#hes gonna become the devil and punish all the sinners

[nururu]

zoros taking this fight with king so serious like he's always roasting whoever he fights but he's already almost died once and then enma is over here causing him trouble. kitetsu is being a good son and isn't the problem child this time....

[star-boi0720]

Giant lore dump here, basically they're the seven deadly sins, in my version to become one you commit an act to break a seal that Irene made to contain the devil within and their punishment is to become the new host for said devils. so I'm gonna go person by person and explain how they became a sinner

(the concepts aren't complete, still needs work but I just want to have it written down)

Aaron-Wrath, has a similar backstory to the OG, but I added a thing I remembered from Emerald Secret of the Utltimas backstory (this was solely from my memory and might not be exact) and took Zane out of the equation, basically Aaron had a hobby of hunting and he without knowing killed this holy wolf that Irene created, and as a punishment he was combined with it and in the foggy haze of his transformation he murdered his whole village and his family.

Lucinda-Gluttony, Her hunger for knowledge killed her best friend(/ maybe girlfriend aka Sasha don't 100% know yet) and sealed away her mother to the cursed forest. Hyria used to have like a coven/school for witches she made after Irene left. Lucinda was a prodigy and wanted to just keep learning to the point she was so desperate she stole a book her mother told her never to even touch (which had sin inside and was trusted to hyria by Irene) which made Lucinda's magic go crazy and destroy the school and seal her mom away and kill Sasha.

Travis-Lust, so his mom dies to seal his dad away all that's the same but Travis is just super lonely right, but then a girl comes to visit him and he eventually falls in love with her but she actually is a member of his fathers cult to break him free and Travis is so obsessed with her he doesn't notice, and before he can stop her fully she partially freed him and travis in the struggle to stop her he kills her and breaks his mothers necklace(which had lust inside) but right after he kills her a bunch of villagers burst into the chamber the demon warlock was locked in and it looks like Travis just sacrificed some girl to his father and they try to kill him so Travis hides deep in the mountains

Katelyn-Envy, her entire life in her village of dragons she was treated as lesser compared to her brothers Kayden and Cain cause she wasn't as strong as them and she pushed herself but wasn't enough, her jealousy boiled over and in a fight with her brother Kameron she broke a statue that had the sin inside she didn't kill him but burned him beyond recovery

Garroth- Pride, He was the cocky prince troupe kinda like Hercules from the Disney movie and he liked to play hero, and vylad always went with him like Garroth's little sidekick. but one day they came against a monster they couldn't beat and Garroth refused to back down and in which the monster which was a huge lion killed vylad garroth killed it but it had the sin of pride inside it Garroth returned home and when he told his mother of what happened she hid him away knowing the world would see garroth as a threat and kill him. So Evelyn(Aka Zianna I changed a lot of the parent's names cause it seemed repetitive to me, so mom is now Evelyn and the father's name is now Adam) sent Garroth to hide in Phoenix Drop and claimed the beast killed both of them.

Zane- Greed, Zane was always a good man the whole kind young priest get up. but after the sudden deaths of his brothers, his faith was shaken, and in a desperate attempt to bring them back he began to research black magic and corrupted his mind and he opened a box deep in the catacombs of Okasis which was Pandora's box which held the sin of greed and became and the once kind prince became a true monster.

Nana-Sloth Nana is the eldest daughter of a duke of the Tula Kingdom, her mother died when Nana was young and her father was very heartless about it, like had a new wife in 2 days and all her other siblings were only her half she tried to be close to them but her father kept her away from them to the point she stopped trying after so long but on a night a raid happened she was only able to save one of her siblings her youngest Juno who was only like 7 but as she was escaping she broke a mirror that had the sin of sloth inside and possessed her and nana escaped to ruan and made her little cafe with her sister. (Nanas I don't fully like it yet but it is something ig)

So that's pretty much just some tragic mfrs sorry for any spelling mistakes

[redfluffz]

After he fell you mentioned that Lucifer lost the connection to his star. Besides loosing his bird form, and presumably some of his powers, are there any other negative effects on him?

I know it’s not cannon, but I had the thought that if there was something going on with him health wise, mentally or physically, from that separation then maybe the reason Lilith is in Heaven is she is secretly trying to find a way to re-establish Lucifer’s link to his star.

This is gonna be a looong answer. Sorry for that! 🥲

QUESTION 1

Actually yes. It really has some negative affects. So when he's disconnected from his star, he doesn't have a (I called it) "light cleaning". For me there is no evil or good magic, but I think their are indeed diffenrences between angel and demon magic. So for an angel it's pretty hard to use demon magic. So Luc was not only punished, disconnected from his star and injured - he was cursed. Unlike Lili he isn't a demon but cursed to use this magic which troubles his whole body. If he doesn't take care of himself, he would go crazy. That's why he is so "calm". All happy and stuff, just when he gets angry he might loose himself in the demon magic and become a horrific version of himself.

QUESTION 2

Huii. Yeah well my problem is, I didn't figured out yet how the puzzle connects Lilith to what. In my headcanon I'm absolutely sure Lilith is not evil nor a traitor. But I also won't go with Eve being just a bad person as Roo.

I read many theories about what Lilith is doing and how its connected to the story.

So here are my thoughts (but be aware, I haven't thought through it completly yet.)

So if "Evil" (later Roo, Root of all Evil) is the personification of evil, there must be an opposite site. And we saw that in the first minutes of the first episode. What if they both are parts of God? Just think about it. God is everything, right? So he is good and bad. And he splitted those parts from himself, because he was going crazy with their voices inside his head. Like angel and devil on your shoulder. So this is how they were born. Let's skip a few thousand years. The fall of Luc. God withdraws and let "Good" take charge of heaven. And "Evil"? She decided to go after Eve. And maybe they have a symbiotic relationship. You know like Venom and Eddie? So Eve and Evil became Roo when Eve died and went to hell. Because first sinner??? Dunno. Okay. Let's skip another few years. Lili and Luc are happy and stuff and the something happened.

Soo first we need to talk about all their motives. When Evil and Eve became Roo both learned something about the other. Evil learned what Good and Love is. Eve learned about Evil, Hate and God. Soo maybe Eve wants revenge but over the time her traget changed from Lucifer to God so she needs to get into heaven. And "Evil" may wants to help everybody, since she now knows good and bad. Okay. Lilith loves hell. She is free, can do what she wants ... and wants her family and an own child. So now we come to a very interesting theory. Liliths songs were inspirations for demon kind. What if her good motives "redeemed her"? If that's true, she could reenter heaven. Now that's interesting for Eve, right? Let's talk about deals. And here it goes wild. So Lilith isn't capable of giving birth, because of her curse. And no I don't see Luci as ... Just please don't. What if Eve gave birth to Charlie in exchange for the ticket into heaven. Now you may ask yourself, how can she pass that? Well Eve takes the image of Lilith. So in the early days Eve take care of Charlie, cause she neede several things. You know like breast milk ... and after that Lilith could live the next 180 years with her family.

Now we are in the events before those ominous 7 years. The deal. Lilith has to go incognito so Eve can enter heaven as "Fake-Lilith". But you can't fool heavens gates?! Eve can't, but "Evil" (a part from God) can. And where did Lilith go? Well she may become an overlord to help hell and her family. And which overlord?

"Who hasn't thought about eating their first husband? I would if he wouldn't taste so bad." Adam? 🤣

Yeah I think its Rosie. And Rosie knows Alastor pretty well. WHY? Because she helped him after the battle. But I really don't think she made that painful deal with him. Come on guys. This woman was fighting for freedom just to bind someone and force him to do something? Nah. That deal must be between Roo and him. The Eyes, guys. THE EYES. And Alastor helps Charlie, because of a favor for Rosie.

Yeah that's all I got right now.

Thanks for asking!

[ms-rampage]

Eden’s Gate: The Mother Chapter 15 - Guardian of Eden

Warnings: Some language

Word count: 2.3k

Where it all began. 

Summary: In the series finale, Mandy goes into hiding from the Cult when they find out about her betrayal. 

Guest OCs: 

Guest Characters: Metatron [Supernatural]

Note: I’m gonna post the next 2 final chapters of Aftermath today! So I can get started on posting the New Dawn series!. Thank you to those for reading my crossover crap!

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“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out Mandeline?” he asks with that stupid smug smile on his face. 

“What did you do Metatron?!” Mandy asks angrily. 

“I can ask you the same thing” he responds, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”. 

She ignores his question, “Where’s Raphael??”. 

He scoffs, “He’s gone. Away. Not here”. 

Her jaw drops, “You killed him?!”. He chuckles, “No, no I didn’t kill him” he laughs softly. “I just sent him away. So he can’t help you”. 

“You bastard!” she mutters angrily. 

He rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah whatever”. He walks around the basement room. “You really think I didn’t see what was going on down here?!?” he asks her.

Ignoring his questions by not answering them. “Did you really think I didn’t see everything you were planning? The spell? Betraying Joseph? Betraying the Project?”. 

“What did you do Metatron??” she asks him, “What are you planning??”

He places a finger on his chin, thinking about what he’ll do, “Let’s see”. He walks around the room. 

“Well God doesn’t want to kill you. He might have the Project do that for him, he might give all the paperwork, and charges that you have in the glove compartment of your truck to Joseph, and he’ll know that The Mother is a double agent working for the FBI”. 

He tells her with a smug look on his stupid face that Mandy would love slap off. 

“Oh wait?. That’s right, you’re not a real FBI agent. That’s a charge against you Mandeline”. 

She glares at the scribe of God. “But none of that even matters because Joseph and all of his followers know who you really are, and what you have done”.

Her eyes widened, “You son of bitch!” she yells. 

“You did it to yourself. God gave you many warnings. He told you over and over what your fate would be if you go against his plan”. 

“I will fucking kill you” she growls, slowly stepping towards him.

He chuckles, “No you won’t. Not until the Project and Joseph get to you”. He disappears leaving her by herself in the dark church basement.

She knows she can’t stay there long, she has to get back to the Wolf’s Den, and to somehow avoid getting captured by the Cult. 

She grabs all her stuff, and gets the Hell out of the church, and goes to her truck. Speeding the dirt road, towards the Whitetail Mountains towards the Wolf’s Den. 

Knowing that Joseph, and all of his followers are gonna be looking for her. The radio in her turck plays static for a few seconds and she hears Joseph’s voice over the radio. 

“My Children, we have been betrayed. We have been misguided. We had a snake living in our garden. The Mother has betrayed our flock, she is the locust in our garden. Bring her to me and she will be given her punishment”. 

Trying to keep an eye on the rear view mirror and on the roads in case any of the Cult’s trucks tailgate her. 

She enters the Whitetails region and one of Jacob’s hunters spots her driving. They chase after her, shooting at the tires to her truck. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” she mutters, slamming on the gas pedal. Trying to avoid getting hit with Bliss bullets, or Bliss arrows. 

She hears Jacob’s voice play over the radio, “So it turns out we have a Judas in our family. I advise my soldiers to bring this traitor to the Father. We won’t let this person be free”. 

Feeling like she’s gonna vomit, she slams her foot on the gas pedal, not even close to being anywhere near the Wolf’s Den.

She hears Eli’s voice play on her radio, “Mandy get back to the bunker ASAP. Everyone in the Cult is after you. Get here now!”. 

She answers the radio, pushing down on the button, “Eli it's me. I’m on my way to the bunker”. Pretty sure him and Tammy can hear the panic and fear in her voice. 

She prays out loud, “Raphael where are you?? I really need your help right now!”. 

Like douchebag Metatron is messing with her, she gets a Bliss bullet in her shoulder. 

“Fuck!” she cries out in pain. Trying to fight the urge to pass out. She gets hit with a second bullet, and it makes her driver her truck off the road. Going down a hill into the water. 

She can hear the yelling out Jacob’s soldiers as she slips into unconsciousness. Trying to crawl out of her truck, falling into the shallow river. The footsteps of peggies behind her, the cocking of rifles. 

The last thing she sees when she passes out is the bright sun in her face, and everything goes black.

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Several hours later, Mandy wakes up in a cage. Laying in mud, her head feeling heavy and in pain. After what felt like hours, she finally recognizes her surroundings. 

She’s in Joseph compound, seeing the white building that is the church, the small houses with sins in Latin.

Seeing everyone, all of Joseph’s followers, or his children. Glaring at her, giving her hateful glares. Looks of betrayal, looks of backstabbery.  

Everyone goes silent, and Joseph steps out of the church. He looks around, not even looking over at Mandy, or in her sense of direction. 

“My children!” he shouts, “We have the traitor, and she’ll be sentenced to death for her treason”. 

They all cheer, and hollar. Feeling like a witch in the Salem witch trials. 

“We will not be made to look like fools” he continues. She looks around, fear and panic. No words can explain the fear she’s feeling. 

Knowing that this is how she’s gonna die. She’s not gonna see her daughters ever again, she’s never gonna see them grow up.

“Raphael where are you??” she prays in her head, “I’m in danger and I need your help”. 

She keeps praying, hoping any Angels can hear her cries for help. Her concentration is broken when one of Joseph’s followers opens the cage she’s in, and grabs her. Manhandling her, aggressively, and forcing her out of the cage. 

He shoves her to the ground, aiming his rifle at her. In tears, looking around at her final moments on Earth. 

Her hands tied behind her back with several zip ties. 

“The traitor!” he says loudly, looking around to his followers “We have given her everything, and she repays us with betrayal”. 

He glares down at her, anger in his eyes. “The ultimate sinner” he mutters. Taking a few steps closer to her.

She shakes her, “Joseph you don’t have to do this!” she mutters, begging him for mercy. Pleading with him.

“You betrayed me. You betrayed God and you betrayed my family” he hisses at her. 

Pleading with him, begging him for mercy and to let her go. He ignores her begs and pleads. 

Jacob, John and Faith stare down at her with angry and disgusted glares. 

Feeling the anger radiating off these people become so unbearable to Mandy, that she feels like she’s gonna throw up. Tears streaming down her cheeks. 

On her knees, her hands tied behind her back. Being completely vulnerable that anything could happen to her, and she won’t be able to stop it. No matter what it is. Her only way out of this is her Archangel, and she has no idea what happened to him. Metatron did who knows what to him.  

Deafened her own thoughts and fears, she doesn’t hear Joseph’s last words to her. 

One of his followers hits her on the head, to get her attention. “What are your last words Mandeline?” he asks, putting so much poison in her name. His tone is completely different from how he usually sounds. Betrayed, and backstabbed by the one God had told him about, betraying him and his family. Being a double agent, that was getting dirt on the Cult.  

Trying to steady her breathing, and calm herself down a bit. She stammers, “I-I just. I just w-wanted”.

Unable to give him a proper answer, she hears the sound of a pistol cock behind her head. Tears pour from her eyes, knowing that this is the end for her. She’ll never see her family again, no one will know what happened to her. 

She looks down at the ground, watching her tears fall to the dirt. She closes her eyes, and waits for the peggie to put a bullet in her head. Killing her, ending her life.  

Then like someone heard her cries, several sudden gasps come from all directions around her, before that was the feeling of a slight breeze, and a loud fluttering of wings. 

The murmuring of the Cultists around her. She lifts her head up, and sees that everyone is looking, not at her but behind her. 

The Father and his 3 Heralds looking like they’ve all seen the Devil himself. Mandy turns her head to see who just made a sudden arrival, and came to her rescue, but is blinded by the early evening sun to see who it is. 

The peggies move in front of her, all of them standing behind and around The Father and the 3 Heralds. Confused, Mandy looks at all the expressions on their faces. The majority of them are looks of fear and disbelief. The figure that appeared out of nowhere with the sight of an angelic being.

They all aim their weapons at Mandy and whoever is standing behind her. She can feel an angelic presence but is unable to see who this angel is. 

Thinking it’s Raphael, and he came to save her.

“Raphael?” she whispers, her voice trembling. 

