Side. I came across this empty room this morning and though it could fit sooo many butts in here, so it’s mine now!”

“Though I loathe to place myself in the middle of this conversation,” Logan interrupted. “Why can’t I see anything?”

“Cuz it’s not your room, dipshit,” Anxiety snapped.

“Now, Anxie, be nice to the nerd,” the Duke cooed. “He’s not from here.”

Suddenly, the lights flickered on, allowing Logan to take in their surroundings for the first time. The room was empty other than for himself and the other two Dark Sides, with nearly pristine white walls and carpet - though a splattering of… interesting colors littered the area around the Duke’s feet. Logan was about a foot away from the door with a tentacle reaching past him towards the light switch.

The Duke was standing in the approximate center of the room, about five feet away from Logan. His two human arms were wrapped around Anxiety, trapping his arms to his sides, lifting him off the ground, and clutching him to the Duke’s chest, while two of the Duke’s tentacles are wrapped around his legs to keep the anxious Side from kicking.

“Great,” Anxiety commented sarcastically. “Now lemme go you slimy-“

The Duke’s final tentacle wrapped around Anxiety’s head like a gag, cutting off whatever expletives were about to come out of his mouth.

“That’s better!” The Duke cheered. “Oh! My my, Anxiety, I didn’t know you were so kinky!”

The words spurred on another round of struggling from Anxiety, but the Duke held fast.

“Now, Archimedes,” the tentacle that had turned the lights on then wrapped around Logan’s wrist and pulled him closer to the conversation, though it was considerably gentler than when it had dragged him into the room - less like being kidnapped and more like having a child excited to show him something. “You can’t see in the dark in other Side’s spaces, it’s rude! You can only see in the dark in your room, and the common spaces.”

“What about all those hallways I couldn’t see down?” Logan asked, ignoring the silent glare coming from the trapped Anxiety.

“Oh those?” The Duke leaned in close enough that Logan could smell his foul breath. “Those are where the Darkest Sides live. The ones that give poor wittle Morality and Anxiety nightmares.” The Duke punctuated this by licking Anxiety’s cheek. “The ones that Deceit keeps under strict lock and key because even he’s afraid of letting them out.”

“Pride, Rage, and Malice,” Logan guessed.

“And me, of course.” The Duke dropped Anxiety in order to pose dramatically, arranging his tentacles around himself menacingly, but artistically.

Definitely Roman’s brother.

“But as I’m sure you know, Raerae, Octopi can fit through any opening they can get their beak through. All Deceit’s horses and all Morality’s men can’t keep me in the darkness forever. Every now and then, I get out and share all my fun ideas with Thomas.”

“Your ideas aren’t fun!” Anxiety hissed from the corner where he’d retreated to as soon as the Duke had released him. Logan noted his defensive stance, darkened eyeshadow, and involuntary hissing, and wondered if Anxiety’s animal traits were perhaps that of a racoon. “Now let us out!”

