#books are how satan gets inside your soul

[astaroth1357]

Devildom "Marriage/Proposal"

Again. Probably not too Christian-coded in Hell.

Contents: Satanic themes, possessive behavior mentioned

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First off, there's a big difference between a demon bonding with another demon vs. binding to a human. There's a lot more equal ground in the former, but the power dynamics are inherently different in the latter.

Traditionally, a demon "marrying" a human is usually used as the highest form of reward to an incredibly loyal follower. It's basically a way for a demon to point them out and make it clear, "This one is my favorite!"

Demons binding themselves to humans out a genuine connection is not unheard of, of course, but it's frightfully rare. Only handful may every do this at a time and not even Solomon has managed to pull it off despite the number of pacts under his belt.

It's this rare because to reform the new pact, the demon has to give up their grimoire (the books that more or less act as substitute for a demon's heart and soul) to their partner. It's like handing away the essence of their very being to another.

When demons bind with each other, the grimoire exchange is mutual. However, since humans don't have grimoire, binding to a human is seen as an act of extreme sacrifice and humility on the demon's part. It's truly the only kind of pact they have where the risks lie mostly with them.

Possessing a demon's grimoire is like literally owning the blueprint to their bodies. All of their powers, history, thoughts, and fears are detailed out within them. Every single weakness or spell to control them hides inside as well...

Because of this, demons take this decision very, VERY seriously. If your relationship falls apart, you don't want something that important left in the hands of your ex. A vast majority of demons never even show their grimoires, much less give them away.

A demon will only ever have one grimoire to share, so they can only ever be bound to one individual at a time. A human can technically be bound to multiple demons and having a binding pact does not erase lesser pacts, but again, it would be rare.

When an individual is in possession of a demon's grimoire, they will always be able to materialize it with just a slight flick of the wrist. Having it on their person will also be enough for them to summon the owner at will, barely a whisper necessary.

A demon will already show up stronger than usual if they're summoned by their grimoire, but using any added enchantments inside will only increase their power tenfold. A good caster can turn their partner into supercharged war machine with minimal effort.

There's a certain oneness between the pair that comes from binding that goes far beyond your average pact. The demon and their partner get the heightened ability to "read" each other. It's not full on telepathy, but they gain a preternatural sense for just how the other is feeling. An entire conversation can be held in the span of seconds with merely few glances and a shrug between them.

Demons are also EXTREMELY protective of their bound partners, which kind of makes sense considering what they're carrying around. They're not very good at hiding it either. We're talking full fangs out and deep, guttural growls at even the most minor of threats.

The offer of the grimoire is technically seen as the "proposal" and acceptance commences the "marriage." It's a big deal with when high-ranking demons decide to do this, so it's often celebrated by a public wedding ceremony.

The Grimores

Lucifer's grimoire has a real gothic flare to it. The whole thing is jet black leather with blood red rubies fixed to the spine and fine layer of gold leaf pressed into the corners. No matter where it's being kept, cover will always feel a bit cold to the touch... The pages are thick and textured, with every word inside written inside done in a careful, nearly mechanical hand. Perfectly legible. Technically flawless. Though certain pages are written with some hesitation, particularly the ones that go over his past...

Mammon's grimoire is, arguably, the most beautiful of the bunch. It's snow white with brilliant gold accents on the spine and along the edges. His personal sigil, painted in shimmering light, takes up most of the front cover and mesmerizes any eye that catches its shine. It's a little on the slim side, though, due in part to how thin pages are inside. Reading it can be a bit messy because the caster can always see whatever words have been scrawled out on the back of the page...

Leviathan's grimoire looks like something straight out of a sunken treasure chest. The brownish-violet leather used to bind it feels real, and it is, though it couldn't have come from any mortal creature on land. The edges are worn down and cracking from neglect, giving the whole thing a certain fragility over the rest... The pages are yellowed and hard from water damaged, yet the words inside still survive... even if parts of them are a tad smudged.

Satan's grimoire could probably pass for 18th century notebook. It too is leather bound, but it doesn’t have the same flare as his older brothers'. If anything, it has a very DIY feel to it, where the cover has a little glue in places it shouldn't and the rough-feeling pages don't all fit quite right. It feels more like a field journal than a demonic tome, perhaps adding to the distinct aura of rebellion radiating off of it... The script inside seems to change from page to page with some part written neatly and other parts apparently scrawled out in a rage. Legibility may vary.

Asmodeus' grimoire looks more like a decorative art piece than a book at times... The wine red cover is smooth and shiny with polished gems affixed like a spider's web on the front. Asmo's grimore is unique in that it is the only one that comes with a lock on it, one that can only be lifted by a spell only he knows. The penmanship inside is naturally beautiful, though sometimes the added flare of loops and flourishes gets in the way keeping everything readable.

Beelzebub's grimoire is deceptively simple looking compared to the others. It looks like your standard leather-bound book and aside from its surprising thickness, not much stands out about it. Even the engraving of his sigil on the cover doesn't have any extra color or shadow to it. But when it's open, the most gorgeous words lie inside as if penned by a master calligrapher. Every bit of space is used appropriately and each letter is clean, clear, and fluidly handled. It's not only legible, it's breathtaking and obviously done with a lot of time and care.

Belphegor's grimoire looks like a void in the space around it. It goes beyond the jet black of Lucifer's cover to an almost true black from cover to pages. You wouldn't even know that it's made of leather unless you felt it because it reflects no light and it betrays no design. Running a hand across it, though, does reveal the ridges of Belphie's sigil craved into the front and back cover. The black pages all have words are written in a bright, silvery, and iridescent ink. Parts of the pages also look seem to contain spilled stardust ready to fly off into the air. The penmanship is a little simple, compared to the rest, but nothing that can't be skimmed at a glance if need be.

Diavolo's grimoire could kill a man from its weight alone. The book is far too big for any shelf and thick with heavily textured, papyrus-like paper. No matter who has it, it will always feel as if a supernatural force is trying to pull it from their hands... Seeing much past its burgundy, black, and gold cover is more or less impossible but what's there truly befits royalty. Every aspect of the design is flawless, with polished onyx as black as night embedded in the spine and ancient symbols peppered between golden spindle-like filigree. One can only imagine what exactly is so forbidden on the inside though...

Barbatos' (true) grimoire is an honest to god mystery... No one has ever seen it and Solomon theorizes that he keeps it in a particularly empty timeline. If asked what it looks like, Barbatos will share that it's simply "a green book," but not elaborate much farther before changing the subject... One has to assume, though, it's probably as thick as a tree trunk with all the history within those pages and for the cover...? He's had all of the time in the world to make it something truly special.

[belphegorey]

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His touch set fire to your skin. Energy pulsed in your veins with his every glance. Throbbing in your head turned to harsh pounding with every passing second. The throbbing ache in your head returned without fail each day you saw him.

“Are all humans stupid or are you simply a special case?”

“Go fuck yourself,”

Satan. He was an incubus for your rage. Constantly probing at your problems, your intellect, your demeanour — your species too, of course — before feasting on your soul. A shark, watching the newest swimmer dangle their delicious body in the water.

Even for the personification of wrath, he was infuriating. Your fingernails had left permanent indents in your palm from the fists you always held. Lines had formed along your face from your constant glares. Your voice grew hoarse each day from the shouting.

And yet, whenever his lips made works of art along your thighs, you craved more. The fire he created on your skin was an aphrodisiac. The wicked grin he wore made your mind burn red and your cunt drip sweet honey. The poetry he spilled, even when they insulted you, unlocked the passage to your body’s inferno.

And only Satan had the key. An infuriating ouroboros cycle.

“There is a reason I was asked to teach you, kitten. You’re just too dumb on your own.”

“And yet I managed to get results just as good as yours without your tutelage.”

The ache in your back was a spark of delicious agony. Countless books indented your spine. Your actions held zero hesitation despite your words. His actions showed nothing but eagerness and his words agreed. You’d grown used to his rage-inducing contradictions.

The cold air on your body felt like burning fires. His fingers drew the art of Van Gogh on your skin. Dark runes and symbols, a beautiful night sky, his touch turned your body to canvas. Torn fabric were your petals as you bloomed along the oak table.

“It’s a waste. I know what you truly are. Look how you went along with what I command. You should simply serve as my pet.”

“We both know that is what you want. You wouldn’t get any of your work done if I was there calling you… what, exactly? Master?”

His teeth brought blood to the surface of your skin, hot and burning as it pooled on your collarbone. Your fingers found their place in his hair. Passion fumed in your loins and you pulled on his head. His quick grunt made you smile in victory.

The intrusion of his fingers inside of you halted your mind. The honey that Satan teased you over each day dripped down his knuckles. Squelching echoed in the library, your hushed moans joining in harmony. The ammunition loaded into his arsenal, you could feel the smugness in his lack of words.

If not for the bulge against your thigh, you would think it was nothing more than fuel for his already throbbing ego. His fingers curled and you contorted to his will. Whimpers broke through the seal of your teeth in your lips. The books in your spine turned blissful pain into an erotic pleasure.

“So loud tonight, kitten. Could it be you want everyone to finally know who it is you crave?”

“No one is going to find out about this.”

The hateful grip on your waist tightened in strength. Your eyes fluttered shut in the throws of the pleasure. All your senses — it all echoed him. Even without seeing him, his image was burning behind your eyelids. His cologne, a warmth of familiarity tied with dusty books, had your heart thumping.

All you could feel was him. His touch. His hair. His lips. His teeth. The fingers within your walls thrusted deep within. Slow. His torture was evil. You desired more, you desired the fire that only Satan could offer. He knew it. He could sense it. He ate at it like the proper demon he was.

“Say it. Relinquish your illusions and beg.”

“Please Master, I need you.”

The smirk he wore burned the skin of your neck. Your eyes dressed in tears as his fingers graced you with what you needed. He reached the places your fingers could never graze. Your thighs parted further for his approval, and he returned to the area where he stood each night. A horrific cycle that you adored repeating.

You felt his erection between your legs, pressed against his magic hand. Panting tangled with whimpers left you, your walls tight around his fingers keeping them warm. Kitten. He repeated it. You were no one’s pet, especially his. Yet, when the name was whispered you couldn’t help the mewl that played. A good pet. A good toy.

“Do it again. Do it for your master.”

“Nngh,”

Your high was near. He must sense it building in your desperation. The fingers creating your lust moved faster, deeper. The intent was delicious. You grasped at his soft hair, tugging and moaning in need.

A puppet. You were his puppet and he tugged perfectly on your strings.