Several guns pointed at her, being ready to fire while some are infatuated by whoever is behind her. 

“No” a male voice commands them, and also answering Mandy’s questions. 

She doesn't recognize the voice, that somewhat deep, serious voice of an Angel, but whoever he is, his voice makes the Cultists jump, forcing them to take a few steps back. The whole time Joseph glares at Mandy. The other 3 siblings all have different expressions to the superior celestial in front of them. Jacob showing a look of concern, Faith a look of fear and John disbelief. 

“Who are you?” Joseph asks, his voice almost in a whisper. 

The Angel looks over at him, saying with power in his voice, “When they say my name, perhaps I will be remembered, not as the one who let the serpent in, but as one of the few who helped give Heaven a second chance” he responds. 

Their whole conversation was a complete blur to her that she couldn’t remember what exchange of words were said between the 2. 

Before she knows it, gun fire is heard, and the Angel shields her from the bullets by wrapping his wings around her. Protecting her from death. The sight of white wings protect her. Closing her eyes out of fear, when she opens them, she’s in the middle of a cabin. Her hands are free.

She hears footsteps behind and immediately stands up to see the Angel.  

“Gadreel??” she mutters, relieved to see him. 

“Hello Mandy” he greets her. The Guardian of Eden, Metatron's former lieutenant and 2nd in command.  

“What is happening??” she asks, trying not to panic “What happened to Raphael??”. 

He sighs, taking a seat on the coffee table, “I’m not sure, Metatron is upset, and so is Chuck. Raphael is missing, not dead but missing”. 

She sighs in disappointment,”What’s gonna happen??”.

“I’m not sure, but I wiped the Project’s memory, everyone’s memory of what happened” he tells her, “They won’t remember a thing, but their memory might get restored within time, or if Metatron or God restore it”.

Taking a seat on one of the beds in the cabin, and letting out a soft whimper. “But you’re protected, no one in the town will find you here. I warded it off from all beings, including humans”. 

“Am I stuck here??” she asks him. He takes a seat next to her, “Yes, unfortunately. I would take you out of here but there is some sort of God like warding that is keeping you from leaving”. 

She looks over at the former Guardian of Eden. “What happened to Dawana?? Her daughter Camille?” she asks. Giving him her sad eyes. 

He looks at her, with utter disappointment and sadness in his eyes. Seeing his answer in his eyes. She shakes her head, “No, no that. That can't be”.

“I’m sorry” he mutters, “Metatron got to them before I could save them”. 

Tears forcing themselves out of her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. Soft breaths escaping her lungs. Mourning the loss of her friend and her young daughter. 

Mandy spends the next several months, living in Hope County because of some warding God put up that is preventing her from leaving, and also the 2 tunnels in Hope County are blocked off by the Cult. Taking a plane out won’t do any good because of the warding. 

But God has some things planned, not for Mandy but for her daughters and their families in the years to come. 

They’re gonna need each other to help break this curse on themselves and stop whatever is gonna happen. The only way to do that is to stop the Cult. Bring them down, kill them, imprison them. Anything that will save themselves and everyone around them. Their friends, family and everyone that’ll get to know and meet before the end. 

[robsdoodlebook]

^ to reiterate my image tag: DON’T USE THESE PLEASE AND THANK. I just wanted to share!

Okay so this is a big ol post of the princes of hell from my story i’ve been calling the ‘Tippyverse’ (basically the universe tippy exists in) about toon heaven/hell where it displays shenanigans about toons coming to life and where they go when they die for real! They’re all called ‘princes’ but it’s an honorific- they’re actually all gender neautral and sexless and go by varying pronouns (which you can see under my readmore with info)

I wanted to make my own versions of Dante’s circles mixed with the 7 sins into the princes of hell who each reign over a layer based on what kind of crimes a sinner committed. there are 9 circles, but due to story spoiler stuff one of them (Heresy) went missing- as for the rest of them, they’re all a bunch of weirdo friends/co workers who live together with satan and have their own personalities/powers/perks. I’m hoping to actually make/publish a half comic half story type work with them for people to read!

needless to say, there’s a LOT about each of them so i’m just gonna put short-ish basic descriptions under a read more (and hopefully nobody will try to use these... that’s my biggest concern lmao)

TW: mention of sexual assault/assault/abuse and related under readmore

The layers are organized so that the least worst are near the top and the worst are at the bottom; each layer is endless in horizontal directions but end vertically at the next one after a large enough distance. While each layer is punishing in itself, the prince of each layer is able to further torment any within their domain- though they can punish any sinner, they’re not allowed to torture innocent souls.

First Layer: Limbo/Purgatory (Both he/him pronouns only) - endless loneliness and suffering, expecting to go to heaven; those sentenced to purgatory come from heaven but must repent before being let in, others are endlessly trapped when sentenced to limbo from hell - Tippy (Limbo) and Skippy (Purgatory) are twin brothers that represent judgement, where tippy is endless hunger for justice and skippy is the all seeing eye who witnesses. They’re both rambunctious tricksters, but tippy is more bratty while skippy likes to help

Second Layer: Fraud (he/him or they/them) - tormented/taunted endlessly by demons; those who falsify themselves and what they offer to deceive and use others in harmful ways end up here (worse than a simple lie basically) - Fraud adores casinos and gambling, and is quite cheery/charismatic usually, but you don’t want to get on his bad side. his floating rotating head has 3 main expressions that sometimes mix and match to show his mood (his mouth and eyes don’t move otherwise even when speaking). Often wanting to show off and have a good time, he’s quite good at mimicking other’s voices and faces, able to steal identities of thieves. Third Layer: Gluttony/Sloth (she/her, they/them) - constant rain, hail and black snow. This version of gluttony and sloth doesn’t punish normal consumption and laziness but instead punishes intentional over use and hoarding of resources when others need it, as well as inaction in the face of injustice and needed help. - Moby is perhaps one of the largest princes, but also softest and slowest; she loves filter feeding through the souls she tortures, napping, and being slept on. she’s fairly content not moving for a while and doesn’t usually get angry at anything. Her mouth can extend endlessly to swallow anything. Fourth Layer: Greed (mainly he/him but uses any pronouns, will take yours!) - smelting pit of gold, souls suffer and get pushed back in when trying to escape. Those who take what they want when they don’t need it and hurt others by doing so belong here. - Grasping at everything, Greed is slippery and very excitable over anything; so long as it’s something someone else wants. he’ll steal anything that has value to someone else, regardless of what it is, if tangibly take-able. His biggest desire is to have a living thing in his collection but it’s against the rules. Though he has a base of 6 arms, he can grow infinite arms and infinite pockets. Fifth Layer: Treachery (they/them or he/him) - repeatedly freeze and unfreeze in ice, slipping into sharp surfaces; those who break promises and betray others/break trust are brought here. - Usually cloaked and hiding behind a mask, treachery looks friendly and will offer you their flower, but it’s a test. if the flower grows thorns and pricks the receiver, they’re guilty of treachery and immediately in trouble. They hide their true trickery self, only dropping the facade once they betray the betrayers trust; then they punish greatly. Sometimes, if lucky enough, souls will see the shadow that shows treachery’s true self and intentions that follows strictly behind them regardless of lighting. Sixth Layer: Heresy (he/him or they/them)(erased by an antagonist) - locked in burning tombs, those who blindly lead others astray into cults and harmful/misleading followings are punished. - A charming showman like fellow, he’s quick to try and get you to follow his lead to your doom. he’ll deceive you into following his ‘group’ to your own punishment, and love taunting you every step of the way. Very show-boaty, standoffish, and full of himself, his biggest desire is to replace god- an ambition that resulted in his unfortunate accident. His crown acts as his mouth and moves for him to speak, and will clamp down painfully if he gets in over his head with ambition. He’s a rule breaker, often visiting the mortal plane to the point people mistook him for the devil himself.

Seventh Layer: Anger (She/her, they/them) - sinners fight on the surface of styx, while the sulky/gloomy angry type sink to bottom; those who use anger to control and hurt others end up here - Though easily angered with a fiery temper, she actually prefers calmness and de-stressing activities. using anger management techniques, she tries to keep her calm, but when sinners deserve punishment she has no qualms turning up the heat. She’ll lovingly guide those with help they need to calm down and de-stress, and protect the innocent from those who seek to use their rage to harm others and excuse malice. She wears a muzzle intentionally to try and hold back her own bite and allow others to feel safer around her, only unleashing it on those who deserve it. Eighth Layer: Lust (they/them only; neutral to respect all victims) - wind contorts and twists people while they hit rocks, painfully abusing their bodies; those who commit sexual abuse/assault wing up here, the worst of the worst being specially tortured by Lust - A silent and solemn being, Lust never speaks but instead gestures with head bobs on their long neck. their hair always obscures their face unless they wish to show it, or to the worst sinners who see their victim’s pain in their stitches face. The center stitch is a mouth that can split and scream blood curdling cries of pain. Genderless, they represent the pain of their victims and torment with their sharp long nails and eerie constant inducing fear, silently stalking unable to speak. Usually only in their Layer, they occasionally wander out where they’re quiet but calm and openly warm to humor and love from others that is genuine. Ninth Layer: Wrath/Violence (He/him, they/them) - boiling blood swamps mixed with flaming deserts, sinners often suffer violence they inflicted; those who actively violent attack, hurt, and otherwise assault others physically directly or near directly wind up here - Like anger, Wrath does not enjoy violence; instead, he prefers calm quiet meditation and peace. Violence causes him great pain and anger, making him often become blind so that he does not hold back his wrath upon those who committed it. Carrying a sword made of pure violent energy, only he can wield it with the gauntlet of wrath as it can grow to massive size and weight only he can bear. If struck with the sword, a sinner feels the immeasurable pain of all the summarized violence and cannot recover from it. When not trekking these planes to punish souls, Wrath often meditates in Hell’s gardens for so long plants grow over him and he’s mistaken for a statue.

[iredreamer]

I love and adore your scene breakdowns (discovering your blog has cleared my skin, watered my crops and brought peace to the valley- would you ever want to do one for the bit where Ann is hallucinating while her friend and Anne are staying at Crow Nest? And also do you know how much of that is true to life? Like, did Ann actually say that their relationship was repungnant, did she actually think about gay men being hanged? No demand though ofc and apologies if you've talked about this already.

hey :) thank you so much you’re too sweet

And now, first I’m gonna answer your questions about the real Ann Walker and then I’m gonna do the scene breakdown.

I’ve not read of Ann saying she thought their relationship was “repugnant”, I don’t know if she ever used that word (I don’t think she ever did but I could be wrong). Till now I’ve not came across it while reading the journals. Anyway, the situation was far more complex in reality. In Ann Walker’s life, sex, love and death had always been linked in some very tragic and unfortunate way (all her family basically died, one of her past “lovers” died, Mrs Ainsworth died and she, AW, committed adultery with Mr Ainsworth). She thought that all the death that surrounded her was somehow her fault. After the Ainsworth thing she starts developing a fixation on her sins. She writes to Anne: “It is not only death in this world, but a far worse death that I fear. If ever the prayers of a so true friend may ever avail for another, may yours be heard for me this night, that the gate of Mercy may not be forever closed upon me, for I am wretchedness itself”. Basically when her friend, Mrs Ainsworth, dies, Ann is reminded of her “thing” with Reverend Ainsworth and that’s what really breaks her, she feels guilty and ashamed. This leads to Ann Walker reconsidering her relationship with Anne Lister and asking herself how it would appear in the eyes of God. And this is when she starts to think that her “connection” with Anne is wrong and a sin.

In real life Ann’s condition was even worse than what we see in the series. From the companion book: “Fearing that she was approaching death, Ann begged Anne to read extracts from the bible aloud. Anne selected and ‘paraphrased the 10th of Matthew’, but it seemed that Ann was unable to be reached by its message of resilience and healing. Instead she preferred to cast herself as the subject of ‘Genesis Epistle, St James 1.6′, whose lack of absolute faith in the Lord’s ability to heal destined them to be cast adrift, ‘driven and tossed by the wind, like a wave in the sea’”. Their views on religion and faith were very very different. Anne Lister had reconciled her sexuality and her faith perfectly and she thought that if God made her like that, then there was nothing wrong with her. Ann Walker basically thought the opposite. The only one that could make AW feel a little bit better was AL. By January 1833 Anne Lister slept at Lidgate regularly.

“Did she actually think about gay men being hanged?”: November 27, 1832 > She [Ann Walker] had doubted whether it was right to engage herself to me if this sort of thing was so bad between two men it must be so …. I answered this in my usual way it was my natural & undeviating feeling etc. etc. but said I the moral responsibility is already incurred. She seemed better satisfied & asked me to go on Thursday – she is going tomorrow saying she would not let Mss P- [Miss Parkhill] go to Pye Nest & Mrs Dysons by herself for fear evidently of her gossip about us. [SH:7/ML/E/15/0155]. This is the only bit I came across where the Ann(e)s discuss male homosexuality.

In GJ all this happens in just one/two episode/s but in reality this thing went on for months. Ainsworth writes to AW for the first time on the 1st of November 1832 and he keeps writing for quite some time. AW’s health keeps getting worse and worse month after month till she basically has a mental breakdown and goes to live with her sister in Scotland in February 1833.

Now, going back to the fictional Ann(e)s, about that scene…the first thing I wanna say is that I love how Anne Lister reacts to it all. You can see how her attitude changes as the scene progresses and she understands that what Ann’s going through is really bad, worse than what she thought. From the way she replies to Ann at the beginning, and just from her facial expressions, it’s clear that she thinks this whole thing is just a big joke (not in the sense that she doesn’t believe Ann, but in the sense that for her, for Anne, all that’s happening doesn’t make any sense). Anne’s first reaction is almost dismissive, but her voice when she replies is sweet and calm: “Can you hear that?” – “What, the wind?” – Her answers are logical and sarcastic – ”And what are they saying about me?” – “You’re going to die.” – ���Well, yes, eventually.” – She tries to reason with Ann, she tries to make her understand that what she’s hearing is just the wind or the noises of the house, nothing more. But when Ann says – “Don’t be glib!” – Anne starts to change her attitude.

As the scene goes on and Ann says more and more stuff about the voices she hears, Anne becomes more and more serious – “When you say voices, how many can you hear?” – “Ann, do you recognize the voices?” – “Are they always the same voices?” – She stops being dismissive or sarcastic and she starts really paying attention. I love this because it shows that she is a very good observer and she’s very quick to see the importance of the situation and understand what the person she’s with (AW in this case) really needs. She does this many times in the series and it’s one of her character traits I love the most.

I also love how physical she is during this scene. She’s always touching Ann, caressing her, holding her hands, holding her head to her chest, kissing her head. This is how Anne reassures Ann and shows her support, we’ve seen her do this in other occasions: in the scene in 1x03, when Ann’s on the floor, crying because she thought Anne wasn’t gonna come back to her and at the end of 1x05, after Ann tells Anne about Reverend Ainsworth. And I think it’s very important that AL not only gives emotional support but that she also gives physical support. Anne Lister understands that what Ann’s going through is not only emotionally exhausting but also physically exhausting, and she’s there for it, for all of it.

“They’re going to kill you as well as me, and we’ll both burn in hell for all eternity! Everlasting torment in hellfire!“ – In the bible it’s said that sinners who have committed a mortal sin will burn in hell for all eternity. And this is what Ann Walker believes. Ann believes to have committed a mortal sin, she was aware of the sinful act and its gravity and she committed it deliberately. When AW says they’re going to “burn in hell”, AL answers – “What? No!” – This is also an interesting reference to what real Anne Lister thought about all this, in fact she doubted the doctrine of “everlasting torment in hellfire” (”Miss Rawson and I agreed we doubted the doctrine of everlasting torment in hellfire” – 10th February 1833), she probably didn’t believe God could actually let someone burn in hell for all eternity. This shows us how different the Ann(e)s are from each other, and how Anne Lister used to “interpret” the bible in the way that suited her most, while Ann used to observe the common doctrine.

