#i don't care if my post made you shake with rage but we aren't about to run around acting like i said these headass things

[fireh0es]

Yeah, I deleted it because I decided that with how tired the battles I face IRL make me, I didn't want to deal with being snapped at by some person on the internet who was inevitably going to explode when told someone thought their take was bad. Your response is pretty emotional and not surprising based on what I was expecting to see.

You latched pretty hard to some pretty insane assumptions, maybe out of a need to. Idk, not my business to know why. I'm just really not going to just deal with being misrepresented because you feel angry though.

1. I didn't say specifically that you were talking about me as a person- I said myself and people like me who were posting about it and being vocal about how upsetting it was and trying to call her out. It's a bit tone-deaf to post that people are just virtue signalling in the middle of all this fandom discourse about Edy. I'm autistic and even I know that. I'm also not going to see a post on my FYP that I really just think is arguing a bad faith point, go into the reblogs, scour for your previous reblogs then read the tags on those. That would be crazy.

2. I'm sorry I called out white suburban kids that try to feel mightier than thou because they hang around online and don't, ya know, actually do anything. I know the 'w' word can be a real piss off in some circles but I'm not backing down from that point because I feel like it's valid whether or not it pertained to you. Not really my fault that you happen to be white and didn't like the mention of that phenomenon.

3. You're pretty wrong on trying to guess what my opinion hinges on. I never said we shouldn't call out celebrities- I said that acting like those calling her out are just virtue signalling for clout is an inherently bad faith argument that people who do nothing use to feel superior to those that do anything. You don't know how people stick up for others IRL, so you shouldn't make sweeping generalizations that imply it's all a show when people do. Again, this is about timing and context. It wouldn't have been so weird if it didn't show up on my FYP in the middle of the Edy discourse. Again, Im responding to a post I saw on the For You Page. I didn't hunt you down specifically.

4. I definitely don't think that myself and the people I care about are the only people that have ever gone through hardship and that's the most bizarre, absurd response I can think of that you could glean from my reblog. I stated that I was part of a few groups that sadly meant my entire country pretty much hates me to the point that I was assaulted twice during COVID, so I can understand viscerally what trans people are dealing with right now (I brought up my friend as examples of how bad trans people have it right now) and have no tolerance towards bigotry or people claiming that those calling it out aren't doing so genuinely. Whether you like it or not that's the vibe you gave off. This is truly where my issue lies- because it's pretty gross to claim that I would say that only I and others I knew could experience hardship.

5. You aren't trying to be nice with your response, you don't need to pretend that you are. You've stated that my reblog totally enraged you. You've repeatedly mischaracterized me and have made wild claims about what I'd said while claiming that I'm dismissing your experiences. It's a bit hypocritical and honestly annoying. Especially when I deleted to avoid this kind of freak out.

I had a point of view that was different to yours and I shared it. I don't 'need' to move on and keep quiet, it's not the 1950's anymore. If you don't like it, that's fine, you can also ignore my reblog. People can hold different opinions and say they think yours are bad and it shouldn't get you 'literally shaking with anger'. I deleted before to not make a scene but now I'm going to reblog with clarification because you've said some pretty erroneous things here that deserve to be cleared up. All I can say is that you might want to consider your timing and what look it gives next time.

This isn't debate class and I'm not going to continue a pointless argument, Im just clarifying my viewpoint because it's definitely not the one you've outlined here. I'm not going to cower and change what I feel because you're angry. I'm just going to say my piece regardless, which is kind of doing what your original post said, is it not?

@fireh0es you deleted your reblog of my post before I could post my response and maybe that should be my sign to just let it go but the thing about me is when something pisses me off I’m not so good at letting it go so

If you think my post felt pointed at you for making posts calling out Edy’s transphobia I can guarantee you it wasn’t because first of all, I don’t know you nor have I seen your posts, and second of all, before you decided to rant on my post you could’ve taken the two seconds to investigate and see that the very first reblog of this post was my own, clarifying that the post is not about the Edy’s transphobia. Seems like something you would’ve wanted to do before making as many assumptions as you’ve made, so let’s address those.

Bold of you to assume I’m not part of any group that’s targeted for hateful rhetoric, because I very much am, and am also capable of feeling empathy for the groups I’m not a part of. Novel concept, I guess.

Also your whole argument seems to mostly hinge on the idea that my post is saying we shouldn’t call celebrities out for harmful things, which is not what I said. My post is pointing out how much easier it is for a lot of people to call out someone they don’t know for something they would overlook in someone they know. Maybe that’s not something you feel is true for you, ok, fine, this post is not for you, move along. There are a lot of people it is true for, and I hate to be the one to break it to you, but not all of those people are white, middle class suburb kids. Which, sidebar, was that directed at me? Because, well, I guess you got the white part right. But then, we’ve already established that your reblog was full of assumptions, so.

Honestly, I’ve been trying to be nice in the response but the more I reread your comments in order to formulate my response the angrier I get. I’m sorry that you’ve had such shitty stuff happen to you. That really really sucks, and it’s not ok. What’s also not ok is the way you must think you and the people you care about must be the only ones to have ever experienced such hardships. “Because there are people out there that have to face the consequences of unchecked bigotry.” What on earth would possess you to say this unless you think that just by the nature of the post I made I must have never faced bigotry before in my life.

I don’t even care if you agree with my post. I could not possibly care less about that. I’m just literally shaking with anger with the way you have managed to so easily dismissed me and my experiences. And I guess, the experiences of anyone who has reblogged this post and agreed with it by association.

[beneathashadytree]

omg its me again bruh. i just rlly like yo writin style haha. ANYWAY i have become porco's simp wtf😔 so im just wanna ask a scenario where reader is bert's sis and when both porco and her have found out about their siblings deaths they shared their pain that day and also became closer to each other? LOVE YOU THO

SANCTUARY - PORCO GALLIARD X READER

Warnings : some curse words, mentions of death, mentions of insomnia, this is not proofread at all, reader is female!

Genre : fluff to angst to fluff lmfao

Word count : 3.4K words

Synopsis : Sometimes, sharing your grief with someone is a healthy coping mechanism that brings hearts closer together.

Additional notes : As you might've seen me post last week, I've been terribly busy, and I couldn't find the time to write! I actually wrote this today in one go, since I didn't know when I'd get any free time again like this. And aren't we all at some point turned into Porco simps?😌 Thank you for being very sweet! I hope you enjoy this; your feedback is always welcome!

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"Son of a bitch," a hiss came from behind her, and she winced, as she turned to let out a horrified cry.

"Porco!"

The twelve year old didn't seem like he gave a damn, gritting his teeth as he stomped away from the dock. Though his angry façade was quite believable due to the rage he did truly feel at the mere thought of the blonde who'd inherited the armored titan instead of himself, the little girl wasn't blind to the fact that tears had collected in his eyes, and that his curled fists were all that prevented him from breaking down into a fit of sobs. Glaring at nothing in particular, the boy was far too preoccupied with his stormy emotions to notice her trailing after him.

Trying to placate him, she spoke, "I know you don't like him, but---"

"I wanted to go with Marcel," his voice cracked, eyes squeezed shut as he stilled in place, "I wanted our parents to be proud of us both," shoulders shaking as his voice grew fainter, "I wanted to be beside him and take care of him like he's always done for me," with a sniffle, he blinked away his tears, before returning with a frustrated expression once again, "Don't you feel the same about Bertholdt?"

Twisting her hands anxiously, she looked more upset than she did mere seconds ago, "Of course, he's my big brother after all. How can I not be worried about him?" her voice was soft and showed how sad she truly was but refused to make a big fuss out of it, "But I couldn't go anyways, because dad needed someone to take care of him here."