When it came, your crescendo bounded between the library walls as slick desire pooled down his fingers. The touch of his hand on your hip, still burning red, was gentle as your body shuddered beneath him. That was the part that confused you most. Wrath, pure rage personified, being protective and almost soft. It never lasted long. Not long enough to properly change your mind.

“Now get up and write your essay, neither of us want to be here any longer than we have to.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself, Satan.”

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[hishumanbelle]

Alastor's rut.

18+

I was sitting on the couch in the hotel lounge when suddenly I felt my heart tighten, my hands sweat, my body tense and my brain go foggy. Oh no, it's that time of year. I put my hands on my chest as I felt my body transform and grow. I stood up from the couch. I could see everything red and haloed. Then, I smelled her. Her perfume. Vanilla and coconut, oh, how delicious. I had to look for her, she was surely close by. "Deborah?", I said with a sigh so as not to scare her. "Alastor?", she asked softly. And there she was, in her room, lying on the bed reading a book. "Darling", I said, "sorry for the unpleasant interruption", I started to growl, the pain and need getting stronger. Breathing was difficult. "Alastor, are you okay?", the concern in her voice. It hurt me to make her worry about me. "Yes… no. I... need you". She put the book away and walked over to me, cupping my face in her hands and looking at me apprehensively. "What's wrong with you, Al?", "it's… that time of the year", I said, growling and sighing. The pain was even worse, my throat kept making strange sounds and my eyes were narrowing until they were blacker and blacker. The static was also starting to get louder, filling the room. "What can I do for you? How can I help you feel better?", "I… want you. Intensely", I said in her ear, biting her earlobe. "Ah, Deborah… please, I need you. Now". With my hands I started to touch her ample breasts that were trying to explode from her white blouse. They were warm, soft. Her nipples instantly hardened at my touch. I put my face in the hollow of her neck and started to lick, kiss, bite. "I want more", I said drooling like a horny dog. I carried her to the bed and put her down. I pulled up her short black skirt and pulled her panties aside, I knelt down in front of her and started licking her pussy. Damn, she was delicious! Her smell… irresistible. My long tongue reached deep inside her and I felt her getting wet beneath me. My hands ran over her soft body until I went down, on her legs, between her thighs and started to finger her with passion. In and out, slowly, while I sucked the soul out of her clit. She was mine. And she was enjoying it, panting. She was calling my name over and over again. Her sounds were music to me, I didn't want her to stop. And I continued to pound her faster with my tongue and fingers, pushing into her g-spot until she came so hard again that she started to cry and squirt on my face. Fuck… I'm so infatuated with her that seeing her like this is the only way I want to see her. I stood up and lay on top of her, ripping the buttons of her shirt with my claws as I slid them down her body and scratched her gently. "I can't resist you", I grabbed her wrists and pulled her to me. I kissed her, sticking my tongue down her throat.

I was so excited, and then, placing my hands on her shoulders, I pushed her down, kneeling on the ground. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my big throbbing cock. Her expression was incredulous at the beast in front of her. "It's so… big", she said as she started to touch it. "Oh, Satan", I sighed. Her hands so graceful on my hard and throbbing cock, it drove me wild. I looked at her. I really wanted to devour her. I no longer knew if it was the heat that was doing this to me or if it was her. "Take it in your mouth", I ordered her, and I grabbed her hair in my hands to bring her closer to my cock. She obeyed, taking it in her mouth slowly. She knew what she was doing and how to drive me crazy. She started with the tip, making small circles near the head and then went down, sucking and licking it all over. Deep. "Fuck…", with my hand I pushed her head faster. Holy shit, I thought, I'm already about to cum, but I didn't warn her. I just watched her and fucked her mouth hard and fast until I came in her throat. "Fuck!!!", I exclaimed, cumming. I left it in her mouth for a while as I continuedI to spasm with pleasure. She, being the good girl she was, swallowed it all. "Good girl", I said, grinning, "but we're not done". I lifted her up and put her on the bed. I took my cock and shoved it in her violently while holding her by her hips and started to move inside her.

"Deborah", "Alastor," she said, panting, "say you're mine. Say you're only mine", "I'm only yours, Alastor", "yes, yes", I repeated, panting too. My thrusts became faster and stronger, but this time I grabbed her by her thick, long hair. The music of her moans was unstoppable but I wanted to hear her scream more, so I increased my power even more. "Fuck", I exclaimed, my thrusts were strong, very strong, violent, she screamed and screamed even louder, she repeated my name and I could have an orgasm just hearing her. "I'm coming Alastor, I'm coming", she said crying and panting. "Me too, I'm about to come too, but I want to look into your eyes. So come, come for me, I can't resist any longer", and she came. Her body vibrated, she trembled, her legs wouldn't stop and her spasms were violent but very delicate. I grabbed her and turned her over, underneath me and slammed it back in. I held her head, her hair with one hand, and her hip with the other. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I gave her the last thrusts before I came all the way inside her. "Damn, I'm marking you as my property, my love", I exploded. She was still looking at me, panting, I could feel her walls tightening and getting wet again. God… this girl is going to be the death of me. I had such a powerful orgasm that I continued to slam it into her even after I came, in post-coital shock. I looked at her, and the more I looked at her the more I fell in love. I didn't want her to stop looking at me. Her eyes had to be only for me. "I love you", I whispered to her, nuzzling her cheek with my nose and making intense static sounds. "I fucking love you", I repeated. Then I took her face in my hands and kissed her again, with all the love I felt. Our tongues danced and twisted, unable to stay away.

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

[Twst x ObeyMe!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 7

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CW: Blue pronouns or address for MC every time they get mistaken for a guy. Also, I'm a potty mouth so MC is too.

Inhale..

Exhale....

Inhale......

Exhale.......

Inhale.........

Ex-fucking-hale.......

You're about to have a stroke right now.

You should've just went back to the goddamn infirmary instead of checking in on these obnoxious, bitch-less, probably father-less, motherfuckers.

It's just cleaning windows!! How the hell can you mess up like this?! Why the fuck did the cafeteria chandelier get involved??

GODDAMNIT!! WHY IS YUU INVOLVED AS WELL?! AHHHH—!

*One eternity of screaming like a banshee later*

After sending those damn kids and cat away to get some sort of magical stone in some godforsaken mine, you wrangled with the headmaster for at least two hours to prevent him from writing up the expulsion papers of Yuu and that Blue-haired kid who was mostly innocent about the ordeal.

(Meanwhile, encouraging him to kick that Ace kid and the damn cat off the school. You ain't about to let audacity run free rn, mostly because you feel yourself start genuinely tweaking as you almost got possessed by the urge to sucker punch someone's soul out of their body.)

[Satan perked up, there it was again.

That distinctive spark of wrath that he can feel through your pact with him is both concerning and comforting.

On one hand, the anger he feels means that you're alive. And seeing that what he's feeling through the pact is mostly annoyance, then that must mean that nothing marginally bad or traumatizing had happened to you yet.

You're actually more pissed off in a 'someone-had-the-audacity-to-eat-my-snacks' kind of way more than anything else, meaning that you're safe for now.

But on the other hand, he doesn't know how long that temporary safety will last.

There's also the fact this is the fourth time he'd felt that spark of 'I-wanna-punt-someone-into-the-fuckin-sun' kind of anger from you, which is worrying because it hasn't even been 48 hours since you were kidnapped by some mf.

He shook his head, calling upon a subordinate (read: Devoted fan) to collect more and more books to learn what type of teleportation and sleeping magic was used in your kidnapping.

With the massive search party spanning all three realms that they'd called upon, they will find you sooner or later.

And once they do...

Well... You'll need to get used to being with someone at all hours of the day.]

*Passive-aggresively reminding Crowley that he can't kick out an innocent kid for something they didn't directly do as they had no way of stopping the events that transpired.*

["You don't want the word to get out that you let an innocent teen roam around in a foreign world with absolutely nothing to their name and nobody to protect them, right?"

"That is true, but I still can't just let this go unpunis–"

"Especially when it's the school's faulty equipment that took them so far away from all of their loved ones and belongings, right?"]

Needless to say, Yuu ended up being "fired" in the end, quite an unfortunate result because they will need to freeload off of you until the end of your stay in this world. (Poor them, they got fired before they knew that they had a job in the first place.)

Oh well, it's better than being kicked out from practically their only way back home right now...

Hays... That cruel crow..

Anygays, it's time to snoop around and hopefully make some connections to the residents of this school.

This is a well-known college, right? So there should be influential people here somewhere...

Hehe.. It's time you bring out your gaslight, gatekeep, gold-digging skills so that you can girlboss your way into stability inside this foreign world.

• • • • • •

Suddenly, more than a dozen individuals felt a strong shiver run up their spines.

Haha... Well that's ominous!

• • • • • •

Ortho deadpanned at his brother.

It seems that almost burning down their dorm room last night isn't enough to deter him from making his [Mr. L/n x reader] fanfiction complete with mandatory fan art for every single chapter.

Haaa....

But at least his brother isn't 'fanboying' about another fictional character again...

Hm... Now that he thinks about it..

Maybe his brother will be more inclined to make friends if it's Mr. L/n!

And thus begins Ortho's journey of being an unknowing wingman as he tries to get his introverted brother to make friends.

• • • • • •

You narrowed your eyes as you looked at the small gift on top of your temporary bed in the infirmary.

Dats suspicious....

Dats weird......

You turn your necklace into a staff and start poking the box, trying to see if it'll suddenly turn into a horrific eldritch monster and jump you. (Won't be the first time that happened.)

• • • • •

"It is done, ××× ×× ××××××" (This is too easy to guess😑)

• • • • •

Diavolo sighed for the tenth time that hour, lamenting how trying to focus on his paperwork is a really hard task when MC gets thrown into the situation.

'Maybe a small break will help clear my head?'

He might as well just go out for a walk in the garden to get some fresh... air...

Oh? what is this?

His eyes scanned the dark envelope he'd seen wedged under the 'To burn' stack of paperwork in his desk.

This envelope wasn't here yesterday...

After confirming that the piece of paper wasn't cursed or charmed, he opened it with apprehension.

...!

This..!

• • • • •

Barbatos appeared in the office, tense as he'd heard his lord call out his name with haste.

Reading the letter shoved in front of his face by the serious Diavolo, Barbatos made a mental note to get the dungeon chambers ready.

They've got themselves a lead.

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[P1] My Love, I Am Drinking PLeNTy of WAteR

Lucifer x F!MC

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

I can't believe I haven't gotten to drunk Luci. He's so cute when he's tipsy.

[ Story Premise: Lucifer gets wasted on demonus on account of Diavolo (drink responsibly please) and comes home late looking for his favorite human. Lucifer being Lucifer, he manages to get sappy and horny at the same time.

