#anyways the last one doesnt fit the beginning quote that well considering its. a toxic relationship but yknow the others kinda do

[girlucifer]

“where have i seen you before?”

in a dream / a thousand years ago - orestes, euripides

below the cut are some various indulgences into past romances of the angels, demons, and otherwise- i am mentally unwell so just keep that in mind. i am literally going insane.

simeon & lucifer, simeon’s POV: it hurts me not that he wishes to engage in suicide [no, in his eyes, its martyrdom, its free and independent, its of his own wishes, not of anyone else’s accord, but his own]. it’s not that he wanted to overthrow god itself, or that he dared to dream bigger than the halo he was confined to. it doesn’t sting one bit that he decided to throw away his wings- none of that hurts me. but what cuts deeply, regrettably, into the deepest depths of my own being that he didn’t think, for a single moment, to tell me. i would’ve done anything to stay by his side- i would’ve chosen the revolution, martyrdom, suicide- i would’ve died by his side. it was if i slept through the entire war- dreaming of how he kissed me last night, his warmth still upon my cheek, only to wake up to the cold reality, that he had fallen from grace, like a rope tied by his own pride to his neck. he left me, all alone. i’m bleeding, and he is too- but he has stripped away any hopes of saving each other.

diavolo, unnamed person, unnamed person’s POV: that man... his gaze drew me in immediately as soon as i stepped into the small bar, a place i’ve always come to when life has me beaten and down. the way he exuded this... this sort of confidence, as if he knew i was the one that’ll take him home. and by god, he was heavenly in bed, the way his body moved in perfect harmony with mine- like a religion, i kneeled for him, like a halo, the moonlight danced above his head, like a god, he revitalized me, inside and out. and then he was gone, without a trace the next morning. i’ve heard of one-night stands, i know the routine. but, the way he gripped me, how he kissed me: it felt like thousands of years of longing, of love buried deep within his soul rushing out, it felt like he was bursting at the seams with it when touching me, his lips drawing out letters of affection. i thought... i thought he had loved me in that night we spent together, as if making up for an eternity without a lover. 

lucifer, diavolo, diavolo’s POV: i love how he looks at me with red eyes, red with tears, red with fury, red with absolutely nothing behind them. it has been nearly a week with him at my disposal, and it has been absolutely riveting. he hates me so much, with every fiber of his being- it’s something i’ve never felt before. all my life, i’ve been told that i’ll find the one who makes me feel like no other- the one who takes my breath away. they didn’t tell me it would come in form of a broken angel, who hates me so coarsely, who refuses to look at me, who gives me the chills, who wishes to slit my throat as i lay in bed- he hates me so viscerally, carnally, but by the devil, i love him. nothing he can do can change that.

solomon, asmodeus, solomon’s POV: i’ve always hated the idea of having some unnamed soul deemed your other half- your soulmate. just by simply being born, you are put onto this world to seek that other person, whether they be man, woman, neither or both, whether good, evil- living in vain until you somehow stumble upon them. by god, that idea is simply insulting- to be reduced to just half of a soul. but, his face- i’ve only seen it once, in a dream. i have tried everything- traveling to the ancient ruins bathed in mystical powers, speaking to incredibly powerful monks and witch doctors, practicing my skill day and night, to the point i can’t even stand, can’t even eat from the soreness- all to just see that face once more... hauntingly beautiful, driving me to madness. so beautiful that it’s demonic, evil, dark and cursed. like a black rose, a veiled woman of the night. i wonder, what could his name be?

mc, unnamed person, MC’s POV: i always knew i was destined for far greater things than them, them with their sweet lies and sharp tongue, their lips enveloping another’s while i lay at night wondering, wondering... i was just so afraid to take the first step away from them- a daunting first step, something i thought i’d never overcome the fear to take. but, now im running, running free at last, the pavement hitting the soles of my shoes hard, the blood pumping through my vessels with each step- its a marathon, a race, a defiant march. i’m running, running not away from them, but towards something bigger, greater than this life i knew i would outgrow. that mysterious letter with the strange writing- by god, it will be my salvation.