"Okay, fine, you chose to stay," Porco rolled his eyes, "I didn't. I worked my ass off, but just because Reiner kisses Marley's ass he somehow made it and I'm stuck here."

With a sigh, she tugged at his arms that were now folded across his chest, "Then what? Do you think moping around here is gonna fix anything?"

Looking away in embarrassment, he mumbled, "I'm not moping."

"Yeah, you're throwing a tantrum like a toddler," scoffing, she ignored his glare, "Listen, Porco, the only productive thing you can do is work ten times harder this time, so that when they come back and it's time to inherit the titans, there will be no doubt that you're the best fitted for the job."

His glare easing up, he dropped his defensive stance, "And you? What will you do in the meantime?"

Smiling wistfully, she looked up at the blue skies above her, "What else can I do other than wait for Bertl to come back?"

***

Though she was now 15, she still found herself fretting every now and then, wondering what her brother was up to on that island of devils; wondering if he was ever worrying about his family the same way both she and her father thought of him almost every night. Perhaps she'd always been particularly protective over him because he'd always been the more timid type, or maybe because she knew little to nothing about Paradis and what he'd find there, but for whatever reason, the teenage girl found herself troubled at night with thoughts of disastrous situations her brother might've put himself in on the other side of the sea. Her sleep troubled, she grew more and more weary as time went by---something that didn't go unnoticed by Porco.

Huffing and puffing, he rested his hands on his knees, bending over as he tried to catch his breath in the middle of the spacious yard.

"Done with training for the day?" she asked, getting up from the box she'd been sitting on in waiting, adjusting his lopsided armband in the process.

He only gave her a grunt of affirmation, before heaving out once, "You look like shit."

Punching his arm, they bit back, "Gee, thanks."

"I didn't mean it like that, idiot," he rolled his eyes, as his expression grew more concerned, "You like you don't know what a good night's sleep feels like."

"Don't act as if you've never wondered what Marcel's been up too either," she retorted as they walked out of the yard so they could get back home before sunset.

He shrugged, "Never said that. It's just that I can't afford to lose any sleep now that training's getting tougher the older I get," he kicked the gravel under his feet, clearly not yet over the fact that he had been forced to wait another 13 years, while the less worthy of them had already been granted his chance.

"How's it going by the way?" she peered at him curiously, "Think you've got a good shot this time?"

Looking at her as though she'd just gravely offended her, he protested as they waited for the gates of Liberio to open, "Of course, what kind of idiot do you think I am to let someone beat me during training?'

"No need to get all defensive," chuckling, she ruffled Porco's blonde hair (much to his annoyance) and squeezed his hand in support, "Just glad you're doing your best," she glanced at the tiny scratched up watch that clearly looked like a hand-me-down, as usually was the case in the Hoover household, "Anyways, it's time for supper and I should be off, or else father will worry."

As she waved at him, Porco couldn't help smiling and waving back at her, though he usually kept a stoic facial expression. Nonchalance wasn't necessary in the face of kindness and patience, that much he knew. At the very least, he was glad he had someone who could somewhat understand what he was feeling.

***

Over the following two years, their meet-ups remained frequent, even though they never really lasted that long, since duty always called and Porco found himself being pulled away from her for one reason or the other. She never seemed to mind though, and usually bid her time taking care of her sickly father who almost seemed oblivious to her whereabouts (it's not like he didn't care what his daughter was up to, but really it was a matter of him being feverish and exhausted most of the time, which ended with him being bedridden for weeks on end).

The one time they had the luxury of time was upon the return of the warriors, four long years after they'd first left. The military had announced in advance that the day was to be spent in celebration, and the entire internment zone was thrumming with an invisible excited energy that had everyone bustling around in preparation for their return---and, as bitter as he sometimes felt, Porco had to admit to her that he was feeling just as enthusiastic as the people of Liberio.

"Bet you would've bought your brother flowers if you weren't so broke," he chortled, leaning against a metal railing.

Lightly shoving him away, she grinned, "He just likes pretty things, leave him alone."

In the midst of their teasing, they failed to notice the footsteps that made their way up to them. A hand gently clamped down on her shoulder, startling her for a moment before she found herself in the face of the boy whose mere mention aggravated her friend to no end.

"Reiner!" she cried, flinging her arms around his much-larger-than-she-remembered form, "You look so... different," she breathed out, eyes sparkling as she held him at an arm's length.

"So do you," he gave her a weak half-smile, voice deep and heavy, "You've grown so much."

He glanced at Porco, who only gave him a look of disdain before continuing to pretend he didn't exist. There was nothing surprising about that, and yet the girl felt a need to give Reiner an apologetic look. Glancing back at Porco, she saw how his eyes flitted between the people on the dock, apparently searching for something. Within seconds of understanding that he was searching for his brown-haired older brother, her expression shifted, and she began peeking behind his back.

"Where's Bertholdt?" she enthused, "I can't wait to tease him. I bet he's grown even taller."

The taller blonde stilled in place, frantically pulling at Porco, earning a few grumbles of protest.

"What the fuck do you want now? I'm looking for Marcel," he sighed in annoyance, and Reiner gulped, an anxious look crossing his face.

"There's something the both of you have to know."

"Whatever it is, it can wait," Porco snapped at him, clearly getting distracted already.

"Is he still on deck? Must be sea-sickness..." the younger Hoover sibling mumbled to herself, only two have Reiner whisper her name with urgency.

Their attention now on his troubled face he took a rattling breath, "They're... not here."

"What do you mean?" Porco asked, voice laced with confusion, "Are they on standby in Paradis?"

Squeezing the bridge of his nose, Reiner sighed, "No. I mean they're dead."

The place grew so silent that it would've been possible to hear a pin drop on the floor. Nothing was heard aside from the waves crashing against the stern of the ship and lapping at the rocks of the pier. It was only interrupted by a soft laugh.

"Come on, I know you guys don't get along that well, but there's no need to pull a nasty joke like that," she cooed, trying to be comforting and rubbing his arm, much to Porco's chagrin, "That's not very---"

"It's not a joke," came Zeke's voice from behind, stepping closer with a grim expression, "Marcel was killed by a pure titan upon their arrival, Annie was taken hostage, and Bertholdt was devoured," a darker look crossed his face, "It seems that the devils are in possession of the Colossal titan's powers now," pausing, he bowed his head, "My condolences."

With a nod, he was off, and a slender freckled woman emerged from where he stood, giving them a sidelong glance before following him, hands pushed into her pockets though she was visibly limping.

Porco and the girl remained deadly silent, not uttering a single word. The heavy air was palpable, Reiner's discomfort rising as the silence went on for what seemed like forever, expressionless faces still as statues in front of him. He looked as though all words had failed him; as though he truly didn't know what to say---and it wasn't as if their countenances told him anything about how they were currently feeling. He was at a loss.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, sending them a look full of regret, before his silhouette receded into the distance, and even after he'd been long gone, the two remained rooted to the spot for quite the while, almost unblinking.

"Let's go," Porco croaked out, voice wavering and unsteady, not waiting to see her reaction before kicking the gravel as he always did on the way back home.

She didn't say much, only alerting him to the fact that she'd heard with a muffled 'Coming' that was carried away by the sea breeze that felt anything but welcoming at the moment.

***

The house was eerily quiet when they shut the door after themselves; so quiet that every creak of the stairs leading up to her room echoes with every step they took.