**Part 1 is SFW; Part 2 is NSFW. ]

Wordcount - 955

For once, it’s a quiet night in the House of Lamentation. Mammon had been knocked out on the floor. Leviathan was right next to him, his arm laying over Mammon’s face with his hand still firmly grasped around a controller. You had spread a blanket over them both, being the kind, lovely soul you were. Belphegor sleeps in fetal position hugging his favorite pillow in the corner, his twin awkwardly sitting against the couch with his drooling head slumped against the cushions. Satan snoozes on top of said couch, a book laying over his face, while Asmodeus lays front and center within a nest of pillows, his head resting on Mammon’s blanketed stomach. Evidently, he had moved his head there in the time it had taken you to get a book for yourself. 

You check the time and find yourself yawning. 1:31 A.M. It’s about time that you should get some relaxation, although that isn’t entirely possible when you know Lucifer is still out, probably staying up into the wee hours of the night. This was, if he was even planning on sleeping tonight. His habit of getting very little sleep during the workweek was getting worse, to the point where you had to use your pact to make him go to bed. 

Stupid stressed idiot. It annoys you just thinking about it. It’s bad enough that he was leaving you to handle his brothers when they got out of control (even if you were more capable of handling them than their tired older brother). Now he’s taking on some new project or something, and he was relapsing into his old habits despite how much you scolded him for it. It was a process, but it was just… Diavolo, why couldn’t he think ahead and realize you needed quality time with him?! 

Jingle-jingle. Jangle… Rustle, rustle. Click-click scrape scrape…

“Mmmn? Why won’t it go in?” Speak of the devil. 

You lay your book down before you even brought yourself to open it, making your way to the door to greet your idiot. You open the (unlocked) door for him to see the drunk leaning on the doorframe with a silly smile, Barbatos quietly bowing from behind him and leaving. 

“Hey there, Beautiful,” he says with a cute little hiccup, and you sigh as you grab him by the arm and drag him inside. “Hehe… Easy, easy, I’ll follow you wherever you want me t’go.” 

“Exactly how much did you drink tonight?” you ask, doubting that you’ll get an accurate answer. 

“Mmmnn…” he hums before he counts on his fingers and grins at you. “This mush.” 

“Lucifer, you can’t drink that much,” you groan as you drag him to the kitchen. 

“But Diavolo said it’d be a nice game. I’m fine, sweetie-honey…”

“Nevermind,” you sigh, grabbing a cup and filling it to the brim with water, Lucifer’s jaw resting heavily on your shoulder while he hums an adorable little song. “You’re going to drink this, and you’re going to go to bed.” 

“Do I re’lly need t’drink any water?” he complains, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’ve got everything I need right here.” He rubs his face affectionately against your shoulder. 

“Yes, you need to drink water, Lucifer,” you reply, peeling his hands off to turn towards him and hand him the full glass. He pouts at you. 

“I don’t want to.” He sticks out his tongue just past his lips, and you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Are… Are you trying to be a brat?” 

“‘M not a brat, you’re a brat,” he says petulantly. 

“Drink,” you insist. 

“Hm… I’ll drink if you give me a kiss.” 

“Fine.” You kiss Lucifer on the cheek, only for Lucifer to scoop you up and kiss you on the mouth, spilling the cup of water everywhere, including on both of you. “Now look what you did…” 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, kissing all over your face before he comes back to your lips. “Missed you… Did you miss me?” It’s amazing how, despite the fact that Lucifer is clearly wasted, he’s dependably holding up your thighs like you don’t weigh more than a paperweight. Demon privilege… you internally grumble. 

“Yes, Lucifer, I missed you, but you’re drunk, and we can cuddle after you’re in bed.” 

“Haha… MC missed me,” he giggles to himself, rubbing his flushed cheeks against yours. 

“Okay, I’ll cut you a deal. You go to your room while I… use the bathroom,” you say eventually, and Lucifer obligingly lets you back down and kisses you on the forehead. 

“Didn’ mean to make you hold it in,” he replies. “But I’ll come looking in ten minutes if you’re not around. I want my cuddles.” You can’t help but chuckle at Lucifer as he spins around and starts swaying in the direction of his bedroom, leaving you with the puddle on the floor and the empty plastic cup rolling around on the floor. Thank Diavolo you had been cautious enough not to use one of the glass ones. 

You pick it up, wash it and put it back before you pick out Lucifer’s travel mug and fill it with water so you could avoid him spilling it again. That, and he drank out of the thing like it was compulsory since he perpetually had it filled with coffee. 

You make your way upstairs, up towards Lucifer’s room, opening the door to find him picking at his buttons, the top of his chest exposed. He looks up at you and gives you a sweet, welcoming smile. 

“There you are. You’re a big liar.” 

“Er…” You didn’t think he’d be able to tell you were lying when he was toasted.

“It’s so hot in here,” he complains, still picking at his buttons and undoing them all out of order. It would help if you didn’t keep your fireplace lit all the time, you think as you help him take his vest off. “Mmm… aren’tchu hot too?” 

[theadorableapprentice]

If I Loved You Less

MC x Solomon Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1,218

A/N: Wow! I finally got the will to write again! It's probably a bit OOC but whatever. I still think it's cute. I promise I have other stories planned that aren't just for Solomon. I will write about another character eventually.

You and Solomon had gotten yourselves into quite the situation, and you blame Satan. Well, not really, but it was you thinking of him that got you into this mess. 

You had seen a book while at a little store Solomon took you to. It looked old and probably cursed. Sounded perfect for Satan. He’d love it! The only problem was it was on the top shelf and you couldn’t find anyone to help you grab it down. So of course, like the smart person you are, you tried to climb the shelf. It looked like it was connected to the wall, so you thought it was stable enough. And it worked for a minute.

“MC, what are you doing up there?” Solomon had asked with a sly grin.

That was all it took to startle you and cause you to fall backwards, still holding the book. Solomon caught you, and then suddenly, you were no longer in the store, which brings you back up to speed.

“Solomon… Where the hell are we, because it isn’t the Devildom.” You stared at the sky through the trees, which was bright blue with the sun in the sky. 

Solomon was busy studying one of the trees you had appeared by. “Well, I can confirm this place is real, not an illusion.” 

“Well, we should go try to find our way out of here before night falls. Which direction should we go?” You asked, looking around. It was just trees every direction you looked. 

Solomon shrugged and started walking. “I have a feeling we should go this way.”

It didn’t take long before you came across a small cabin. “Should we knock and see if anyone’s home to help?” You asked. For some reason, you felt drawn to the cabin.

Without answering you, Solomon walked right up and knocked on the door, but it swung right open. “I take it nobody is home.” 

“Solomon, be careful. It might be a trap!” 

“Don’t worry MC. I don’t sense any magic in here. And this looks like our only chance at some sort of safety in this forest. It can’t be that bad.” With that, Solomon walked into the cabin. You stayed outside, nervous for him. “MC, come take a look at this,” Solomon called from inside the cabin.

You cautiously walked into the cabin and over to the kitchen counter that Solomon was standing by. There was a piece of paper on the counter. There were three quotes written on the paper, both of which you recognized.

The first read, “Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same...If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.” Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. Strangely, this was exactly how you feel about Solomon.

The second read, “As I got to know you, I began to realise that beauty was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. And it was only when I began to feel actual, physical pain every time you left the room that it finally dawned on me: I was in love, for the first time in my life.” Dangerous Liasions by Choderlos de Laclos. You didn’t know it, but this was exactly how Solomon felt about you.

The third read, “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” Emma by Jane Austen. 

After reading the three quotes, you turned to look at Solomon. He looked like he was studying the paper and the quotes intently. He had the paper in one hand, and with his other he was holding his chin. A soft smile crossed your face.

Solomon looked up at you. “I am guessing the book you were grabbing in the store was cursed and when I touched you while you were holding the book, it transported us here. This is a clue about how to get home, is my best guess. The book is clearly one that has love as a theme. Now we just need to figure out what it wants for us to go home.”

You guys spent days at that cabin trying to determine what should have been obvious to you both. But it was nice, this slice of domesticity with Solomon. 

There was only one bed in the cabin so you two had to share. You enjoyed waking up everyday to his sleeping face with his arm around your waist. He always looked so peaceful in his sleep. As if there wasn’t anything troubling him. But why would there be? He was sleeping next to the only person he truly trusts and he has them in his arms. 

You avoided Solomon cooking for you by asking him to work on figuring out the paper. But getting to cook things for Solomon was nice. And somehow, the cabin always had the ingredients for exactly what you wanted to cook. The two of you washing dishes next to each other was comforting in a way.

Slowly, over the week, you guys stopped paying as close attention to the meaning of the paper, enjoying just living in each other’s company and getting a break from the outside world. That was, until Solomon made a horrible joke.

“God, that was awful Solomon. You’re lucky I love you.” The words just came out without you thinking about them. 

“MC… Did you just-” Solomon cut himself off. “That’s it… That’s the third quote.” 

“What’s the third- oh… Oh.” 

You and Solomon look at each other. “The second quote, it’s how I-”

You cut Solomon off. “The first quote, it’s how I feel about you too.”

“I think the book wants us to stop dancing around our feelings and finally admit we love each other.” Solomon was looking at you. His gaze was intense but soft at the same time. You didn’t know how he could do that. 

“I think you’re right… So I’ll go first. Solomon, I am completely, unequivocally in love with you. Your turn.”

Solomon hesitated. “MC… Could you be happy here with me?” Solomon didn’t want to go home. He didn’t want all of your time to be taken up by the brothers and the royals again. He wanted a world where you were happy and with him.

“Yes, I could… But Solomon, we don’t belong here.”

“Could we just stay a little longer? I just want you to be happy with me for a little longer.” Solomon almost looked vulnerable. 

You gave him a small, soft smile. “Solomon, I could be happy with you anywhere. Let’s go home.”

Solomon nodded, a smile crossing his face. “MC, you have my whole heart. I love you too.”

There was a flash of light and you were back in the store, in Solomon’s arms and holding the book.

“Remind me to not just randomly touch cursed looking books next time. As great as that was, we’re lucky we didn’t end up inside out or something.” 

You laughed, looking up at him. He smiled and leaned his head down to kiss you. Yeah, you were gonna keep this book for yourself. 

[matenrou-fan]

May I request Diavolo and Lucifer in a poly relationship with a female baker reader?

Diavolo x fem! baker! s/o x Lucifer

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-Ooh, poor Barbatos.. He has a competition now right here..

