#anti christ!AU

[kalpeavaris]

Anti-Christ Timeline

(Echo is not even finished and here I am making my own seperated timelines for it- lol) Anyways a lil' self-indulgent fun since Kira does die in the Echo-AU and I wasn't ready to let her just disappear B) Theresa needed something to do to honor her title of 'mothers of demons'. More context below the cut!

Theresa herself is quite an enigma. She's the combined mental collective of two women who used to work at the Cabin Fever Labs. How and why they got into a drone body/OS together will still be kept a secret since she plays a role in the MD: Echo fanfiction/lore.

She's extremely based on religion and religious figures such as the concept of fallen angels, nephilims, false prophets and betrayal (think Judas. Just 10 times worse and in a robo world).

Kira dies in the end due to lore reasons (hehe spoilers :3c) and her corrupted patch that killed off her code. Now resurrected she has little to no recollection of her former life, what she'd done, her family/partner... and well yeah.

Robed into the claws of a false prophet using her as example of rebirth and reincarnation this is surely going to be a fun experience - not only for Kira herself but also her husband who doesn't know yet that she doesnt even remember him! :)

[fandomworld9728]

Polyship Week - Blitzo/Stolas/Lucifer (Day 5):

Relationship Anarchy/"You're burning up!"/Arranged Marriage/Only One Bed

"Why the fuck do you guys get to go but we can't?!"

"Dad calm down. I don't like it either but you're a human and I'm an angel. We can't just go to Hell whenever we want. Our bodies probably wouldn't be able to handle it." Vaggie set a hand on her father's shoulder to try and calm him down.

"You think I wanna go?"

Messing with their bowtie, Lucifer couldn't help but feel anxious. This was only the second time that they would be seeing their father. The last time had been when they had accidently time traveled into Hell.

The only reason Lucifer had agreed to go was so that Charlie could meet her grandfather and see the unexpected beauty of Hell like they had.

"You can share my room, Charlie."

"Aww~ thank you, Via."

"Oh, oh! Me too! Me too!"

Watching the little girl jump around excitedly, Octavia picked her up with a laugh. "Sure Niffty. You too."

"Girl's night sleepover!"

"Yay!"

"What?! Why does she get to go?!"

"Did you forget that my dear Niffty is half demon?" Taking his little girl, Alastor set her on his head where she usually sat. "Besides, I doubt that you could handle her while I'm gone."

"Can we just get this over with?"

"Come on, Luci darling. At least pretend to be excited. How about showing us that beautiful smile?"

~

"Are you sure this is the room we're supposed to be in?"

"Of course, darling. This is your room after all. Hence the one bed."

Watching the two talk and unpack their bags, Alastor could feel his annoyance growing. This wouldn't be an issue if Stolas stayed in his own room or if Alastor's room hadn't been destroyed by that imbecile Vox in his absence. At least he could take out his frustrations on him later.

"Alastor. Are you going to unpack as well?"

"Uh... Stolas. Alastor isn't going to be all that keen on sharing a bed with the both of us. He isn't that big on touch."

"Oh. Oh dear. What should we do?"

Sighing, Alastor couldn't find it in him to stay upset at the situation. It wasn't their fault. Besides, they could still make this work.

"As long as you do not touch me Stolas, I shall be alright."

"Yay! I get to be in the middle!"

Laughing at his goofy and adorable partner, Stolas guided them to the bathroom with him so that Alastor could have some privacy to get ready for bed.

"Let us get changed so we can turn in for the night."

~

Flopping down in the middle of the bed, Lucifer had to admit that this visit wasn't as bad as they had been dreading. Especially since now, they were gonna be sleeping next to Alastor. It was a rare occasion since he didn't want anyone besides, Lucifer, Niffty, or Adam to touch him while he slept.

As Stolas settled in next to them, they tossed his book away. Lucifer knew that he would stay up all night reading if no one stopped him. Plus, they were feeling a little selfish tonight...

"Could you not throw my book please?" Amused by his partner's childish behavior, Stolas positioned them, so they were laying on their sides with his arms around them. "Better?"

"Much. Now we just need Alastor and we can go to sleep."

"I am just setting up my radio. Or are you going to throw that as well?"

"Oh, ha ha. Hurry up~"

"So demanding. Do not worry your highness I have finished."

Smooth and relaxing jazz music filled the room as Alastor got settled besides Lucifer on their other side. Hooking one of his fingers with Lucifer's, Alastor thought that he could get used to this sort of arrangement.