"Your father," he spoke so quietly she almost believed it was a figment of her imagination, "He's not home?"

"Hospital."

"Ah."

She settled on her bed, hands folded in front of her almost robotically. He took a similar stance beside her, and if the situation weren't so dark the sight would've almost been laughable.

The girl settled down, the only sounds being the ticking of her clock as time went by so achingly slowly. It was overbearing in and of itself.

"So they're really gone," she finally whimpered out, hands quivering, causing Porco's head to snap in her direction.

He almost looked shocked for a moment, before his face screwed up, and he found himself yelling out, "Fuck!" and bursting into tears himself, his hands flying upwards to tug at his blonde hair.

Each of them swallowed whole by their grief over their lost brothers, their sobbing was almost orchestrated, like a miserable symphony only they could hear. One lamenting with her hands covering her face as her tears wet her wrists while she thought of her brother's kindness facing a horrific and gruesome end, the other crying his heart out with reckless abandon, uncaring if he looked as pathetic as he felt; weak and useless in the face of tragedy, wondering if it was anywhere near half of what his brother had felt when facing his death.

It was unknown to them just how much time they spent, their hearts wrenched in their chests, words lodged in their throats. The two let the minutes slip past them as they wallowed in their own misery, not noticing the way the shadows had fallen across the objects in the sparsely decorated room.

However long they spent it didn't matter, because it soon quietened down. Their sobs reduced to sniffles, hands wiping furiously at their cheeks to remove any tear tracks as though eliminating evidence of their uncharacteristically weak moment, they wound down into yet another unsettling bout of silence.

"Porco?" she quietly called out for him, not looking away from that single point on the wall she'd been staring at for the past God-knows-how-long.

Humming, he turned to her, a small frown on his face as he saw the glassy look in her eyes.

Her voice was small when she spoke up again, "Can you hold me?"

"Yeah," his voice cracked, and he cleared his throat twice, "Sure."

Opening his arms wide as an invitation for her to crawl in them, he tried his best to relax his body as she curled against his chest. Arms wrapping tightly around her, he couldn't help the way his heartbeat thrummed. She didn't cry and neither did he, but the grief and melancholy that blanketed them both was shared between them. For once, he allowed himself a break; allowed himself to welcome the warmth he craved so badly. With these desperate thoughts in mind, he fell back into the mattress, pulling her shivering form against his, as he prayed before drifting into sleep that whatever God was listening would have mercy on them.

***

It wasn't odd anymore for Porco to invite himself over at her house. It wasn't at all weird that every single time he'd pull her into an embrace, his pulse quickening as she would rub his back gently. He didn't even ask any questions when he noticed that her father wasn't ever around anymore---he didn't think she'd want to give him an answer for the time being, anyways. All he did, he did quietly, arranging flowers on her desk as she changed the sheets for a fresher smell every afternoon. They seemed to enjoy each other's presence, that much was obvious.

"How did training go?"

He shrugged, "Nothing much left to do," he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, "I'm, uh, supposed to devour that Ymir girl this Saturday."

"You've already been chosen?" she looked surprised as she sat down on the bed, resting against her pillow, "Congratulations."

He flopped down facefirst into the mattress, before shifting around and settling ontop of her, his head on her chest as his arms wrapped around her stomach, "I don't think it's all that great anymore," he admitted, eyebrows furrowed, "Seeing how things played out... it all seems too real now."

The girl's hand reached down to brush through his soft hair, "I know," she sighed, before giving him a kind half-smile, "Still, I'm proud of you, Pock."

Porco inhaled sharply, "Say that again."

"That I'm proud of you?"

"I wouldn't say no to that," he laughed, "But I meant... the nickname."

"Pock, handsome and kind Pock," she grinned, her tone almost silly as he cuddled into her tighter, no doubt hiding his blushing cheeks against her shirt.

"Quit making fun of me," he groaned, "'M embarrassed."

She laughed, snuggling him safely against her chest as she let loose a content sigh, "You might be a pain in the ass sometimes, but you really are a good guy, Pock."

***

Only weeks later, on Porco's 18th birthday, did they finally acknowledge the growing warmth between them.

He'd expressed his disgruntlement towards the idea of celebrating it with the rest of the warriors and candidates, 'not really feeling like dealing with a shit-faced drunk Colt and a clingy-ass Reiner' in his words, and so the girl decided that this was the perfect opportunity to express her feelings towards the newly-appointed Jaw titan. She took it upon herself to give him a day to remember in the confinements of her own home, where she'd noticed he'd grown increasingly fond of and comfortable in.

"You're here," she cheered as soon as he'd entered her room, a grin on his face as their eyes met.

"You said you had something prepared, and I didn't want your efforts to go to waste," he shrugged, though there was no denying just how happy he felt from his voice alone.

Launching herself into his arms, he gripped her shoulders firmly as he pulled her closer, her voice soft as she spoke, "Happy 18th, Pock," she didn't pull away, but she did slide down to meet gentle gray eyes that looked at her fondly, "I baked you a cake," she gestured with her thumb behind her, to where the cake with the pretty white icing sat near the window, "Wanna have that first?"

The birthday boy shook his head, "I'll have a piece after lunch. I know it's gotta be good if the kitchen hasn't been burned down."

"You're an ass sometimes, you know that?" she sighed exasperatedly, before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her level as his expression grew surprised, "But you've still got that charm, somehow," she mumbled, pressing her lips in a sweet kiss to his cheek, earning a soft 'Oh' from the unexpecting blonde.

It was clear to see how flustered she'd rendered him from such a simple action, his eyes affectionately taking her in as his face flushed red. She would've giggled, if her heart hadn't been close to beating out of her chest. Instead she resorted to whispering out one thing in a voice so loving it had him gulping.

"Pock, you're special to me."

Hesitating a bit, he stuttered for a moment before daring to ask the question that invited her for a direct confrontation, "Special in what way?"

"In a way where I want to be with you, forever," she admitted, her own cheeks growing rosy, "Sounds a bit foolish, and very much a childish dream considering how much time we've actually got le---"

Before she could speak of more negative aspects of their harsh reality, Porco chuckled through his nose, pressing the gentlest of kisses against her soft lips, his hand reaching up to caress her neck as hers deftly scraped against his undercut. Both their eyes fluttered shut, his pulse sounding through his throat as he savored the feeling of having her mouth softly brushing against his.

Gentle. Loving. Everything he'd ever craved.

Pulling away, their breaths came out in mingled puffs, both of their blush raging even brighter than before, but the blissed out expressions on their faces remained more adoring than anything.

"This time, I'm going to be a selfish bastard," his voice was low, but his words held a weight stronger than ever before, "Because no matter what kind of shit happens in the future, I still want to be with you."

A delighted expression on her beautiful face, she pushed their bodies impossibly close until they were almost entwined, fully satisfied with the way his chest fit perfectly against hers, warmth seeping through her skin from his own as she prayed that their little sanctuary of happiness would last even if for a short while, "Good. Because that's all I want, really."

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[charliedawn]

Imagine being the only angel that still believes in Lucifer's redemption part 2

https://charliedawn.tumblr.com/post/646303435890769920/imagine-being-the-only-angel-that-likes-lucifer 1st part

Lucifer doesn't know what to do..He had woken up to a bunch of children poking him with little sticks, with no sign of you or Gabriel. He had no way to communicate with you and was feeling that the gates of Hell had closed their doors..He couldn't enter. Gabriel had made sure to block all of his usual accesses and even Mazikeen couldn't enter. He sighs loudly out of frustration before joining his hands and looking up, wondering if you could still hear him.