“Sorry, Tickle Me Emo,” the Duke giggled. He reached a tentacle out to open the door, but instead of the dimly lit hallway Logan and Anxiety had come from, beyond the door was pitch black. “I can’t open doors to the Dark Side unless someone lets me — like you did earlier when you knocked — but since Jay Jay the Jet Plane’s flown the coop, ~no one’s gonna come looking for you,~” the Duke advanced towards Anxiety, his posture and tone becoming less friendly and more menacing. “It’s just you, me, and Pigwidgeon here.”

~~~TO BE CONTINUED~~~

To be clear: Lust is a swan, Apathy is a sloth, Greed is a dragon, and Jealousy is monkey

Ten points if you guess Virgil’s animal traits

Twenty points if you guess what Pride, Malice, and Rage are

General Taglist: @royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple

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Myers-Briggs Types as Songs from my Greek Mythology Album

The album is called From the Kindly Ones, and it tells the stories of figures in the Greek Underworld, from the point of view of the Fury Alecto, who punishes or otherwise knows them. Each one teaches a lesson Alecto feels the figure needs to learn, or features some other opinion the Fury has. 

There are 16 songs, so I figured, why not? Each blurb includes the title, the type, a sample lyric, and some explanation.  There are four sections of the album: Kings, Queens, the Innocent, and the Guilty.

The lyrics are here, and the entire album (a rough acoustic recording) is included here if you want to listen to your type’s song! 

I. KINGS

Dictator - INTJ

It’s no fun when you didn’t want to be the ruler of the world ? But the job is yours, there’s no denying

Hades’ song is about a man in an unwanted position of power, forever set apart with terrible duty and ability from the rest of his kind. But he was granted this broader perspective of the world for better or for worse, and I think the INTJ Mastermind type can relate.

Peaches Before Gold - ENTP

You earned the gold / You made the score / You saw a win and made it yours

Midas’ song cautions against ambition and greed trumping interpersonal relationships. While he gains unimaginable wealth, he becomes unable to show his daughter what he’s won. ENTPs can be prone to falling into a need to “win” above all else.

Down - ISFP

Death is no giant; it’s more of a king / Small like a tyrant, and just as inevitable

Sisyphus’ song details why he is condemned to roll a boulder up a hill forever. He was cunning and creative, and managed to cheat death more than once, for which he was punished. The ISFP’s individualism can sometimes make them believe that rules don’t apply to them.

The Dictator Remix - ENTJ

Lie on the chaise lounge while they lower grapes in front of you / Go on, keep chasing the high like the dictators do

Tantalus’ song is a mirror of Hades,’ showing a man who grasped at power his whole life, trying to cheat the gods, only to hurt those around him and damn himself. The ENTJ can be incredibly focused on success, but needs to understand humility to be truly powerful.

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II. QUEENS

Friend of Fury - ISTP

You drew a bath of roses and you stood behind the king / You heard it then, the sound of blood when it decides to sing

Clytemnestra’s song depicts a woman taken advantage of her whole life, who finally breaks the chains of society to take revenge on her husband. The ISTP is an independent, practical soul who often thinks against the grain and is willing to take swift action, like this queen.

Upside Down - ESFP

You’re a creature of ego, oh Lady in the Chair / To see Aphrodite’s face beside your own could grant some clarity

Cassiopeia’s song tells the story of a vain queen who boasted of her daughter’s beauty above that of a goddess. While ESFPs can fall into the trap of vanity, they (like this queen) also have strong bonds with others, especially taking pride in their families.

The Queen of All The Ghosts - ESFJ

I was once like you / I was once a martyr, too / You, a sign of spring / Me, a warning of the justice I would bring

Persephone’s song gives a glimpse into the mind of Hades’ wife, and how her internment in the Underworld was more her decision than the myth leads us to believe. Like the Queen of the Dead, the ESFJ often makes quietly strong decisions for their family and for their own needs.

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III. THE INNOCENT

Good Boy - ISFJ

If they would listen to your words and not the mouths that they escape / I think they’d love you, dear

Cerberus’ song is a sad one, but it’s also full of compassion. The three-headed dog is most often seen as a terrifying figure, but the narrator of this song sees him as an innocent. The ISFJ’s desire to care for others and natural gentleness is on full display here.

Falling From Grace - INFJ

So climb the stairs to heaven while I wait here on the ground / Paying no attention to the bodies raining down

Icarus’ song warns against perfectionism, following the story of a young man who up until now has easily navigated the patterns of life. INFJs are prone to god complexes due to their ability to see beyond the surface of life, but they may come crashing down if they are too reliant on it.

Coins - INTP

‘Cause the ferryman will take it from under your tongue / Doesn’t really matter if you die young 

Charon’s song covers the ferryman’s singular interest in his mission: ferry souls across the Styx and receive payment for it. The INTP can become completely fixated on a certain topic, neglecting all else to puruse what they deem most interesting at the time.

Follow Me, Prelude - ISTJ

One, too bound to his lyre / And one who a liar kept in the ground

Orpheus’ and Eurydice’s songs are preceded by this very short prelude. While it’s the shortest song on the album (sorry, ISTJs!), the practicality of this piece lines up with the ISTJ’s. They are also very to-the-point, and these lines pack a powerful punch, summing up the next story.

Follow Me, Pt. 1 - ENFP

What you wanted was a mystery, even to me / Why do I follow you when I don’t even know where you’re leading me?

Eurydice’s song is the only one on the album from the subject’s point of view, rather than the narrator’s. The story of her open heart and innocent nature mirror the ENFP’s, idealists who may find themselves in the sad position of loving those who cannot love them back.

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IV. THE GUILTY

Follow Me, Pt. 2 - INFP

Should I listen to men who would tear me apart? / I’m sorry, my love, but your face isn’t worth my heart

Orpheus’ song depicts his devotion to his art and ideals, and how that extends beyond his devotion to Eurydice. The fiercely individual and creative INFP needs to balance their focus on ideals with reality and relationships, which Orpheus has unfortunately failed to do.

Visitor - ESTJ

Hera saw it in your heart (she held it there herself, you know) / And so she knew how it could stain your darkest clothes

Heracles’ song is about the demigod’s disproportionate strength and rage, and how Hera manipulated both to cause his life harm. ESTJs are strong-willed and tough, and need to be careful of allowing their rigid tendencies to break the softer world around them.

Doomed - ESTP

Sitting on the head of your father’s coffin / Sitting on the bed while your mother’s watching

Oedipus’ song tells the story of a man told of his dark fate, who fulfills it in his effort to avoid it. ESTP individuals are bold, which can come at the price of taking opportunistic risks. Like Oedipus, they could end up acting on something with unexpected consequences.

To Cower, To Covet - ENFJ

Theseus, do you think of your friend in the pit? / Pirithous — condemned, while you got away with it

Theseus’ and Pirithous’ song shows the double standard of condemnation when a slight is personal rather than impersonal. The ENFJ is an idealistic leader who may, like Hades with these young men, hold others to a high standard - but who also may be too hard on themselves.

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one step back, two steps forward (pt. 21)

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the secrets came to light 1

The ‘click-clack’ of the metal boots was heard before a raging female came in the view. The heroes of different ages sitting around the conference table watched with a batted breath as she entered and stomped right towards the glow stick of the league.

 Hal was having a good day, there was no pending mission of the league or ova and he had a rare free time to himself. That was until the raging Amazonian came.

 With her fist directly to his gut, the chaos started. Red hood couldn’t hide and burst out laughing at the neon glow stick. Some younger heroes also laughed although trying to cover it up with coughs.

 Wonder woman looked down at the green lantern with a growl. She couldn’t believe when she had a conversation about the continuously ignored situation, with something so sacred in the circulation. And the fault was on their side.

 How could you do this!? How could you ignore them?! I knew you were idiot but I didn’t knew you were this stupid! To think you ruled them out as mere prank call!

 Now, they all turned serious. It looked like that Hal had received a call to justice league headquarters and ruled it as prank call when the call was serious and now the Amazonian was raging.

 Wonder woman….

 Batman called making the said hero calm though barely. Without a word he asked for clarification.