{1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7}

[talesfromawannabewriter]

Exile

For @things-arent-what-they-seem66, @fanofstuff02, @lilacwriter07, and @kittenfangirl20, @procyonloser

From a project that I will be working on with things soon, The First anti-Christ

Thank you for the inspiration to make this AU

Warnings: death, murder, and just angst all around

Cain didn't know what was happening, everything was just a white blur. One moment he was in the fields with his brother Abel, then he was covered in red, surrounded by it. Then he heard screaming and crying, it came from his mother, Adam's voice. Most of the words were inaudible, going in one ear and out the other. However, he did manage to understand his name was being said, along with one line, "What have you done?"

Then with shaky legs he got up and ran away. He ran and he ran until he couldn't breathe. As he sat back down on a rock, head in his arms cradling himself, he tried to grip his bearings and try to make understanding of what was going. He didn't have to keep wondering because not long after a bright light shone in front of him and suddenly a group of angels were surrounding him. He saw that they were all glaring down at him. He shook in fear as one angel he recognized; the archangel Micheal stepped forward.

He spoke in a deep tone that he knew was filled with anger. "Cain, first born son of the first man, you have committed a heinous crime, you have murdered your own flesh and blood, for that you shall be punished tenfold." Cain's shaking got worse at the words that left the angel's mouth. He was suddenly taken back to what landed him in the situation. In the fields he went to his brother, he attacked him with a stone, and he killed him.

As the realization of the situation hits him tears escape him as he gets on his hands and knees bowing to the group of angels begging their forgiveness. However, his pleas fell on deaf ears as they merely scoffed. Soon enough Cain was being dragged away his arms cuffed in angelic chains. Of course. That's what he assumed they were if the gold shining light and extreme restraint on his arms were anything to go by. Micheal was the one who led him, and he kept glancing around as to where they were and where they were going.

Thats when he saw it, up ahead there was a massive black hole in the earth. His eyes widened and fear started to curl up in his stomach as he realized the angels were leading him right to it. He tried stifling his movements, pulling backwards, doing ANYTHING he could so that he wouldn't go. But it was no use his mortal strength was no match to that of a warrior of God himself. And soon enough he and Micheal were standing right in front of it.

Cain looked down trying to see what he was down there however saw nothing but pure darkness. The other angels surrounding the hole. All still looking at Cain with all their eyes open wide for judgement. Right across the two the tallest of the angels stepped forward. She summoned a golden scroll and began to read off of it in a booming, firm voice.

"Cain, first born child of the first man and of the fallen archangel Morningstar all of Heaven finds you guilty and you are hereby sentenced to spend your existence in the depths of Hell. As the Earth contains your brother's blood, you will never know of its warmth or familiarity again. However, by the command of God the creator of humanity has decided to give you some leniency."

Cain cried out as a searing pain bloomed on his right hand. The cuffs were blocking the view of it, but he could still feel the new, warm blood flow from his hands

"You have been given a mark, a mark of which that whoever shall harm you shall suffer tenfold."

Cain was suddenly released from all his chains but before he could gain his bearings, he was held over the pit by Micheal facing him. Tears ran down his cheeks as he looked into the prince of Heaven's eyes, his uncle's eyes. For a splinter of a moment uncertainty filled his blue orbs. Then it disappeared when he saw the angel who sentenced him reappeared behind Micheal placing a hand on his shoulder. Squeezing it ever so slightly she leans in his ear and whispers, "He is not one of us, he belongs down there with his father Micheal."

She stepped away and Micheal shook out a sigh, "I'm sorry." with that he let go of Cain and the boy was sent falling. As Cain descended further down the last thing he saw before the hole closed were the angels, and Micheal, looking down at him. Before he completely reached the ground Cain then opened his mouth wide and screamed.