" I don't know if it will work but..I miss you, angel..I know that you thought you were doing good in replacing me, but I..I'm afraid that your decision may have altered things too much. I do not hear the souls of all those who should be suffering in Hell, and I feel empty without you by my side..You don't belong down there. It isn't your cross to bare.."

He takes a drag of his cigaret and let's out a puff of smoke before chuckling bitterly to himself.

" You know..I've noticed something. During your last visit, you said that you loved me at least 3 times..But I never thought about saying it back..In fact, I don't remember ever saying it back..Not once in 50 times you decided to come visit me.."

He seems to freeze for a moment at the realization before hitting his forehead with the palm of his hand, trying to hide his tears from the world as the guilt takes over him.

" I'm such an idiot, angel..You must feel so lost and confused right now.."

He tries to keep his cool, but it is becoming harder and harder. His hands are shaking and he feels the tears welling up at the corner of his eyes. Even his tears sting as he thinks of you, ruling Hell and scared of being caught. The thought only making him grip his hair tightly and groan in frustration. Chloe had tried to cheer him up the best she could, but..

"..She isn't you.."

He finally mumbles to himself and suddenly, his grief turns into rage as he remembers that you had defied him..HIM ! He was supposed to be the one keeping Hell, you had disobeyed his direct order, as if what he had said was of no importance..You are mad..There is no other explanation..

" I won't leave you there ! You hear me ! Can't you see the state in which I am because you're gone ?! My little angel..Your trick won't last long..And then ? What will you do ? Any demon could get their hands on you and..?!"

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply as thousands of thoughts of what those creatures would do to you..He had seen what they were capable of, and many wouldn't bat an eye before dismembering you for their own sadistic pleasure..The thought alone makes him shiver and turn his eyes red.

" If you can hear me, angel. Run. Get out of there. I don't want you to see to which extent this place is depraved, to which extent humans are. I don't want to see the faith you have for them falter..nor your love for me.."

He pauses before admitting that last part, knowing that that was his own selfish desire. He sighs loudly, he needed to get out of here and teleports himself to the nearby beach to take a big inspiration of the salty air and relaxes before continuing with a heavy heart, knowing that it would hurt you if you heard his next words.

" We should have never met, Y/N..I tend to destroy everything that I touch..You were only an innocent little angel and we both knew that, one day, this relationship would lead to something disastrous..I'm so sorry for not having reacted sooner..Dad was right..It would have been better for me to erase all of your memories, instead of keeping the first ones. They only paint a very different version of me..If you come back, I promise to give you everything back. I know that some of the memories will make you hate me, or even feel disgusted..But, that way, you will finally see the monster that you're trying to help.."

He lowers his head and nearly jumps out of his seat when he hears a voice behind him.

" Talking to someone ?"

He turns around swiftly to see you standing there with a small smile playing on your lips.

" Aren't you tired of praying someone that can't hear you ? It's been 5 years, brother..She can't hear you. She's been ignoring my calls as well.."

He only groans in annoyance when he recognizes the condescending voice of his twin and turns towards the counter as fast as he had turned around. But, unlike what he had previously thought, Michael doesn't leave and sits next to him, asking a glass of wine to Mazikeen that first glances at Lucifer for approval, which his finally gives with a slight nod of his head.

" So..What brings you to my charming little establishment, brother?"

Lucifer asks when Michael has his drink, that he gulps in one go to Lucifer's astonishment. Well..So much for the vow of sobriety..

" I know that you know where she is, Lucifer..Even though you won't admit it. An angel can't just disappear without you knowing something about it..I won't ask you where she is, I just wanna know if she's alright?"

Lucifer would have normally made a joke about him becoming attached to you, gladly invited him to leave or ignored him all together..But, surprisingly, he didn't have the will to and he sounded so genuine in his worry that Lucifer has to admit with a loud sigh.

" I don't know, Michael..As you could have guessed, every communication with her has been answered by a deafening silence..Wherever she is, she doesn't want to be found.."

Michael mimics his sigh and, for a moment, the same expression of worry and silent contemplation appear on both their faces as they stare far ahead at an invisible spot in front of them..Angels were archangels charge, not important enough to inform Father himself. But, still..Michael couldn't get you out of his head..Not that angels didn't frequently disappear, either slayed by some demon or wanted to become some guardian angel of Earth..But, this was you they were talking about. You had never left this long before and were too weak to be of any particular interest for any demon..However, that didn't mean he didn't worry about you. Where have you gone to? Knowing that he wouldn't probably find any answer with Lucifer, he decides to stand up and take his leave. However, to his surprise, Lucifer asked as he looks at him with a small mocking smile.

" You know that your an idiot, right?"

Michael frowns in incomprehension and also a bit vexed by Lucifer's insult. Lucifer that picks on his confusion as to what he was talking about, adds while pouring himself another glass of whiskey.

" You've had so many occasions to tell her how you truly felt..But each time, you were too much of a scaredy cat to do anything about it. Even when I was up there, it was so painful to watch. It's funny how we were born with the same face, at the exact same time and place..But, we are so different..I immediately knew what I felt for her the moment our eyes met, and I didn't waste my time like you did.."

Michael doesn't turn around, he only turns his head just enough to catch a glimpse of Lucifer's face when he replies.

" Is that so? Then, tell me, how did that work out for you, brother? She would have done anything for you, and you still find ways to hurt her..How many times must you fall before you realize that she is the only one to have ever truly and unconditionally believed in you?"

Lucifer doesn't respond and Michael doesn't wait for and answer as he walks towards the door..Fools. They were both fools in love with the same damn angel. Unaware to the both of them that someone was spying on their discussion..

" Master ?"

You had been so concentrated on listening to the discussion that you had failed to hear that the demon besides you was talking.

" Mmh?"

You mutter at the end, clearly not interested in whatever he was saying. However, the demon doesn't seem that surprised, Lucifer surely wasn't the most attentive angel after all..

" What do you think we should do with the rest of the murderers on level 4?"

Before you could truly think about the answer, you say out loud.

" Oh..Uh..Forgive them?"

The six eyes of the demon widen at the same time and he quizzically looks at you with confusion.

" My lord?"

The demon seems to not comprehend your demand and you want to face-palm yourself so hard..How did Luci ever managed to know what to do?!

" I mean torture them! Why are you coming to me for that, don't you know how to do your own job? Must I send you in the pit of eternal fire for you to finally understand not to disturb me?!"

If you were being honest? You loved pretending to be Lucifer. He was free and spent most of his time just barking orders on his throne. Since the humans were all sinners down there, nobody cared to do paperwork and everybody was obeying you..While in Heaven, you were just an angel, not a high-ranked one either..The only advantage you had was that power, the power to shapeshift. You usually used it to prank people of joke light-heartedly while mimicking archangel Gabriel when he would come and lecture you..Most of the other angels never understood you, and maybe this is why you had never assigned a higher post in the hierarchy? Not that Gabriel would ever let you become an archangel..You smile at the man that you had learned to consider as a big brother and a friend..It was thanks to him that you had met Luci. One day, as you were welcoming a new soul, a man that you recognized as archangel Michael came to supervise your work. To say that you had been stressed would be a huge understatement. Of course, he couldn't exactly fire you, but you knew that angels could be sent to Hell to take care of the bad souls..or worse. You remember Gabriel telling you that archangels, unlike common angels had the power to "kill" angels, or make them disappear anyway..This is why, you had decided to be on your best behavior that day, however you hadn't counted on Luci being there. You didn't ask when, in the middle of the meeting, Michael had excused himself and left, only to reappear a few moments later with a huge grin..