 Yesterday I received a call about Paris situation……………

 Wait…..    Hal straighten up, suddenly remembering the event.        ……..you mean to say that call about bunch of magic jewelry, kids dressed up in animal costumes and evil butterfly…………that was all true!

 Yes Hal!        Diana hissed, her poorly disguised glare was enough to shut him up.

 Someone from the younger heroes raised their hand. Beast boy gestured towards green lantern.

 You know, the way he put it, it did seem like a bunch of non-sense.

 Diana face-palmed loudly before groaning. She questioned her sanity before looking at them.

 It’s because it was not properly narrated. The first call was four years ago. When it all started. The kids were chosen out of whim and they had to learn it on their own. Now I got a call from the new member with new problems that I feel like I should tear my hair out!

 Wonder woman panted as tried to catch her breath.

 Excuse me, I’m emotionally distorted.

 Hey, what was the magic jewelry again?

 Aquaman asked slowly.

 Miraculous.

 Holy shit! Yeah, you messed up Hal!

 Aquaman cursed as he took Diana’s side making other leaguers raise an eyebrow.

 We would like some explanation if you want us to help.

 Batman growled as he stared at the Atlantian and Amazonian. They looked at each other before sighing again.

 Alright. But first you need to know the origin considering you don’t know the importance of such sacred artifact.      Diana begins. Well, miraculous are magical jewelry bounded with tiny gods to sustain their existence. We call these gods Kwami. Kwamis have existed since the beginning of the universe. Being abstract creatures, each Kwami is formed whenever a new idea, concept, or emotion comes into existence in the universe, such as creation, destruction, balance etc. However, tangible creatures, like humans, could not see or sense a Kwami; so the Kwamis could only roam the universe without communicating with them.

 That was until a mage successfully made magic jewelry where Kwami inhibit and communicate with humans.     Arthur continued.       We call them miraculous. By inhibiting them, these tiny gods bestow their power to their wearers.

 Among many the strongest are the creation and destruction. Using them both gives you one wish regardless of what it is. You can ask for peace or to bring someone to life or overwrite a timeline if you want.

 Many speedsters perked up but their next words send chills to their bodies.

 That is if you are will to pay the equal price. Ask to resurrect the dead one and you might lose your loved ones.

 That what sank Atlantis.

 And the world war……

 The great draught…..

 Pompeii…..

 ……..

…..

…..

 There was utter silence before wonder woman started again.

 Considering you guys have been reading it as natural disaster and human greed started a war, it was just a cover up so the existence of such sacred artifacts remain hidden. If it falls to wrong hands, it will goodbye lives and hello destructions.

 There was pin drop silence, many looked uneasy as they tried to digest the information.

 So now they are in Paris?

 Normally they should be with the order of the guardians, but if what I was told correct then the order had fallen and only one guardian remains…………….

 Is there a problem?

 Yes……….because now the guardian is 17 years old child who is also wielding miraculous of creation.

 There was another dramatic silence before all chaos started.

 What do you mean 17 years old?! Do you mean they were 13 when they all started!

 This is non-sense father! Those kids have their own city and I can’t patrol without any supervisor!

 Holy fuck! Those were kids! Who the hell chose children with no training to be heroes!

 I think you forgot baby bird, this is exactly B took us in.

 They can change timeline!

 The chaos stopped when batman cleared his throat.

 Should we offer our help to them?

 Batman asked wonder woman who quickly shook her head.

 While it might be the right thing to do it isn’t the right choice. The enemy pry on the negative emotions to mind control you.

 So it’s better to gather information instead.

 How about I show you the calls we get first?

  Wonder woman asked before turning towards the main computer.

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The Shenanigans MC do with the Demon Bros to annoy Lucifer (pt 1/6??)

A/N : Inspired by an AO3 fanfic made by the amazing SlimeAndSnails here (GO READ IT, BECAUSE IT’S 👌👌) I live for any stupid interaction the boys do with MC

Are you tired? Are you slowly losing your mind because you have to write an essay about 1001 major events of Devildom History? Do you just want to let loose? It is hell after all. Do you want to set everything on fire, let it explode as you walk away? Well, fear not! Because you are not alone, for there is another demon stressed out with you and is slowly losing his mind. So what better things to do?—Huh? Finishing the essay? Nah! You both annoy the hell out of Lucifer, because in this House of Lamentation, we die like men.

Mammon

Both of you were on your room doing the essay, when Mammon yell sighed in agony—he gave up. That teacher must've been high on some Devildrugs when they gave them this essay. You were scratching that same spot in your hair for the fifth time, the burden of this essay clearly shows. That's when Mammon turned around to you, grinned like the Lord of Fool that he is, and said, "want to annoy Lucifer?" And you, being the voice of reason that you are, grinned back at him.

If you think it'll be easy because, it's Mammon we're talking about! He annoys Lucifer just by breathing. Well, you're wrong. When it comes to Mammon, Lucifer has raised his guard a thousand more. The both of you had to come up with something new if you want to annoy him. A simple reaction was all both of you need. A cough, a tint of blush, a gasp, simple things that the avatar of pride rarely shows.

Dinner time was over an hour ago, but there he is. The avatar of pride sits alone eating his dinner because Lord Diavolo can be a hassle sometimes. But after today, he needs that alone time. A perfect buffalo medium rare steak, a nice wine and no trouble (brothers) insight.

Or not. He visibly sigh as he stabs his meat, looking at a certain human running towards him. There’s the trouble.

“Lucifer!!” You run towards him, whining. Far behind you, Mammon who’s been trying to hide his snorts of laughter chases you.

“Come back here! You tattletale!” By the time he shouts, you were already standing, and panting beside Lucifer. The said brother only looks at you. Not this again.

The hunters (a fucking bored, one brained cells mouses) strikes it’s prey! (a lion, a very scary lion).

Lucifer didn't even bat an eye. He gracefully cuts his steak. "What did he do this time?"

“I was trying out some new clothes! And he- Mammon, he-!”

“He called me fat!” You wailed.

Lucifer stared at you as he chews. “Well, that’s rude of him.” He swallowed, then opened the wine bottle, pours, and raised the wine glass to his lips. For one night, he’s going to pretend that he’s alone and all this voices are only in his head.

“Oi! I didn’t call ya' fat, okay! That was a compliment!” The avatar of greed finally catches up to you. “Damn, why do ya' have to whine to Lucifer, of all people! All i said was, ‘damn that clothes makes your ass pop like Lucifer’s!”

Lucifer chokes on his wine. Well, so much for pretending. Only a matter of milliseconds and he regain his composure again. But both you and Mammon saw that. That moment where Lucifer was taken aback, to the point where he can’t drank his wine gracefully—you and Mammon saw that.

You hold a snort. Your plan was to make one dumb comment to catch Lucifer off guard. But you weren’t expecting the word, ‘ass’ and ‘Lucifer’ at the same sentences, let alone as a ‘compliment’. 

“What did you say, Mammon my dear baby brother?” The fallen angel's voice was low, and dangerous. He stands from his seat, adjusting his glove, preparing his hand for some ass-beating. Mammon must’ve felt that adrenaline rush in him, because the only thing he does was take one step back. No fear in his eyes. He looks at you, with that glint in his eyes. Lucifer noticed, and turns at you.

You took a breath, “damn, that ass do popping thou,” then looks at him straight in the eye, wiggle your brows, and Mammon roars with laughter.

“Gotcha!” you wink, as Mammon grabs your hand and the both of you escape with laughter before Lucifer can do anything.

---

“Mammon stop walking like that!” Leviathan lightly slap his brother’s shoulder. “And stop rubbing your butt!”

“Shut up, Levi! My ass hurts!” Mammon rubs his behind as he tried to walk like a normal demon. He cant.

“What fun did you do last night, eh?” Comes Asmodeus, walking beside them.

Mammon shudders at Asmo’s comment. “Not fun! It’s torture, it’s-it’s a fucking nightmare, i tell ya’!”

“Are you alright? You’ve been adjusting your sitting position for awhile now.” Meanwhile, at the dining table Satan looks at you, and you can’t help but grimace at him.

That night, after your shenanigans with Mammon, Lucifer came in to your room after he regain his composure. “If my ‘popping ass’ count as a compliment, i will gladly help you achieve that.”

A loud smack was heard inside the exchange student room, twice. And a two brain-cells rolling in pain as they rubbed their aching butt.

That morning, Lucifer’s sips his tea and visibly sighed, as you and Mammon keep adjusting your seat during breakfast, both clearly holding a laughter with a neglected essay in your room floor.