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

My vld time travel au is really just- Beautiful morally grey women, who have close but concerning platonic relationship with Lance, and want Lotor dead/trying to violently murder him, not out of malice or vengeance or anything personal but simply because of pragmatic "it's for the greater good" reasons and they are sorta?? Right about it

[builtintripping]

so as i was brainstorming for my reverse omens au because i also want to switch the other characters, i thought who would the antichrist be? who does adam switch with? we know that the them are parallel to the four horsemen of the apocalypse, so i have the biggest brain blast...

so even before this april fools post was made, i had been reading terry pratchett's novel, mort!! the synopsis is almost the same as what's written here, (plus death has the same desc on mort and good omens as having sparkling blue eyes) and since more people are now aware that this novel exists, i've figured i finally reveal who death/the anti-christ is in my reverse omens au!!

he's not the exact same character from the book, rather an au version of him if he was in a good omens plot (and aged down to 11)!! also he's childhood buddies with human versions of war (scarlett), famine (raven), and pollution (chalky)! i haven't drawn them much yet, but i got too excited to show some mort concept art!! 🕺

looking forward to doodling more of the sillies 🤭

[pinkishflowersilverycoin]

Second Coming of Christ

Instead of coming from a cloud with a sword and declaring the Holy war, came as a normal Palestinian Jew in order to help his people and saving all the Palestinians he could, knowing that he's under Godly protection.

Hoping humanity's goodness will prevail against the Zionists and religious terrorists who already sold their souls to evilness.

[wisdomfish]

Who is Antichrist?

Here we see a definition of what it means to be anti-Christ.

CONTENT SUMMARY (with timestamps)

False Prophets Abound (02:45)

Who is Antichrist? (08:09)

Top Antichrist Theories (10:35)

Theory #1: Backslidden Messianic Jews (10:42)

Theory #2: Gnosticism (11:40)

Theory #3: Future Antichrist (18:43)

Top Candidates for Antichrist (19:26)

Cerinthus (19:42)

Nero (22:34)

The Papacy (23:51)

Hitler (25:47)

Zechariah 11 (28:16)

The End of the Antichrist (31:45)

[cartmandolly-old]

cartman is akin to barbie with cartman fans. he is whatever we want and if those cartman fans aren’t like, horrible people or something (iykyk), i have respect for pretty much all versions of cartman. there is hardly a cartman hc that pisses me off. meanwhile there’s a big chunk of the fandom that refuses to see him as anymore than a ‘bully’, while all the kids can be classed as bullies, and that’s just so sad. we’re all just having fun and being silly over here. no joy in some parts of this town

[kalpeavaris]

RAAAAAA ME WHEN I COMMISSION COOL FOLKS FOR MY OCS AND THEY SEND ME BACK AN AWESOME DRAWING THAT EXCEEDS MY EXPECTATIONS-

I'm still in love with the outcome, seeing the sketch & beginning of the lineart in the stream yesterday had me exited already and when I got the finished artwork in my inbox this morning - best way to wake up >:))c Haven't commissioned other artists in almost years by now and getting the first non-self made artwork of a beloved OC is always a special one for meee

the pose came out so good too, aND THE EXPRESSION!! both together!! might be a weird detail to catch onto but I love how the shine/glow on the eyes was done, and the way the gradient for the hand LEDs was drawn- as well as the cross!!

I'm eating this one up-

Finished bust/halfbody for @kalpeavaris Kira (IM SO HAPPY SHE WAS SO FUN TO DRAW! anyways yee!

[demonic0angel]

Dan being forced to go to anger management therapy hosted by Harley Quinn.

(I refuse to believe that Dan would be forced into anything, so this is a Dan in Arkham AU lmao)

Wraith huffed angrily. “And that’s why he deserves pain and suffering.”

Harley stared at him in fascination, tapping a finger on her lips. It had been weeks after their breakout from Arkham, and Wraith was quickly becoming a good friend of the Sirens. It had reached a point where now, he was spilling his secrets over a glass of wine (stolen from a Bruce Wayne-endorsed party), about a boy he used to be and the timeline he came from.

It wasn’t the weirdest thing ever, since this was Gotham after all, but it was still both disturbing and thralling.

Harley could not help but stare as Wraith grumbled to himself, blue eyes flashing crimson and sharp fangs being bared in a snarl. Then she asked, “Did your sister ever say anything about this?”

Wraith huffed and swirled his wine lightly. “She said it’s a form of self-hatred. Because I blame myself for our family’s deaths, I blame Danny too. But I don’t care. We are the same person but we are not the same. He is still human, while I have transcended past mankind to be something greater.” His fingers clenched on the stem of the wine glass. “It’s not fair how he gets to be happy, but I can’t.”

A god complex, a superiority complex, and an inferiority complex, all born from the loss of family and self-identity. His psyche was absolutely damaged by his previous experiences, and trauma had made him into something very, very twisted. It was probably true that he was not human anymore, but it was so interesting how he had abandoned his humanity so thoroughly and thrown it aside.