-Well, but can I really call it 'competition' if we all already know the winner? Of course it would be you. Because both your boyfriends are waiting for your baking more than for holidays.

-"Mm.. This pie that you made today, s/o.. It's absolutely fantastic!" - Diavolo laughs, with his casual loud tone. - "I haven't eaten something so sweet for centuries! And the dough is so soft it's like it's melting in my mouth.."

"Oh, Dia, stop it.." - You can't help but chuckle too, as it's really hard to stay calm and serious when the young Lord is smiling like that. - "You literally had a little tea party with Lucifer yesterday, aren't you? I'm sure Barbatos treated you two with no less yummy things.."

"Great considerable skill, even if it was developed and gone deeper through a hundred years, will never withstand a pure savour of real love.." - low chuckle escapes Lucifer's lips as he looks at you. - "It more feels not like the softness of the dough, but more like the softness of your caring heart, s/o.."

"What a great way to compliment, Lucifer!" - Diavolo gets surprised along with you, then titters shyly. - "Ahh, now I want to amuse s/o with my grateful words too.. Or maybe a kiss would be better to show my appreciation..?"

-It doesn't matter if baking is your job or just a hobby, your boyfriends would spoil you with presents to help you improve your skill and learn something new.

-And they both will choose everything themselves. For example, Lucifer can just ask (order?) Satan checks the library or bookstore for new recipe books for you, because his little brother knows these places inside out. Yet he prefers to go all alone, slowly exploring store shelves, flipping through different books. He will try to find something with only new interesting recipes, or with the things you say you wanted to bake..

-And Diavolo can just rely on his loyal servant's taste, as Barbatos is really good at finding high-quality spices and seasonings for his own cooking.. But your lover would go with his underling, to choose something himself, that he thinks would please your soul. Hm, aren't you talking about these expensive sprinkles a few days ago?

-Uh.. But there's so many magic items in Devildom, who knows what ended up in your arms this time?

-"Hm.. These strudels you made this time, darling. They're so much sugar.." - Diavolo mumbled, quickly draining his cup of tea. - "Even for me.. It's so sweet.."

"Was something in your mind when you baked it, s/o..?" - Lucifer also seems so unpleasant after a few bites, cause he had less sweet tooth than your other lover.

"I'm sorry.. Apparently, the baking soda I added this time had some magic effect.." - with blush on your cheeks, your gaze was fixed on a small package, too ashamed to look at your beloved demons.

"Mm? There's a small footnote.. If someone will use it for cooking for their lover, the level of sugar in the final product will increase depending on the strength of their love.." - Lucifer gets behind you and leans closer, reading over your shoulder.

For a moment you all froze.. How can you not notice this small note?! Yet then a prideful demon smirked, watching as your face got even more red:

"Oh.. how sweet of you, s/o.."

"I.. I have no choice but to savor every last bit of your love in that case, s/o.." - Diavolo nods as his cheeks also get redder, and he places another piece of strudel in his mouth with a more pleasant face.

"I also suddenly have an appetite for more.."

-I also totally can see Diavolo willing to learn something himself to understand what you're talking about, just because he gets kinda jealous when see you chatting with Barb about some new topping you find.

-"Oh! Yes, I do understand..!" - sparkles of joy flash in his pale yellow eyes, making it shine almost like gold. - "You're talking about bicarbonate of soda, aren't you..?"

"Hehe, no, dear.. It's cream of tartar, actually" - a small smirk appears on your lips. You were showing them both the new ingredients you bought for your next dessert, and it looks like Diavolo gets really interested. - "Well, but your guess was kinda close.."

"Since when did you start to understand something in baking? Or at least try to understand, Diavolo?" - your other lover smirks too, looking at different bags in your arms.

"W-well.. I just thought if I would know more I would be able to support s/o more in her interest.." - a small blush appears on Diavolo's cheeks as he looks away, shooting his eyes with furrowed brows in embarrassment.

"Oh! Then maybe we should ask our little darling to teach us?" - Lucifer's amused gaze meets yours. - "What do you think about it, chef?"

-Kitchen in House of Lamentation survived enough things already, so it turns for Demon Lord's Castle's Kitchen now. Cause it's gonna be an interesting experience..

-Lucifer would try to do everything accurately and carefully. He's an avatar of Pride, after all, he wants to surprise you with his cooking skill and receive some praise and compliments from you. When Diavolo would be more goofy, using this quality time not only to learn something but just to fool around with you.

-And everything ended up with Lucifer also playing along with your antics, forgetting about his role as strict partner, and actually enjoying some silly time. Yes, he will also love corny things like smearing each other's noses in cream or getting the whole kitchen in flour..

-"Huh.. I always scold my brother for this mess they always make in our place when it's their time to make dishes.. But it turns out I'm no better than them.." - Lucifer mumbled with furrowed brows and crossed arms after you three calmed down, and was just standing, catching your breath, all in dough, cream and glaze.

"Hahaha! But it was absolutely delightful, wasn't it?" - the loud laugh of Diavolo thundered through the whole kitchen, as he was even more excited and playful than usual now. - "I'm sure it would be the most delicious thing we all ever taste..!"

"Well, we will know after half an hour.." - you giggle, looking at the working oven. - "I think this time would be enough for us to clean at least part of this mess.."

"You're right.. Just please, never tell my brothers about this thing.." - Lucifer's voice gets quieter as he looks at you with a soft gaze. - "I don't want them to know about this side of me.. It's our little secret, okay?"

"Then maybe we should keep the whole situation confidential?" - Diavolo chuckles, his fingers on his lips. - "Despite the fact that I do want to brag a little about our ultimate cake, I also wish that this tea party would be enjoyed by just the three of us.."

[m2jay]

Soul Touch [Ford x OC]

Here's a little preview of what's in the story. Thanks to the release of "The Book of Bill" and the dating sim game "Swooning Over Stans," I think it was time for me to contribute to the Gravity Falls fandom and write a fanfic. Here's a part of it:

◬◬Bill's POV◬◬

"A X O L O T L! My time has come to burn! I invoke the ancient power that I may return."

        To think that using the last of my powers in Stanley's mind would lead me to this. That damn con artist is really going to get it this time. As I invoked the strength I had left inside, I managed to survive within the cosmos life other deities are able to do. Banished to a realm amongst the stars, I was met with the AXOLOTL. Though soothing of a presence, it's not my style.

        I crave chaos and destruction, one that leaves me with a good laugh. Seeing the terror amongst humans is absolutely amusing, and it's fun to see how far they'll go for their own selfish desires. They live in a meaningless way. There's nothing good about the world they fight so hard to go on in. Why do they fight so hard for a life that just ultimately has so much struggle in the end? Having infinite power is where it's really at. They're all too stupid to understand.

        The party had stopped. Time was dead and meaning had no meaning. Existence was upside-down and I reigned supreme briefly. I had it all. 

        Everything was in my grasp, even ol' Fordsy too. The fact that I was outsmarted by his lesser half is an absolute embarrassment to my existence. It's not fair, and I will get him back, along with the whole damn Pines family. They will get what's coming to them once I get out.

        I've been locked away in Theraprism in Dimension #5150. It's a neutral zone that's outside of time. If I were stronger, I'd have destroyed this useless place. I'm tired of pretending to be something I'm not in order to get out of here.

        I had many crimes against reality against me. I've done memory laundering, breaking and entering the fabric of space-time, chrono-infanti-regicide, multilevel  marketing, psychic torture, the "2nd-Dimension Incident," and Weirdmageddon. Personally, I don't think this is all that bad to keep me locked up in one of the highest wellness centers of space and time.

        People don't change, not even GODS. Wanna know how to get out of a mental ward, kid? It's faking it. You tell them what they want to hear. You mask everything. Don't be your true self. Trust no one.

        My power isn't as strong as the AXOLOTL, but I still got it. I've managed to fabricate a book that will go out into the Pine's family's dimension. I call it "The Book of Bill." Pretty clever, right? It's pretty impressive if I do say so myself.

        If anything, of all gods, why am I here? Isn't there some Christian entity or something that went against the God or whatever. If anything, why not blame all my atrocities on that guy, huh? Don't a lot of people do that anyways to get away with things? I mean seriously, I'm not the embodiment of bad itself or anything. Let's blame it on that Satan guy. There's so many dimensional timelines, I can't be the ONLY BEING THIS BAD HERE! 

        I can't lose my cool completely here. Heck, not even at all. I need to keep up the façade in order to get out. That's right, and I'll be out here soon. I just know it. My all-seeing eye is still capable of looking through the abundant paths people can take. I see the last opportunity and will take it for myself. 

        Sixer, you're in for something that cannot be fixed. I'll make sure you regret not taking my hand to rule dimensions and travel across galaxies at my side. When I get my hands on you again, I will turn you back into a gold statue that'll be erected onto my record player, forever in a musical dance that spins. You'll be sorry.

        As for your good for nothing brother, there's an end for him that I am counting on. Just you wait, Stanley. Punching my eye and breaking my body in the mind space will be the last time you'll ever lay your mortal hands on me.

        I need to smear my mind blank. The SEA ANGEL of the Theraprism is here. Oh, how she's easy to manipulate. I guess it's why you can consider the gal an angel. It's a shame for her, really, because she's so easy to manipulate. The way she thinks I'm actually changing is HILARIOUS! What a shame for them for when their time comes. They'll all see.

        "Bill Cipher, good stars!" The dim-witted SEA ANGEL greeted happily.

        "Yes, good stars! Haha.." I greeted. 'Haha..'

☪︎ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･⋆˖⁺‧��☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･❂

Links to the fanfics will be listed here so far:

Wattpad

Quotev

[squiddy-god]

NRVWX Satan wedding alphabet

Re upload from Terminated blog squid-god-supreme, hope you enjoy this

N-Night time (what about the wedding night? the time after the party?maybe even the more spicy wedding night activities)

Ohohohohohoh

So after the party, when he finally gets you back to the house of lamentation and your FINALLY all alone satan takes a moment to just hold you

Like wow, he almost can’t believe that this has finally happened

So he takes a minute to hold you, no talking, no annoying brothers barging in and ruining the moment

Just you and him, together, peaceful and sweet.

Now after all that mushy stuff is over satan is more than ready to get on with the more spicy wedding night activities

Chances are you’ve both done it before so you both know each others bodys but this time feels…different

This time is really special.

And so its a lot more gentle, no kinky stuff, just sweet gentle love making, nothing extreme, its intimate and vulnerable.

R- Rest of our life (do they want to spend the rest of their life with you? Do they ever want this moment to end?)

