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[kriiger]

My favorite picture from the weekend tbh.

[off-on-a-demon-hunt]

Asexual Pride Lucifer!

next TBC 

[lozisthename]

Loz still loves Avifer

Avifer ~ Paradise Song Fic by LOZ

Avery may not be able to remember her younger years, when she looked like a 16 year old human, wings still vibrant and mind still young. She may not be able to remember the different angels that visited her village with messages from Michael, that were relayed to the Harpies who lived there. She may not be able to remember her first encounter with Gabriel, or Michael, or Raphael. But more importantly, she couldn't remember her very first encounter with Lucifer.

When she was young, she wanted to view all, go everywhere, see the entire world and have it show her a way. But, Michael wouldn't have it. She was his best and brightest, and he wasn't going to allow her to let her abilities go to waste. But she still dreamed of what the world would be like, what the vast plains of Africa would feel like under her feet, what the airs of the Amazon would feel like on her wings. She dreamed of the paradise that was out there, that she wouldn't reach with her hands.

When she was just a girl She expected the world But it flew away from her reach And the bullets catch in her teeth

Over the next two years, she held onto the dreams of the paradises, but grew stronger with each passing day, soon trumping a lot of angels. Without warning, she had been sent to main land Greece. Michael had warned her that his brother had found a momentary way out of the cage, and was on the loose. This meant she had to find him. Sure, beating Gabriel once or twice was a stroke of luck, but Lucifer? She felt like Michael was sending her to her grave, and those Paradises would be lost to her

Life goes on It gets so heavy The wheel breaks the butterfly Every tear, a waterfall In the night, the stormy night She closed her eyes In the night, the stormy night Away she'd fly.

Thunder and lightening racked Greece's black skies, causing Avery to jump. Thunder had always been a fear of hers, even though her people were storm-spirits. Sleep, in the small amounts it ever came in, was hard to claim, but eventually, she slept, the dreams of Paradise returning. Only in the morning would they be washed away by her journey to look for a fallen archangel.

And dreamed of para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh She dreamed of para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.

When Avery woke to continue her journey, the storm still rumbled on, making her final walk into Athens weary. She could tell he was here, the air had a biting chill more than that carried by the winds. Before he fell he was known as God's most beautiful creation, but how sure of that she was, even she didn't know. She came across an old building, sigils carved into the stone. It was an old Men of Letters house, now ravaged by time. He was in there. The cold was stronger there. She pulled her wings around her, making it look like some sort of cloak, and pushed inside. The first sight she caught was black. The old windows were blocked out years ago, apart from one, where she saw a figure standing. 

So lying underneath those stormy skies. She said oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. I know the sun must set to rise.

It was him. She couldn't find herself the strength to move forward, so move to the side, behind a rusty chest that was almost ready to crumble to dust. She knew he knew she was there, but still the moderate safety of behind the chest offered strange comfort. She had been told to inform Michael as soon as she found him, but no prayer to the archangel was heard, just the breathing from the two figures. Hers was more rugged than his, due to the thunder rumbling along, causing her breath to falter every now and then. He was calm though, and his calmness was oddly worrying.

This could be para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise This could be para- para- paradise Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh. This could be para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Could be para- para- paradise Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh. This could be para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Could be para- para- paradise Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh. "I've been expecting you, Avery"

[lost-angel-barachiel-blog]

[+10]

After he left his old vessel, Barachiel had been growing extremely weak. Angels like himself were made for humans not monsters and being trapped inside his old vessel for so long ate at his strength. His grace. Slowly, Barachiel was falling apart. He leaned against a tree in the local park, when he spotted someone in the distance. "Excuse me..." He moved over to the figure. "Hello. I am afraid I may be lost... Are you aware of the town we are standing in?" He hoped they didn't think he was an idiot for asking this. 