" So, how's the angel business doing?"

You forced yourself to smile and look back at him to list him a bunch of names you had processed that very day. Many angels did not see the point of your job..However, Luci was different. As soon as you looked up at him, his smile faltered and he frowned, as if he knew that you weren't genuinely smiling.

" Stop that."

He had ordered you and you had looked confused at the time.

" That. Don't smile..You look fake.."

You knew better than disobey an angel's direct command and stopped smiling.

" Does my appearance displease you, archangel Michael ?"

You asked, wondering if it was your face that was not to his taste or your whole appearance in itself ? He shook his head negatively before turning around and sighing.

" I thought you would be more interesting..A shame. From what I heard, you like to think outside of the box and make sure that everybody gets to laugh in Heaven..However, I've been following you since this morning, and you haven't succeeded in making me crack up even once..Care to explain why ?"

His accusative tone caught you by surprise, the great Michael wanted you to..make him laugh? That was unexpected..But, since he asked..A true smirk appears on your face as you think of some human joke that may earn a reaction from the archangel.

" Okay..Let's see..Do you promise not to get mad ?"

He arked an eyebrow, intrigued before smirking.

" Depends.."

Well, here was nothing..You had very few information on mankind and the future..Only Father had this sort of information. However, you all had been given the book of Truth that guided humanity..including the passage which talked about his son falling and being crucified to save humanity..You knew better than to joke about that, but what could you do to try to make the great Michael to laugh?!

" Why doesn't Jesus trust mankind ?"

The eyes of Lucifer widened, he hadn't expected that..

" Why ?"

You looked around, as if you were afraid that someone might hear you before whispering.

"He's afraid he'll get double crossed.."

At first, Luci stayed still, but soon his mouth etched into a grin and his eyes brightened with a certain amount of amusement.

" Ah ! I think that joke nailed it!"

His answer made you blank for a moment, but soon, you felt excited. When you had told your joke to Gab, he had simply sighed in utter despair, quickly reprimanding you on how this was no laughing matter..However, knowing that Michael could understand dark humour was the best surprise you'd had for centuries of existence.

" Listen, I have to go..But, keep up the good work and I'll be sure to check in once or twice.."

You smiled genuinely and nodded vividly, impatient to see him again.

" Ah! Here it is! You have a rather beautiful smile, angel..Try to use this one more often.."

You blushed at the compliment and Lucifer winked at you before walking away. Was that just your imagination or did the archangel Michael gave you a compliment ?! You squealed and let yourself do a little victory dance, interrupted by someone coughing loudly behind you. You turned around to see Michael standing there and blushed even more as he eyed you up and down with an amused smile.

" May I know what inspired that sudden little demonstration of happiness, angel Y/N ?" " You decided to ignore his question and ask teasingly instead.

" Did you perhaps come to hear one or two more of my jokes, archangel Michael ? Couldn't get enough ?"

Suddenly, archangel Michael walked straight towards you and lean in so close that you were starting to wonder if you hadn't made a mistake..He arked an eyebrow at you before replying quizzically.

" Weren't you informed that I was supposed to see you today ? The inspection ?"

Your eyes widened, stammering your answer.

" B..But you already d..did ? No?"

He raised an eyebrow in surprise before sighing loudly, understanding what had happened.

" You must have met my brother..Lucifer can be a little eccentric. Do not mind him. I hope that he wasn't too much of a hassle ?"

You turned around to hide your embarrassment, as you had confused Michael with his brother ! However, Michael didn't seem to really mind and only sighs before looking at the files you had made on the advantages of laughter, which earned you a small smile from him.

" I must admit, we were impressed by your work..Especially, the "twin prank". Me and Lucifer had a lot of fun in trying it on the other archangels..and even Father who laughed when we both started dressing as each other and walking around to see who would recognize us..But, what was the funniest, I must admit, was your own reaction. You created that idea, and yet had trouble recognizing it..Wouldn't that mean that we outsmarted you?"

Michael looks up at you with a mischievous grin and you can't help but smile back. At last, you had found other players among all of the archangels..Lucifer and Michael, huh ? Well played..Well played, gentlemen..

" No..Not at all..It just means that the rematch will be sweeter for me.."

You start shifting to their appearance and take one step towards Michael with a daring smile.

" See, archangel. When you try to prank the prankster, you must always expect the game to go on. Now, good luck to differentiate me to your brother.."Am I him ?" You'll both ask yourselves and I will be enjoying immensely your confusion as you both lose your heads.."

Michael, far from feeling threatened, smiles at you..You were different from the other angels he had ever encountered, that was for sure..He suddenly tookyou by the waist and watched as you blushed intensely. He then lowers his face to whisper in your ear. " I've got other ways to find out if your my brother or not.." You both hear a chuckle behind you and and look at Lucifer, smirking widely as he looked over the both of you. This is how you three had bonded: over a prank. And since then, you had never left their sides..Or at least until Lucifer's great fall..

The scared voice of the demon besides you gets you back to reality.

" No! Of course not my lord! I'm sorry..Please, forgive me..The level 4 is overcrowded and we must find a new place to put the new arrivals. Maybe if your majesty could create more space in this area?"

One of tree things that you had not predicted however is that Lucifer was a being capable of manipulating Hell's pit, as he was the one that had created it. Whereas your power only consisted in copying the physical aspects of a being, not its powers..

" I..I.."

You try to find an excuse, but nothing comes to mind, until a hand puts itself on your shoulder.

" No problem. I'm sure the lord is just feeling a bit lost after his long stay in the pitiful human world.."

You look up to find a demon with half of his face burnt down to a crisp and who looks at you with big green eyes. Somehow, he seemed far more intimidating than the other one and also intelligent as his eyes seem to pierce right through you. You shiver at his devilish smirk and quickly stand up to face him, in order to not make yourself even more suspicious.

" And who are you to tell me if I'm lost or not?! Who even gave you the permission to touch me, hmm?"

The demon suddenly takes a step backwards in surprise and kneels on one knee in front of you, his head lowered in respect.

" My apologies, my king..I didn't think that you would find my gesture so inappropriate. I am Azrath. Your second-in-command and faithful servant.."

Perfect ! You had just gave away that you had no clue that the man in front of you was your second-in-command ! You take a profound breath before taking back your emotionless mask and smile.

" I know who you are, Azrath..Your presence is just unexpected..What are you doing here ?"

The demon stands up again and you suddenly are very aware of how tall he was compared to you..His pale face contrasting with his half eaten half worm-infested chest. You have to look away in order for him not to see your eyes prickled with tears at the stench. Not that Hell smelt good in general, but the throne was so high above everything else that it was bearable, which you couldn't say for the walking corpse next to you..

" I just wanted to see if the rumors were true..You did come back.."

He seems almost disappointed for a second, but quickly composes himself and then gives you something that make your eyes widen as big as saucers..hearts..bloody hearts !

" Also, I took the liberty to gather the fresh hearts of the new arrivals..Just as you like them. Still beating."

Lord..Help me. You could see them moving and it takes all of your self-control not to throw up your own heart at the sight..However, you can feel it beating more widely in your chest..Even though you technically didn't have one, the feeling of pure horror conjured one..You force yourself to smile up at the demon and take the bag, trying your hardest not to look back at them..

" Thank you ! This is...lovely..."

This time, both demons seem to be taken aback by your words and you frown, what have you said this time?! The less intelligent of the two, noticing your confusion, takes it upon himself to answer your silent question.

" My lord..You've never "thanked" anyone before..You even forbid anyone to say it in Hell 1000 years ago.."