“You can’t?” Harley asked. “Or you won’t?”

Wraith’s expression twisted. “I can’t.”

That didn’t seem right.

He was happy when eating red meat and drinking expensive wine. He was rather happy when they went shopping and included him in their jokes and games. He was plenty happy when he talked about his sisters. He was very happy when interacting with Nightwing, who seemed to effortlessly peel away his layers to reveal a playful, gentle personality that did not seem to be a facade.

“You seem happy around Nightwing,” Harley said. “And us. What do you think of that?”

Wraith glared at her lightly, but he didn’t seem angry, not like how he was when he talked about his little brother, his other self. The venom in his voice and eyes when he talked about his younger self would’ve been better deserved if he was talking about the Anti-Christ, but Harley didn’t voice this.

“Nightwing has the purest soul in this world. It’s strong and beautiful because of how kind it is. It should be a crime to be cruel to it, not when he’s so… good.” His expression gentled and he swirled his wine again before taking a sip. “And you and the others are… nice to me. I don’t want to spoil your fun.”

Harley beamed. “Aww, we like you too, Wraith-y poo!”

Wraith rolled his eyes and took another sip. Harley poured him some more without him asking, and they drank their wine in silence.

Eventually, Harley said, “It’s not healthy to hate yourself so much, y’know? Maybe you don’t want advice, but I think your sister would agree with me. You should let go of the past and live in the present. That timeline doesn’t exist anymore, does it?”

Wraith scowled. “It may not exist anymore, but I came from that timeline. I am who I am because of my family’s deaths and because of Danny.” The hatred in his voice was deep and potent, making Harley shiver. “It can never let me go and I can never let it go either. The past shaped me in ways that cannot be undone.”

Harley took a sip of wine to think. Then she said, “Well. No matter what, me and the girls are here for you. And I think Nightwing really likes you too! Really!”

Wraith hummed, eyes half lidded before he turned and looked at her with a quirk to his lips like a small, genuine smile. “Yes, I know. Thank you, Harley.”

She grinned. “No problem!”

They continued drinking together in companionable silence.

[kalpeavaris]

the demon on my shoulder

some Kira & Nanuk sketches (ft. Theresa... ew... we hate her in this household) because my brain cannot let go of them so easily. I started writing the Anti-Christ Timeline and just... they're so goopy. Idk how to describe them. Literal brainrot at this point.

Just two women tired of gaslighting so they girlboss by slaying the beast. Work, honestly.

[fandomworld9728]

Polyship Week - Blitzo/Stolas/Lucifer (Day 3) + Alastor & Adam:

Queerplatonic Partners/Beach/Reverse Tropes/Through the Years

(Lucifer is in a QPR with Stolas & Blitzo, Alastor is in a QPR with Adam The reverse trope being used is everyone is convinced that you aren't actually dating)

"Beach day!"

"Luci don't run off without sunscreen again! Remember last time!" Stolas called out to his partner from under the umbrella they had set up.

"Ha! That shit was so funny. They were red all over and pouted for two weeks."

"You too, girls. Come over here and I'll help you apply it. Honestly, we are a family full of pale beauties."

"Oh! Vaggie is here! Dad, can I go over and say hi?"

Finishing getting coated in sunscreen, Lucifer had her sit down. "After we get you cover too, duckie."

~

"Why did you drag me to the beach? You know I hate crowded places. Especially out in public."

"It's for the girls. Besides, I need you to keep all the female attention off me. Lucifer is here- Hey! Get back here you asshole!"

"You and I may be partners, but I will not let you have my love so easily Adam!"

"Wait for me, Alastor!" Running after her father figure, Niffty quickly jumped on his back.

"Dad, why do you and Alastor fight over Charlie's parent so much?"

Oh boy. Of course she would ask him that. How did he even begin to explain that? And too a teenager no less. "Um... pass?"

"It just doesn't make sense to me. Lucifer is already in a polyamorous relationship. There's no reason to fight over them. Especially when they like you both already."

"Vaggie! Come swim with me!"

Seeing his daughter smile and run over to her girlfriend, Adam couldn't be happier for her. After everything she had been through, she deserved to be happy and have this love. He also thought about what she had said.

Vaggie was a sharp kid and usually knew what she was talking about it. But it was more than Lucifer accepting them both as their partners. They were both competitive and possessive men. They also had to get past Stolas and Blitzo. And their three daughters.