Look, he’s a demon, he knows that he’s probably going to live muchhhhh longer than you unless he can find something in a book-

However if his proposal is anything to go by, he also thinks that your soul mates, star crossed lovers that are meant to be (god i love his proposal)

So id say yes, he wants to spend as long as he can with you by his side, his precious y/n, his sweet human, his soulmate.

And if he can find a way to spend an eternity together, then of course he’d take it

He loves you, he wouldn’t have married you if he didnt, i imagine marriage is very important to demons because it isn’t exactly like human marriage

He loves you so much and he wants you with him forever, and even if he loses you he knows he’ll find you again, because your soulmates.

V-Vows! (what are your vows to each other)

His; “y/n, i love you deeply, in my bones i know that i love you, it burns inside me as bright a flame as my rage, being with you is better than reading any book in the 3 relms, being able to kiss you, having you accept me, its bliss, it makes me feel hole, like im ME, because you love me, i know it sounds sappy but…your my soulmate, just like in the book i want us to have a happy ending, i want us to keep writing this book together. I love you y/n”

Yours ; “satan, i love you truly, the love i feel for you fills me with warmth and makes butterflies float in my stomach. You’ve never quite been an open book, always sealed shut and locked away, but i’m so unbelievably glad that you opened up to me, let me read the writing you keep hidden away. I love all of you, your tears, your anger, the walks we take at night, all of you. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs, a lot of missteps and fumbles, but we’ve always worked through them together, and I want to keep doing that, because you’re my soulmate, and i’m yours.”

W- Walking down!! (what do they feel when your walking down the aisle)

Joy, pride, calmness

Satan feels a serge of joy rush through him, you’re marrying him, you’re choosing to spend your life with him, how could he not be happy? You’re so beautiful as you walk down, walking towards him with nothing but love, he feels happy and warm inside.

He also feels pride, you love HIM, your marrying HIM, out of all the demon, angles, and humans you’re walking down the aisle towards him, your his and he’s yours, the amount of pride he has knowing that fact sends him over the moon, your perfect to him, and knowing that your walking towards him is a massive ego boost

See you makes him feel calm, everyone has doubts, even the cool and collected satan was worried, mind flooded with what if’s and imagination running wild with possibilities, but seeing you walk down the aisle towards him makes him feel calm, the worries washing away and becoming peaceful, he feels at ease and reassured seeing you.

X- Xtra! (a random hc about the wedding)

Mammon cries, mammon is legit balling his eyes out so lucifer has to shut him up

Lucifer is the one who walks you down the aisle

Everything is very subtly cat themed, little decorations on the note cards, small hints to cats, at first glance it’s all normal but in reality it’s all slightly cat themed.

[aleksanderscult]

I think that either you can respect different interpretations of your book, or you have to state exactly what you want to convey. So what's stopping Leigh from releasing those Darkling pov chapters she has written. Let us read his thoughts and find out for ourselves how evil he really is. Whenever we get in his head in the written material, he is thinking of sunlight and then everyone else is like look at that evil mf.

Yup. Exactly.

I believe that Leigh likes the Darkling's character, she doesn't hate him. But she just doesn't know what to do with him, you know.

She has said it herself that whenever people call him "good" she says "No! He killed people!". And when people call him "evil" she says "No! He's not! He has just been through a lot!". And she has also explained that she's a cranky author. She kinda wants readers to perceive her characters the way she sees them.

Anyway, you're right that any author must let the readers decide themselves about the characters inside the novels. And if you want to make someone truly bad, show it. Don't have other characters say "He's manipulating!" when we (the readers) don't remember where the fuck that happened. Show it instead of saying "He's bad".

AND DON'T START ME ABOUT HIS POVS

The fact that she has written the Darkling's POV in S&B and S&S makes me FERAL!!!

I

WANT

THEM!!!

I would exchange my soul to read them. To read what he thinks of Alina, what were his true plans, were these kisses fucking genuine? (I just want the confirmation), his mad thoughts about M*l etc etc.

I just pray that one day we'll be able to get them. And when we do, we'll celebrate together, guys (and I'll analyse the fuck out of them)

Also, you're right that his POV in RoW wasn't that dark? He truly showed us that he's not unhinged as many make him to be. He seemed reasonable, intelligent, determined, strategic, willing to fight and protect his followers and even showed us that he has a sense of humor!

The Darkling in his POV: "Oh look how the sun is shining!"

The readers: "SHUT UP SATANIC EVIL SPAWN OF THE DEVIL!!! ✝️✝️"

[belphegorspillow]

Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!MC] [Soulmate AU]

Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!Mc] [Soulmate AU]

Chapter 4: A Gold[ie] Pact

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mini Important note on story: if hair is white for your MC Solomon’s soulmate bound [White streak of hair] changes to Blue [His eye colour] and the h/c in his hair changes to your eye colour.

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Mc dragged themself out of the room as the sign language book was shoved into their bag alongside the books they would need for their classes. They yawned a bit, they had been up all night trying to figure out how to sign, they couldn’t let it slip that one of their soulmates was a demon, especially the demon prince.

As they entered the Dining room to be faced with a few people sitting at the table. Lucifer glanced over at Mc. He started to move his hands to start making a few signs in their direction. Mc noticed and took a moment to try and think before signing back in his direction. “Good Morning Mc.” “Good Morning Lucifer. You learnt sign fast.” 

Mc was still waking up so a few signs were a bit messy and incorrect, but Lucifer was getting it, or his pride was in the way of admitting he didn’t know some of what Mc was signing.

Satan seemed to glance over and noticed the hand movements, seemingly understanding the conversation going between the two. “What are you two doing?” Asmodeus asked as he scooped some Bat Jelly into his spoon and watched the two. 

“Sign Language.” Satan explained to his brother and he made a small motioning with his hands, which was just ‘hello’ which Mc smiled and signed ‘Hello’ back to the best of their beginner ability. “Satan is correct.” Lucifer responded as he went to take a sip of his coffee. “Which you all will be required to learn.” Lucifer’s eyes specifically shot towards the white hair male.

“Hey! What ya looking at me for!” Lucifer sighed and shook his head, he wasn’t in the mood for this - not after spending all night doing paperwork and learning the basics of sign language. “Oh MC! You know sign. How do you say my name?” Asmodeus asked as Mc sat down beside him. They were really glad they spend an entire night going over this....

Mc was trying to figure out their way to their next class inside of rad, they awkwardly started to walk by a group of demons as they were all whispering about them, wanting to eat their soul.

“Hey, You there.” A voice called behind, causing Mc to turn around to see a white haired male. Though what stood out was a streak of h/c hair that was standing out of the white. [If your hair is white, change it to your favourite colour]

Mc tenses up a bit as they grab the strand of white/blue hair and tucked it away to hide behind the rest of their h/c hair.

“That’s right, I’m talking to you, the human with that fightened, tormented look on your face that demons love so much.” The white hair male smiled a bit. “You’re practically screaming  ‘Come eat me! I’m Scrumptious!’” He chuckled a bit. “Your name is Mc, right? This D.D.D here belongs to you, right? I saw you drop it just now. Here, take it.” He placed it into Mc’s palm.

Mc glanced at their phone, checking if anything happened. “Haha. What’s with that look? There is no need to be suspicious of me. My name is Solomon, I’m an exchange student from the human world, just like you. Nice to meet you Mc.” Mc started to type before showing Solomon the screen. ‘Nice to meet you...I need your help.’

Solomon looked up from the screen. “What’s that now? You’re saying you need my help? But you’ve got Mammon looking after you, right? Although, I guess he is more of a liability than an asset..” Solomon hummed. “Choosing Mammon for a job like that, you have to either be crazy or playing a joke...Lucifer is trying to mess with you...” He laughed a bit. “Ahaha, poor you!”

Mc just glared slightly at him, though he just seemed to ignore it. “ Still, despite your situation, you’re going to be fine. Things aren’t bad enough that you need my help. Trust me, I can tell.” His eyes seemed to look at someone behind you. “Uh-oh. I better get going. See you around Mc, Take care.” With a small wave, Solomon left your view.

“Mc.” Mc jumped a bit at the new voice, Mc glanced behind to see Lucifer standing behind them. “Good morning again Mc.. You’ve become quite the celebrity here, haven’t you?” He hummed before he started to sign a bit, though Mc was thankful that Lucifer was speaking as he was signing, it made it easier for Mc to know what he was trying to say.

“You were talking with Solomon earlier? You and he are the only human exchange students. Seeing as you’re both human,it’s fine if you associate with him.. but know he can’t be trusted.” Mc didn’t know if they could trust Lucifer’s words about Solomon. 

Mc soon clicked their fingers, getting the attention of Lucifer. They started to sign a bit. “I have a question. What happens if something gets confiscated?” Lucifer hummed as he read the movement before taking a moment to respond. “Why would you want to know something like that? Regardless, I suppose it doesn’t hurt to tell you. Compared to other schools, RAD allows quite a lot of freedom, but if the student council decides that a student possesses something that is causing problems, we do confiscate it in some cases. Sometimes we return items, and sometimes we dont. Any particular reasoning?” Mc was pretty glad that Lucifer went to speaking instead of signing - Mc know how to sign, just now the struggle of understanding long sentences and more complicated words were a different story...

‘What is Mammon’s most important item?’ Mc signed a bit as they noticed Lucifer taking a bit longer to figure out. “That would have to be money. If you took all of his money away from him, what else would be left? Nothing. Money can take lots of different forms. But regardless, Mammon will spend it as long as he has money in his hands. So in order to impose some limits of my own. There is a certain form of money I’ve frozen in his case..” Before Mc could do anything else, The bell rang. “You’d better hurry to class, you wouldn’t want to be late on your first day.”

Mc watched as Lucifer left their sight, a small sigh left them as they started to look for the class they needed. They would find themselves seated behind Satan and in front of Beel, while the seat beside them was empty, though a pen had scribbled ‘Belphegor’ on the side along with Satan and Beel’s names - with a burger, cat and stars nearby - Mc could take a guess who their seatmate is.

They pulled out the sign language book as class began, time to get this all in their head...

Mc laid in bed as they were studying through the sign language text book - with their tastebuds reacting to different foods - guessing their soulmate was eating... As much as their books scattered on the ground that had homework to be completed, Mc was more concerned about keeping up the lies on not being able to speak. 

Mc soon heard a ping of their D.D.D, picking it up to notice a message from Levi

Leviathan You say Lucifer mentioned having frozen something?  Are you Absolutely sure that’s what he said? Mc Yep, I’m sure. Leviathan Come to the kitchen. Right now. Don’t tell anyone that you’re meeting with me. I don’t want to be mistaken for hanging out with a human normie.