But hey, the pain was worth the price.

[luna-redamancy]

The Curse (Thorin x Reader)Pt.1

Next

Once upon a time, hidden away amongst the woodlands, a handsome young prince lived in a beautiful castle. Despite sitting upon a hoard of treasures only a dragon could truly desire, the prince was selfish and unkind. The people of the kingdom were taxed to fill his castle with the most beautiful of objects, paintings, and to help pay for the grand parties he held. For no one could dare touch a single golden coin in his vaults without paying the ultimate price.

The music was vibrant and upbeat, the women dancing together while Prince Thorin sat on his throne, amusedly watching them while twirling his ring on his finger. Standing up slowly, like a predator trying not to startle its prey, Thorin walked amongst them, cutting into the dances to amuse himself with the women’s soft skin and to smell their flowery perfumes.

Suddenly the castle door flew open, the howling winds from the storm blowing out all the lights in the castle as one woman walked in, shivering from the cold. Thorin raised a brow, a glare forming on his face. After all, how dare a peasant disrupt his party?

“My Prince Thorin,” The haggard-looking woman began, falling to her knees in exhaustion. “I do not have much to offer you, but please, may I seek shelter in your kingdom until the storm passes?” She finished, holding out a single red rose to him.

Thorin picked up the rose from her grasp, seeming to think over the proposition before looking at her again. Repulsed by her appearance, Thorin threw the rose back on the floor, “Get her out of here!” He announced to the guards, the women giggling menacingly at the poor woman as the guards stepped forth to take her.

The woman slowly began to stand, gold light surrounding her as she shook her head. “A handsome prince you may be, but a fool you also are destined to be,” She smirked, her haggard appearance changing to one of a beautiful young woman. “Do not be deceived by appearances, Prince Thorin, for beauty is found within.”

Thorin gasped, his blue eyes widening as he then dropped to his knees, pleading for the enchantress’ forgiveness. But it was too late, she saw through his gold coated heart only to find it empty and loveless within.

The light blinded everyone in the castle, only Thorin could see the fallen rose being picked up by the light and swirling in the air. “You have no love in your heart, you are a beast that preys on the affection and empathy of those around you, yet has none to offer for those who cannot give you something in return…” She scoffed, “As punishment, I’ll simply make you the beast that you are within shine through on the outside.”

Ever since that day, Thorin was a beast, the servants now transformed into objects, and the world went on without them. Days bled into years, time ticked by and the memory of the greedy prince soon vanished from the public mind, for the enchantress was smart, and erased all memory of them from the minds of those they loved, she didn’t want them to mourn.

But all hope wasn’t lost, just yet, for the rose she had offered was enchanted. If the beast could truly learn to love another and earn their love in return before the rose lost its last petal, the spell could be broken. If he couldn’t, then the greedy prince shall remain a beast for all eternity.

As the years ticked by, Thorin began to lose hope, after all, who could learn to love a beast that was filled with greed and bitterness?

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Bad Commentary pt. 1

@ceta-maelstrom - Let Go of the Past

A fair concept, certainly within Green’s color pie. I think you overcomplicated this card. I’d rather a set cost, with “Exile any number of creature card from your graveyard. For each creature exiled this way, put a +1/+1 counter on target creature you control and you gain 1 life.” It could be a very powerful card in limited with a graveyard theme if the cost is aggressive enough.

@connoissuer-of-fine-vines - Prolonged Interrogation

I also think that this card is fine. I’d rather it be rare than mythic, but to be fair, 10 possible life (if you have a strong discard shell) is pretty rough, so I may be wrong there. Flavor-wise? Interrogation is hard to capture. We have Coerced Confession also in black-blue, so it’s THERE, certainly. This is a good starting point. If we were on a creative design, I’d gather folks to talk about ways interrogation could be conveyed, what would be the best way to do it, etc. Again, I’m thinking out loud here. This is a pretty good design!

@custommagiccards - Break Ties

Unless there’s some emblematic things happening, shouldn’t it be indestructible until end of turn? For specific wording, you don’t have to put “to cast this spell” - “this way” works, like on Devouring Greed/Vicious Betrayal. As for power level, man, I love the flavor but I really worry about the amount of stuff you can sink into a one-mana pump! Indestructible is big, too. I do like this concept. Ooh, and it’s making me think of another card, a common black cleric that, when it dies, makes an opponent lost life equal to the greatest power among creatures you control - making this spell even better and making for a decent bear.

@dimestoretajic - Era of Control.

I don’t like this card. It’s really cool. It’s not for me! But it’s REALLY cool. See, I’d hate to play against it because I know that someone would use it for a crazy cruel control deck? But it’s also a deck I know I would enjoy playing. Regarding the wording, I believe the first ability should have them choose permanents they control. The second replacement should be, I believe, “If a creature or land would enter the battlefield while its controller controls four or more permanents of the same type, exile it instead.” No, that...probably isn’t it. But it should check for permanent types, I believe. I’m not sure, type-changing shenanigans are hard.

@emmypupcake - Xenophobia

Great concept. I think to make it even more powerful, it should affect all creatures instead of just yours. It doesn’t have to be a bad thing just for you! In limited, man, that could be crazy. I’m sure there are a bunch of constructed decks that would like it as well. Anti-tribal piece? Insane.

@follower-of-liliana - Prolong Suffering

Hm. I love Climax as a multiplayer mechanic, speeding up the game in a crazy fast manner. Reminds me of Undaunted, but more flavorful. This card is insanely narrow, and I really don’t like how specific it is for its shell. BB or even B for some copying shenanigans is great. Curses? I wish there were more and better played curses to make this card work. Keep this mechanic around, though. It’s so, so cool. 

Just to expand for a moment: I feel that there is a notion that multiplayer mechanics such as Undaunted are also based on cards that are universal and simple. Prolong Suffering is grokable as a card but again, its narrowness requires it to be built around, instead of having the ability to be put in any kind of multiplayer-focused deck, which is one of the major strengths of Undaunted cards.

@fractured-infinity - Price of Power

I have a couple questions about this card. Why leave one creature, instead of sacrificing all of them? You’re the one in control, flavorfully, and it’s symmetrical (kind of) with discarding all the cards in your hand. Why can’t it be countered? Villains - or those who sacrifice all for power - do lose sometimes. I’m not sure I like that this card can nuke artifacts and enchantments in mono-black, and I’m not sure I like the seven-cost. But! If this was a five-drop with simplified abilities, I’d like it a lot more, because the effect is solid.

@i-am-the-one-who-wololoes - Sacrifice for Safety

Heh, the name’s right on the nose, ain’t it. I was wondering why this card was three mana, considering Eerie Interlude exists, then I saw that it was uncommon. I like the notion of this being a powerhouse like Scapegoat for the modern era. Concerning? In limited, probably. Combolicious? I doubt it. Powerful? Definitely. I’d have to see it played to feel whether or not this card necessarily needs to exist on top of Eerie Interlude.

@illharg-the-rave-boar - Fiery Crash

HA. NICE. Narrow, powerful, sideboard-licious, and so much flavor. Not much to say here, except that kids, don’t drink and drive, or a mage is going to fireball you to death.

@nine-effing-hells - Banality of War

Considering Porphyry Nodes, I wonder if this card can just be B. But you’re probably right, BB is... A little less worrisome, heh. Nothing new here, but still a card that’d be easy to slide into a set. That flavor text makes me shudder a little too, so good work there.

(Part two coming soonish maybe.)

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Fire Meets Fate Michael Langdon Pt 1

A/N: based off the lyrics to Fire Meets Fate by Ruelle, the second half will be a rewrite from the ending that Ryan Murphy gave us in Apocalypse. This will my first attempt at daring to do a different ending that was in the show and of course one where Michael ultimately lives cause let's face it Michael Langdon deserved better. Let me know what you guys think feedback would be appreciated.

//It's in our flesh, it's in our blood

This reckoning has just begun

There's no escape

When fire meets fate//

Doom will come from above, having sunk into the unusual state that sometimes suggested prophecy might be partly correct. As the eighth month dawns, the warrior will bring death to the earth, and all shall cease.

DOOMSDAY APPROACHES