~

Sitting in the sand, Alastor had somehow been roped into helping Lucifer and Niffty build a sandcastle. He blamed his weakness to the Morningstar puppy dog eyes that Lucifer had taught to his daughter figure. Although, he supposed it was worth it to see the two of them spending time together and getting along.

"So~ Al. There's a rumor going around the office that you and Adam are dating."

Alastor couldn't stop his scoff from slipping out at the idea. "Heavens no. I have no interest in dating. Least of all Adam of all people."

"I was right! I knew he wasn't your type. You don't know him that well yet for it to even be a possibility. You two are like me and my partners. I tried to tell them, but they wouldn't listen."

That surprised Alastor. He hadn't realized that he had gotten close enough to Lucifer to be comfortable around them to share that sort of information freely and let it be easily noticed. He also can't believe they had remembered that about him. It usually took others a few times of being reminded before they remembered.

"Yes. That is exactly what it is. I appreciate you trying to correct those gossip hungry co-workers of ours."

This was... nice. Could this be the life Alastor could have if he stayed in this world until Lucifer died and took their rightful place on Hell's throne? Sharing these special moments, soft smiles, and time with their daughters? If so, then he supposed that pretending to be a human wasn't completely horrible. He could get used to it.

~

"Charlie. I didn't expect to see you here today."

Here and Vaggie had been enjoying the day together and treating it like a little date. They had been taking selfies together by the water when Seviathan had interrupted them and her good mood.

"What do you want Seviathan?"

"I'm here to see if you've changed your mind about going out with me."

"No. Stop asking me. I told you already that I have a girlfriend."

"We both know that's a lie. You've already got my attention, baby."

Ew. Okay, Vaggie didn't know who this guy was, but he was two seconds away from having a broken nose. "Was my girlfriend not clear or are you just stupid?"

The Seviathan guy looked her up and down before laughing. Loud and obnoxiously. If Charlie wasn't here, Vaggie would fuck him up. But she knew Charlie wasn't a fan of violence.

"Is there a problem?"

Oh. Charlie's two beautiful cool older sisters were here now. Thank goodness. Now if Vaggie lost her temper they would either beat her to it or hold her back.

"No. No problem, ladies. Just laughing at the funny joke your sister and her friend made. Honest, Charlie, if you want me to believe you're dating someone at least pick someone better-"

The three girls gasped as Seviathan hit the ground. Did Charlie the pacifist, who cries when she steps on bugs, actually punch this jerk?

"Stop laughing at and talking bad about my girlfriend! I'm not interested in you, and I love Vaggie!"

"Wow. Did your girlfriend rub off on you?"

"Nice punch little sis. I knew those lessons would pay off."

{1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7}

[weepingtalecowboy]

Wind is an Anarchist nightmare and he will set the entire castle on fire while bitchos is asking himself if Caleb was ever this evil and gremlin like

blondeswap!Hunter: I was born and raised to fight. To be a soldier. To be a hero guard. My life has never been my own: it was always my destiny to be a weapon. Nobody would understand what that was like - until now. Now I have met others whose destiny it is to fight. To be a weapon, in service of a goddess instead of a tyrant. Maybe amongst these others, maybe among people who truly understand what it's like to live a life where your destiny is already chosen, but have come out the other side happy - maybe I can learn how to be happy, too. Maybe I can learn how to live.

blondeswap!Wind: what the FUCK is a glyph??? I'm gonna kill Belos

[okiedokrie]

INFERNO

Summary: The witch trials are in full swing, the church ordered for all witches to be burned at the stake. From morning until the night, you pray for those who turned their back against God. But a knock at your door startled you, the church, in desparation, accused you of witchcraft. Only then did you realize that your God has long forsaken you. Now, you make a deal with the Devil.

Characters/Pairing(s): Demon!Joshua X F!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror

AUs/Trope info: Demon!AU, Contract Relationship

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: References to witch trials, religious terminologies, literally talking about giving birth to the anti-christ, killing everyone (im being serious), (smut warnings under the cut)

Rating: 18+

A/N: Dedicated to the ji to my han @nebulousbrainsoup

Smut Warnings: oral (f receiving), slight overstim, taking virginity, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie,

"Halt! You are being seized by the church. You will now confess all your transgressions to the light of the lord." The knights of the holy empire called out to you, that the one day you left the church to purchase food was the day you got accused of dark arts before your peers.

"Wretched witch, pay the price of your sins with blood and tears. Your crimes against our lord will not go unpunished. Come to the break of dawn in a fortnight, you shall burn at the stake as you will in hell."