Ann talks about hearing three voices – “Men. Sometimes, there’s a woman.” – If you go back and watch Ann’s nightmare the only three distinctive voices we hear are of two men and a woman. Ann is repeating, in some way, what she heard in her dream: “Anyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in their heart. If your right eye causes you to sin, rip it out! Burn in hell! If your right hand causes you to sin. Cut it off! For it is better that you lose one of your members than that your whole body goes to hell! Hell was created for the devil and his angels. It was a place made for everlasting torment and punishment.“

All this is a paraphrased version of what’s written in the bible about adultery: Matthew 5:29 > “And if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.” and Matthew 5:30 > “And if thy right hand offend thee, cut it off, and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.” These two sections happen right after Jesus said: “everyone who gazes at a woman to lust after her has committed adultery with her already in his heart.“ And then about hell, Matthew 25:41 > “Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels“.

Ann tries to find some peace saying the Lord’s Prayer: “Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses. As we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.“ She’s asking God to help her know His will, she’s asking to be forgiven for her sins, she’s asking for mercy. And she repeats this again and again while holding the Book of Common Prayer AL gave her.

So, I don’t really know where I’m going with this but, yes, all AW’s torments (in real life and in the series) come from the fact that she was unable to reconcile her sexuality and her desires with her faith and her religion. 

Other things about this scene that caught my attention and could be endlessly analyzed: • Anne’s calm and controlled energy that helps Catherine Rawson to deal with the situation and be a little less frightened of Ann • Anne saying “I was in my room next door” and making you go “was she in the room next door?” because she says it so naturally and she sounds so convincing (she has probably used that excuse many times before) that for a split second you believe her even if you know she was not sleeping in the next room • How Anne takes the weights out of the clock herself to get rid of anything that could disturb Ann’s sleep and how this really happened (she didn’t do it herself tho) • Ann Walker just clinging to Anne Lister as soon as Anne is back in the room because Anne is the only one who can make her feel a little better even if she’s also one of the reasons why she feels so bad. And of course Sophie Rundle who is just brilliant in this scene.

I’m gonna end this with two stupid things that I love lol 1. the face Anne makes after Ann told her that the voices are “in the clock” cracks me up. 2. how hot is Anne turning on that thing with which she lights the candle????

Well, I don’t know if I answered you, I hope I have :) have a nice day!

[supernaturalthisfanfic]

Who prays for Lucifer?

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 2537

Warnings: mentions of alcoholism

A/N: ok so funny story. I started writing this in 2016 and I finally finished it, 3 years later. Anyways, here it is. I’m kinda rusty but I’m really proud of this one so ENJOY!

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Imagine the reader runs into Lucifer at the bar and has a heartfelt moment and tells Dean, Sam, and Cas later, “But who prays for Lucifer? Who, in the past eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it the most?”

The familiar smell of liquor and nicotine hit me the moment I stepped into the bar. The mix had become a comforting scent, one signaling me to relax. Visiting the bar had become a habit I’d developed. Not a safe habit for a hunter to have, but one therapeutic enough to numb some of the emotions I tried my best not to feel. My dad was a deadbeat alcoholic and now here I was following in his footsteps. Oh, the irony.  It wasn’t meant to be this way but I felt like I had to drink in order to forget. I was never good enough for the old man. I was always one step behind on all our hunts. I was always making trouble. I was the black sheep of the family, the girl no one cared for or looked after. I was always on my own.

I had Sam and Dean now, whom I was so thankful for. They took me in about 2 years ago and they treated me like family. They were nothing like my real family, if I could even call them that. They cared for each other and looked out for one another. The things they did in order to keep the other safe was like nothing I’d ever seen before. I’d even seen them die for each other, more than a few times. It was strange at first, but I slowly became more comfortable around them, learning what it was like to be a part of something bigger. Dean always told me, “Family don’t end with blood, kiddo.” I think he got it from an old family friend. Robby? Bobby? I can’t remember right now. But even then, sometimes it wasn’t enough. The childhood trauma I went through wasn’t something I could just get over so quickly. Sam and Dean knew this and they understood me, which is why they gave me my space every once in a while. They let me work through whatever I needed to in any way I needed to. 

A burning sensation flared down my throat as I swished back a shot of whisky. As I signaled the bartender for another round, I sensed someone sit down next to me. It was when they spoke that the hairs on my arms stood up and my body tensed. 

“I’ll have what she’s having.” Although I knew it would have been useless in this situation, I slid my hand down to my gun, but found it missing from my waistband. “Relax sweetheart. I’m not here on business.” I turned my head towards the devil himself. Lucifer. My gun was spinning in his right hand. 

“Then what are you here for?” He stared down at his drink before responding.

“Company.” The emptiness and loneliness in his voice was evident, and for a

slight second my eyes softened before hardening again. He took a sip of his drink 

and closed his eyes. “You know, I used to be my dad’s favorite. At least that’s what everyone tells me. It’s been so long, I can’t remember for myself. The only real memory I have of my father is him casting me down from home, putting me in a cage for billions of years. For what? For disagreeing with him. For not believing you humans to be his perfect creation. For thinking bowing to a broken and flawed species was beyond us. So he cast me out of heaven, punishing me with an eternity of isolation. After something like that, it’s hard to imagine ever being his favorite.” His jaw clenched. Setting his glass back down onto the bar table, a long silence crept between us before he turned to look in my direction. His eyes were dark and seemingly sunk into the shadows of his face. Dim blue lighting coming from the bar made them look dull and vacant. The creases in his forehead gradually softened as the corners of his mouth relaxed, allowing a melancholic demeanor to replace his usual devilish front. He looked vulnerable. I found myself reaching across the bar, gently placing my hand over his. He froze.

“I’m sorry.” It might have been the alcohol in my system and the light buzz I was beginning to feel, but I felt compassion for him. Growing up and even now as an adult, I’d always been told the devil was an evil man, a fallen angel who was dangerous and rebellious, walking about “like a lion, seeking to devour someone.” The “wicked one” is what he was referred to as. Yet, the man sitting in front of me right now was the complete opposite. There was no trace of maliciousness on his face. His posture weak as he hung his body to the bar’s counter. 

“You’re sorry?” he softly questioned, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“Yes. I’m sorry.” I stared back at him, trying to convey my sincerity through my eyes which had then begun to glaze over. “All these years you’ve been alone. You’ve been judged for your actions and your mistakes. And all based on the word of God. No one’s ever bothered to ask for your side of the story. They’ve discredited you, insulted you, made it to where redemption didn’t seem an option. So yes, I’m sorry.” I turned to face the bar, breaking eye contact. He kept his gaze on me for a minute longer before turning his direction towards the bar. The rest of the night was spent in silence, a quick glance exchanged as I left.

I saw him again the following week. And then the week after that. And the one after that. Before we knew it, it became routine for Lucifer and I. Every Tuesday night I’d head down to the bar and I’d find him sitting in the same stool, three chairs down from the pool table, sipping on a glass of whiskey. This went on for months. We sat in silence at first, but as time passed, we began having conversations. We spoke of our favorite music, our favorite movies, shared more of our life’s stories. Our talks deepened with every encounter. At one point, I’d forgotten I was speaking with the devil. “I have to get back to the motel. I’m not usually out this late and I need to head back before Sam and Dean come looking for me.” I laughed. At the mention of the Winchester brothers, Lucifer’s eyes flickered a bright red before shifting back to the regular warm brown I had grown accustomed to these past few weeks. 

“Wouldn’t want the mighty Winchesters to come and try to save the day.” He  rolled his eyes and waved his hands around in a mocking fashion. I sighed.

“Hey Lucifer?”

“Yes, (y/n)?”

“Thank you.” He cocked his head to the right, scrunching his eyebrows. “Thank you for- just thank you. I enjoy your company.” His eyes softened and before he could say anything, I rushed forward and threw my arms around him. My embrace caught him off guard and his breath silenced for a split second before he relaxed and gently placed his arms around me. We lingered in each other’s embrace a minute more before I pulled back. “I’ll text you once I get to the motel safely!” I shouted as I pushed against the glass door of the bar and walked out into the cold september air.

As I reached the motel, I slowed down and prayed for the boys to be asleep so I wouldn’t have to explain why I was out so late. This was the fourth time this month I’ve come home late, not to add this was the latest I had ever been out. I honestly had no idea what excuse I was gonna give them this time. I hesitantly reached for the motel door, but before my hand could fully grasp the handle, the door swung open. Sam was standing in front of me with his bag hung over his shoulder, phone pressed up against his ear.

“(Y/n)!” He lowered his phone from his ear and dropped his bag onto the floor, pulling me inside the room. Dean came bursting through the bathroom door. 

“Where the hell have you been?” Dean tucked his gun which had previously been in hand, back into his waistband. “Sam and I called you a million times. We were just headed out to look for you. It’s three o’clock in the morning! What were you thinking?” My heart quickened and the sweat built on my forehead.

“I was at the bar,” I said as calmly as possible, “my phone ran out of battery.” I looked anywhere but the boys’ faces, avoiding all eye contact. I could feel their eyes on me as I slipped off my jacket and moved towards the bed. I lifted my head and my eyes connected with Dean’s as I attached my phone to its charger. “What, Dean? You think I’m lying? I was at the bar and my phone ran out of battery. I don’t know what else you want me to s-” I was cut off by Dean pulling his gun out and pointing it straight at me. “Woah, woah, woah! Dean!” My breath hitched and I shot both my hands up. “I get you’re upset but what the hell!” My eyes opened wide. Any trace of alcohol in my system was surely gone by now.

“(Y/n),” Dean spoke cautiously, “move over here now.” He cocked his gun.

“Alright boys, no need to get violent here.” I turned around to face the voice coming from behind me.

“Luci? What are you doing here?” I stared at him with wide eyes.

“You said you’d text me when you got to the motel safely and I hadn’t heard back from you. I called but you didn’t answer. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. There’s some bad people in this world you know?” Lucifer smirked at the end, shifting his stare towards the Winchesters. I turned my attention towards Sam and Dean.

“(Y/n)?” Sam sneered. “You want to explain to us what the hell is going on?” I let out a sigh as I switched my gaze between Lucifer and the boys. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Well,” I hesitated, “Luci and I-”

“Luci?” Dean interrupted with a bellowing voice. “(Y/n), do you hear yourself right now? You just gave the devil a damn nickname. You’re acting as if he’s your friend!” His eyes were hard and I could see his jaw clench.

“He is my friend!” Quiet fell across the room and all you could hear was my heavy breathing. Luci was the one to break the silence.

“I think the nickname is pretty cute.” He earned a glare from Sam and Dean. “What? You don’t like it? I was thinking of keeping it.” Shrugging his shoulders, he took a seat on the bed. My eyes switched from Luci back towards the boys as I placed my hand on my forehead. 

“All of you. Stop.” I spoke with a firm, demanding voice. I needed all of their attention for what I was about to say. “Everybody sit on the bed.” Nobody moved. “I said, everybody sit on the bed. Now.” This time the boys moved. They sat on the opposite bed in which Luci was already sitting. I turned towards them and took a deep breath. “I know we all have our differences. And before you say some smart ass comments, Dean, Luci, let me finish.” I looked towards the boys. “Boys, every Tuesday for the past few months, Lucifer and I have been meeting at the bar. We’ve talked more than you can imagine and we’ve gotten close.” They both scoffed. I gave them a glare. “Luci is my friend and that’s not going to change. He isn’t who you think he is. He’s just lonely and hurt. I mean think about it. Everybody believes he’s a bad person and in the past billion years he’s had no one there for him.”

“And for good reason (y/n)! For crying out loud, there’s a whole damn book talking about how dangerous he is, how manipulative! You’re falling for a trap!”

“Sam! That’s exactly my point! That book was written by who? By God. By his prophets. It’s told from God's point of view! But what about his? What about Lucifer’s? God’s book tells you all his faults and all his wrongs but what of his good? He’s still an angel for pete’s sake. He just needs someone to care! He needs company! When God created humans, Luci went from being the favorite to being completely ignored. God had his prophets. The angels had the humans. Lucifer had no one. He was forgotten. You have no idea what that can do to you. Loneliness is a poison.” I took a breath before I continued, leaving no room for an interjection. “If according to everyone else, Lucifer is the father of sin, why hasn’t anyone prayed for him? Huh? Who prays for Lucifer? Who, in the past eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner who needed it the most?” I looked over at Luci. “Luci. You are my friend and I promise you, you will never be alone again. Not as long as I’m alive.” I took a step back, signaling I was done saying what I had to say. We basked in the silence until Sam spoke up.

“Ok.” He nodded his head and looked at me with his puppy dog eyes. 

“Ok?” That’s all he had to say?

“Yeah. Ok. I understand.” He stood up, looked over at Luci and then back at me. He walked over to Lucifer and stopped in front of him. Dean followed. “I don’t like you. I probably never will. But for (y/n) I’ll stand you.” Dean leaned in close and continued after Sam.

“Listen here, Luci,” he mocked, “(y/n) is family and I look out for my family. Saying that, if you so much as hurt her in any way, I’ll kill you.” Both the boys backed up. I stepped in front of them, grabbing Luci by the arm. Leading him outside, I closed the motel door behind us. 

“(Y/n). Did you really mean everything you said? Am I really someone you consider a friend?” His voice softened at the end, no louder than a whisper. I looked back at him and gave him a faint smile.

“Of course I meant everything I said.” He gave me a big smile and dropped his head, sticking his hands in his pockets. “I should probably go back inside, don’t want to push my luck.” I laughed. “See you next week, Luci.”

“Yeah, see you next week (y/n).” He smiled at me. And then he was gone.

[rookisaknight]

No Cult AUs, but like, still sad about it

The thing is I'm deeply uninterested in "no cult" AUs where the Seeds are just like, completely functional members of society because so much of what we see of their personality is linked directly back to their own trauma. Obviously, your pain doesn't necessarily define who you grow up to be, but just because they're not inherently evil doesn't mean they wouldn't have rough edges. Starting a murder cult in Montana isn't the problem, it's a symptom of the problem. (That's a fun sentence)

I want a Jacob who did some fucked up things during military service, and who didn't get the help he needed. Who still spent time in the shelter before John and Joseph found him. Things are a bit better in Montana. At the very least he finds some solace in the woods, away from people and overwhelming stimulus.

But he still refuses therapy. Refuses to sit down with anyone he thinks is trying to poke around in his head. He's unwilling (some might say afraid) to give up all the ugliness inside of him. Miller, juvie, his father, all of them shaped him into the man he is. He doesn't know who he is apart from all that, and he refuses to find out.

He's as mean and tough as the timber wolves he trains. More than a few establishments have barred him for violent incidents, sometimes when he's having an episode and others that are just a part of his personality. There's very few who understand that there even is a softer side. That there's only a handful of people on this rock that he cares about, but he'd move heaven and Earth for them without batting an eye, no questions asked.

Jacob also struggles a lot with his own understanding of his masculinity. Juvie and the military were both toxic environments for a boy to come into manhood. He's not a monster, but it's hard for him to push that out of his head. To not snidely remark that maybe John should try skirts if he's gonna spend so blessed long on his clothes. To stop himself from pushing Rachel out "while the men talk" or snort that maybe Deputy Pratt is "batting for the other team" if you catch his drift. And it sucks, and it's gross, but it's there. 

It's also the only part of himself that he allows to change. Grace Armstrong is one of the few Hope County veterans he actually talks to and feels any sense of connection to. They get drinks on occasion, swap the few war stories they actually have any fondness for and shoot the shit. And one night, she quietly informs him one night that while he’s probably the closest thing she has to a best friend if he calls Adelaide Drubman a whore or insinuates that Jess needs taming, she will not hesitate to stick her boot so far up his ass he won’t shit right for weeks. She’s giving him a crash course on “feminism for gross white mountain men” and helping him come to terms with parts of his own sexuality that he’d been afraid to look in the eyes before. He’s not there yet, but he’s learning.