You understand and sweat profusely at the realization..The other demon remains silent, but the way he was staring at you suspiciously was enough for you to have doubts as to whether he was starting to understand what was going on..You had to do something, quick. You grit your teeths and yell as loud and as scary as you could.

" I am tired of this! Now, I've been gone for a while and wish to be left alone with my thoughts! Would it be possible or is it too much to ask?!"

Both demons fly away and you let out a sigh of relief. You look around and your eyes fall on a little demon that was flying by, transporting some letters. You frown, wondering what it was doing until you notice that it is going towards the gates. It must be a messenger! You summon paper and start writing a letter to Gabriel and call the little demon.

" You ! Send this to archangel Gabriel !"

The little she-demon quivers in fear, but doesn't dare refuse and takes the letter to the only communication link between Hell and Heaven. The tall and lanky skeleton that had talked to you earlier was sure to become a problem..He was far too smart for his own good..You would have to find a way to make him believe you somehow..You sigh loudly in frustration before running you hand through your...his hair..Suddenly, you smell something rotten just behind you and don't have the time to turn around before a dark chuckle sounds nears your ear.

" Archangel Gabriel, huh ?"

Your eyes widen and when you turn around, you find yourself in front of the same clever demon from earlier. His eyes seem brighter somehow and he is covered in..You have to muffle your mouth not to let out a scream or even vomit at the guts hanging from his shoulders and limbs..Oh my Goodness..The demon seems to perceive your uneasiness and hangs his head on one side, wondering what was wrong..You close your eyes and, after a few minute, open them again to see the monster actually smirking mockingly at you.

" What is the matter, Lucifer ? Did the human world affect you so much that you can't even stomach the sight of blood anymore ?"

He laughs at your horrified expression and suddenly takes you by the arm to yank you harshly forward, making you nearly fall from the throne.

" What are you doing?! Unhand me!"

You scream, but he only does a crooked smile before asking, almost expectantly.

" Aren't you going to use your wings, "my lord"?"

The way he had mockingly pronounced the two last words make you quickly understant that he was on to your masquerade and you glare at him.

" I won't let a pitiful demon like you intimidate me..I am your king and I am to he respected as such!"

However, far from feeling threatened, the demon only gets out something that you had forgotten about..the sword of Lucifer..

" The sword of Hell..Only demons or lord Lucifer can wield it..If any other etheral being were to try to use it, they would fall to the core of Hell to burn there for the rest of eternity..And one of the only weapons capable to kill even angels..Now, tell me..Still going to pretend to be our great master?"

You know that what he is saying is true..The sword is as sharp and bloody as it was the day Lucifer got rejected from Heaven..You didn't know what to do, so you admit reluctantly.

" I am angel Y/N, caretaker of humans joy and laughter of sector 45."

You were sure that he would pierce your body with the sword as soon as he would know, but the pain never comes and you open your eyes to see that the demon was now facing you. His wide green eyes were dancing around their sockets and his smile goes from ear to ear, showing his sharp and yellow teeths. He runs his tongue over them and has something in his eyes that makes you shiver in fear..hunger. He eyes you up and down and laughs darkly as you try to get away from him. However, you slip and fall. Not having any choice, you open your wings and all of the demons turn their heads towards you, the blinding light catching their attention. As soon as they see you, they all screech or roar in your direction and fly up in the sky to attack you. You start flying towards the gates, followed closely by waves of demons and Azrath that yells at the guards to cut the entrance. The two huge demons at the doors try to catch you with their bare hands, as if you were some kind of mosquitoe and you have to do multiple spins in the air to escape them. You know that their must be an entrance somewhere since the little demon messengers were able to pass. However, you didn't plan on the said entrance to be tiny orifices, big enough for the little demons to go through, but not you. You turn around to see the wave of demons coming closer..Well, looks like Luci was right..You hadn't totally thought that through..You would probably die here. You close your eyes and smile. At least, you had bought some time for Lucifer to live as he wanted among the humans for 5 whole years..However, suddenly, you feel a hand around your wrist. You open your eyes to see Azrath, dragging you towards the gates where he gets out the sword of Lucifer and cuts you with it. The burn is insufferable and you scream in pain as Azrath forces you to put your injured hand against the door.

" What are you doing?!"

You scream incredulously at his strange behavior, but he only lets out a spine-chilling groan before answering you.

" My great escape, sweetheart ! And if you want to leave, I would advise you to do as I say and shut up!"

You open your eyes wide as he starts pushing against the door, trying to get it open. You look behind you and see the demons flying in circle in the sky, wondering what their boss was doing..

" W..Why are you doing this?!"

You finally ask and, just as the door starts bulging, he answers you with terrifying smirk.

" I'm going to get back Lucifer..I've had more than enough of this place and I'm sure that if he is so reluctant to come home..then that means the human world must be a very nice place. Now, are you going to stay here with the nice little other flying monstrosities, or are you going to follow me, angel Y/N?"

He extends his hand towards you and look back at the screaming harpies and horned devils flying above your heads. You finally sigh and take his hand. As soon as your hand in his, his grin only widens and he runs outside, followed by you. You close your eyes and try to communicate with Lucifer.

" I'm sorry, Lucifer..I've failed."

On Earth, Lucifer was sitting besides Trixie that had grown into quite the young lady, as you had predicted..He finds himself smiling as the door opens and he sees Chloe come in with a loud sigh.

" Today was absolutely crazy at work..There has been some calls all over the cities..missing cats. Can you believe it?! Cats?! What are we?! The Cat Police?!"

The girl and Lucifer look up at her from the sofa while Chloe arks an eyebrow at them.

" What?"

They both look at each other with a serious expression, both nodding understandingly at each other and smile widely before looking back at Chloe with their hands joined together in a gun shape.

" You are under catrest !"

" Paws where I can see them, detective !"

They both yell at the same time and Chloe snorts..Of course those two would do cat puns..typical. However, she acts her part and raises her hands in the air.

" Oh no! You got me!"

They all smile, all the sion having left the room..But then, a loud caught catches their attention.

" Sorry to interrupt this..whatever this is..But, I must talk to Lucifer."

Here was Gabriel, in their living room..after 5 years of absence and Lucifer's smile automatically goes downwards as his eyes take a bright red tint. Chloe, sensing the danger, urges Trixie to go in her room. As soon as the girl is upstairs, Lucifer is quick to react and jumps on Gab to choke the angel.

" You! How dare you show your face again?!"

He shouts angrily, his eyes flashing a bright red. It takes Chloe to grab him by the shirt to yank him off the angel that stands up again to answer him between each pant.

" It's..It's Y/N..I..I made a mistake.."

Lucifer growls at him and responds sarcastically.

" You think?!"

The etheral being looks up at Lucifer with, for the first time in ages, an apologetic glance.

" It wasn't meant to last that long..You were supposed to get back down there a year later..But, she closed the gates, Lucifer. I couldn't come in myself. She closed the gates to anyone but the souls and now, I'm afraid that she may be in trouble, because of me."

Lucifer, far from feeling any compassion towards the angel, is bewildered by his apology and smiles in astonishment at his brother's admittance.

" Oh well..My heart bleeds for you, Gab..It really does. Not even recognizing your own brother must be terrible.."

Lucifer doesn't wait for an answer before pushing Chloe to the side on the sofa before punching Gabriel in the nose. Gabriel stumbles back with the force of the impact and raises his hand in surrender and repeats.

"I know that you are angry, brother..But, I'm not joking, Lucifer. She's in trouble."