Mc sighed as they stuffed the sign language book underneath their bed along side the green cat notebook. They grabbed their jacket and zipped it closed before heading out to meet with Levi

Hearing noises of someone eating, Mc tenses up and covered their mouth as they turned the corner to find Beelzebub eating whatever he could find. “Oh. What are you doing up so late?” Beel asked as he tossed the empty carton of food in the bin. ‘I was hungry’ Mc lied as they mouthed it to him

The male smiled a bit. “Ah, you’re hungry? That makes two of us then. In that cause, I understand the feeling of hunger at night, its not like you can wait til morning. Oh and the refrigerator is empty. I already ate everything in there.” Beel smiled, though he seemed a bit apologetic about it. Mc glanced at him. ‘Beelzebub?’ 

Beel humed a bit as Mc mouthed out his name. ‘Who is Belphegor? He is the guy who was meant to be sitting beside me in class. Was he sick?’ Mc wanted to know before they would end up finding a random demon next to them...

Beel seemed to tense up and his face turned into anger. “Now Listen. Don’t you ever mention him in front of Lucifer. Just so we’re clear, I’m not going to tell you anything,either. Lucifer would yell at me if I did. and don’t bother asking any of my brothers, either. No one talks about him.....Even though he is our brother.” Mc soon clicked. Belphegor, was the brother who was missing. They met 6 of them, besides the youngest....what happened? “We have to treat him like he doesn’t exist...It’s not right...” Beelzebub’s face faltered and he sighed. “But since no one can defy Lucifer....” He pushed the feeling aside and looked back at MC. “You know what? This isn’t any of your business, human. I’m leaving...” Beel left the kitchen

Mc was left in silence for a moment before hearing. ‘Psst...hey!’ Mc looked around to find Levi getting out of a cupboard. ‘Why were you there?’ Mc mouthed over to Levi. “What do you think? Beel was just in here! I can’t have him finding me here with you! Now can I?!” 

Levi cleared his throat before speaking again. “If it’s really true and Lucifer definetly used the word ‘Frozen’? Then it has to be hidden here.” Levi started to dig through the freezer, taking out some bags of ice, an old tub of ice cream and soon stopping as he took out a chunk of ice with a card inside. Mammon’s Credit card

“Found it! Lucifer wasn’t lying. It really IS Frozen.” Levi found himself starting to chuckle as he started to take it out. “Gah- It’s really heavy...” Levi grumbled as he carried it towards the microwave and shoved it inside, turning on the appliance.

“What’s up with all the racket,you two?...Hey! Wait a minute!...There in the microwave...” Mammon took a double take a froze a bit. “That looks like Goldie! my credit card! My baby! The one thing more important to me than life itself...! Get it outta there before it gets damaged!”

Levi took it out, luckily some of the ice melted so it was easier to hold. Levi dropped it on the ground, to let some ice break off and he pulled out the card.

“So, Mammon. Do you want your card back?” Levi hummed as he held the card in his hand, clearing having the power in this situation. Mammon got on the ground and bowed a bit, clasping his hands together as he begged. “You’d BETTER! um...I mean yes, please...Please give it back, Leviathan, sir...!” Mc was surprised at this sudden change in attitude.

“ Wow that’s embarrassing.” Levi laughed a bit as he held the card. “I can’t believe all it took for you to abandon your pride! You’re even down on your knees! You’re one of the rulers of the Devildom, Mammon. Shouldn’t you be ashamed of yourself?” Levi calmed down a bit and sighed. “Well, whatever... If you want your card back. I want you to give me the Seraphina figurine you won at the convenience store.” Mammon looked at him, confused. “I don’t remember winning anything...”

That comment clearly didn’t help Levi’s anger. “I don’t believe this! You forgot that you even had her! How could you!” Mammon groaned as he just wanted his card back. “I’ll give ya what you want, Just give me back my credit card!”

“Alright, but there is one more condition: I want you to make a pact with this human.” “Right a pact, fine. I’m more than happy to do whatever you-” Mammon suddenly froze at what he heard. “...wait WHAT?! Why d’ya want ME to make a PACT?!” Levi smiled a bit and hummed. “Think about it: If you make the pact with MC, you do what ever you’re told, right? Then Mc will order you to give me back my money immediately! And since you can’t refuse, you’ll do exactly that! Game over, I win!”

Mammon grumbled. “I don’t believe this. It’s just money Levi! I can’t believe you’d go through all this trouble!” Levi’s happiness soon stopped as he started to argue back. “Remind me again who tossed their pride aside to get his hands on a credit card?” 

Mammon looked over at Mc. “Human! What’re ya thinking, lettin’ Levi use you like this? Are ya stupid! Go on! Say something.” Mc looked at the two and sighed silently before looking at Mammon and mouthing out. ‘Make a pact with me, Mammon.

“No way! Not interested! I am Mammon! Avatar of Greed! One of the seven rulers of the Devildom! Fool...do you actually think I would let some human be the boss of me?!” Levi hummed as he held the card in his hand.

“Oh Lucifer! Mammon’s here unfreezing his credit card!” Levi called out. Mammon suddenly changed and laughed. “I mean of course! I’ll make a pact with you human! I’d be thrilled to!”

As the process began. A light burning sensation was happening on their back, around about where their heart is located. A small flash of yellow appeared in their eyes before turning back to one e/c and the other purple [thanks to their soulmate].

Their pact with Mammon has been made.

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Note: Pact marks do exist in this story. So MC is gonna be covered in pact marks and their soulmate marks. 

Why? Because I want to :]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 5: Angels and Purple Dreams  [9.2.2023]

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The Mark of the Bees

Title largely unrelated to subject matter (The Mark, book eight of the Left Behind series). I just wanted to say "The Mark of the Bees." And now I have. Thank you for your indulgence.

The characters, in case you've forgotten:

The Tribulation Force: Rayford Steele, pilot; Buck Williams, journalist; Chloe Williams, organizer; Kenny Williams, infant; Tsion Ben-Judah, internet evangelist and ex-rabbi; Chaim Rosenzweig, new Israeli convert; Mac McCullum, backup pilot; Abdullah Smith, backup to the backup pilot; Albie, former black-marketer, espionage expert; David Hassid, IT guy on the inside; Annie Christopher, David's girlfriend; Hattie Durham, bitter ex-girlfriend of the Beast.

The Global Community: Nicolae Carpathia, risen lord and deity of the GC, in other words, the Antichrist; Leon Fortunato, Satan's little helper; Viv Ivins, role unclear.

Okay, so Nicolae's just come back from the dead, but, despite extremely limited changes in demeanor, our lead characters know he's possessed by Satan. Alright, what does this mean for Nicolae himself? Is his soul in Hell? Is he trapped in his body? He had a decent relationship with Satan already; maybe they're copiloting? Stay tuned while I figure out which answer is funniest.

Tsion leads Chaim in Bible study, saying that soon he will be "an expert about our own people," meaning the Jewish people. Because, as we all know, Christians know more about Judaism than Jews do.

Many of the group's capers owe their success to Albie's fake identity as a GC officer. Rayford seeks a similar false identity, hoping that David can get him into the system at a higher rank than Albie. Never mind that Albie has proven himself better at this whole "Impersonating the enemy" business - Rayford's the leader, so he should outrank him in disguise too.

Buck gets a new car, which the narration gushes about. I guess I can't begrudge the authors their hobbies.

Rayford and Albie go looking for Hattie, who wound up in GC custody in the last book. On the way, they find Steve Plank, Buck's old boss who vanished from the story a few books ago. He's wounded and deformed, but he converted and opposes the GC from the inside under a false identity. I suppose the only question now is how he'll really die, given that no character with more than a few pages of relevance can leave the story any other way.

It turns out that Annie was killed in the last book, randomly lightning'd to death by Leon, but we only learn about it now. I think it would have been more impactful for David to see her die at the hands of the enemy rather than finding out about it after the fact, but maybe that's just me.

Hattie becomes a Christian, and I can only assume that her days are numbered now that her ongoing struggle has been resolved.

Tsion, via his blog posts internet transmissions, tells people not to take the titular Mark (of the Beast), despite the threat of death for not doing so, because it will irrevocably damn them to Hell, but he also says that True Christians with the seal of God on their foreheads "will not be able to turn [their] back on Christ." It's never explained what this means for people who might take the Mark. Do you lose your salvation if you take it? Does the Mark not affect the saved? Will the Mark simply not apply itself to a sealed believer? I have many questions and the book is very slow to answer them.

Leon discusses the rollout of the Mark, mentioning that people can choose "design and size" as well as its location. A few preset designs have been mentioned, but I wonder - can you design your own? That'd be kinda fun actually - a visual mark everyone gets, but everyone puts their own spin on it. New worldbuilding idea...

"You can just squeegee me off the floor and pour me down the drain." I will give you no context because it's funnier that way.

Nicolae's office is being renovated, and he asks for several full-length mirrors, because "Why deprive myself of the joy others luxuriate in? They get to look at me whenever they want." I aspire to this level of confidence in my body.

This series has exactly one running joke, and it's at the expense of Abdullah's limited English - he used the word "pout" as an adjective rather than a verb once, and now people ask him if he "is pout." It's funny only by comparison to the rest of the book, but I'll take what I can get.

Apparently "amateur craftsmen in their backyards" are making guillotines for the GC. All I can think of is reddit posts in the woodworking subreddit featuring pictures of cute, intricately decorated guillotines with a blurb about the wood and techniques used and how it'll be donated to the GC.

Buck and Albie, disguised, watch a group of Greek Christians get martyred for not taking the Mark. Too often this series tells without showing, but here we get the experience of watching your comrades die lovingly described to us. More of this please.

The narration refers to people who've taken the Mark as having "ignorantly sealed their fate." This is something I don't understand about whatever brand of Christianity the authors are pushing. In Catholicism, for example, if you commit a mortal sin without knowing it's wrong, your culpability in the eyes of God is reduced and you wouldn't automatically go to Hell if you died right then. But in LaHaye and Jenkins' world, you can do something without knowing it's wrong and God will reject you forever. Catholicism has its issues - why do you think I'm an atheist? - but at the very least its God is understanding of circumstances. The God of Left Behind wants to see people suffer.

Tsion finally reveals why saved Christians can't take the Mark to decieve their enemies and further their cause - God "miraculously overcomes" your self-preservation instincts and provides the "grace and courage" to go to your death. In other words, you can't take the Mark because God will mind-control you to refuse. That's not the answer I was expecting, but okay.