There are untold sleepless nights. Many of those spent curled up under his blankets, blocking his ears against imaginary gunfire and closing his eyes tight against what he fears he’s going to see. Jacob Seed wakes up every morning, looks in the mirror, and doesn’t recognize or like a single bit of what stares back at him. But he hopes he’ll find peace in the mountains. He’s taken up wood-carving. Maybe using a knife for a less bloody purpose would help...

Joseph takes regular medication for schizophrenia. Alarms are set on his phone (An old flip model, Faith has yet to convert him to a touchscreen), and he rarely misses a day. The meds aren’t perfect: the drowsiness can make his temper shorter than it should be, and the weight gain and constipation can make diet maintenance a struggle. But he’s a disciplined man. He manages. And keeps the voices at bay to the best of his ability.

Medication and regular therapy (when he could afford it) have killed off the more manic sides of his religion, but it hasn’t taken away his faith.  Their miserable youth drove Jacob farther from God. It drew Joseph closer. Perhaps an instinctive desire to understand whatever it was that drove their father into such fits over perceived wickedness. And yet, the God he encounters is not one that belonged to his father. It seems to be one that belongs entirely to Joseph. Not exactly a comfortable Hallmark brand, but something that compels him to disciplined behavior. Fills him with peace, and a desire to share that peace with others.

He talks theology with Jerome on fishing trips. They don’t agree on a lot regarding God. But there’s a kinship there. If they’re two blind men trying to feel out the shape of an elephant and coming to different conclusions on what they hold, at least they agree there is something to feel. 

He remains something of a manipulator. Father Seed is an open and accepting presence, one with the ability to reach into the very heart of your pain, expose it, and then apply a quick and ready balm. When he takes the lectern he is a gifted thinker, an eloquent speaker, and a charismatic communicator. Perhaps its an aspect of himself. But when he goes home Sunday night, takes off the suit and steps into jeans, he becomes reserved once more. Those who have seen the transformation find it almost spooky. The eyes go from a warm embrace to a cold calculation. The Father doesn’t get crossed often, but those who scheme against his congregation or offend his family finds themselves quickly exposed by him, their insecurities laid bare and attacked. It's unnerving how he can easily pick up on the tells of a weak self-image, of a troubled family or a problem with drinking. The Sherriff sometimes jokes he’d make a good detective. Or a con man.

Joseph Seed has a knack for sowing discomfort. Something about him is a little too...open. Like he unlocked a part of his soul most keep to their private selves and laid it out on the surface. But his perceptiveness gives him great strength as a counselor, and for every person who swears he's a devil, there's someone who knows he helped them out of their deepest and darkest places.

John had to work hard to unlearn the lessons from his abusers. He could afford the finest therapists in the world but until Joseph found him he refused to go. At some point, before reaching adulthood he picked up on the general notion that parents shouldn't hurt their kids the way all of his had. But it was so hard to tell himself that he didn't....deserve it.

Was it wrong to say there were moments where he was almost proud of it? The world was full of sinners, but thanks to his parents he had the courage to face it. To take his punishment and atone. The self-mutilation, the whippings and fasting and hours in prayer until his voice was hoarse and his knees bled.....maybe others viewed them as grotesque but to him, they were redemption. He didn't ask why it had to happen to him. He could only think that maybe the world would be a better place if everyone did it.

It created a split in his sense of self-worth. On the one hand, he viewed himself as a maggot straining for approval from on high, unworthy of even the crumbs of forgiveness yet anxious to gobble them up. That self-loathing tormented him, drove him to drown his agonies in substance abuse and turn to the pain of a knife or a needle to make him feel punished enough. And yet, on the other hand, he saw himself as superior to everyone else. At least he knew his place in the hierarchy of creation. Better a worm that knows he's a worm than a worm that thinks he's a lion.

John's a mess of coping mechanisms. In college, there was the bottle, self-harm, and a lover or two or three. Always putting himself in the most degrading position possible, because at least then he felt like he could deserve affection. And after graduation...there was a tight control. Every hour was stuffed for maximum productivity because free minute meant time where the dark thoughts could creep and catch him unawares. he wouldn't let himself go to bed until he was ready to drop from exhaustion.

Joseph, Jacob, and even Faith learn to spot the signs of when things are getting bad for him. When the dark circles under his eyes are growing more and more prominent but his clothes are immaculate. When Joseph finds him stashing razor blades (he hasn’t hurt himself since moving to Montana, but having them within reach becomes important to him). When Faith finds him screaming at someone because they brought him the wrong blueprints for the youth center. It's tricky, because openly acknowledging The Thing will only make John try harder to cover it up. But they find subtle ways of defusement. Jacob lays off giving him a hard time, for once. Joseph finds ways of lessening the work on his table and manages to carefully sneak in commendation during their weekly meetings. Faith insists on cooking for him and visiting regularly under the pretense of discussing her college plans. It's not a perfect system, but its the best they know to pull him out of it

Rachel Jessop still takes the name Faith Seed. Not for any heraldry purposes. But because she wants to feel....a part of something. The converting process asks you to put off your old self. Rachel Jessop, the druggie, the abused, the disappointment, the unloved, was such a bundle of hurt and anguish and self-destruction that the only way she felt she could put it behind her was to recreate herself. The last name was easy. The Father had given her a family, and she would wear that fact proudly. 

Faith was because it was what was required of her every day. The faith that tomorrow she would be able to stay off the needle. That she wouldn’t harm herself tomorrow. That the only tears she would shed would be tears of joy. Joseph said faith was perhaps not the right word for it. After all, all these things took effort on her part. But for her, they also required trust in a higher power, to guide her and keep her on the Path. 

Though she cast off Rachel’s name, so many of the worst parts of her followed into the new identity. The codependency and abandonment issues, so strong sometimes that she can’t go home that night, to the small, but empty cabin that she’s made her own. Joseph and John both have a guest bedroom set aside for her, and she takes advantage of this frequently.

Her desperate need to please the people around her is often imperceptible. She seems so bright and happy and full of life that many take her as the finest example that Eden’s Gate saves lives. But there is so much pain behind the smile. An offhanded comment about her hair from one of the teens in her bible study sets her off in an obsessive spiral for a couple of days after. At church events, she stays longest, cleans everything up. Her phone is constantly buzzing with messages from all the lonely hearts of Hope County. She neglects her mental health in favor of helping others.

If she can just....if she can prove to Joseph that she was worth saving...She hated feeling like a pity case. Like in her core she was still that same wretched sinner that showed up stoned to her first sermon. Who stole her best friends credit card and went on a shopping spree. Who baited her sickly mother with empty promises of daughterly love in order to get money for rent, or more often, meth. She’d been hurt by so many people in her life that she had felt like she was justified in hurting everyone else in a directionless act of revenge. And now that she’s older, she’s worried she’s ruined herself for honestly helping others. Every act she does is not enough to assuage her guilt, that sometimes fills her up so much it makes her nauseous.

She’s working with Joseph on this. They meet once a week to discuss her spiritual progress. At his recommendation, she also visits a counselor fairly regularly, which seems to help. And in all honesty, this might be what makes her connect so well with the teenaged population of Hope County. She knows what its like to feel like an unlovable outcast, to worry that you are disappointing everyone. Faith, in her own way, is dazzling. Most just wish that she knew that too. 

[artmd]

This was your life! (translated from Spanish)

Luke 12:19: “And I will say to my soul: Soul, you have plenty of grain laid up for many years.  Take life easy; eat, drink and be merry.”

Luke 12:20: “But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you.  Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?”

Hebrews 9:27: Just as people are destined to die once, and after that to face judgement,

Isaiah 64:6: All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.

John 5:28: Do not be amazed at this, for a time is coming when all who are in their graves will hear his voice

John 5:29: those who have done what is good will rise to live, and those who have done what is evil will rise to be condemned.

“At judgement? - No, this can’t be.  The heavens and hell are here on earth! I always said that.”

“Come, you have an appointment.”

“Will there be others there?”

“Oh yes, many more.”

“This is your destiny.”

“I refuse to believe that this is happening to me!”

“Look - I have been a good man.  I have lived like all the rest.”

“Everything is recorded in the books!”

Romans 3:10: As it is written: “There is no one righteous, not even one.”

Revelations 20:12: And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened.  Another book was opened, which is the book of life.  The dead were judged according to what they had done as recorded in the books.”

“They examine your life!”

“Yes, Lord!”

This was your life!

_______

“Look, that’s me when I was a baby! I guess they’re going to review everything I’ve done?”

Mark 4: 22: For whatever is hidden is meant to be disclosed, and whatever is concealed is meant to be brought out into the open.

“There you are when you were young.”

“Ha, ha! Listen, I’m gonna tell you guys the dirtiest joke I’ve heard in my life! They say there once was a...”

“No! Stop that! Don’t put that joke here, here no!”

Matthew 12:36: “But I tell you that everyone will have to give account on the day of judgment for every empty word they have spoken.”

“Wow, good-looking!” - (thinking about a woman)

“Yes, I remember having done that, but nobody saw me!”

Matthew 5:28: But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart.”

“Lying, disobedient to parents, proud, slanderer, cruel, gossiper, hater of God, adulterer, jealous, thief, cursing, fornicator, hypocrite”

Matthew 10:26: “There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known.”

“Hey! Look! There I am in church! You see, I wasn’t so bad!”

John 3:16: For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

“How will I ever know how the soccer game goes!” - (thinking in church)

Romans 10:9: If you declare with our mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.

“What does this have to do with me? What time is it?” - (thinking in church)

John 14:6 Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life.  No one comes to the Father except through me.”

“You would joke! I don’t need Christ! Maybe I’m bad? I will follow my own path!” - (talking in church)

“There’s no doubt I was crazy!” - (thinking now)

“What can I say? ... I’m lost! I’m hopeless!  I’m without Christ! I’m guilty...guilty!”

Galatians 6:7 Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked.  A man reaps what he sows.

“Open the book of life!”

“Lord, his name isn’t here!”

“Get away from me, damned ones, to the eternal fire prepared by the devil and his angels.”

Matthew 25:46: “Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.”

Revelations 20:15 Anyone whose name was not found written in the book of life was thrown into the lake of fire.

_______In Transformation: This can be your life!

2 Peter 3:9 The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness.  Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.

“Of course I believe in the Bible, I know I’m lost and will go to hell.  But, what should I do to be saved?”

“Repent! Deliver your life to Christ.  Recognize that He died for your sins and receive him as your Savior.”

John 3:3 Jesus replied, “Very truly I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God unless they are born again.”

“Lord, I recognize I’m a sinner.  I repent of my sins.  I accept Jesus Christ as my Savior and Lord!”

Isaiah 1:18: “Come now, let us settle the manner,” says the Lord.  “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.”

- (praying now) - “My God, what is your will for me now?”

“Sir, he is not only one of the best employees, he is also a good Christian.”

Philippians 1:21 For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.

- (at death) - “Lord Jesus, take my hand! I go to your presence!”

Psalms 116:15 Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his faithful servants.

Matthew 25:21 “His master replied, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things.  Come and share your master’s happiness!’

1 Corinthians 2:9 However, as it is written: “What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived” - the things God has prepared for those who love him.”

__________The Bible says there is only one path to heaven!

John 14:6 Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life.  No one comes to the Father except through me.”

Nobody else can save you.  Trust in Jesus today!

Romans 10:9 If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.

1. Recognize that you’re a sinner.  Read Romans 3:10.

2. Decide to leave sin (repent).  Read Acts 17:30. 

3.  Believe that Jesus Christ died for you, was buried and resurrected from the dead.  Read Romans 19: 9-10.

4.  In prayer, invite Jesus to your life that he becomes your personal Savior.  Read Romans 10:13.

What to Pray: Dear/Beloved God, I am a sinner and need forgiveness.  I believe that Jesus Christ spilled his precious blood and died for my sin.  I want to leave sin behind.  Now I invite Christ to come to my heart and my life as my personal Savior. 

If you believe in Jesus as your Savior, perhaps there will start a marvelous new life in Him.  Now: 

1.  Read your Bible daily to get to know Jesus Christ better.

2.  Talk with God in prayer all days.

3.  Get baptized, love God, unite and serve with other Christians in a church where they preach of Jesus Christ and where the Bible is the supreme authority.

4.  Talk of Christ to others.

[scaplivingtogether]

Seven Crimes and Punishments- Living Together: Now, Let the games begin

Chapter 3

Now, Let the games begin

It has been an hour since that faithful morning-

Everyone was becoming bored with being stuck in a box, no one wants to cope with one another, especially Nemesis and Gallerian considering they aren't on speaking terms. Everyone was just laying around in the living room when Allen remembered what Michaela said about the attic.

"Hmmm, maybe I'll go see what's inside the attic so we'll know what we can do." Allen said as he got up and went upstairs.

"I'm sorry what?" Banica asked while filing her nails, she doesn't seemed to have paid attention to what he said.

"Something about guaranteeing that no girl will ever make love to him." Sateriasis said while reading one of his erotica books, both him and Banica laughed in the process.

"I can hear you two down there, you pair of barbarians!" Allen yelled from another room.

"Hey, leave my brother alone, alright?" Riliane said coldly to the two sinners.

"Like you're the one to talk young lady, you boss him around 24/7." Banica said.

"At least he wasn't lazy! No offense Margarita."

"Non taken." Margarita said with a smile.

Allen then came back with a cardboard box filled with things in there, "Ok, I just grabbed the first thing I saw in there but I hope it'll keep us entertained for the time being." Allen said as he opened the box, he chuckled, "Well speak of the devil, there is." He pulled what seems to be a board game and placed it on the table, everyone surrounded the game on the table that reads "Monopoly".

"They left us "Monopoly"?" Nemesis asked. "That looks more like father's type of game."

"Hey!" Gallerian snapped.

"Well there other games too like "Sorry", "Cluedo", "Twister", "Guess Who", "Life", "Mouse Trap", "Mahjongg", "Stratego", "Uno", and "Hanafuda". Allen said checking the box.

"I call Twister!" Venomania said gleefully while holding up a white box with four colored spots and a bold text reading: "Twister!"

Banica looked at what her ancestor was holding next to her and formed a mischievous grin. After much thought, she nodded vigorously and the two went and prepared the mat.

"Oh good Levia." Gallerian muttered in disgust, "I sense more Venomania babies in our future."

"How'd you figure?" Margarita asked innocently.

"Nothing good ever comes from playing that game." He answered.

"Is it because you got Mom pregnant when you played it with her?" Nemesis asked, smirking.

Gallerian did not know what to say, he obviously didn't want to talk about it, his face turned completely red and covered his face with his hands saying:"I hate you so much, Nemesis."

"Nice comeback, Sudou." Sateriasis added as he shook her hand, Nemesis played along due to her satisfaction. Soon, Banica removed the bottom part of her dress revealing that she's been wearing a pair of black stretchy shorts, blood started to leak out of the Duke's nose when he saw that.

"That's sick, she's your descendant." Kayo said in disgust.

"You are too, and your carrying Lukana's body." Sateriasis said as he wiped his nose with a handkerchief that was hidden in his sleeve. Leaving Kayo red in the face.

~TWISTER~

ROUND 1

Cherubim(Sateriasis) Venomania VS Banica Conchita

Soon before they knew it, Sateriasis was balancing on his feet and one left hand horizontally over Banica's back who is vertically balancing herself on her hands and toes, the tension between those two are terrible, no one knows who's gonna fall first, Riliane spun the wheel.

"Right hand red." Riliane said. Banica got to the spot next to her before her Depraved Ancestor did, leaving him hanging.

"Good luck, Grandpa." Banica teased.

"This is awkward." he said as he reached his arm under Banica's neck to the red spot, nearly choking her to death.

"Ack." Banica gagged as Riliane spun the wheel again.

"Right foot yellow." Riliane said.