Armageddon From The Skies….

This very impact 'would most likely result in the total extinction of all life on Earth.'

“The world is a raging clusterfuck. And we need to burn this motherfucker to the ground! Wipe the slate clean and start over. This time do it right” the very statement that Jeff Pfister made echoed in Michael Langdon's head over and over. His role commanded by his father was to plan out and execute the task of ending the world as we know it today.

Present day year 2020….

The world was plagued by civil unrest, and many larger cities had become almost completely lawless. There was looting and panic, and destruction and misery had become commonplace. Society was imploding, so the violence of the outside world would not disturb them as they waited for the end. Outposts spread all across the United States had been set up by the Cooperative so those that paid the excessive price to assure their safety while riding out the end of this world and the birth of the new one.

“And I saw in the right hand of Him who sat on the throne a scroll written inside and on the back, sealed with seven seals.”  Revelation 5:1. The breaking of each seal signifies an increase in war, famine, natural disasters, etc. on the earth.

The breaking of the seals is the first stage in the Great Tribulation, a time of turmoil and distress that signify the end times. It was all before Michael in black and white in a book referenced The Holy Bible. He cocked an eyebrow  pushing the heavy leather bound book out from in front of his reach. It seemed simple enough really but his mind continued to reel in thought after thought just making him more confused. How was he going to pull this off? It was now only weeks away, D day was a lot closer than he actually realized the actual thought looming over his mind.

The third and final stage of the Great Tribulation is the emptying of seven bowls of wrath over the earth.Those who are left on the earth are Satan, the Antichrist, the beast, and all those who follow them. Those who have chosen to follow Satan up until now will be beyond repentance.

Apocalypse comes to us from the Greek apocalypsis, meaning to uncover and unveil. apocalypse has three meanings. First, it is the actual imagined end of the world, whether in Revelations or in Hollywood blockbusters. Second, it comprises the catastrophes, personal or historical, that are said to resemble that imagined final ending—the Chernobyl meltdown or the Holocaust or the March 11 earthquake and tsunami in Japan that killed thousands and critically damaged a nuclear power plant in Fukushima. Finally, it is a disruptive event that provokes revelation. The apocalyptic event,  in which to be truly apocalyptic, it must in its disruptive moment clarify and illuminate “the true nature of what has been brought to end.” It must be revelatory.

I cannot contemplate the apocalypse  without asking the question: where is this all leading? Where are the patterns and forces that we have set in motion in our world—the patterns and forces that made this world's devastation is not only possible but inevitable—delivering us? To what end, to what future, to what fate?

The answer seems to me both obvious and chilling.  These left surviving are staggering around the waste and being picked off by the hundreds of thousands by “natural disasters”—by “acts of god.”

Truth be told, I’m not very optimistic. I mean, just look at us. No, I’m not optimistic—but that doesn’t mean I don’t always exactly think or talk about it. Tens of thousands were massacred; tens of thousands more were wounded.

//Like gravity from underneath

We can't outrun our destiny//

Fire and brimstone will reduce this world to nothing but ash killing most of the 7 billion people in it's wake leaving if we are lucky a handful to survive. Michael is the antichrist the one true son of none other than satan himself and was the one to inevitably carry out the plan.

Long before his preternatural birth, Michael gave every indication that he would be the personification of the most unimaginable evil to walk the Earth, prophesied by the Book of Revelations to conquer human life and unavoidably bring about the destruction of all of which does, and could, exist. From the moment of his conception - though only a rudiment in his mother's womb - he was a devourer of innocence: he fed off the nutrients of his twin brother to deprive him of a chance at life, and consumed the raw flesh of cattle to sustain himself in his mother's body before trading her life away, stealing her last breath during a violent and agonizing nativity that would only ensure his own successful emergence upon the world. Even as a child, his very existence was a disturbing subversion of innocence, and he proved this at just six years of age, when he sliced open his nanny's neck to create frivolous handprints with her blood, giggling in the presence of his grandmother Constance when she discovered the body.

Contrary to the Bible's proclamation that he would be the "essence of evil", however, Michael was not always devoid of humanity, and who he once was as a person was a direct opposition to what horrors he committed. His violent tendencies, while undoubtedly an innate part of his genetic makeup, were an aspect of who he was that he could neither control nor understand during his youth, resulting in him feeling confused and remorseful for unintentionally hurting the people he loved most. He had no recollection of attempting to strangle Constance , for example, and shed tears of regret upon realizing what it was that he was doing, leading credence to John Henry Moore's assumption that the Devil was possessing him.

Despite Michael's best attempts to turn his uncontrollable murders into a positive, naming them as gifts in his grandmother's honor, he was unaware that the stress he put on her, as a result, would ultimately lead to her suicide - a fact that devastated him when he discovered her lifeless body, and would only hurt him even further when it was revealed to him by Ben that Constance no longer wished to see him as a ghost. Although Ben was not biologically related to Michael, he viewed him as the son that had been robbed of him by Constance, and bared witness to the boy's genuine tears of grief over losing the only family he ever knew. Longing to give Michael the life that he never had, Ben took him in as his own, and for a time, Michael finally felt at home again as the two grew close, laughing and smiling as they played baseball inside and talked about their shared values. Although Michael's biological need to murder still existed, Ben knew that it was not intentional on his part, and tried his best to ease those urges in him so that he could live as happy, healthy a life as possible. Unfortunately, these efforts would come to an end in Michael's first interaction with his biological father, who harshly rejected his son's eagerness to know him and shunned Michael as "something evil that even [he] couldn't create", leaving him alone to cry. Heartbroken at being denounced by both his grandmother and father, Michael began to sink further into darkness, causing Ben to start avoiding him out of fear. By the time the Satanists arrived, sacrificing an innocent women in his honor to retrieve her still-beating heart, Michael finally felt he was appreciated and consumed the tribute, at last fulfilling his role as the destroyer of mankind. Tragically, he has known no other way of life than his predetermined fate to end the world, and was only created by the Devil to serve as a pawn in the larger battle between good and evil.

In the ten years that Michael has since dwelt among mankind, he has come to fulfill his legacy as the Biblical destroyer, bringing about a thermonuclear apocalypse that kills off the majority of humanity and mutates the landscape. He is now all that stands between what is left of humanity and their extinction, viciously coercing what few survivors remain into giving in to their darkest temptations - lust, envy, greed, wrath, sloth, pride, and gluttony - while simultaneously concealing his true nature behind an innocent, almost angelic appearance.Due to his irregular growth rate, he has assumed the form of a handsome man in his early thirties with strawberry-blonde hair and striking blue eyes, and he uses this attractiveness to further manipulate his victims into turning against one another. Ever since he was a baby, these human features were heavily implied to be a ruse, and this is confirmed when Michael confronts the witch Mallory and reveals that he is, in fact, a pale, emaciated being with deep-set black eyes.

Due to his demonic heritage, Michael displays a variety of powerful supernatural abilities, on a higher level than even the Supreme Witch. Given his ease at mastering all Seven Wonders, in addition to other rare magical arts, warlocks have mistaken him for the legendary Alpha Warlock.His powers reach even beyond that of the seven wonders given that what he does indeed obtain is dark and volitie.

Satanic Ritual - Michael is capable of performing rituals by using his blood or other devices to create a pentagram that draws its power from his father, Satan. His first use of this ritual was to conjure an illusion of the Rubber Man to seduce Mr. Gallant, the second was when he needed to warn Satan after discovering Mallory was a witch, and the last was when he was in a forest, begging Satan for his guidance on what to do after the deaths of everyone who guided him to his destiny as the Anti-Christ.