The metal of the constraints dug into your skin, you aren't sure if the metallic scent in the air was rust, or blood, you couldn't hear the screams of those being tortured over the ringing of your own ears. You pray, this time for your own salvation; but seven days have passed and your god has not come to save you.

Whether it was desperation or disappointment, you couldn't tell. But something pulled you, so magnetic, the darkness that surrounded you was promising vengeance.

The sky grew dark as it was clouded in a tint of red as if the heavens bled for you, but your back is against them now, no god is here to save you.

"A soul most pure, intriguing, very intriguing." A layered voice said, it whispered, screamed, groaned, and moaned. You knew exactly who this was, the lord of darkness himself.

"Tell me, after devoting your life to your God, why have you come to beg for my mercy?" The shadows started to condense, each word was also a step towards you, the shadow now vaguely resembling the figure of a man.

"I beg of you, lord of darkness, spare me mercy for my God has forsaken me, give me salvation, and I will then devote my every hour to you, waking or not." You beg as you fall onto your knees, your skin breaking against the cold stone floor as your nails drag across the dirty floor, the grime building as filth under your nails.

He chuckles, "Let me make one thing clear, you call yourself a devotee, but when you are on the stage that is life, you are first and foremost, an actor." The voice echoed in the chamber you were a prisoner in, and the click of his heeled shoes ticked like a clock, "Good actors hone their craft, to captivate the audience. You may act like a devoted follower of the good lord, but you were promised to be mine. My mother of demons.”

He continued, voices condensing into a sound more fathomable, but still as sinister. “There is a seed of darkness in your purest of souls, feeding on the last of the purity in you. All I have to do is nurture it, and you will be mine.”

The darkness ripples and cracks around you, the air becoming hot, the smell of lightning invades your senses, overbearing, overpowering the reality you were accustomed to.

The voice speaks again, swirling into a deep masculine voice. His voice becoming more palatable to your much too human ears, you mind is no longer straining to comprehend the horror of his diction, “Which is why I will offer you a contract. Give what is most pure of you to me, and I shall protect you, give you the power to burn this earth to the ground, return them to me, and I will promise you a life of bliss by my side."

He steps into the dim red light, you see him now, a man dressed in a black suite that was much too modern for your time, his glowing amber eyes pierced your very heart as the smirk on his plump lips bared his fangs to you. His hand is outstretched to you, black lacquered nails and a glowing purple glyph etched onto the palm of his skin.

"Come now, won't you shake a poor sinner's hand?"

You jump from your place on the floor, grasping his hand, and with a firm shake, you say, "I do, I promise to answer your every beck and call, I will serve you, my lord."

You feel the mark on his palm burn onto yours, the pain was insurmountable, like all the ends of your nerves were burning, pain that you could feel in the very core of your being, but then, bliss.

The contract has been signed, the seal now is to take your purity.

Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti, beatae Mariae semper virgini, beato Michaeli archangelo, sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis, quia peccavi nimis.

The cathedral bells ring ominously, and a dark red tint paints the sky to warn the people below the heavens that the devil has taken hold of another poor, unfortunate soul.

The choir sang as the church bells rang, another soul lost to the dark hands of the devil. A path of sin paved with blood, sweat, and tears. Solemn was the tone of the town, a young maiden of the nobility embraced the devil himself, lost in his sweet kiss.

You embraced him, your body, mind, and soul now his. In every sense of the word, you gave your life to him. The people mourned and wept for you, their hearts heavy with the weight of this stain, this sin you left for them to bear as you will live forever in the dark bliss of the devil's tongue.

He kissed you passionately, his black heart almost beating for you, cold hands held you delicately, as if the slightest touch would break you, he laid you on the sheet that acted as your bed in this cell.

He trailed his hands slowly, starting from your knees to your thighs, the way his palms ghosted over your skin made goosebumps rise, he hooks his fingers to your draws, pulling the garment from under your skirt and discarding it to an unknown corner of the cell.

He stares down at your heat, golden eyes in a heated stare with your wet pussy, a flower yet to be plucked, dripping with golden honey as the lord of darkness blew the cold air into it.

He placed a delicate kiss to your knee, he was much more delicate than what you’d expect the lord of darkness’s intimate manner would be, trailing equally soft kissed down the length of your thigh to the apex of them, your sex clenching in anticipation.