Our new friend Chang, a teenage believer who's about to be employed by the GC, is drugged and given the Mark despite his protests. He is still saved, because he never agreed to take the Mark. You'd think the same logic would apply to people being threatened with death if they don't take the mark, because consent under duress is not consent, but God wants to see people die for him, so Chang gets a special exception.

It's said that "no one would fake the mark of the beast," and it's mentioned that the penalty for doing so is death, but why wouldn't you at least try if the penalty for being caught without a Mark is death anyway? With the GC terrifically understaffed and security at an all-time low, it could buy a disguised believer some time, even if they didn't have the microchip that all marks contain. And there's nothing in the Scriptures that says a fake Mark will damn you.

Well, that was certainly a book. I can only assume the next one will be more frustrating.

[heart-cream]

A CURSE!

Pt.2!!! Creds to idea:Now I personally wouldn’t let that slide🤔,First I would get reincarnated into a different body but act the same and dress the same way when I was In my old body,then I will purposely go inside there life’s and mess with them to the point they get paranoid,After that I will die in front of them the same way past me did😻

Read part 1 to understand

@ilikeendermans

After you died a few months ago your soul was unrestful and vengeful. You wandered the earth not able to cross to the celestial realm nor the devildom. You watched everything with a dead expression pretty ironic huh?

While you were doing your daily floating around with oz you watched a small kid pull out a book from the library. You knew her at one point what was her name...?

She was that one flower girl called flora! You looked at the book she picked out, it was a kids book with pictures. You sat next to her and read along.

It was a story about a girl reincarnating after the whole town treats her terrible and acting like her old self scaring the town shitless.

It was a comedy book despite the dark backstory. You realized that this would be a perfect plan for revenge. You overheard the other ghosts talking about some human program and started planning it out.

You found out how to reincarnate and though about how you wanted to look the complete opposite of how you used to look (for ex:blond to black) and got to work.

Thankfully when you reincarnated you werent born and had to go through childhood. You were given an electro vision. You pulled every string you could and began to go back to your old house and got all your clothes and other things.

When you got delivered the letter the show began.

When you arrived with oz (now called zo since he also want to avenge you) took on the form of a snowy owl.

You started the same thing that happened last time. They greeted you. Zo attacked yadayada. The brothers soon noticed something off about you.

You acted exactly like her

You dressed in the exact clothes that only a few things were different.

You were the same but looked so different????

You had the same persona but you called yourself the prinzessin ver devutilang. A close nams but also different

Soon they became attached because you resembled f/n so much.

But then...

You became too much like her.

You even had a bird called zo! Thats just oz backwards!

They became wary of you and started watching you

You would be so sweet to thsm like f/n. They became paranoid and would watch you every move carfully.

You engaged in the same hobbies as f/n and acted exactly the same.

They became obsessed with you.

Lucifer would let you off the hook for anything. What do you mean miss.lucia? Y/n didnt beat the shit out of a student using their vision to the point that the student almost stopped breathing?

Mammon became over protective and wouldnt leave you alone for a long period of time.

Leviathan would try his best to keep you in his room without mammon interfering

Satan would get mad and act like a maniac to whoever got too close / even slightly rude to you

Asmodeus did everything he would do with f/n with you such as make outfits based on the clothes that you and f/n would wear.

Beelzebub brings you to places and qould be extra intimidating to ward off people

Belphegor kept you close to him and would occasionally mumble your old name.

After you had tugged yourself tight into their life the vision started doing its job of killing you.

You got insanely sick and the brother's noticed but this time they actually cared until you died because pf your vision along with zo

The brothers wailed and went through grief after thinking you sent y/n as a gift

You can finally rest easy now that you got vengeance on them

[panzershrike-pretz]

Enoch & Horace

Source: x x x | x x x | x x x -> song: The Hearse Song

Don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by For you may be the next to die They wrap you up in bloody sheets To drop you six feet underneath They put you in a pinewood box And cover you up with dirt and rocks It all goes well for about a week And then, your coffin begins to leak

[...]

Your brain turns into maggot pie Your liver starts to liquify And for the living, all is well As you sink further into hell And the flames rise up to drag you down Into the fire, where you will drown Your skin melts off as you descend And Satan tears you limb from limb Your suffering will never end And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out They'll eat your guts and then shit them out And when your bones begin to rot The worms remain, but you do not So don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by For someday, you'll be the one to die And when Death brings his cold despair Ask yourself, "Will anyone care?"

- About;

- Enoch O'Connor Mahari Raskólnikov - he/him - England

Enoch's name comes from MPHFPC, as does Horace's. Enoch being a biblical name, the father of Mathusaleah. It means dedicated, trained and disciplined, which is very much what Enoch is.

Mahari and Raskólnikov, a japanese and a russian surnames were adopted by him after his parents: Hanabi and Rodion respectively. In-story Enoch chose to accept both his adoptive parents names as a way to honor them and show how graceful he was for the love he was given by them.

- Fighter

His role aboard Blithe is that of a fighter. As the name suggests, he works for defense or aid during raids; he's not all that fond of firearms or even swords - his main way of attack is by using Pax, his Hollow, as a shield or as an attacker. Due to his thick skin, size and being mostly invisible, Pax is extremely useful.

Other than that, Enoch is also responsible for sending the dead to the Other Side - that is, making an oppening so Pennydarren can guide them to their destiny, by cleaning the body and soul of those who die.

- Mordeshor (+ Shadow Speaker)

A Mordeshor (a term I got from a book, I believe it's called Winter's Magic) is a person able to see and comunicate with the dead; they stand in a thin veil between life and death - created by the Goddess of Death herself to care for souls and help the Gods. Killing one of them brings infinite doom, as their killer is cursed to die but never be able to move on to the after life.

As you can tell, Enoch's an important guy - most for the disgust of his enemies. Being able to see the dead and make their souls visible for the living, if they so desire, is one of his powers. Other than that he can do some minor necromancy by playing a flute, so dead corpses get up to follow him when he needs to move them.

Finally, he can see Creatures of Shadows, such as Pax, and talk to them by connecting to their minds. It's not something easy, because it drains a lot of energy (especially if there's no bond between the Speaker and the Creature) and, amidst a battle against the beast it's something even worse to try and talk to them.

All of it comes with some side effects; being capable of feeling what a Shadow Creature feels can take a tool on one's body, alongside increased anxiety and difficult to sleep. Spending too long inside a Hollow's brain can make someone go crazy, and it's always a fight having to control your own body and the body of a monster sepparetly at the same time. Besides, Mordeshores ates outcasts - people either fear or find them disgusting, so it's a hard deal living, especially in modern times.

Many Mordeshores consider their own powers a curse and stories say that they were never chosen to help the Goddess of Death - it was instead a blood-curse given to someone who wronged her. Athena never addressed it.

- Personality

He's very bitter, always tired and in a bad mood. Normally, the crew leave him be, doing his thing so they don't have to deal with his sassy remarks and uncalled comments. He spends too much time just cursing and being a pain in the ass.

Even if most of the time Enoch is terrible to be around with, guven his poor social skills and plain rudeness, the crew still holds mixed feelings about his company. He's useful and even if pouting the entire time, he does anything to keep his friends safe - it gets tiring to hear his voice all the time, but it's the price they pay for not shoving him to the sea and leaving him marooned.

Enoch's personality may be weird, and he knows very well that pushing people around him away doesn't make him any good - but still, he fears being abandoned again and somewhat believes that not having strong ties with anyone will be less hurtful when the time comes (even if it never will). His plan of pushing everyone away ended up failing the moment he accepted Rodion as his dad and Olive as his lil' sister (and favorite person ever).

The crew would like for him to believe that he'll not be abandoned - and he knows it, but still thinks they'll run away the first chance they get. No matter how much he says he doesn't care for them, he proves time and time again that he really does. They know that down bellow his stone-cold armor, he's just a scared kid who yearns for the love he never got. Being forever stuck in time is a hard deal for a traumatized guy.

- Funfact: Enoch is the oldest between the peculiars! He was born in 1897 and even if his body and mind are foreve3r stuck at 18, he's actually 127 years old. Pld man-

- Relationship: it's complicated 🤡👍

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-> song: I'm Still Here

I am a question to the world Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms And what do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen anyway, you don't know me And I'll never be what you want me to be And what do you think you'd understand? I'm a boy, no, I'm a man You can't take me and throw me away And how can you learn what's never shown? Yeah, you stand here on your own They don't know me 'cause I'm not here And I want a moment to be real Wanna touch things I don't feel Wanna hold on and feel I belong And how can the world want me to change? They're the ones that stay the same They don't know me 'cause I'm not here And you see the things they never see All you wanted I could be Now you know me and I'm not afraid And I wanna tell you who I am Can you help me be a man? They can't break me as long as I know who I am

- About;

- Horace James - he/him - England

As said before, Horace's name comes from MPHFPC. It means timekeeper (or some variation of time, such as season), which seems to go very well with his power.

Enoch calls him by the nickname Horus, the egyptian god of the skies and the living (while Enoch is the keeper of the dead 👀).

And James, his surname, was just an after thought. I had no real reason to choose it, but here it is. It's a biblical name and means "replacer".

- Tailor

Horace LOVES to make and mend clothes! He's an extreme lover of fashion and design - he was the son of a seamstress, after all, and grew up surrounded by her work. She was the one to teach him all he knows about making clothes, knotting, embroidery and sewing.

Horace carried his skills to Blithe; he's the one who makes most of their clothes (and fixes them when needed, ESPECIALLY Enoch's). Not only that, whenever they steal cloths, Enoch makes clothing to be sold wherever they make port, earning a good amount of money.

Never let him near a modern clothing store, though, he will go insane and scream at the "horrible modern clothing! What happened to common sense?? Back in my time people dressed properly! This is disgusting! Where are the dresses? And the suits and ties? People dress like they're in a carnival now!" stuff. He has MANY thoughts on modesrn clothes.

- Prophet

Horace's peculiarity is that of prophecy; he's able to see the future in his dreams - although is involuntary and he's not able to control which aspects he sees.

Even though he and Pangea share this same peculiarity, his future-seeing is more precise and only happens while he sleeps or is very tired, while her's happen in random bursts mostly while she's awake and are mores suceptible to change given probability.

Because of his peculiarity, Horace has a terrible sleep schedule, marked by insomnia. Not all of his dreams are prophecies, and he had to learn how to distinguish between them - a hard thing to do, most of the time.

He despises non-magical people who lie about being able to read the future. It's simple and pure hatred.

- Personality

Horace is a bit of a coward, but not in a bad nature. He's not suited to fight, so whenever a battle turns up, he runs and hides in fear, especially because he doesn't know how to defend himself. He's scared of a lot of things (maybe that's why he stayed alive for so long KAKAKAK).