Banica tried her best to reach but then she lost her footing a fell, her chin was also clinged onto Sateriasis's arm causing him to fall on top of her as well, ending the first round.

"Ow." Banica groaned.

Sateriasis sat up regularly to ask: "Who won?"

"Well considering that Banica fell first before you, You won." Margarita answered.

"Good, I prefer to be dominant male."

"Oh be quite you." Banica sighed.

"Next round is Margarita Blankenheim vs Gallerian Marlon" Riliane said. Hearing this, Gallerian stood up and removed his judge's cloak, revealing his blue vest and white dress shirt.

ROUND 2

Margarita Blankenheim VS Gallerian Marlon

Soon Gallerian was positioned like if he was crab walking while Margarita was above the Judge on his torso with her chest facing him and her left arm on the blue spot.

"Left foot Green." Riliane said. They did what the princess said, Gallerian was on the brink of falling, but it wasn't from balance though, it was from making uncomfortable contact with the teenage Clockworker's Doll.

"Let me ask you this: Did Sateriasis put you up to this?" Gallerian asked nervously.

"Maaaaaybe." She said childishly.

"I just wanna see if you can make babies that way." Sateriasis answered, smiling evilly as Margarita's face turned red.

"Your Disgusting." Gallerian sneered in disgust. "If I get out of this I'm coming over there to kick your ass."

"Oh come now it be like doing it with a one of those Sex dolls in your era, Gallerian." Sateriasis said.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Margarita growled viciously considering that she's a doll herself, she get off of Gallerian before he fell, ran for the Duke and started to pull on the dread locks of his hair.

"OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!" He chanted repeatedly as Margarita pulled.

"You mess with the bull you get the horns Duke, remember that." Nemesis said in an unamused tone.

"So by the fault Gallerian won because Margarita left the arena before he fell." Riliane said, "Are the Sudous participating?"

Kayo shook her head while she was tailoring the curtains, "I got work to do." she answered.

"Nemesis?"

"Nope." She curtly replied.

"Alright, and since Allen and I aren't playing either it would be the men's turn, winner take all."

ROUND 3

Gallerian Marlon VS Cherubim(Sateriasis) Venomania

The game progressed and the two full grown men are already tangled up in a mess. Sateriasis being under the Judge on his hands and feet while Gallerian was on the Dukes back with his right rib-cage horizontally.

"Give up?" Gallerian asked.

"I'd rather lose my hair than lose to an old goat with blue hair!" Sateriasis snapped.

"Old goat? Who calls people that anymore?" Kayo asked.

"Fitting name though." Nemesis said shrugging

"Bite me.." Gallerian sneered at his devil spawn, only for the former Dictator to give him a raspberry.

"Right hand green!' Riliane said.

Gallerian gulped, he attempted crawled to that spot with his fingers, sadly enough he fell on the aristocratic pervert, ending the game officially.

"Game Over! No winners!" Riliane called out raising her hands in the air.

"No way! It's Not fair!" Sateriasis whined while pounding his hands on the mat like a spoiled child. "No fair! No fair! No fair!"

"You know what's not fair?: Making me and Margarita your whores thus costing her the game." Gallerian snapped at the Duke.

"Why don't you button that big mouth of yours?" The Duke sneered, pushing the judge off of him.

"Maybe we should play another game." Kayo said now tailoring the table cloth in the kitchen.

"Good Idea Sudou." Allen said, apparently he was eating bananas while watching the game quietly, "What else do we got?"

"What about "Uno"?" Nemesis asked, holding the box containing the cards.

"Anyone?" Allen asked. Everyone raised their hands. "Ok."

~UNO~

Everyone was disposing and gaining cards in the game of numbers and colors, the person who calls out "Uno" means they have one more card to dispose of, if they do dispose it they win.

Banica throws in a joker card, "Blue." she said. Everyone threw in cards based on that color until after Margarita threw in a Blue 5, Gallerian threw in another card with the same number, except it was yellow instead of blue, they continued the game until...

"Uno." Allen said, holding up the last card.

Kayo, who seemed to the most calm of the eight was twitching, her faced turned twisted with envy as she stood up and kicked the coffee table over with her foot, knocking the cards off of the players hands and the table top.

"Aaaaaaaaaaagh!" Allen called out when the table fell on him. The sinners looked up to the angry tailor with awe as she sat on the table crushing Allen, crossing her legs, the only one who spoke up was Riliane who asked:

"Was it because Allen said "Uno" first before you did?"

"DAMN RIGHT!" Kayo said to Riliane with venom seeping through her teeth.

"Geez jealous much?" Banica said rubbing her hands that were hurt from impact. "I guess your fit to be "Envy" after all."

Allen crawled out of the carnage Kayo caused and said: "Well I guess it's time to play another game, Kayo please get off of me." She did as he asked as Allen got out of under the mess she made. Allen walked to the box filled with game boards. "The only candidates where no on wins or loses is "Monopoly" and "Life...anyone up for "Life"?" He raised up the board. Kayo, Nemesis, and Margarita raised their hands. "Monopoly?" He asked raising another one, Gallerian, Riliane, Banica, and Sateriasis raised their hands. "Monopoly" it is then."

"Figures." Nemesis said under her breath, "Cheapskate."

"Be quite, bitch." Gallerian said glaring at Nemesis.

~MONOPLOY~

Allen got out the pieces of the game, everyone's the fallowing:

[Allen- Thimble]

[Riliane- Puppy]

[Margarita- Old Boot]

[Kayo- Iron]

[Banica- Wheel Barrel]

[Nemesis- War Ship]

[Sateriasis- Top Hat]

[Gallerian- Sports Car]

The game went one for quite a time, Homes bought and money's earn and lost, Banica moved her Wheel Barrel to one of the spots, grabbed a card that reads: "Go to the big house."

"Oh do I get a big house?" Banica said excitedly.

"It means you go to Jail." Margarita corrected calmly.

"What? Does anyone win at Monopoly?" She exclaimed.

"You don't win, you just do better in each turn." Allen said. "Besides I don't want Kayo flipping the table on me again."

"That doesn't sounds fair." Venomania said finally.

"Neither is having goat horns Duke." Kayo said. referring to his demon form.

"Well I never." He said as he glared.

Gallerian stood up, straightening his cloak saying: "Well I'm bored, I'm gonna go to my room now."

"Ah you poor sport." Riliane sighed.

He was about to go up stairs before he asked: "Which one's my room?"

"The one with the body pillow on Sateriasis's bed." Allen answered.

"Thank you." He left.

"Who's up for Dad's winnings?" Nemesis asked.

"I do." Sateriasis answered smirking.

Nemesis then looked for the money Gallerian earned on the table...but it was not to be seen. "Where did he put them?"

"I hit the jackpot!" Riliane cheered. "Where's the money bag piece?"

"I'll get it." Margarita said, she was look on the table as well...sadly It's not there either. "Strange, is the game missing a piece?"

"No I double checked all the pieces are there." Allen replied, then he noticed something odd, as a matter of fact more odd: All of the fake money is gone. "HUH!? WHERE DID THEY GO!?"

"Missing money and Money bag piece...does that strike you as a little suspicious?" Sateriasis said wiggling his eye brows.

"...HEY WAIT A MINUTE, FATHEEEEEEEEEEEEER!" Nemesis yelled upon realization.

"I got it." Banica said as she stood up and went up to Gallerian's room, only to find it locked.

"Gally open the door." She said as she jingled the door nob more.

"No one's here." Gallerian said on the other side. "Go away."

"Hey Nemesis you still got that key that shape-shifts?"

"No Allen took it after I used [Punishment] in the Graveyard." She answered after she got up the stairs. "But I can do this." she grabbed her hair pin from from her pocket and started to pick the lock, it opens, there was no one inside.

"No one's here? How's that possible?" Banica said dumbfounded.

They looked around the room for him until Nemesis went to a window that's between Gallerian's and Sateriasis's beds, she looked and said: "Found him." Banica looked out and found that Gallerian had tided his cloak to the window to climb down from with the fake money and game piece in hand, unfortunately it wasn't long enough for the house they live in was a two story.

"Hey, hey Grandpa, look at this." Banica beckoned Sateriasis, he looked and started to laugh at the Judge's situation.

"Enjoying yourself? HA HA HA HA HA!" Venomania teased, still laughing.

"Ahahahaha, am I enjoying myse-shut up." He sarcastically replied.

"Father! Get your stupid ass back up here!" Nemesis yelled.

"I rather have broken legs than be poor."

"Next time use the bed sheets it's a lot longer than your cloak." Banica advised.

"Great, a few hours of being inside this box and now Gallerian's already starting things up." Allen said, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"It's like Babysitting except your not getting paid." Riliane said, only to receive a glare from Allen. "Excuse me."

Suddenly, the seams on Gallerian's cloak started to rip open, "Nononononononono!" Gallerian muttered. As fate would have it, it ripped and he fell, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! OOF!" Right into Margarita's Greeonion Plateau Roses, cushioning his fall.

"Awwwww, I just planted them." Margarita whined.

Gallerian crawled out of the roses, covered in vines, roses, and thorns. "Ow...ow...ow...ow...ow." He muttered.

Kayo untied Gallerian's sleeve from the window that's now missing it's cloak and said: "Looks like I got more work too do, where's the rest?"

"I...h-have it." Gallerian said weakly. The poison from the thorns are really infecting him badly.

"You know Judge." Allen started, "Funny thing about "Gift" and "Poison" is that when a human gets infected they die...but with souls as demonstrated by Eve Moonlit with her Eighth Gift is that it puts them to sleep, so you getting effected is kinda like a forced nap."

"I d-don't need to hear th-that from you, b-brat." He passes out, letting go of the money and game piece. Nemesis jumped from the window, landed perfectly on the ground, walked to her father, and got the piece and the money and offered them to Sateriasis and Riliane.

"No thank you, I'm done playing anyways." Riliane said.

"I'll take 'em." Sateriasis said.

"OK." She gave the faux money to him. Nemesis then took out a washable black marker and wrote "Douchebag" across Gallerian's forehead.

"Oh come now child, I know your mad at him but that is just plain juvenile." Banica said while nomming on her ancestor's hair, he seems to be unaware of it."

"You sound like my mother." She replied. "Only without the pipe."

END CHAPTER

[imaginosdesdinova]

Modified: The Childhood of Imaginos

MODIFIED

The Childhood of Imaginos

PROLOGUE

As the dog days of summer beat down upon the town of Hampton, New Hampshire, the midwives conferred amongst themselves. 

One of the local women was in the last days of her confinement. The truth was that she had been in hiding from all save her elderly mother as she had turned up quite unexpectedly with child through a union she with a father she would not identify.

Some had insisted that she had found far too much comfort in the arms of the middle son of one of the church elders. Others said that she had been at clicket with Old Nick himself and that trying and convicting her as a witch was the only way to stop the end of days.

The midwives believed none of it. To them, she was a young woman who had been taken by either force or cajolery and then left to deal with whatever might come of it.

“The Devil indeed,” the eldest midwife snorted. “Well, any man who’d take advantage of a kindly woman such as that is the Devil if you ask me.”

“And to send her off is if she were the sinner,” the youngest shook her head. “Too much of that around here if you ask me.”

“Hush,” the middle one warned. “If they hear any talk like that it’ll be our necks. Ol’ Maddie was hanged nigh a fortnight ago for saying such things if you forgot.”

“I ain’t forgot,”the youngest replied. “And a fine mind was lost when they took her. She wanted to be a doctor, I hear. Not just a midwife, but a bona fide physician.”

“It’ll be a cold day where Old Harry puts his hooves up when that happens,” the eldest scoffed.  “No man is going to want a woman telling him what to do.”

A scream came from the wine cellar. Lifting the rug, the middle one made her way down the stairs to where Della labored. Her cries muffled by the knit blanket she was biting down on. 

“I’m here,” the midwife said. “You must do exactly what I tell you. It will be okay if you do.”

“No…” Della insisted. “Something’s not right.”

“Well, you’re not married for one,” the midwife said. “But given the circumstances, I too would prefer scorn to being beaten regularly.”

Della’s labor was too far along for her to agree or disagree. 

She struggled into the last night of July and into the dawn of the first August day in 1801 as the three midwives took shifts in their duties to her.  Finally, she breathed her last breath, even as her son breathed his first.

“Shush, now, little one,” the midwife said, looking sadly at the orphan in her arms. She cleaned him off and put him down for a nap while she went to get sustenance and to let the others know the child had come into the world at last.

The newborn had closed his storm blue eyes and dozed until the midwife had set him down in a makeshift cradle. Now tiny little eyelids fluttered open.

The eyes of an english buzzard stared into the empty room.

The modified child had been born. 

CHAPTER 01:

The schoolmaster was seated at his desk when he heard a knock on the door. 

“Enter,” he summoned.

Teacher Jonas Ashford opened the door and stepped through.

“You wished to see me?”

The schoolmaster looked through the stack of papers on his desk before picking one up and holding it out to Ashford.

“Quite an interesting name, don’t you think?”

Ashford looked at the paper.

“Imaginos,” he read aloud. “Rather curious. What do you make of it?”

“I don’t like to judge a person by their name,” the schoolmaster told him. “Nor should you. However, there’s more to worry about with this one than just his name.”

“Oh?” Ashford asked, wondering what sort of mischief this child could’ve got into at so young an age.

“His eyes, for one,” the schoolmaster explained. “Dark as dark brown can get without going all the way to black. And there’s something off about them. You’ll understand when you see him. It makes the other children uncomfortable, but he’s got as much right to learn as any other boy his age.”

“I’ll do my best to see that he does,” Ashford promised. 

“Good,” the schoolmaster declared.

*****

“Hey, bunter baby!” It was Henry Adams, the town bully. Eight years old, he was a boisterous young fool who had ignored his brain to focus on his brawn. At the rate he was going, the townsfolk said he’d probably end up lagged for life by the age of twelve.

Imaginos kept walking to school.

“Bunter baby, bunter baby!”

The other boys who were following the same route as Henry and Imaginos whispered amongst themselves, taking silly little bets as to which of the two would win in a fight. The burly Henry, who most agreed was the stronger of the two, or the willowy Imaginos, who others argued was the faster and smarter.

Without turning, Imaginos replied, “I didn’t know I had a mirror on my back!”, and took off running.

Henry took off after him.

*****

As the other boys filed into the classroom, not wishing to be punished for tardiness, Ashford watched out the window as Imaginos ran into the woods just beyond the school, Henry following close behind. He turned back to the class and cleared his throat.

“As I’ve just seen two of this class go past the school, I will wait five minutes for them to realize that they were supposed to come into the building.”

This elicited a murmured chuckle from a few of the students.

*****

Henry stopped and looked around. Imaginos was nowhere to be found.

“You can’t hide forever,” he warned. “I can wait all day if I have to.” 

He heard the flap of a bird’s wings, but ignored this. “I’m going to get you. Just you wait.”

The english buzzard landed in front of the school. A moment later, a confused child stood where it had alighted. The first bell sounded, pulling the boy back into the moment. 

Imaginos walked into the classroom.

“I’m sorry for making you wait, sir,” he said, having been taught his manners.

“We were just taking the rolls,” Ashford told him, indicating a seat. “Name?”

“Imaginos.”

CHAPTER 02:

When Henry walked into the classroom ten minutes late, he was irritated to see Imaginos sitting in a chair not far from the teacher’s desk, reading quietly.

“You’re late, young man,” Ashford said, strictly. “We will discuss this after school. Go sit down and take out your study book.”

Henry glared at Imaginos and then took his book out and glared at it as well. 

“You won’t get past me again,” he hissed at the slighter boy. “Your days are numbered.”

Imaginos wrote a small note, then wadded it up and flicked it in Henry’s direction.

Henry opened it:

“I got past you once…”

*flick*

Henry opened the new one

“I’ll get past you again.”

*flick*

“... I bet you can’t even read these!”