His forked, long tongue licked a stripe across your heat, collecting your sweet essence on his tongue, he groaned at the contact to your velvet flesh, reveling in the feeling of unbridled lust.

You throw your head back, a coil in your stomach was starting to form was the lord worked his tongue around your folds, stopping occasionally to suckle on your clit, you thread your fingers in his hair, pushing his head closer to your heat in a desperate attempt for more friction.

He continued this gentle but dizzying pace with one goal on his mind, to taste the first and last time this flower tasted so sweet. The coil in your stomach was tightening almost painfully, the pleasure was insurmountable, pressure was building in a way that you never experienced before.

Then the coil snapped.

You throw your head back in a silent scream, your body shivering from the impact of such a powerful orgasm, he continues his ministrations on your heat, only this time avoiding your clit.

He licked your essence off his lips, he discarded his pants somewhere along the time he was between your legs, his firm hands took your legs and threw them over his shoulder, you catch his shoulder,

"Wait!" You plead, "my lord, your name, please give me your name." you say, the dark lord stared at you, but only for a moment.

He stares into your eyes, his amber gaze burning into your memory before he speaks again. "Joshua. Joshua would be more suitable for your human tongue." He said, as he finally entered you.

"Joshua-!" you gasp out, the stretch of his girth deliciously burned, his hard cock dragging into your heat with just friction that it didn't matter how wet you already were.

He rolls his hips in a slow and steady pace, taking in every new expression on your face and sound that you make. He bit his lip, holding back his own noises to savor the sweet sounds falling freely from your lips.

He picks his pace up after he notices you relax more, the force that his hips meet yours made your body rock upwards, shaking from the pressure that was rubbing against your walls.

"I'll breed you, your body, mind, and soul, all mine for the rest of time. I'll plant my seed into you, you'll bare the devil's children, mother of demons. My whore for all eternity." He breathed out, ragged from the force he was thrusting into you, you could only feel the rapid thumping of your heart over the ringing in your ears, your head was pleasantly empty, the only thoughts in your head was the delicious drag of his cock into you.

"Oh- Joshua-! It feels so good, oh- I feel it-!" You moan out, although you aren't sure if that's exactly what you said, for all you know, it could've just been babbling noises.

"Yes, cum around my cock, cream on it and milk it for it for all it's worth." he groans out, clearly also close to his release, his grip on your hips, dark talons digging into the skin and drawing blood.

Another coil snaps in you, this time, much more powerful. You can fill a surge of dark power being absorbed into you at the same time Joshua spills his seed into you, this dark force was hot, it felt like you had the power of a god swirling inside of you.

Out of breathe, Joshua looks at you, "by the break of dawn, you will no longer be human. Let the sleep take you, my dear, for the next time you awaken, your final waking place will be all of the new world. I promise you that."

He said as he placed a searing kiss to your forehead.

By the time the sun rose again, all the strength you had lost from being imprisoned here had not only returned to you, but you were now stronger, the dark flame burning under your skin fueled your anger, and an unholy boiling boils beneath the surface.

The cell, the dungeon, all the king's men, all the king's subjects, and the king himself, will not escape your inferno.

The only throne left standing is the one where Joshua sits, ruling over the sinners of the old world with you by his side.

[mikuluvu]

ANTI TULPAR AU ANYA X F!READER I BEGGGGG

Where the reader is an electrician but she's super quiet and shy and Anya like bullying her, (if you don't know what the AU is I highly recommend looking it up it's a fun au)

A/n: I searched it up. So, Basically its like Anya... But Jimmy- lmao, It's like an inverse personality of Anya :) Instead of Anya being cute and all, this AU made anya rude and stuff. I hope I got it wrong brooo 🥹

ANTI TULPAR ANYA AU X FEM!READER

Warnings: Bullying(VerbalAbuse) and Anya cursing... Did I go too far-

You knelt in front of an open wall panel, your fingers working precisely to repair the fried circuits to avoid getting injured. Beads of sweat dotted your forehead, and your oversized hoodie was now covered with grease and dust... Great!. You amumbled to herself, trying to drown out the growing anxiety gnawing at your chest.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you're still at it?"

The voice came from behind you, sharp and cutting. You didn’t need to turn around to know it was Anya. Her boots tapped loudly on the metal floor as she approached, her tone already irritated.

"Curly and the others can't even fucking see a thing" Anya leaned against the counter, crossing her arms as she glared down at you. "Do you even know what the hell you’re doing, or are you just dumb enough to not know what to do with it?"