Manipulation - The magical ability to create, shape and manipulate illusions, causing others to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Michael is first shown using this power on Gallant, conjuring up a fake manifestation of the Rubber Man in order to seduce him and later drive him to a psychotic break, ultimately resulting in him murdering Evie.

Conjuration - The magical ability to conjure objects and beings from nothing or another location. Michael was capable of conjuring snakes and a book from a mirror.

Telekinesis - One of the Seven Wonders, the magical ability to manipulate objects with the power of the mind. After discovering Gallant strung up by his arms via chains attached to the ceiling, Michael reveals that it was Gallant's grandmother, Evie, who ratted out his sexual acts to Ms. Mead, resulting in him being tortured. Michael then uses this power to free Gallant from his constraints, knowing that Gallant would confront Evie about her betrayal. He also used this ability to break a jail guard's bones, torturing him till death.

Telekinetic Combustion - Michael has such an advanced control over telekinesis that he can cause a head to explode at will. Michael uses this power on the guard that first mistreated him in jail and again on Madison Montgomery after she tries to shoot him.

Transmutation - One of the Seven Wonders, the magical ability to instantaneously move from one location to another. This power is referred to as "Salire per spatium" by the warlocks.

Clairvoyance - The magical ability to read the minds of others and project their thoughts into them. This power is also known as Telepathy. During the Scrying test, he read Baldwin's mind and learned which book he must look for.

"Night Vision of the Soul" - The magical ability to "see into the dark places that people try desperately to keep hidden." He uses this power to sense Gallant's anger towards his grandmother and reveal to Mallory that he knows she secretly wants to kill Coco. It is likely Michael inherited this ability from his creator, The Devil, who mentioned in Asylum that he simply "know[s] everything".

Divination - One of the Seven Wonders, the magical ability to gain knowledge through indirect means.

Scrying - The magical ability to see things such as messages, visions, and prophecies on a reflective surface. He used it on a mirror in order to find a book at the behest of the warlocks, but he pushed it even further, shoving his hand in the mirror and pulling the book from it.

The Sight - The magical ability to see the past, present and future by coming in physical contact with anything related to that moment, such as a person or object. By touching the incinerated corpses of Ariel, Baldwin and Mead, he was able to see their last moments, burning at the stake.

Descensum - One of the Seven Wonders, the magical ability to descend into the netherworlds of the afterlife. This power is also known as Astral Projection. Notably, Michael does not enter a hell specific to himself, but has the unique ability to enter the personal hells of others. He can also carry someone along to travel through another's personal hell.

Pyrokinesis - One of the Seven Wonders, the magical ability to create, control and manipulate fire.

Soul Destruction - As the son of Satan, Michael has the ability to destroy souls by setting them ablazed with hellfire. He has used this numerous times especially on witches.This skill was proven to cancel out the effects of Vitalum Vitalis, making whoever executes the skill useless as there were no souls to balance.

Concilium - One of the Seven Wonders, the magical ability to control the will of another.

Vitalum Vitalis - One of the Seven Wonders, the magical ability to balance the scales of life and death.

Power Negation - The ability to cancel out someone else's magic or voodoo curse temporarily. Michael was capable of breaking through a voodoo ritual cast by Marie Laveau

Stiricidium - The magical ability to control the weather, particularly through molecules of water.

Demonic Shapeshifting - In three different instances, Michael reveals his true demonic form to Mallory after she telekinetically throws him to the ground, in Cordelia's apocalyptic vision, and when he destroys the souls of the lesbian couple who move into the Murder House

Age Shifting - Apart of his demonic heritage allowed six year old Michael to age 10 years older overnight.

Enhanced Strength - Michael possessed a great amount of supernatural strength, such as ripping through the chest of Marie Laveau.

Bypassing Supernatural Restrictions - As the son of Satan, he can casually exceed supernatural restraints, such as setting a ghost free from a hellmouth or retrieving someone who did not return from Descensum.

Death Resistance - Michael was capable of resisting death when he was fatally shot by Madison Montgomery and stabbed with a knife by Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt in the back.

Death Reversal - Michael uses this ability to reverse the death of Misty Day, after releasing her from her Hell.

Automatic writing or psychography is a  psychic ability to produce written words without consciously writing. The words  arise from a subconscious, spiritual or supernatural source. with psychography Michael locate the hotel cortez.

When Michael faces off with the witches that managed to despite the Apocalypse and the nuclear winter that follows afterward survive learning that not all of them had been destroyed when he sought revenge killing a majority of Cordelia's girl at Robichaux's. Standing at the top of the stairs he looks at the remaining survivors of the Coven.

“How can any of you defeat me when I’ve already won.” Myrtle precedes to look him dead in the eye, “You haven’t won,” she replies. “Perhaps you haven’t noticed the state of the world,

“When I’m done, you’ll all wish you were still dead,The seventh seal has been broken. Wormwood has fallen from the sky and turned the rivers to blood and fire.The bottomless pit has been opened, and my swarms of locusts and scorpions have ravaged humanity. The world has been remade in my father’s image.” The slate had been wiped clean the task now was to create life a new in this world much like when God had flooded the earth, not only was it a means of getting our attention it was also a way of starting over weeding out the 'bad seeds’.

Then the Lord saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every intent of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. . . . The earth also was corrupt before God, and the earth was filled with violence. So God looked upon the earth, and indeed it was corrupt; for all flesh had corrupted their way on the earth. (Genesis 6:5, 11–12)

Time for the earth to be reborn from the ash, Michael was not about to let anyone or anything stand in his way he had to complete his father's work. But first things first end the remaining members of the Coven, he had given them ample chances to fall in line and worship him as lord and savior only for them to go against him but little did they know that resistance would soon be futile.

[spring-emerald]

By the Book (pt. 1)

A KuroDai Secret Santa gift for Pau (@pokomero_ at twitter).

Happy Holidays!!! Please accept my humble offering.

Daichi stops in front of barred room, looking into the dimly lit cell and pointedly stares at the shadowed figure lounging on the single bed attached to the wall.

“I know you’re awake,” he says after a few minutes of silence from the occupant of the cell.

There’s a light chuckle before the shadowed figure moves to sit up. “You know me too well,” the man drawls, earning an eye roll from Daichi.

“Come here. I need to speak to you.”

With a sigh, the man gets up and shuffles indolently towards the bars, where the lights on the hallway illuminates his face, a smirk already in place.

“Did you miss seeing my face, Sawamura?” The man’s tone is playful, but the glint in his eyes spells otherwise.

“It looks especially good behind bars, Kuroo,” Daichi replies with a fake smile that got wider when Kuroo drops the smirk and narrows his eyes at him.

“What do you want?” Kuroo’s voice takes a hardened edge.

Daichi drops the friendly façade as well, adopting a serious demeanor. “Someone broke into the Athenaeum last night and stole a few volumes of the Compendium from the Vault. Do you know anything about it?” He asks, getting straight to the crux of the matter.

Kuroo raises a brow at the information. “Someone broke into the Athenaeum? Again?” He whistles, clearly in admiration of the feat.

“Do you know anything about it?” Daichi asks again, through gritted teeth, keeping his anger at bay.

“I’m sure you haven’t failed to notice, but I’m currently locked up at the moment. I’m touched though, that you think I’m capable of running heists while imprisoned.” Kuroo says, putting a hand above his heart and bowing a little smugly, which earned him a glare from Daichi.

Kuroo huffs. “I don’t know anything. But if I ever get a chance to meet them, whoever they were, I’d like to shake their hand and congratulate them on successfully one upping you lot.”

“Your group isn’t behind this?” Daichi asks, suspicious, trying to gauge Kuroo’s expression for a hint that his lying.

Kuroo scoffs. “My group aims for aspirations higher than that. Why steal books about history when you can steal a book of life?”

Daichi hums. “Why indeed. Though I feel the need to remind you that you also failed on stealing a book of life.”

“I only failed because they were wrong about you.”