Lucifer, astonished by the nerve of this angel that dared come to him for help, can't help but replying ironically.

" Oh! You're not joking?! Well good..Because neither am I !"

His eyes lighten up in orange and he nearly growls at Gab that gets out the letter you had send him to extend it towards Lucifer.

" She wrote me this..One of the demons is on to her..And, as I said earlier, I can't go in there. Not only did she close the doors, but you know as well as I do that I can't go in there without Father's permission.."

Lucifer snickers at Gabriel's pathetic excuse and shakes his head.

" No. I am not going to read that. Fuck off. She chose to disobey..She chose to replace me and she told me herself! She finds my job "extremely complaisant and entertaining". Even if I were to go there, she wouldn't want my help..Plus, as you said, she closed the gates! Only the spirits are allowed in..How do you suppose I get in?!"

However, it's Chloe that reacts first and grabs the letter out of Gab's hands to give it to Lucifer with resolution.

" Open it, Lucifer. You still are the king of Hell! Act like it!"

His eyes widen at Chloe's sudden agressive reply and his voice softens as he looks down at the woman and finally opens the letter to read it.

" Gabriel, my brother and my friend..It has been 5 years now that I've sealed the gates of Hell. I know you must be pretty furious, as our deal ended 4 years ago..However, I couldn't deny Lucifer of his happiness. I know that you can't understand my decision, nor why I did it..But, it's not that bad. I succeeded in blending in among the demons. I think Lucifer would be proud. However, I wanted to know if you could please enlighten me on one of the demons that just arrived in Hell. His name is.."

Lucifer's eyes widen at the familiar name and he looks up at Gabriel with shock..The name of his second-in-command was written on there, but he had deserted eons ago..Why come back now? It didn't make any sense, unless..His jaw clench and he fixes the letter intensely..Unless he had found his sword..as he had asked of him..And if it was the case, then his little angel had some serious problems on her hands..However, before he could voice his concern, he feels a vivid pain in his chest that cuts his breath off..He can feel that you're in danger somehow..But how to find you?! He groans in agony, trying to think of how to find you..until he remembers that there had been mysterious disappearances of cats in the neighborhood. He looks up at Chloe that is by his side, supporting him as he doubles on the floor in pain.

" The..cats.."

He tries to utter, but Chloe doesn't understand and leans in to have a better hearing.

" The cats..Where were they going? Where did the largest number disappear?"

" Around the old church..Why?"

He looks at Gab that instantly understands and nods before disappearing. Asrath was also known as the master of cats, this is why it had been easier for him to search for the sword undetected..He just had to believe that Gab would arrive in time. Chloe frowns at him and asks, bewildered.

" Well?! Are you going to stay there?? Go save her !"

He looks up at her with widened eyes, astonished that she would ever suggest it.

" I can't..I can't leave you, Chloe.."

Chloe takes a big breath before looking up at Lucifer with a small sad smile and caressing his cheek tenderly.

" Go, Lucifer..She needs you. We'll be fine.."

He finally nods and smiles up at her before kissing her on the forehead.

" I love you.."

She smiles with tears in her eyes and forces herself to nod.

" I know.."

And with that confirmation, Lucifer disappears as well, appearing near the old church and the pain worsens with every step he takes. When he enters the said church, it is filled with cats and he sees Gab, fighting Azrath. He looks around to spot you huddled near the cross, your face hidden behind your Y/C hair and then..he sees the blood. You were bleeding from your upper arm and he sees red. His body feels hot and overwhelmed by a new-found energy. He looks up at Azrath that was handling HIS sword against Gabriel that was struggling with fighting back. He walks towards them and as soon as Azrath notices him, he smirks and gets rid of Gabriel by throwing him against the cross that breaks in two. Gab wants to get up, but he feels a pain to his side and sees that Azrath had succeeded in wounding him..In normal circumstances, his wound would close itself immediately. However, this mighty weapon was one conceived especially to kill archangels, and Lucifer had made it with his own hands..The wound would take longer to heal and he felt himself fall unconscious. You whimper and try to help Gab by applying pressure on the bleeding wound, but Azrath notices you and stops you. You back away in fear, your wide eyes full of terror and Lucifer then sees why he had felt your pain..Azrath had carved an upside-down cross on your forehead, sending him a direct invitation..His blood is boiling in his veins as he sees what the vile creature had done to his poor angel, while Azrath seems proud of himself as he takes you by the hair and yanks you forward so you fall to your knees at his feet. It takes you a few minutes to look up, but when you do, his heart stops. In your eyes, the innocence and joy were gone..replaced by unbidden fear. He tries to help you up, but you scurry backwards and his eyes prickle with tears, as you were now afraid of even him.

" Oh..angel.."

He utters apologetically at you before glaring up at Azrath that frowns in incomprehension.

" Why are you looking at me like that?! She's an angel!"

He stands up and Azrath takes a step back as he senses the radiating rage of Lucifer that walks calmly towards him and extends his hand towards him expectantly.

" The sword. Give me the sword."

Azrath takes back his blank expression and shakes his head negatively before looking at the bloody sword in his hands.

" I'm sorry, Master..But you know I can't do that..You need to come back with me. Your kingdom needs you and this sword is the only thing hat can force you to come back.."

Lucifer sighs, knowing that he wouldn't give him without a fight. He suddenly tries to surprise him by sending him a punch, but Azrath, having premeditated it, uses the sword as a shield. But Lucifer, far from being bothered, takes the sword with his bare hands before kicking Azrath backwards. Azrath growls at him, showing his sharp teeths and snake-like tongue. He hisses, his voice dripping with venom.

" You really are going to fight me for her?! She's only an angel! The enemy!"

Lucifer glances back at you and smiles reassuringly at you before looking back at Azrath with eyes glowing in the dark.

" No.."

Azrath seems to be relieved by his answer, but it quickly fades out when Lucifer takes his original form and shouts between gritted teeths.

"..I'm going to kill you!"

Lucifer couldn't just control Azrath, he was too powerful for that..and had always been by his side since his great fall. Azrath closes his eyes and inhales deeply before looking up at Lucifer with his bright green eyes in which his pupils turn to slits and raises his hands in the air.

" As you wish, Master..Know that I never wanted this.."

Suddenly, the cats surround him and cover him from head to toe, melting into a sort of black armor. The great armor of Azrath. Great..Lucifer cracks his head to the side and grins up at his ex second-in-command.

" Always the attention seeker, aren't you Azrath?"

Azrath would have only ignored his comment normally, but this time, his comment earns him a slight chuckle, knowing that one of them would die tonight.

" You know me, Lucifer..I guess I took some things from you.."

After this exchange of ironic comebacks, they both become serious and in a flash, they are both at each other's throats. Azrath bites his shoulder hard and Lucifer slashes his face. Both of them are panting, but in their eyes the same fire burning bright..Suddenly, someone crashes inside through the window and interposes himself between the two demons.

" What is going on here?! What are you two doing here?! Hell is chaos and I find you both here?!"

Michael booms in obvious discontent, not having noticed the sword in Azrath's hands yet..Azrath takes it as an opportunity and raises his sword to strike him down.

" This is for you, Lucifer!"

He brings it down, but you use your last strength to stand up and stand in front of Michael. The three men are shocked and Michael is the first to react, he gets out his lance and decapitates Azrath in one swift blow. As for Lucifer, he quickly kneels besides you and takes you in his arms. He looks at his hand in horror, recognizing the smell and color of blood. He shakes you, trying to wake you up while crying out loud.

" No. No! No! No! Angel! Stay with me! You hear me?! Stay with me!"