You winced but kept your focus on the wires. "I-I’m almost done," you stammered, your voice barely audible. "The circuits were heavily damaged, and I—"

"Spare me that bullshit," Anya snapped, cutting her off. "You’ve been around with that panel for hours. Meanwhile, I’m out here checking up on the Captain without fucking lights."

You hands shook slightly, but you didn’t look up. "I’m doing my best," you murmured.

"Your best?" Anya barked out a bitter laugh. "Your best is why the medbay was a fucking disaster last week. Remember that? Or are you too busy pretending to be useful to even care?"

"I didn’t mean for that to happen," you whispered, your face flushing.

"Didn’t mean to?" Anya took a step closer, her shadow looming over you. "Well, guess what? Intent doesn’t mean shit when people could die because you’re too slow. You’re a liability, and everyone fucking knows it."

You clenched your jaw, swallowing the lump forming in your throat. You twisted the last wire into place and secured the panel, your fingers trembling as the lights above flickered and steadied.

"Finally," Anya muttered, rolling her eyes. "Took you long enough. Next time, maybe don’t fuck around while the rest of us are actually doing important shit."

She turned on her heel and stormed out, her boots echoing down the corridor. You stayed crouched in front of the panel, your shoulders slumped. The lights hummed steadily above you, but the sting of Anya’s words lingered, heavy and unrelenting.

A/n: Sage . .. pls tell me I did this right- was anya supposed to be a mechanic- IDK . But why do you want to request this shit- nvm.

THANK YOU FOR READING! REBLOG W/COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED <3 MY KO-FI

[aro-in-danyl]

Alastor as a "Gift from God" AU

Inspired by the TV Show Lucifer. I could not get this idea out of my head so into the tumblr void it goes.

Edit: PART 2 up now.

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Sera could count on one hand the number of times the Almighty personally called for her. And every single one before was the precursor to some disaster or threat.

She was confused when she was beckoned past the throne room, away from the meeting rooms, and into the Almighty's workshop. There was no dust or cobwebs for God would not allow it, but it was known among the higher-ups that The Almighty had not had the motivation for creation in eons.

"The screams of the damned awoke me today," God's many hands reached out from their ineffable form to grasp jars and potions of dubious origins.

Sera stiffened. "I thought you could not see into Lucifer's domain."

She had not dared to think she could hide the First Extermination from The Almighty's gaze but she'd hoped she have more time.

"Never before today have souls perished a second time." God collected more vials and instruments that Sera could not for the life of her understand the purpose of.

"Such fear," and they sounded sad, "over the birth of one child."

The Anti-Christ, Lucifer's daughter was more than just a simple baby. Her parents had hidden her for decades, but the change in their attitude was noticeable even before her existence was made known to heaven. Lucifer again grew bolder and more fanatical with his ideas and Lilith-

If they'd only known sooner.

Silence passed as God worked. Sera kept her head bowed so she could not see what was being created. But they did not demand she stop the exterminations, and that was enough for her to finally raise her head and peak at The Almighty's first creation in centuries.

A soul. Or what would become one soon enough.

Her curiosity finally broke through. "You have not crafted a soul by hand since-" She cut herself off. No need to push her luck.

"This soul is a gift." They said. And they began to spin the soul threads together, "They will be an equal. Unchanging. Dynamic. Static. Chaotic." With every word a new thread merged with the steadily-brightening soul.

"A defender. An assailant...An Avenger."

With the final word of God, the soul was finished. But, barring the confusion of all those conflicting traits, Sera was caught up on the first sentence of this new soul's purpose.

"A gift to who?"

God did not answer. But that left her with another more pressing question.

"The creation of a new soul is a breath-taking experience to witness," she began carefully, "But why have you called me here?"

In answer, God reached behind themselves to a corner that Sera had not paid attention to and pulled out the tip of a spear. One from Adam's exorcists.

She tensed as God held it up to the fragile new soul. Angelic steel was crafted solely to bring death to the damned. To souls. Was this her punishment? To bear witness to the creation of life, of potential goodness, only to watch it be snuffed out before it even had a chance?

God pressed the spear to the soul, "Your Exorcists should take heed," the spear stabbed into the soul and Sera couldn't help but cry out in despair. But the soul did not whither or fade. She watched as the spear tip was catapulted away at lightning speed, burying itself in the wall across from them.

"And avoid his attention."