Daichi only looks at him with a bit of pity, but soon shakes his head. “Well, it seems that you really don’t know anything about it, surprisingly. But once I learn that your group is actually behind this, you might be sharing this cell with a few of your members.” He steps back just as Kuroo snarls viciously at him at the mention of threat to his group members. “Until then, enjoy your stay.”

Daichi tips his head in a small nod to the guard nearby.

Kuroo just rattles the bars of his cell in response, but Daichi’s already walking away without looking back.

-----

When a person is born, their soul is linked to a book that details their life from the day they were born up to the day that they die. Any change in the book will result to a change in their life’s path and a book’s destruction will cause the death of the person that owns it.

A few centuries ago, the books used to be entrusted to the person for safekeeping, as it is meant to be one’s guide through life. But due to human greed and dissatisfaction, some people decidedly altered, going as far as against the prescribed events in their book of life, some to gather more riches, some to extend one’s life, but ultimately fostering chaos and creating imbalance among the people.

It is when the collective governments ruled about keeping the Books in one place to avoid all of that and restore fairness, peace and order and those people that did not support this edict, while not treated as enemies of the state and will not be actively pursued by the Guardians, they were considered outlaws and were forced out of their respective districts to fend for themselves. Such is the price they pay for their supposed freedom.

Hence, the law criminalizing Alteration and the establishment of the Athenaeum.

The Athenaeum is the proud and large six story, distinctly domed building, lined with marble pillars and tall windows, with a vast underground Vault, located at the heart of the central district-Shiratorizawa. It houses the citizens’ books of life, both alive and dead. As designated by the book, there are people from different districts that were given jobs as Book Keepers, tasked to keep the books safe and to relay the prescribed activity to the respective citizens of their district.

Sawamura Daichi is the Head Book Keeper for the district of Karasuno. And like the other Keepers, he has a case on his hands.

The resurgence of Outlaws had been happening for over a few years now, and only few of them have been caught so far. One of them is Kuroo Tetsurou, the infamous leader of the Resistance, a group of Outlaws actively rebelling against the Government regarding the keeping of the books in the Athenaeum and letting it dictate the people’s life, going as far as propagating lies about its nature. People know better than to believe them, but that doesn’t seem to deter them. They tried to be aggressive though.

Daichi met Kuroo when he was caught in an attempt to steal Daichi’s book of life, perhaps to try and alter it, but he was thwarted by Daichi himself, who had been working late that night and was promptly turned over to the Guardians. His group laid low after he was caught, and things were normal. At least, until last night, when some of the Compendiums were stolen.

Compendiums are not as significant as the Books and are stored in the Vault along with the books of the dead, but they are kept as compilations of significant happenings throughout the course of history. In time of peace and order, and people living harmoniously, the only entries are about the ruling government and their achievements thus far.

However, the missing volumes, as what Shimizu had told him, are the earliest ones, particularly from the time before peace was restored, detailing the significant events when Books are still personal possessions. Therein lies the complication as Archivists and Keepers alike have reasons to believe that Outlaws probably stole them to gather information to aid their wayward cause.

“Any luck?” Sugawara’s up from his seat, even before Daichi can fully enter the Hall, where the rest of the Karasuno Book Keepers are waiting for him to hear the results of his investigation.

Daichi shakes his head, taking off his long coat, depositing it in the back of a chair. “He said he doesn’t know anything about it.”

“And we’re gonna believe him? Just like that?” Tanaka asks, visibly dismayed.

“He’s been imprisoned for a few months now. There are no visitors in his log.” Daichi replies. It would be a mistake to do so, after all, since any association with a known outlaw is enough grounds to be detained as well until thoroughly proven to be innocent.

“So what are we going to do?” Asahi worriedly looks around at his fellow Keepers.

“Our jobs,” Daichi answers decisively. “Security’s been tight since the incident, and while the Guardians are doing their best to find the culprit or culprits, we run things as normally as we should as well.”

Little did Daichi know that that is easier said than done.

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“-ichi! Daichi!” Daichi huffs and groans as he slowly registers the sensation of being shaken.

“Daichi, wake up!” He opens his eyes, blinking until the dimly illuminated face of Takeda comes into focus.

“…Sensei. Wha’s wrong?”

Takeda doesn’t answer him, but pushes something hard against his chest instead and throws clothes and a heavy cloak on top of him. “You have to hurry!” Takeda says with alarming urgency.

Daichi blinks the confusion out some more before looking down, and fishing the hard object, coming out with a familiar book. “Sensei, what’s happening?” He’s awake and alert now, looking around the room for potential danger. “Why did you bring my book?” The Books are meant to be kept in the Athenaeum and under no circumstances can they be taken and brought out.

Takeda turns to him, away from packing a satchel on the writing desk. “You need to leave, Daichi. It’s not safe for you to stay here.”

“Why?”

“I heard that the Guardians are coming to arrest you.” Daichi recoils in disbelief in that, until Takeda continues. “They think you stole the Compendiums.”

Daichi stiffens, stands frozen as white-noise pass through his ears, Takeda’s words repeats inside his head, then he snaps and straightens, eyes wide. “Wh-What?! Bu-but I didn’t! Sensei, I didn’t! Why would I do that? How did they think that?”

He’s done everything to be a model citizen, following orders and doing his job as Head Book Keeper seriously and religiously, setting an example to his fellow Keepers and their Scholars, basically living life by the book. Surely the Guardians know this. Why would they suddenly think that he’s going to turn and side with the Outlaws?

Takeda steps in front of him and grasps his shoulders. “I know, Daichi. I know. But they’re set on arresting you.”

“But why?!” He’s done nothing wrong.

“You visited Kuroo in the wake of the disappearance of the Compendiums. They seem to take it as circumstantial evidence of you working with him.”

Daichi feels like a bucket of frozen water was dumped on him, his earlier words come to mind, as if mocking him. He curses. “But I’m not! I was investigating! I wanted to know if he knows anything! If his group had anything to do with it!”

“Daichi, I know. I know you wouldn’t do that, but they don’t. A guard heard your conversation with Kuroo and whatever Kuroo told you, they find very incriminating.”

Daichi rapidly leafs through the memories of his encounter with Kuroo yesterday, and groans cursing Kuroo in his head when he remembers the bit about mentioning his failure and pinning the blame on Daichi.

“I can explain it to the Guardians, sensei. I’m sure they’ll believe me.” Running away is just… wrong, especially since he knows that he’s done nothing wrong and he’s not afraid to stand for the truth. He can prove his innocence.

“They will need the Compendiums back, Daichi. That’s the only way you can prove your innocence. Until those are back, you’ll be detained. We don’t know how long that will take.” The worry in Takeda’s eyes, in his whole being culminating in his shaking hands. Daichi’s seen his mentor be anxious about the smallest of things before, but it’s never like this, and never has anything to do with Daichi, for Daichi. But at the moment it’s so potent that Daichi swallows in fear of what’s in store for him if he stays.

“But… but this isn’t in my book. And the others, I can’t just-”

“Daichi, please! I’ll take care of the others, but you need to leave. They could be here any moment.”

Daichi doesn’t waste time changing into the deep brown tunic and khaki trousers, and cloak and well-worn boots, a garb simpler and inconspicuous than the distinct Keeper uniform of dress shirt and vest and slacks he wears to work, hastily pushing his book inside the satchel Takeda’s insistently pushing into him and clutching it close like a lifeline.

“Where will I go sensei?”

“Anywhere but here, Daichi. And not your district, that’s the first place they’re going to look. Get as far as you can! To another district, anywhere.” Daichi nods hastily, grabbing Takeda’s hand and squeezing it, a last ditch effort to get some comfort. He steps out and looks around the surroundings.

“Daichi,” he looks back at Takeda. “Keep your book with you at all times, alright? And stay safe.”

Daichi nods, slinging the satchel across his body and pulls the hood of the cloak over his head. He takes a deep breath and runs.

[tinseltina]

Gaius X Bruna Support Conversations pt. 1

C Support

Bruna: Gaius, I am SO sorry about earlier! I was so distracted I didn’t even realize you were in the bath