Henry took out his quill and wrote back

“I kan sew.” and tossed it back at Imaginos as Ashford looked up from his own book.

“What was that?” the teacher asked, firmly.

“Missed the basket, sir,” Henry lied.

“Of course you did, foolish boy,” Ashford shook his head. “It’s in the other direction.”

The class laughed as Henry cast his eyes downward, shamefaced.

While this was going on, Imaginos took the time to write one last message

“Join a quilting bee, then.”

“Imaginos,” Ashford scolded.

“Sorry, sir,” Imaginos simply replied.

“Accepted,” Ashford smiled. “But I still want you to remain after class. You will be helping Henry clean up the classroom.”

Imaginos gave a worried look in Henry’s direction. Henry gave him a nasty look, then quickly went back to glaring at the book.

*****

After the other pupils had gone home, Ashford turned to Henry and Imaginos.

“Henry, as you’re the bigger and stronger of the two, I want you to go to the well and fetch a bucket of water to scrub the floors with,” he said, sternly. “Imaginos, I want you to polish the furniture and organize the bookshelves.”

“Where is the furniture polish, sir?” Imaginos asked as Henry headed out to fetch the bucket.

“In the storage shed with the bucket,” Ashford told him.

WIth a sigh of resignation, Imaginos walked out of the classroom and headed off to the storage shed.

“You’re mine now,” Henry said as soon as they were face to face. “No mutton shunter’s gonna do anything to me for it, either.”

“Leave me alone,” Imaginos warned, shaking as he backed away. He was afraid, but not of Henry. There was something he could not explain, a sense of foreboding. There was a short period of time during his confrontations with other boys that he could not explain. A moment of forgetting, then discovering that the danger had passed. He could sense that moment coming again.

Henry reached down to grab a heavy rock to hit Imaginos with.

When he rose to throw it, it dropped instantly out of his hand.

Imaginos was gone. It wasn’t possible that he’d already gone back inside. Henry had only lowered his head for a second.

But gone he was. And standing on the fence less than one foot from where Imaginos had been was an English buzzard. It was looking right at Henry with an amused gleam in its eyes.

Henry started running, the bird giving chase in a playfully threatening sort of way. 

Finally, Henry dodged into the classroom.

“Where’s Imaginos?” Ashford asked. 

“B… Buzz…. Buzz…” Henry tried to say.

“What?” Ashford demanded. “You’re not making any sense.”

“Bird…” Henry managed, collapsing into a chair.

Ashford dragged him back up to his feet. 

“Enough of this foolishness,” he said. “Come with me, you didn’t even bother to get the bucket I asked for.”

“But…” Henry protested.

“Come along,” Ashford ordered, pulling Henry along after him as he left the classroom.

High above them, the English buzzard circled, swooped, and flew a triumphant ring around the school. 

 CHAPTER 03:

Imaginos ran all the way home. He still couldn’t believe it. He had flown! Somehow, he had become a bird of prey and had chased the town bully all over the schoolyard. It had been fun. The thrill of leaving the ground, of being airborne was still coursing through him. He couldn’t wait to tell his mother.

Prudence was at the stove when Imaginos rushed into the house. 

“Wipe your feet,” she reminded him, as she had done so every day. Schoolboys almost never remembered.

He stepped back outside and wiped his feet on the mat, then came back in.

“Guess what I did today, mom,” he said, excitedly. Before she could answer he went on. “I flew. Up in the air. It was amazing.”

“You flew?” Prudence asked in disbelief. “Kids and their imaginations.” she said as she turned back to the stove to stir the soup. The mew of a buzzard sounded behind her and she turned to see it standing on the kitchen table.

Startled at first, she took a moment to compose herself before simply saying “Feet off the table.”

The bird moved from the table to the back of the chair.

“Now, we can’t call you Imaginos in that shape. And you must never tell anyone what you can do. They might take you away and put you in a circus show. And you don’t want that.”

Imaginos transformed back and looked sadly at his mother. “But it’s so wonderful. I can fly to school every day and it’ll take less time to get there.”

“No! You mustn’t do that!” Prudence warned. “I want you to promise me you’ll only become Buzzardo in dire emergencies!”

“Buzzardo?” Imaginos asked.

“That’s what I’m calling that bird you become,” Prudence told him as she added celery to soup, “since it appears to be an English buzzard. Honestly, I thought you might be part bird.”

“Really?” 

“When you were an infant, there were a couple of times when your eyes changed. They looked like bird’s eyes,” Prudence explained. “I was scared, of course. But I loved you so much, I told myself that it was just a part of you like your fingers and your toes.”

“I wish I could fly more,” Imaginos said, sadly. It had been amazing and now he was told he couldn’t do it.

“Wash your hands and get ready for supper,” Prudence told him.

Soon they were at the dinner table. After grace, Prudence placed a ladleful of soup in Imagino’s bowl.

“Tell you what,” she said, “there’s a clearing in the forest not too far from here. If you’re good in school and behave yourself at home, I’ll take you there on Sunday after church so you can do your flying. Is that a deal?”

“Sure, mom!” Imaginos smiled as he ate his soup. 

Prudence smiled at the boy she had raised. But her heart was worried. She hoped he could resist the urge to transform whenever he wanted to. It made him special, yes. But it also was a danger to him. People had been burned alive for just being accused of such powers. She feared the same could also happen to him. 

They would have to be careful.

CHAPTER 04:

The clearing was damp from the previous night’s rain as Prudence set the blanket down and began to spread it out for the picnic.

Imaginos put down the basket he’d been carrying and looked up at the sky. His second home.

“Mom…”

“Finish helping me set up for lunch, then you can spread your wings for a bit,” Prudence told him. She worried, but it was unlikely that anyone would see them. Even if they did see Buzzardo flying high above the trees, they wouldn’t be very likely to think it was anything more than a common English buzzard.

Imaginos was six year old, after all. And a six year old with that kind of gift wouldn’t want to bottle it up. No. It was best that Prudence find a safe outlet for this facet of his life.

Imaginos took the plates from the basket and set them on the blanket, placing the cloth napkins atop them while Prudence took some peapods, and green beans as well as cucumber sandwiches and a small bag of walnuts.

“Okay,” Prudence said. “A quick flight around the boundary for now, then you can land and have lunch and then have a longer flight later.”

Imaginos took the shape of Buzzardo and flew up into the air, thrilling to the feel of the air beneath his wings. He circled the clearing for a few minutes, mewing happily finally landing on the ground beside the blanket.

*****

Henry looked up as he heard the sound of the bird he’d heard in the schoolyard. An English buzzard was circling the clearing in the woods. Excitedly, he rushed into his home shouting.

“Dad, Imaginos is flying again! Come see!”

His father sighed grumpily as he followed his boisterous son outside. “Where?”

Henry pointed at the bird high up over the clearing.

“It’s just a bird,” his father said. “Now, stop being so foolish and get to work on your homework.”

Henry stomped back into the house. 

He was determined to prove that the bird he’d seen was Imaginos.

CHAPTER 05:

Buzzardo flew happily around the clearing. He swooped. He flew upward. He spiralled downward. This last was a mistake since it made him a bit dizzy and he crashed into the ground a few yards away from the blanket.

Prudence rushed over to the bird as Buzzardo righted himself and shook his wings indignantly.

Seeing that he was okay, Prudence laughed amusedly.

“Mom,” Imaginos said, once he’d transformed. “It’s not funny.”

“It’s funny because you’re not hurt,” Prudence explained. “You were doing good until then, though. What happened?”

“Got dizzy,” Imaginos said.

“You might want to fly in wider circles,” Prudence suggested, offering him a handful of walnuts.

Popping on in his mouth, Imaginos chewed, then swallowed and said. “It’s still fun to be up there. I can’t wait until next Sunday to fly again.”

“Well, I’m glad your little accident hasn’t put you off flying,” Prudence said with a small smile on her face. Then she looked up at the cloudy sky. “Looks like rain. We’d better pack up the picnic and head home.”

Even with both of them packing up the food and folding the blanket, it was pouring by the time they reached the edge of the forest. They were both soaked through by the time they got home.

Stomping their feet on the mat to get the mud off their shoes, they hustled inside and went to their rooms to change out of their wet clothing.

*****

Alan Adams took a swig of chaptalized wine as his wife Grace swept the kitchen floor that their son Henry had just tracked dirt all over.

Despite being told not to many times, Henry just came in every day bringing in seemingly as much dirt as he could get on his shoes. 

“It’s time we did something about your child,” Grace said to her husband.

“My child,” Alan huffed. “Don’t you mean your child? You carried the brat.”

“Well, he’s a boy,” Grace reminded him. “That means his upbringing is chiefly your responsibility. He’s out of control.”

“He’s worse than that,” Alan took another swig and set his cup down. “I think he’s crazy as a loon. Keeps claiming that one of his classmates can turn into a bird.”

“That settles it,” Grace said. “You’re taking him to Dr. Bottrell tomorrow. I’ll not have him going around talking like that. He’ll be a laughingstock, and they’ll think it’s our fault.”

“Henry doesn’t need some quacksalver messing with his head,” Alan said pointedly. “He just needs a good paddling.”

“Then I suggest you give him one next time he misbehaves,” Grace said, turning her attention from sweeping to shelling peas for dinner. “Where is he now?”

“In his bedroom doing his homework,” Alan told her.

In truth, Henry was not doing his homework. Nor was he in bed. He had slipped out the window and was currently walking along the streets running a stick along the neighbor’s picket fences and stomping at their pets to scare them, laughing as they ran off.

A bird sat on a fencepost several yards ahead and he approached it with excitement, only to sag with disappointment when he saw it was just a plain falcon. He shooed it away, then aimed a stone at it.

A hand grabbed his arm causing him to drop the stone in shock.

“It’s bad luck to throw stones at birds,” the man warned. “You’ll make God angry.”

Henry looked at the town clergyman in irritation.

“It’s just a stupid bird,” he complained.

“God loves all living things,” the clergyman reminded Henry. “His grace extends to all the things that run and fly and burrow, and swim. And to all the plants and trees that grow upon this earth, even those that people call weeds.”

“What about people who turn into birds,” Henry said. “Does God love them, too?”

“I’ve never met a person who becomes a bird,” the clergyman said, thoughtfully. “But, yes, God loves them, too.” smiling he added. “I wish I could fly like a bird. To be just a little bit closer to God for even an hour would bring joy to my heart.”

“But wouldn’t that be witchcraft?” Henry was intent on getting Imaginos into as much trouble as possible.

“I think if a person was born with such an ability it would be a wonderful gift from the Lord,” the clergyman decided. “And if I were you, I wouldn’t go around saying such things. Not if you don’t want to end up in a mental hospital. Now, shouldn’t you be home? I bet you snuck out. I’ll just take you back to make sure you don’t get into any more mischief.”

Henry grumbled all the way back to his house.

CHAPTER 06:

On the following Sunday, the clergyman, Pastor Jack Harrow, stood before his congregation in the pulpit of the local church.

“Today,” he said to them, “I would like to talk to you about the goodness of God’s many gifts to us all.”

Prudence looked at Imaginos, then smiled as if she shared a wonderful secret with him, which she did.

“Each one of us is special in the eyes of the Lord,” Pastor Harrow explained. “Our gifts may be small,” he continued, he turned to look at Imaginos, “or they may be great. But great or small, they are all the Lord’s blessing.”

Prudence glanced worriedly at her charge. Had someone found out about Buzzardo somehow.

Imaginos was smiling. He thought the Pastor might know and that the man was suggesting tolerance and acceptance for his unique ability.

“Now, let us turn to Isaiah 30:41,” the Pastor continued, “but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up like eagles,”

“Or English buzzards,” Imaginos whispered to Prudence who gave him a scolding look for interrupting the sermon.

Imaginos had the decency to look abashed as the Pastor went on

“...shall not faint.” he concluded, Imaginos and Prudence having missed a bit of the quote. “Now, let us consider that. What does the Bible mean about flying in this instance? We are talking about joy. About the elation a believer feels in the anticipation of the Lord’s return. But what about true flight? Do we envy the birds who soar above us? Many of us do. But why? Are we and the flowers who are forever rooted to the earth any less worthy of God’s love than the birds and the clouds who drift high in the air?”

Henry listened restlessly. He couldn’t believe this Pastor was taking Imaginos’ side. Didn’t he know that this was dark magic? Perhaps the younger boy had bewitched the man somehow. Yes. That had to be it. Henry would prove Imaginos’ sorcery and then the other boy would be locked away, or maybe even sent to Hell where he belonged.

“We have a sorcerer in our church,” he declared, standing up.

“Sit down,” his mother said, angrily. “You’re making a fool of yourself with that nonsense.”

“It’s not nonsense,” Henry said. He pointed at Imaginos, “I’ve seen him change into a bird! He’s evil!”

“If that were true,” the Pastor said, not believing a word of it and chalking it up to a child’s overactive imagination, “it would not be an evil, but a mark of God’s blessing. We must not see our differences as cursed or sinful, but as the uniqueness that the Lord has given us so that we may benefit our sisters and our brothers.”

****

When the sermon was over, Henry’s parents dragged him over to Prudence and Imaginos.

“Now, you apologize to him,” his father said.

“I’m not apologizing to some devil,” Henry said, irately. He glared at Imaginos. “We both know what you are.”

“And we both know that you’re the meanest kid in town,” Imaginos said simply. “This is just another example of your cruelty. You’re trying to get me killed.”

“Now, children,” Henry’s mother said. “This is holy ground. That’s no place to fight. Henry, you apologize right now, or you will not be allowed dessert for a week.”

Henry turned to Imaginos. “I’m sorry,” he said, clearly not meaning it.

Imaginos didn’t believe him and shrugged.

“Let’s get home,” Prudence said. “I want to do some work in the garden. You can help me pull the weeds.”

“Okay,” Imaginos agreed, following her away from the church, his mind full of thoughts about the sermon that day.

CHAPTER 07:

Prudence and Imaginos ate their post-church picnic lunch quietly in the field. Imaginos wanted to soar. To swoop. To circle the clearing as he’d done the week before. But after the sermon, he was afraid Prudence wouldn’t let him.

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea,” she said, concernedly. “That Henry already suspects, or knows. And he’s not going to let up until he’s turned the whole town against you.”

“Please?” Imaginos begged. “I won’t go too high, I promise.”

Prudence hated making him feel bad, but she was also afraid of losing him.

“Let’s finish lunch while I think about it,” she finally said.

“Okay,” Imaginos sighed, unconvinced that she’d let him soar again.

Just beyond the trees, Pastor Harrow stood and listened. He’d come to invite Prudence and Imaginos to the church gathering on the following Saturday, not to eavesdrop. But the conversation he’d heard had made him stop. 

“So, he can fly,” he whispered to himself.  “The laws say I must report such things. But he’s just a boy. There’s no way I’ll turn a child over to those monsters.”

He stepped into the clearing.

“Good afternoon, Miss Prudence, Imaginos,” he said.

“How… how much…” Prudence said, pulling Imaginos protectively into her grasp.

“Don’t worry,” Harrow said, “I’m not going to turn him in. I promise in God’s name.”

“That’s good enough for me,” Prudence decided. 

Pastor Harrow turned to Imaginos. “So, young man, what type of bird do you turn into?”

“An English buzzard,” Prudence replied. “A rather handsome specimen. Go ahead,” she said, turning to Imaginos.

A moment later, Imaginos was gone and Buzzardo was standing on the picnic blanket.

“Amazing,” Pastor Harrow said, smiling in awe at Buzzardo who preened himself proudly. “Don’t be too proud,” he warned the bird. “Pride cometh before a fall. And you might want to keep your eye out for that Henry fellow. I don’t know why he has it in for you. Maybe he’s just closed-minded. But don’t let him see what you can do. It’s best that your ability is never crushed. You might truly need it for something important one day.”

Buzzardo flew around once, then landed on the blanket and changed back into Imaginos.

“I can handle Henry,” he said.