[mischiefandrum-blog]

OPEN

[fawnhowell]

Huntin' the devil || Closed

Fawn had been tracking this particular demon for about a week now. She'd been careful not to get too close and getting proof that this actually was a demon. He seemed more powerful than those she'd previously run into, but that didn't stop her from wanting to take a shot. She watched him entering a bar and got out of her car to follow him. 

She looked around inside before ordering a drink to herself and sitting down next to the demon. "So, what's a cute lookin' guy like you doing here all by yourself? Please don't tell me you're here to pick up ladies 'cause then I'm in so much trouble."  

[leighwinchester-post-limit]

fallenintodamnation has voted for the king

"Explain to me why Satan is in my living room?".

[thishasbeencary]

Last Chance || +fallenintodamnation

Metatron was loose - he had free range over Earth and, for all Dean knew, the entire universe. Heaven and Hell were falling apart, and Dean was running out of things to do. Because he'd tried everything that he had even pretended to think about. Cas was doing who knows what - whatever it was, it wasn't helping.

And they were stuck in the middle of some massive angelic war because of the fact that Metatron had the power that no one could get away from him. They'd run out of ideas. There was nothing left that they could do. At least, nothing that they could do together. Because if Sam knew the plan that Dean had, he'd probably hate his brother for even thinking it.

But Lucifer, he had been around since the beginning of time. He had to have some idea of what to do with Metatron! And with all that had happened with Heaven and Hell, he had no doubt that he could reach the fallen angel. So Dean did something he never thought he'd do. The hunter made sure his brother was gone before bringing his hands together.

"Lucifer? We, uh, I -- I need your help."

[off-on-a-demon-hunt]

Closed/// Lost

Avery groaned, opening her eyes. Where the hell was she? She sat up, hand going to her head. Whatever had hit her had a bloody good swing. She looked around, noticing it looked sort of like a beach. An island maybe? "Just great," she sighed, standing up and brushing off her jeans. "Stuck on a bloody island, wings are missing, just bloody perfect"

[off-on-a-demon-hunt]

Closed///Cheater

He had slapped her. Lucifer had slapped her. That arrogant....Avery stood up from where she had been seated, a dark look in her eyes. "Oh so now you have ther nerve to hit me?"

[off-on-a-demon-hunt]

Closed// Duct Tape and Pins

'This allegiance, or what ever the hell it is, it's all duct tape and pins, and i'm not so sure where i stand. So, if you, whatever, i'm in Chicago, in the underground, you know, that place for monsters,'

Avery stretched up, Michael looking nervously around, a Vetala from across the bar throwing him a wink. The two were sat talking to a shifter, who seemed interested in Avery, saying he had never met a Harpy.

Avery ecused herself from the table they were at, pretending she had a phone call, moving outside the doors and throwing out a quick prayer to Lucifer. It had been a few days since the incident, and she had finally cleared her head of it. She walked back inside after, sitting back next to Michael, who was talking with the Shifter

[off-on-a-demon-hunt]

Closed/// All of Me

Avery had finally gotten a day off from the job she had been on, a nest of rouge vamps. She picked up Michael's Ipod and scrolled through his music, coming across All Of Me by John Legend. She shrugged, plugging it into the dock that stood on the fireplace, pressing play and grabbing the book she had been slowly working through. It took her a few minutes to realize she had been murmuring the words, but shrugged it off and just decided to sing it. No0one was around to hear her, so it was fine

[off-on-a-demon-hunt]

Trimmed Feathers /// Closed RP

Avery had screwed up big time. What she thought would be a simple demon clear out ended up being the worst day of her stupidly long life span. The interior of her car would be red now, as she stumbled up to the door of her friend's abandoned apartment, pushing the door open and stumbling in. "Oh...Hey Luce," she grinned weakly before collapsing, bloodied stumps from where her wings used to be staining her back crimson

[off-on-a-demon-hunt]

BWAHAHA askdemonmeg and fallenintodamnation are probably gonna kill me :)

Character/ position designs: askponycas

Original characters: Michael + Lucifer