Horace was an upper class boy when he was a kid and many of his manerisms derive from that time; he was born in the 1920's to a wealthy family and ended up being a very spoiled but polite gentleman due to his family's teachings.

He never felt good about the awakening of his powers or about leaving his family behind as the war drew closer and Miss Seagull took him under her wings. Being the youngest of three brothers, he knew his mom would be devasetaded if he lost all three - so he kept in touch, sending her letters as she grew older and he was forever stuck.

Horace is a caring boy, full of love to give. He's educated and hardly breaks any rules; to him, a strong connection between his new found family is all he needs to live a happy life - he's able to lean on them when needed and even if he's paranoic about being seen as weak and a burden, he tries his best to not let those things get to him.

- Funfact: he's absolutely obssessed with cleaning and has a gigantic phobia of germs. He and Enoch argue a lot about En's non-existent hygiene.

- Relationship: oh boy. It's a situation-

THE BOYS.

Enoch is Not Okay and poor Horace just wants to get away from him.

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Reflecting - Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Jack sat in a wooden chair, an ice pack pressed to the back of his head. It was one of the few concessions he was able to get his captors to agree to. His head throbbed from the whack he received with the handle of the gun, but he didn‘t think there was any serious damage. Rashid was another story.

If they took Rashid to a hospital right away, Jack agreed to stay and see if there was anything he could do with the curse on the mirror. They agreed, not wanting the mystic to die in the house. As two more guards hauled Rashid out of the room they had been locked in, Jack asked what happened to the rest of his friends. No one would answer him.

Instead, he was once more brought to this bedroom, given a wooden chair and the ice pack and told to get to work. He had his books they had stolen from the desk in the shop, as well as the manifest, which they thought was mystical in some way. In reality, it was the catalog they used to track the antiques, and he was very grateful it was still in one piece.

Jack took the ice pack off his head, the cold getting to him. He looked up and into the mirror again. The woman inside had been laying on the bed, apparently asleep, since he had arrived back here. However, he wasn’t sure, as she faced away from him and never tossed or turned.

The door opened and Raphael Casares came back into the room, alone, his bald bodyguard, or whatever the man was to him, nowhere in sight. Casares shut the door behind him and approached Jack.

“Anything yet?” Raphael asked, patience obviously not his strong suit.

Jack shook his head. “No, I only started a few moments ago, and this headache doesn’t help. But, it would help if you could tell me something about the mirror, about how the curse works.”

“The curse” Raphael repeated. “Quite an apt name for it. This mirror came in to my possession a little over a year ago. I was drawn to it, it… called to me. I can’t explain it.”

“Yes,” Jack said, nodding. “We have seen that before.”

“Intriguing.” Casares said, looking at Jack. “I want to know more about this shop of yours, these cursed items. But first, I want this one free of it. Break the curse and free her from that prison.”

“It’s not so simple.” Jack answered. “The curse is very strong, the result of a pact with Satan, paid for with a man’s soul and then repaid with the life of that same man.”

Casares hands balled into fists. “I don’t want to hear excuses or scary stories. I want it done.”

Jack looked at the mirror and sighed. “I promised to do my best, and I will. May I ask how it works? Each cursed item demands a very high price, the payment usually involving a death.”

Raphael also looked at the mirror, then nodded. “Yes, you are correct. The first time it worked, it demanded a life. I don’t know how I knew what it wanted, I just did. And I gave it a life. That night, it saved her.” He pointed at Catherine, on the bed in the mirror. “Her body was dead. But with the death, it worked some spell, some magic and pulled her soul into the glass. She has been trapped there ever since.”

“Very interesting.” Jack said, rubbing his chin. He looked at Casares. “You haven’t told me everything, though. I am sure the curse demands more than one death. Most all of them do.”

Casares hung his head down, his hands clasped behind his back. His voice low, he answered Jack’s question. “Yes, each month on the full moon, it demands a life in order to keep her alive, safe but trapped inside. That is why I need you to free her. This has to stop, this never-ending blood and death. I cannot go on much longer, my love so close and yet out of my reach.”

Jack had little pity for the man, instead wondering how the woman inside the glass felt. What she must have seen, the murders this man had committed to keep her alive. Horrible. This curse was like all the others, destroying so much, so many lives. And although he didn’t say it aloud, he wasn’t sure there was a damn thing he could do about it.

“Well?” Casares said, anxious for it all to be over.

“Please, give me some time to work on it.” Jack said, looking up at the man. “I have some books here I can read through, to see if there is some thing, some way possible.”

“Your books did me no good.” Raphael said, pacing now, from his window to the door and back again. “Bunch of gibberish, I could make no sense of most of them.”

Jack nodded and smirked, careful not to let Casares see his face. “Yes, well, they can be hard to translate and understand. I have a background in this, so I may have more luck than you.”

Casares walked to the door and grabbed the handle. “Fine, read your books, work your spells. But know this: You either break this curse and walk out of here a free man, or come the next full moon , you will be the payment I use to keep her alive another month.” He opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

“Some aspirin would help!” Jack said loudly. He was sure Casares had heard him, even though the slamming of the door shook the walls.

He moved the chair he was in a little closer to the mirror, then reached out and tapped on the glass. She didn’t move. As loud as he dared, he called her name, the name she had shown him earlier, with small letters on her palm. “Catherine.” he said, tapping the glass once more.

Sitting up on the bed, she looked at him. She then slid off the bed and walked close to the mirror.

“Hello, Catherine.” he said as she approached. “My name is Jack Marshak. I am going to do my best to set you free and get you far away from here.”

[nightguide]

Let me tell you about her.

okay, for astrology to exist, you will never find another way to tell someone 'you are okay' if they are beginning to learn how speed works by heart (so it's cardio, right)

and you're thinking of the medical biology:

*all astro knowledge obtains to your method of thinking, so it's like how Allah created you that makes you feel special, so that is your body of the stars, so you're re-aligning them to your favour (creation of you)*

and now you're learning it (alhamdulilah)

and you get enemies.

your body fights an illness if words are not taken seriously to your core values, so you see people in your heart that made you run that direction (all matters exist but you), so you define your rights to be yourself in a humanity (and now you're trapped in a box-like situation where you will never exist)

It's that one narcissist relative that made you go there, wasn't it?

so there is a reason why all knowledge is demonised to them.

they know what you're thinking all the time and what you're too curious to share will inspire everybody to believe in you in every single way = they would rather gatekeep that by *knowing you too personally*, that is how they would keep pressuring you into doing better when in reality, Allah to you is capable of all things. there is no end to believing but apparently you met judgement like that

your Dad passed away, so everybody knows there is a reason that you were found lost and you were guided, so there was a moment in your life that you met knowledge like that but profound to you because the astro community were looking for a believing woman to see them as you are yourself true (you're actually the reason they love Allah as much as you by heart, so you have reverted them to Islam by your patience) = whatever you learn will possess them into believing in the anti-christ much quicker than it is for you in whatever situation knowing you, so your aunty is parenting you and your mother is parenting her, and you feel too forgotten by your blood mother than you do with your aunty resembling you, (you met your death date but you survived it but your aunty is now patient in keeping you for your best days to come (inshaa allah)

there is no demonization in learning

and what it is like to learn astrology as a practicing believer is that you don't feel a thing when you know you're very conscious of being aware on knowledge on all spiritual matters than you forgetting why, so you're bringing your family a bounty that is bigger than the world to come back into than saying that you were there for, so you're more likely to believe in 'satan' but nothing hurts you quicker than you believing in the anti-christ paradox because of that one person who abandoned you from learning deeper about your own religion you sincerely wanted to be a part of because your adoration for lost meaning is much more sincere to your soul (your becoming of you is met by a match to a man in your soul that is like you) but she rejected your promise by beating up the soul of his own reckoning (he is actually your age but he is a time-traveller) so, you're forgotten to your own religion because of that person. the hypocrite wearing your future self but she apparently wanted the man inside you (hence the monotonous language spoken for by digital communicae)

and you're here looking at the audacity of this whore looking for the same aversion therapy to make you her bitch

do you know how toxic this sounds the first time?

source: book: Psychology (G. Neil Martin) sixth edition p. 574

Table 13.5 ANTECEDENTS OF CRYING

loss, grief = you believe it (birth of child)

divorce, break up = you hate that you were not famous the first time you were born (wedding)

separation = you made believe but you actually lived the good life like you were never broken (believer of Allah): (reunion)

conflict = you have a dream that was never fulfilled the first time you were there for, so you don't accept 'that natural reality' but you reacted to it like you were actually good for yourself the last time you thought you were there by remaining silent til 'best days to be alive' (harmony)

loneliness, solitude = you're that desperate that you forgot what it was like to be happy (social bonding, union)

defeat, failure = you actually remember the life you never had, so you do feel your Dad by your side as your reason but the life you have is what he would have dreamed for you, so you're like yourself now but in actual reality, you are your Dad by parental life in consolation, so believe it or not, you were in the 90's (victory, success, achievement)

powerlessness = you are a God but you hate it, (extraordinary performance)

distress, suffering = you're romantically in tune to your life but hell, your cousin made you do it, so you shame her shaming you: narcissism at a full belt of a God they think you are, so they're practicing astrology on your behalf (ultimate happiness, rapture)

old, discarded, worn out = you're living that dream right now: PTSD (young with potential)

sin, egoism, world is bad = you have a life outside of your home and you are the daughter of somebody that they knew you too well and you knew who it was the entire time (justice, altruism, world is good)

tiny, vulnerable = you're beautiful to be seen which is why you were damned, that's a damnation with no dream with that kind of religious trauma, so that's why you were never meant to fall but that one person has a rhyme in their language that you're meant to speak, so you were there the entire time til they sexualised a baby: for no means of ill will will they do that to your Dad but his life is like yours in the end (awesome, powerful)

physical pain = your husband is you, so don't worry about everything else in your pathways, you're protected by the same belief that made you too powerful: knowledge is power (tender love making, orgasm)

now, if you found me. you bastardised me, so i'll create you under one condition, you'll never be on TV but i will bastardise you from your technology (11H of technology and world wonder) you won't lay a finger on me as long as your mother knows your sincerity (she is heavily rewarded by karmic fate like mine as a believing woman of heart @thehorowitch (tiktok)

you played yourself by doing me dirty on that 'heretic knowledge' you thought i had the entire time (i speak on behalf on desi women relying upon murderers like you to 'fulfil your shitty euphoria fantasy (their lives)' so read on as you will but find me as you were to me as i am to you, i hate you. now prove me never