“I hope you aren’t planning anything rotten,” Harrow warned. “I’m willing to give you a pass, because I believe your ability is a gift from God. But if you misuse that gift to do harm to others, I will expose you to the community.”

“What does that mean?” Imaginos asked Prudence.

“It means he’ll tell everyone what you can do,” Prudence said. “You surely wouldn’t…”

“If I thought he posed a danger to others, it would be my duty,” the pastor said. “You might think ‘it’s just that mean kid’, but once someone gets a taste of violence, it becomes addictive. Promise me, Imaginos. Promise you will never use your power to hurt anyone.”

“I promise,” Imaginos said, solemnly. 

“You two believed me before,” Pastor Harrow said. “Now, I believe you. I have to return to the church, however. I will see you both on Sunday.”

Imaginos and Prudence watched him leave. 

“That went better than I expected,” Prudence remarked.

CHAPTER 08:

On the morning of the following Monday, Imaginos was sitting in class as Ashford wrote that day’s first lesson on the board. 

“Now, class,” Ashford said. “I want to see how well you’ve been studying your readers. What do you think this word says?”

On the chalkboard he wrote:

Marionette

“Mayonnaise,” Henry announced proudly, not bothering to raise his hand.

“That is incorrect,” Ashford said. “And please raise your hand and wait your turn next time.”

Imaginos rolled his eyes. How silly could a person be. Even he could see there was no Y in the word. He raised his hand as did three other students from his own age to nine years of age.

Ashford turned to a seven year old girl. “Go ahead, Olive.”

“Mari--o--nette,” Olive sounded out. “Marionette.”

“Very good,” Ashford said, brightly. “You’ve been studying. Glad to see it.

Imaginos nodded his own approval at Olive while Henry scowled.

“Now, now, Henry,” Ashford said, soothingly. “If you put a little effort into your homework, you can be just as good as the other students. I’d be happy to help you find a tutor if you need help.”

“I don’t need a tutor,” Henry said. “Tutors are for dummies.” 

Ashford’s face grew cross as Henry stood up and stomped out of the classroom muttering “Stupid Imaginos. Stupid bird-face.”

“What did I do?” Imaginos asked no one in particular.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ashford said. “He’s just mad at himself for not studying and making a fool of himself as a result. Now, class, let that be a lesson to all of us. If we don’t pay attention, we will inevitably make a fool of ourselves.”

“But he can still learn, right?” Olive asked.

“Everyone can learn, no matter how old they are,” Ashford told them all. “As long as you’re patient, and your teacher is patient, you can learn. Just pay attention and ask questions when it’s your turn to speak.”

“Is it true you can turn into a bird?” Olive asked Imaginos as they headed outside for nooning. 

Imaginos didn’t want to lie to a possible friend. But he didn’t want to let everyone know either. So instead he asked. “What if I could?”

“That would be really amazing,” Olive said. “I guess it would be okay with me. But I can understand why you don’t want people to know. I suppose it would scare the grownups. And they do bad things to stuff they don’t understand.”

“Some kids do bad things to that stuff, too,” Imaginos told her. “I just don’t know why he decided to pick on me. He’s been mean to me since the first day of school.”

“I guess he’s just a coward,” Olive suggested. “That’s why he’s picking on someone smaller than him. I’m Olive, by the way. Olive Hughes.”

“Imaginos,” Imaginos told her. “I don’t have a last name, though. So it’s just Imaginos.”

“It’s good to meet you, Imaginos,” Olive said smiling. “You have a really interesting name.”

“Thank you, Olive,” Imaginos replied. 

“Hey!” another girl called. “Olly!”

“I guess I have to go,” Olive said. “Mary and Mabel want to play with me.”

“Well, I’ll see you later, then,” Imaginos said. He found a bird’s nest and examined it. There was a broken eggshell on the ground under it, so he picked it up to ask the teacher what kind of bird had hatched from it.

“Homesick?” Henry asked.

Imaginos quickly pocketed the shell. Rather than give in to the bullying, he smiled. “Can you believe how intelligent our flying friends are? Look how well this nest is woven. I bet our best builders couldn’t do any better if they were given the same material. Actually, why don’t you ask your dad? Isn’t he a builder? I would bet anything he and anyone in his crew could take lessons from the bird who made this ne…”

He was cut off as Henry punched him in the side of the jaw and knocked him down.

A moment later, it happened. Imaginos was gone, and in his place was a very...VERY… angry English buzzard.

One of the other boys ran to get the teacher.

“Jack,” Ashford said, looking concerned at a scholar running into the classroom before nooning was over. “What’s wrong?”

“Henry hit Imaginos,” Jack said. “He changed! Imaginos changed! And he’s not very happy!”

Ashford followed Jack out to the schoolyard where Imaginos was diving repeatedly at Henry, cuffing him with his wings and shrieking each time he passed over him.

Ashford pulled Henry into the clear and watched as Imaginos (actually Buzzardo but Ashford didn’t know him by that name) alighted at the top of a tall tree.

“See! I told you!” Henry said. 

“And you just had to punch him to prove your point,” Ashford said, gazing up as the bird who was simply resting in the treetop. “Let me tell you, if I’d been him, I’d have been doing a lot more that swooping at slapping you with my wings. I’d have dug my talons into you. Now, you get back into class.” he looked up. “The rest of you as well. I’ll try and diffuse the situation with Imaginos.”

He made his way to the middle of the nooning field and looked up at the English buzzard.

“Come on down,” he called, “You’re not in trouble. It wasn’t nice of Henry to hit you. And I don’t blame you for being mad at him.”

Buzzardo stayed where he was. He felt shaken and afraid. He’d lost his temper and had changed. He’d changed and attacked Henry! He was in so much trouble, he was sure of it.

School ended a couple hours later, and Ashford pulled Olive aside.

“I saw you talking to Imaginos earlier,” he said. “I want you to take this note to his mother. I think I will need her to convince him to come down out of that tree.” He did not want to leave Imaginos, in case he decided to run away… or fly away as the case may be.

Olive looked up at the bird. “Such a nice looking bird,” she said, thoughtfully. “Sure, I can do that.”

CHAPTER 09:

“Miss Prudence,” Olive said as soon as Prudence had opened the door. “Imaginos is in trouble. Henry hit him and he got mad and...changed!”

“Oh, no!” Prudence exclaimed. “Where is he?”

“Back at school,” Olive told her. “He’s in a really tall tree and he won’t come down. I think he’s scared.”

“He’s scared,” Prudence said, thoughtfully, as they walked to the school. “He must think he’s in trouble. He is, of course, but only as far as having to do extra chores when he gets home. Who saw him?” she asked.

“All the kids saw him,” Olive told her. “It scared some of them, but some of us think it’s really amazing.”

“I just hope the frightened ones don’t run around telling their parents,” Prudence told her as they reached the school.

Sure enough, Buzzardo was still perched at the top of the tree

“Buzzardo,” Prudence called up to him. “Come down here at once.”

Buzzardo flew to a lower branch.

“All the way down,” Prudence said, in a scolding tone. “I want to see Imaginos standing in front of me in two minutes.”

Less than two minutes later, Imaginos was standing before her.

 “Now, young man, what did I tell you when the whole Buzzardo thing began?” Prudence asked, sternly.

“But, Mom! He hit me!” Imaginos whimpered. He didn’t want to be grounded. And what if Prudence told Pastor Harrow? He would have Imaginos taken away. And Imaginos didn’t think the place he would be put would be very nice.

“Does that give you the right to attack?” Prudence asked.

“No,” Imaginos said, shamefacedly. 

“Do you think you should apologize to Henry?” Prudence asked.

“He won’t apologize to me for punching me,” Imaginos replied. “And if I do that will look like it was all my fault. I am sorry, honest. I just don’t want to apologize to Henry and give people the wrong idea.”

“I think you gave people the wrong idea when you were buffeting him as a bird,” Ashford told him.

“I guess you’re right,” Imaginos decided. 

“That’s him!” Henry’s mother said, rushing toward to school with a policeman in tow. “That’s the evil monster who attacked my son!”

“Is this true, young man?” the police officer asked Imaginos.

“I was defending myself,” Imaginos explained. “He punched me in the jaw.”

The police officer examined the bruise.

“Looks like a perfectly normal schoolyard brawl, ma’am,” he told Henry’s mother.

“That… freak… turned into a bird and was attacking my Henry!” she replied, angrily. “You ask the other students! He changed right in front of them! He’s a warlock or something!”

“Even if warlocks did exist, ma’am’,” the officer pointed out. “I doubt they’d learn how to change into another creature before they were teenagers. How old are you, young man?”

“Six,” Imaginos told him.

“So I doubt he did anything of the sort.” the policeman said. “Well, I’ll be going. I’m sorry to put you through such a problem.”

“It’s not a problem,” Prudence said. 

“Mrs. Adams,” Imaginos said as they turned to leave.

Henry’s mother turned.

“I’m sorry, I kicked Henry in the shin when he punched me,” Imaginos told her.

Mrs. Adams suspected he’d done more, but she sighed in acceptance and followed the police officer away.

“I’m proud of you,” Prudence told Imaginos. “So you’re only grounded for this weekend rather than the next two.”

“Thank you, mom,” Imaginos told her.

“You’re welcome,” Prudence said. “Now, let’s get home. You have some chores to help me with as soon as your homework is done.”

CHAPTER 10:

On Sunday, Pastor Harrow stopped Imaginos and Prudence after the sermon.

“Imaginos,” he said, “I warned you against attacking in your bird form, did I not?”

“Yes, sir,” Imaginos was trembling. “It’s just that. I got mad when Henry hit me.”

“Why did you not just go and tell the teacher?” Pastor Harrow asked.

“I was too angry to think clearly,” Imaginos explained. “Please, sir…”

“No,” Pastor Harrow said. “I will have to speak to the authorities about it. I have no choice. You are dangerous. I have no doubt they will place you in confinement.”

Imaginos immediately transformed into Buzzardo and flew away as fast as he could fly.

“Wait!” Prudence called out. She turned angrily on Pastor Harrow. “How could you say that? My son is heading off now, to God knows where! He’ll be alone! He has no way to defend himself.”

“Your son,” Pastor Harrow pointed out, “is a bird of prey. He can fend for himself.”

“He doesn’t know how to hunt,” Prudence retorted. “How is he supposed to get food?”

“He will learn by watching the other birds,” Pastor Harrow argued.

“I hope you’re right,” Prudence sighed. “There’s no way we can catch him.”

Buzzardo was just a speck in the air at this point. Then it was gone.

Prudence wept softly and prayed in her mind for her son.

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Amightywind prophecy #11

Prophecy 11

Rise Up, Speak Up, Tell The Devil To Shut Up, In MY Name!

Given to Apostle Sherrie Elijah (Elisheva Sherrie Eliyahu)

This is from Prophecy 105, YAHUVEH said to put this up on all Prophecies from now on: I warned you a long time ago Elisabeth (Elisheva) not to name this Ministry after a man or a woman even before there was a Ministry. I put it in your spirit for none of this has been done by your hand, none of this has come forth from your mouth. It is from the Mouth of YAHUVEH that has given birth. It is from the Mouth of YAHUSHUA your MASHIACH that has given birth. It is from the Mouth of the RUACH ha KODESH your IMMAYAH that has given birth. If it had only been by your hand it would have failed long ago. It is by the SHKHINYAH GLORY’S Wind that blows across this earth, the Holy Wind of Revival, it is not by your breath or it would have failed. (Isaiah 42:8)

In July 2010 YAHUVEH GOD also said to add the following from 2nd Chronicles before every Prophecy:

2 Chronicles 36:16, “But they mocked the Messengers of GOD, despised HIS Words, and scoffed at HIS Prophets, until the wrath of the LORD arose against HIS people, till there was no remedy.”

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Don’t hinder the gifts I have given you, many are called, few are chosen. Gideon’s troops were called, but few were chosen. I your Father YAHUVEH weeded them out. MY Beloved, thus saith YAHUVEH, know this, I have not called you to fail, but to succeed in MY Name. I do not start a good work then not finish it. This calling is not of you but of ME. Does not MY Word say, “I choose the weak so MY power is manifested?”

All will know it is not you ministering but I ministering through anointed clay vessels. Sherrie [Elisheva Sherrie] cannot and does not take the credit for anything she does for ME, for she knows it is not of her but of ME. She knows now I am speaking forth through her to you. The doctors who practice mind manipulation would say this is mental illness, but surrendering yourself to the one who gave you the mouth, emotions and mind is not mental illness.

But by admitting or even believing YAHUVEH can even speak forth out of a person, doctors think it is mental illness. There would have been no Bible if they had succeeded in convincing MY Disciples of this. Yes, there is a counterfeit and these people are mentally ill but MY Prophets are not one of them. Satan causes mental illness and the mentally ill need deliverance. Would they not have accused Peter who walked on the water suicidal? Delusions of grandeur. The three Hebrew children, would they not have said the Hebrew children who were thrown into the fiery furnace had a martyr complex and spirits of suicide?

But the flesh is always at war with the RUACH ha KODESH (Holy Spirit) within you. You must overcome the flesh to minister. You can succeed if you do it in MY Name. But there is always a war. After every prophecy the prophet has to war against his flesh. As it rears up and says who do you think you are to speak to YAHUVEH’s people and say he speaks it? If this doesn’t happen to MY Prophets and they don’t admit this war, then I am not speaking forth out of them.

A sure sign MY Spirit has spoken or written out of a person is if they encounter that voice which causes them to wonder is that really you YAHUVEH? The one writing you now, your sister has this battle constantly for she feels unworthy to be used in this way. I have to remind her as I am going to remind others by causing this to be shared with others, do you really think you can speak so beautifully and full of anointed power? Do you really think you have this much wisdom? Always MY true Prophets have to say, “You’re right, this can’t be me.” Do you really think you have this kind of boldness?

Then say, “Forgive me, Heavenly Father it has to be you, for I can’t, neither would I desire to do such a thing as to say, thus saith YAHUVEH when it’s not true.” This is the mark of a true prophet; they doubt the flesh, but have confidence in the RUACH ha KODESH that uses them. They know they can do nothing or desire to do nothing without the RUACH ha KODESH anointing them to do it. Stop fearing the gifts I have given you. I won’ t force you to feed MY sheep and you will still go to Heaven, but your rewards will not be as great and I shall raise another up to fill the place you should have been. There are souls waiting for you to minister to them.

Fear is the opposite of faith. Again I speak forth the confirmation, but don’t keep testing ME, for that which already has been confirmed. Time is short. MY coming is shortly. Do what you’re going to do for ME now, not later. Now is when I need MY Ministers, MY Warriors. Now is when I need those chosen to gather in the harvest of souls. Now is when I need you to be fishers of men and women. Now is when I need MY Prophets to speak forth.

Now is when I need the evangelists, Spirits like John the Baptist to come forth. Now is the time of salvation, tomorrow may be too late. So many of that called wait until tomorrow till conditions are just right for them. Yet tomorrow and the right conditions never come for them. Wake up, this is a trick of the enemy.

Another trick is, “I am not worthy to preach the Gospel of YAHUSHUA , I have too many problems. I have a past that brings me shame, you can’t use me” WAKE UP, I am the one who chooses who serves ME. Not you. Did I not choose Paul (Shaul) to serve ME in a mighty way and he was a murderer of thousands of Christians? How much worse of a past could he have had? Yet I took that past and used it for MY Praise, Honor and Glory. What satan meant for evil I turned around for your good. That’s what I do; I don’t call people into the ministry who have not suffered. They wouldn’t identify with MY suffering children. You don’t know how much a wound hurts, till you yourself have been wounded.