Gaius: Aw, no worries. At least I hadn't taken off my smallclothes yet, eh? Er, but I did want to mention I'm usually in much better shape. With the stress of this blasted war, I've been eatin' more sweets than usual. Usually I'm a real piece of eye candy. Belly like a washboard, glutes like a lumberja—

Bruna: Pfft, yeah same here. Oh yeah, what’s with that mark for?

Gaius: WHAT?! You saw THAT?! Gods, how embarrassing... It's just...uh...some poison oak I got into the other day, I swe—

Bruna: Nah nah, I'm talking about the tattoo or whatever on your arm. Don’t they use those to mark convicted criminals?

Gaius: Oh, that? Yeah, I got caught once doing a favor for a mate. Paid the price. But, uh, I'd appreciate it if you kept that little nugget under your hat, Bubbles.

Bruna: Wait you just call me Bubbles? Aw that's cute! Just for that I won't tell any—

Gaius: You'll tell everyone, you say? So it's to be blackmail, is it? Fine then. I can understand taking an opportunity to line your pockets. You can have my portion of dinner tonight, okay? Will that slake your greed for now?!

Bruna: Heeheehee Nooo I'm not blackmailing you!

Gaius: You drive a hard bargain, Bubbles! Very well. Take this custard pie!

Bruna: No, thank you. I'm not—

Gaius: If you are looking for ransom, I can assure you I don't have any money. But what I do have are a very particular set of honey cakes...

Bruna: Actually if you REALLY wanna keep me quiet hand over that there lollipop in your pocket

Gaius: *handing it over* wait, is that it? seriously? You could ask for a whole boatload of suckers and you choose this one? what are you playing at, bubs?

Bruna: No games, I just really like lollipops ^u^

Gaius: Alright...but I've got my eye on you, bubbles

Bruna: Okie dokie, you weirdo! Thanks for the treat!

[sycriptouk]

Recommended buys on the dip. Crypto Market Update and Investing Report 11.23

Overview

· Market Update

· Market Insight: Time to buy

· Strong Buys During the Dip

· Major Market News

· Notable Events

· NOOBIES: History of Bitcoin pt.1

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Market Update

· Bitcoin (BTC) is slightly up today and volatility continues to be high, as positioning for the Nov 25 futures expiration continues.

· Ethereum (ETH) has a strong rebound off the 4k support level, up 6% today. Eth supply reserves are at a 3-year low of 17.6k.

· Total Market Cap (TOTAL) is up 2.55% as investors are reentering positions. Total Market Cap minus Bitcoin (TOTAL 2) is up 3.35% as most new funds entering crypto are going into Ethereum.

· Major alts are beginning to stir up. SOL +3.6%, DOT +3.8%, LUNA +2.75%.

· Fantom (FTM), which has been quiet in recent weeks, is up 20%. FTM may be beginning to wake up for another run. Fantom is a strong active project.

· Avalanche (AVAX) is cooling off with a -7.5% dip. There are signs of retail entering the space. Gas fees up to $10 have been reported, further lowering sentiment.

· Crypto.com (CRO) continues its strong uptrend, up +15.7% after winning the naming rights to the Staples Center a week ago.

Bitcoin FEAR and GREED Index 33

Bitcoin Google Trends 40

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Insight

The futures expiration on Nov 25 still looms over the market, but risk has been noticeably reduced as derivative positions are significantly more balanced than a few days ago.

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If you compare Friday’s report with the numbers above, there have been a large increase in PUT (short) positions in options. The recent dip has injected fear into the market and leveraged investors are beginning to balance out their one-sided long positions. Overall leverage is very high in the derivatives space, but that could be due to the large amount of institutional money. MAX PAIN continues to be 57k in Bitcoin, and one would expect price to stay relatively close to this price through Friday’s futures expiration. Opening positions near 56k continues to be efficient in accordance to examined metrics. Friday’s report goes into depth about these metrics. It’s highlighted that the Fear and Greed Index is at 33, which is near optimal for buying pullbacks.

Signs that the bull market will continue are very strong, as some altcoins (alts) in the space refuse to wait until Friday. SAND +78%, CRO +86%, EGLD 53%. Alts are being led by Play-to-Earn games and Metaverse tokens. Play-to-Earn as an overall category is up 54% today. Games and Metaverse tokens showed a lot of strength during the overall market slide in May and August. They are less affected by recent market conditions. Expect this trend to continue as wider adoptions continue. Owning P2E or Metaverse tokens could aid in diversifying risk in a portfolio.

Strong Buys During the Dip

The following tokens dipped in the recent sell-offs and show strong signs of rebounding quickly. This metric is based off volume, price action, and overall project rating. These projects have a strong case for growth in the long-term.

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Take size into consideration when investing in the different levels. Low Risk/Reward can be the largest proportion in a portfolio and High Risk/Reward should be the smallest portion, as these are extremely volatile positions that can lose up to 90-95% if the market has a complete sell-off. Always use stop-losses on any position opened in this later stage of a bull market.

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Major Market News

· The Mt. Dox settlement will release 141,686 Bitcoins into the market soon. This will add to the current fear, which is getting mixed sentiment from investors. Rekt Capital claims that BTC could fluctuate for the rest of the month.

· Pokemon Go is entering the metaverse space after a $300 million investment from Coatue.

· Bitcoin exchanges see large deposits as reserves hit 3-year lows. In a mix bag of activity, a lot of whales are depositing large sums of Bitcoin into exchanges as a large outflow of bitcoin continues. This will add to volatility in the short run.

· Turkey Lira goes into freefall as President Erdogan pushes to keep interest rates low. Bitcoin interest in Turkey enters an all-time high.

· Ardana partners with Near Protocol on Cardano Bridge infrastructure. This will allow asset transfer between the two major protocols. It is recommended to keep an eye on recently released Ardana (DANA) token as the protocol is making important moves.

· US banking regulators plant to publish crypto guidance throughout 2022. This will probably be closely related to the FATF’s “Guidance on Crypto”, which will inevitably have a strong influence on crypto regulations for years to come. Here is a great video to keep you up to speed.***

· Citigroup appoints a new head of digital assets as it considers 100 new hires. News like this is becoming more common as large banks are beginning to strongly participate in crypto.

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Notable Events

· “Land Sale” event on Binance NFT and Dvision on Nov 24 @ 1100 UTC. Each platform has its own participation conditions

· Swipe (SXP) is having its Final Testnet Launch today.

· Qtum (QTUM) is having a halving event on 1 Dec.

· Cardano (ADA) is having its PAB Update. This could potentially be a turnaround point for ADA price.

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NOOBIES lessons of day: History of Bitcoin pt.1

Where did Bitcoin originate

The ideas surrounding Bitcoin have been around since Cypherpunks in the late 1980s discussed creating a cryptograpthic currency that could not be altered or traced. This community advocated using technology as a route to social and political change and improvement.

Originally, cryptography was practiced only by the military and spy agencies until about the 1970s when the US government published the Data Encryption Standard (DES). A cryptograpth named David Chaum is credited with being the father of the cypherpunk movement with the publication of “Security with Identification: Transaction System to Make Big Brother Obsolete” (1985). Without going too far into cypherpunk history, we move on to Bitcoin. If you would like to learn more about cypherpunks press here.

Birth of Bitcoin

On August 18, 2008, the domain name of bitcoin.org was registered, and on October 31st, that year a paper titled “Bitcoin: A Peer-to-Peer Electronic Cash System” was posted on the website and cryptography mailed to those interested. The publication described a “system for electronic transactions without relying on trust.” This is considered the Bitcoin Whitepaper. This whitepaper is a recommended read for any person interested in Bitcoin and Cryptocurrencies in general. Consider this your homework.

On January 3, 2009, the bitcoin network was activated and the first block of bitcoin worth 50 bitcoins was rewarded.

Tomorrow, I will introduce you to the father of bitcoin, the mythical figure of Satoshi Nakamoto.

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Tomorrow

· Continued market observation

· Practice of patience

· Deep Dive in a protocol

· NOOBIES: Bitcoin History pt.2

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Thanks for reading the report. I hope you’re enjoying the holiday week. I’ll continue to keep you updated while you enjoy time with your family and friends. Consider following me on Medium for further support. If you have suggestions feel free to contact me. If you would like this report sent to you directly first, message me your email. TY.

Gabi

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