Who better to tend to the wounded sheep than one who has known the pain? You won’t know how to bring someone out of sin and to the foot of Calvary’s cross, if you yourself didn’t have something to identify with them. A sinner saved by grace. How can you minister to the backsliders if you yourself have not at one time or another thought you lost your faith in ME. Your greatest weakness, I will cause to be your greatest strengths, for I will use that weakness and help you to overcome it, and prove the reality of YAHUSHUA. When I confirm you have been chosen don’t stand there and question ME, “Why me?” Only know I am the great “I AM” and I don’t make mistakes. It’s still your choice though whether you want to obey. But you will be miserable and always aware that you disobeyed MY calling on your life should you refuse it.

That’s why I said, “Many are called and few are chosen.” Which will you choose to be? I already know what you have chosen. Does not MY Word say those that put their hand to the plow and look back, are not worthy? Put your hand to the plow; leave your past at the foot of the cross of Calvary. I allowed the things that happened to make you stronger for ME, not weaker. For you have a testimony that is made of gold not brass. Use it to bring souls to ME, use it to bring ME Praise, Honor and Glory.

I your Master YAHUSHUA ha MASHIACH am returning sooner than you think. As the evil gets more rampant in this world, and evil ones flaunt the sin in MY face saying, “What you ‘gonna’ do about it YAHUSHUA? I will show them what I am going to do about it. As I show MY Children when I spank them, I will punish those flaunting MY commandments, homosexuality, immorality, and Bible in MY face and daring to mock ME. It’s coming, MY wrath is coming to this earth undiluted.

As they teach the babes to sin and that MY words are no longer for today, they are going to pay in a mighty way. I was only the sacrificial Lamb once; I come back as a mighty warrior next time. But first I gather MY Children home. MY wrath is reserved for MY enemies not MY Children. MY Children those loving and serving ME whose sins are washed in the shed Blood of Calvary have nothing to fear.

But MY enemies will never know such fear. For what they feared will come upon them and what they never feared will consume them. As MY Name is used as a curse word on the airwaves and all that is holy is mocked across the airwaves, I will prove that I am Almighty God, the great YAHUVEH “I AM” and it’s not ME who is being mocked and cursed. It is you who listen to this and not feel sorrow for hearing it and have hardened your heart and allowed this and not spoken out against it. MY Children take back the airwaves, in MY Name. You don’t hear Buddha being cursed or satan or Mohammed.

But you hear the name of Jesus Christ (YAHUSHUA ha MASHIACH) being cursed. You hear the God you serve being damned. It is not God Almighty that is damned; it is the one speaking forth these curses upon themselves. Only the Blood of YAHUSHUA will wash them clean from this sin.

I tell you look to the volcanoes and earthquakes, the terrors in the sky and you will know how soon MY coming is. As I control the one thing man cannot and never will control the elements in the sky and the weather. Man cannot stop the volcanoes, earthquakes, snow or cold or heat, tornadoes, hurricanes, flooding from torrential rain as evil gets more evil, good becomes more holy. I am separating MY People now and MY coming is eminent. Do what you are going to do for ME quickly.

The elderly are to be treated lovingly and with respect for they are elders who are storehouses of much knowledge. They are MY treasures upon this earth, yet how many are forgotten, locked away, treated like unwanted garbage. Their own children legally kill the sick and handicapped. They are a burden financially “Let the poor die, do away with welfare, what good are they?” Did I not say, “The poor would always be with you”? But you were to share what you have with them.

Feed the poor; clothe the naked, your brothers and sisters. Those called by MY Name, washed in MY Blood and you pretend you don’t see them. I SEE THEM! I HEAR THEIR CRIES! I allow it to see how many do care. But for the grace of God YAHUVEH, there go you. You are your brother’s keeper. When one part of the body of YAHUSHUA suffers, it all suffers. Stop ignoring the pain.

As the murders of innocent babes yet in their mother’s wombs are ripped apart so savagely and you think because this sinful world legalizes it, it is legal with ME. Even your murderers on death row, you try and think of merciful and quick deaths for them. The laws give at least 10 years more in most cases at expense of taxpayers, your tax money, to lengthen their lives. To invent more merciful ways to kill those that took lives without any mercy. Yet babes so precious to ME, babes I have counted the days till their birth, put MY Spirit in them, caused them to grow strong and healthy in mothers’ wombs, so they will breath at time of birth, and these innocent babes never known wrong are tortured as their unheard screams echo in MY ears.

Those that have done these abortions and not confessed and asked for forgiveness and turned away from this sin, for all eternity you will hear the screams of all those babies. As one of your punishments you have waiting for you in hell and never a break from the cries of the murdered babies, or the screams. Do you know how a crying baby gets on your nerves? Imagine millions in your ears for eternity.

REPENT NOW, nurses, doctors, women doing these things for your own sake. REPENT NOW, politicians who passed these laws. Supreme Court, you’re not supreme in MY eyes. You are not above MY laws. Almighty God YAHUVEH alone is Supreme. Almighty God YAHUVEH alone is judge and jury and executioner. YAHUSHUA ha MASHIACH came so you could have life and life more abundantly. REPENT! Turn away from this sin for I will hold you accountable. The blood of the unborn is on your hands.

Why, because I have given mankind a choice? A choice to obey that which is instinct given to every woman and man, to protect the young, nurture the young. And yet they are savagely murdered. Woe unto the ones who call this legal. Woe be unto the doctors and nurses who take part in this murder. Woe be unto the politicians who passed the laws of these innocent babies being slaughtered.

Woe be unto you who have stayed silent far too long. For I hear their screams. The babies’ souls return to whence they came from Heaven. But their souls are ripped out of this world unmercifully. Cruelty beyond words. I allow the souls to leave only to prove man’s inhumanity to man. Knowing what choice that mother already made. Grieving and giving her every chance to repent. Knowing she won’t, angry because she won’t repent.

Tell them, tell them MY Daughter. Once again although even those who call them by MY Name yet do nothing but shake their heads and others I am so proud to call MY Children lay their lives, reputations, and finances down to protect the innocent babes in the mothers’ wombs. These are the ones I will reward. Why aren’t the churches supporting those willing to sacrifice their all to protest against these murders of innocent babies?

They lose their jobs, imprisoned, mocked, and why? Because they heard MY voice, and MY conviction that said, “Speak up, don’t say silent.” I have heard their prayers, I have seen their tears, and I have felt their pain, have you? Every church service should be praying for them. Every church service should be praying for MY conviction, MY judgment on those doing such things, allowing these murders, yet how few do. I am GRIEVIOUSLY ANGRY. For you say you’re MINE and you are ignoring the cries of the unborn, and the cries of those that sacrifice their all to protect and stop the slaughter of the unborn. Rise up, speak up, in MY Name, Pray, Pray, Pray, till you see this horror cease,

You want to know why I have allowed this to go on, because I have been waiting for MY Children to call upon MY Name to stop this. To prove they care. Not just a handful, but millions should have spoken forth as these laws against MY laws were passed. There should never be a church service without this prayer going forth. Pastors you will be held accountable. You have been warned. Congregations warn your pastors. They are supposed to be representing ME. Urge them every service to pray for this horror to cease, for MY judgment to come upon those that refuse to repent. Stop giving ME lukewarm prayers. I will not listen. Give ME prayers with passion and with a heart that cares. Stop the ritual prayers that are merely memorizing words, I will not hear. This is from your mind and mouth, not your heart.

Great sinkholes shall open up and the earth shall swallow these abortion clinics. Not anything man has done but MY hand shall punch the earth. Where the most blood is spilled, innocent blood. For not even in war is innocent blood shed like this. But upon the altars of satan these children are slaughtered for convenience sake, for vanity, for selfishness, for fear and for greed. I will give them something to fear. They will fear the Almighty God YAHUVEH who created those souls they so viciously murder. They will fear YAHUVEH whom they mock and say its legal. They will fear the ones that put the Christians in their faces to warn them this is murder, this is sin. For it won’t be anything the Christians do to cause them to fear, other than pray and move the hand of YAHUVEH through those prayers.

But the women, doctors, nurses, politicians, those applauding the murders of MY innocent souls shall see MY face and MY Spirit upon MY Children sent forth as troops to pray. Remember the walls of Jericho. Remember how it was not human hands that brought down the walls of Jericho. So it shall be done again and they won’t be able to build the abortion clinics fast enough. Tell them MY Child and teach them.

There is yet time to repent, but soon there will be none. Remember Sodom and Gomorrah it was not human hands that brought the fire and brimstone, it rained from Heaven where it is stored up and it will come again. Evil ones, those practicing this and so much worse, you have been warned. Your laws can legalize homosexual marriages but I decreed it is sin. It is a mockery of marriage and what I created to be Holy. It is not legalized in MY eyes. Pastors, some of you have joined in these love feasts of strange flesh. By saying nothing, you have partaken in it. Rise up, speak up, tell the heathen to shut up in MY Name. Don’t listen to their lies anymore. They are out after the children. You have been warned, your own children.

You must REPENT NOW or you also will suffer what is to come and coming quickly. You have been warned. So worried about your tax exempt status but not worried about what the God you claim to serve will do to you, for not praying against this and for not moving MY hand to end this. Again there should never be a church service that ends without prayer going forth to end this spirit that has been sent forth to contaminate all that is Holy. The prayers of a righteous man avail much. Lukewarm prayers I don’t hear and I abhor. Either be hot or cold but don’t come to ME lukewarm, for I will spew you out of MY mouth.

Don’t say you are MINE and not stand up for all that is Holy or remain silent as you see others standing up for Holiness and getting persecuted for MY sake, and not help them anyway you can for fear of losing your tax exempt status. You will lose more than your tax-exempt status. You will lose more than your lives. You will lose your SOULS. You have been warned. The time is now. Rise up, speak up, tell the heathen to shut up in YAHUSHUA’s Name. One with YAHUSHUA on their side is a majority. A million without YAHUSHUA on their side is a minority. The time is now.

A broken vessel of clay, but mighty warrior of YAHUSHUA MESSIAH!

Pastor Sherrie Elijah (Elisheva Sherrie Eliyahu)

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From now on I am commanded to write the time in. I don’t know the reason. Also during writing this prophecy, I lost connection with Internet, I tried to reconnect only to find all the phone lines were being attacked in some way, it has been 2 hrs. Now and this is not sent. It’s 3:37 PM and I can’t even reach the operator.

For hours it has said, “This line is busy!” Never had that happen before. I cover this computer, and e-mail with prophetic message with the shed Blood of YAHUSHUA ha MASHIACH of Calvary. By faith, I believe all those that the RUACH ha KODESH wants to have this message will have it. Unable to connect all night and send this tonight. Can’t even reach operator, or dial long distance. Something has happened in the heavenlies as I write this. Only local calls are going through.

This is the first time I ever was told to start including the time, you will see something happen corresponding to this date or time. I know not what. I ask wherever this prophecy is posted, or sent, send the complete page.

For there Is a reason and again I know it’s YAHUVEH commanding me to say, don’t change or take one word out, leave it in complete state I am sending it. Devil must be mad. After all this is being sent across the airwaves and the Bible says satan is prince and has power over the airwaves with his principalities. But I cover the airwaves which this travels and the computers with the shed Blood of YAHUSHUA, and our telephone services and Internet services. The Blood of YAHUSHUA of Calvary, and Nazareth is against you satan.

And demons, you can’t cross the Blood. In the name of YAHUSHUA. Phone lines working now at 11:15 PM. Now it can be sent. Those with ears of the RUACH ha KODESH will hear the voice of Our Almighty God YAHUVEH, all others will remain deaf. In the name of YAHUSHUA ha MASHIACH, RUACH ha KODESH send forth your messages to all those that will recognize our Master’s and Creator’s voice.

Only for your Praise, Honor, and Glory YAHUSHUA I ask. Amen.

[jesusallah]

God

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Full Fu (study) (study) many who worship masters and they hope if they die, they can follow the Sam masters! but do you ever consider as Li to worry his kids wouldn't be at the Sam CHU church after death! the debtors issue is from this! 我們不要因為壞人示現魔考就拒絕真神！ this trash said you all DON'T believe because you all had 4 year-old let me explain, you still have those bad and damaged brains who get genie and bad spirits into your souls which you need me not no always the Sam 無常但常有唯一真神明！！ ETS Aliens are too many in politics!! Pig won lottery of HK (港式) Cantonese and you told me those who pay all of many inside casinos are empty airs?? most people are shocked when they used to understand no death worship workshops and who wasted much on fake LAMB and AMB also earthquaked by psychic prophet sleeping salvation. I'm good which I must know its all and it's all blame Allah the psychic prophet salvation dramass. lots of people did believe there's nothing after death who knows the BIBLE is correct when death are Al ALL with me and I, GOD wake them up by the old frequencies you were with not holy and you DON'T see ET ETS Aliens and Ghostbusters but now is higher as 3G 4G are ended to create 4.45 G 5G 6G.. be brave Ghostbusters and you can help to kill bad airs and terrible ghosts by fake beliefs you're belonging to the EARTH meaning you're belonging to you're a ghost not heavily heavenly or others even ETs Aliens are coming to worship the bleeding me for understanding the true physicall universes ghosts are you and you're dogs! you had pre mortality lives but you're a weak you to be surrounded and surrendering the environmental zoos! you fear to be hungry and those packages doggy food are much cheaper than the real chickens by fake meats!! you're ghosts and dogs who must be one unkind of Sam type dogs no killing for different races of dogs unkind!! to educate ghosts are you can do not be GOD no be me I'm I'M GOD but you can train you to be ghost a one once your friendship Ghostbusters also need you to model to demonstrate to train or UFO or Jeep TS GI she DOESN'T die yet and you all be so anxious to worship to pray she's dying pig soon!! they're her images I Crystal (crystal) Sam adds enough extra I word by the last sentence like Dao fake Sam N this trash Sam to fool Daoists in Tao God's treasure precisely precious bloods to save you through salvation and God's toothache, headache, and nightmares also making your salvation! that U.S. guy used AK 47 48 but while he was adding bullets U.S. female cop killed him when he's a ghost for other Ghostbusters can tell his last wardrobe is weird to be seen and discriminated in Ghostbusters nations. not only Safiyyah and others or almost 90 percent who all say Ghostbusters wear the most are their last stop wardrobe and you must be adding whats to pig or yourselves?? (pig)! you must wear clothes have your jersey name and doramon jacket to match New iPad screens jackets to conquer all Ghostbusters enemies with the iPhone instructions for Malaysians!! ghosts never end their lives which pig has to go serve in temples and his ex kids will have to live in truth to help his assignments as dark then furthermore is he's not gonna be fake Buddhists to burn his bones by a Dao cemetery Christians do have lots of posters experiences but they don't believe Catholics and pope to kill GHOSTS and they FU and push their certainty to the one GOD to create V. Daoists to follow God's APPS at training fresh are the Sam issues!! this proves again the LIN can't see GHOSTS be a major cheater plus her master the ex temple owner her relative couldn't see the physician JU as GHOST doctor but Safiyyah saw and the guy could only pray to airs to pretend GHOST doctor heard!! of course he taught Safiyyah when she had wasted her entire childhood to not doing till tray dish devils to stick and she began her first career. (car) if you can't see GHOSTS and how to tell the patients have been cured? as X-Men Xray to doctors (doctor) Your chicken pox those poxes are volcanoes to land skins! about who join JU CHU Messiaholy churches and they believe GHOSTS, Daoists their fake GODS and Catholics saints be GODS etc. but they FU BIBLE is the Qur'an can't stop to borrow a man can produce kids through a woman's not LAMAS monkeys sex Fatima which is anti Buddhism for Buddhists must believe ETS Aliens be fat to get colours being alive fresh! Christians believe the one is there is no science to say all are bad if all were bad then they all become righteousness for existing! Christians beliefs to not making you see BIBLE is devil but you have no choice to against greaters. Buddhism can see lots badly worsening in BIBLE to set fresh in death and old no educated bad Taiwanese who DON'T obey devils to fool themselves through dirty inside brains HEARTS to make mess!! lots of old Taiwanese moms told GOD they can't read or they were born in Japanese era which they donated waste bucks to reimburse