He sobs and gets the hair out of your face, cradling your face kissing your face over and over again, hoping for your (Y/C) eyes to open again..Michael, after having made sure that Gabriel was alright, turns towards you and, for the first time in forever, feels tears prickle in his eyes at the realization. He falls to his knees by your side and gently pets the top of your head. He then looks up at the sky and asks for a miracle, begging his Father to bring you back..

" Dad! Please! Do not punish her even more! Please, bring her back!"

But his prayers are unanswered and the only one who seems to be affected by his words is Gab that gasps loudly as he wakes up. He looks at his wound and smiles as he sees that there is nothing left..However, when he sees your cold body on the ground, his smile turns into a pained grimace, his whole face twisting in sadness.

" Why? She saved Michael..She saved your son!"

Lucifer shouts, his eyes pointed towards the sky, not expecting an answer.

" Because, this is Michael's punition.."

They all look towards the direction of the voice, their eyes widening as they see Gab, his kind eyes looking above all of them with a numb stare, having finally understood why Father hadn't said or done anything.

" Michael, you really thought Y/N wouldn't know how you felt ? Your jealousy of your own brother..Jealousy that only grew to win the love of one being and threatened to destroy Heaven and Hell..The very same being that only wished for you two to be happy..She tried to make things right and replace you, Lucifer..Father gave her what she wanted, and what you both feared more than anything..She knew the price, but she asked HIM for your salvation and redemption."

Lucifer and Michael both stand up at the same time and open their mouths to voice their disapproval and utter outrage when Gabriel interrupts them, wanting only one thing now.

" Let's go home.."

He takes your body and looks at both brothers with tearful eyes.

" I hope you will be able to appreciate the second chance she has just both given you..You are both free."

And with those last words, he flies up with your body in his arms. Lucifer and Michael both look at each other and, without them knowing why, they both start tearing up. However, Lucifer forces himself to talk through his sobs.

" We can't..We can't leave her..She didn't deserve this..I know what punishment looks like, and she didn't deserve this! She didn't deserve to be sacrificed for our sakes!"

Michael, for once, agrees with his brother and extends his hand towards his brother.

" I know we had our differences in the past, brother..But, we need to show Dad that we are more! That we can be more than just hateful beings, if we want her back..Are you with me?"

Lucifer nods, and for the first in the History of the World, the Good and the Bad were to become allies in order to save you..

You open your eyes wide and straighten up to look around you, frowning in confusion at your surroundings. You were in the middle of a luxuriant forest with tall trees and bright purple fruits..Where are you? And most of all, how are you alive?! You look at your stomach to see that your wound has completely disappeared.

" How are you, my darling?"

You look up with astonishment as you see a tall woman with a bright green dress making her way to you. Her smile and welcoming expression make you think that she is not a threat, but you still have to ask.

" Hum..Thank you for saving me but, who are you? And where am I?"

She only chuckles at your question, as if it was the funniest joke.

" I'm sorry, my dear..Those are very good questions but, it's been a while since I've got some company so..hearing another human voice is quite exciting.."

You don't reply, waiting for her to answer your questions, which she does and you whiten at her answers.

" My name is Lilith..And this is my prison. I would say that it is the garden..but I've been locked up in here for so long that I can't remember much."

You had heard about Lilith, the first woman, the mistake, the mother of monsters..She had died so many millenias ago. And if you were with her, then that only meant one thing..

" Welcome to the Other Place! The place where angels and demons come when they die ! Of course, as not many angels or demons truly die..They stay here until Father needs them again..Come. You're the first one to get here since a few centuries..I'm sure you've got many stories to share."

Lilith extends her hands towards you with a wide smile and you look at her hand hesitantly for a few seconds before finally taking it with a small sigh.

" Yes. I guess I do.."

[hahaha-3]

chapter 5:

Hero N Villain Duet

content: a shit ton of angst

what are you doing dear aren't you tired

“y/n”. He stepped towards you but you flinch backwards and look down.

God what are you doing here I dont think that you were invited

“Peter why did you bring me up here..” the tears already threatening to well up in your eyes.

“To talk… to you”, he ran his hand through his messy hair and looked down “please”.

Here you go again pretending that you love me

You look down and shake your head. “The game is over can you just stop”. You sit on the floor and hold yourself in between your knees. “You already know what I am and I’m not in the Stark Towers or with… with you anymore so just stop pretending that you you care. about me about us.” You look at him. “i don't know how much more I can take this“. You get up and turn towards the door. He grabs your arm and turns you to him. “ y/n what are you talking about?”

When just beneath the surface your convinced that you’re above me

“oh my god peter i saw the video”. You look dead at him. “Y/n-“ you cut him off “Stop hurting me peter.” He looks at you in disbelief “w-what video I don’t even know whats going on right now”. You study his eyes searching for the truth. “You were in a room with Tony telling him I was an agent for Octo corp and you told him..” you look down as tears fall down your face. “You told him that you didn’t love or care about me”.

Dig deep into the past I’ve never been one for doing things half assed

He lets go of your arm and steps back. “Is that what you really think y/n?” You look up at him and meet his eyes full of hurt “I-I…”. He turns around and runs his hands through his hair again. “Y/n I knew you were an agent but I didn’t- I mean I don’t care. I never told Tony anything that video is fake. My feelings for you this entire time have been nothing but real.” You shake your head and wrap your arms around yourself to try and stop the shaking. “n-no I know what I saw Peter stop lying to me”..

If im here to save you Ill be here forever just take my hand I’ll be your night in shining armor

“Y/n the video wasn’t real and I’m not lying to you”. He takes your hand and looks at you “ I can help you, let me help you please”. You take your hand away as the rage builds the fire in your eyes. “You think you can help me?”

You think youre a hero? And they’ll tell you are

“ The amazing spiderman trying to save the day as usual” His eyes widen in hurt.

So stoic and handsome and you've come so far

Your stare becomes colder and you walk closer to him “ helping everyone you think needs to be fixed”

You think You're a villain but I know you're not

“Y/n, I just want to help you with whatever is hurting you. Let me be there for you” Avoiding his stare you look down “and what if you are the one whos hurting me”.

Under All that angst and anger is a dying broken heart

“Did you ever consider that you are the one who hurts me the most” You meet his eyes and hold his gaze. He's speechless. “ I don’t need you or anyone else trying to fix me”. “You avengers think you are top shit. Perfect Peter Parker. Genius boy with superpowers and gets the dream life. Captain America WW2 Hero. America's perfect piece of ass”. You continue walking closer to him. “Tony Stark a rich asshole with nothing special about him except his money which gives him power”. Red burns around you. “Saving everyone and everything in your perfect little world”.

What about the lonely little girl? (I’m sorry) What about the monsters who prevailed

“Y-y/n your powers-”. You cut him off “ My family is gone because of you so called heroes thinking that you can save everyone and everything”. His eyes widen and soften in pity. “ Y/n I’m so sorry”. The red flames around you burn brighter in hate “ You don’t get to say shit to me. You guys didn’t protect them. They were dying and your hero friends just sat there and watched the life drain from their eyes. I lost everything because of the mistakes you guys made.” He walks closer to you avoiding the flames. Your eyes well with tears “Do you know what I would give to see them again”. The fire bursts pushing Peter to the floor “ They are gone because of the avengers and you have the audacity to say that you are Earth's Mightiest Heroes”.

You never came to save my world what about Me?

“ I was left lonely and cold on the streets barely alive after the mess you all made to my city. While you all congratulated yourself on a Job well done. You guys were my heroes.” You look at him “ You are fake. Every single one of you pretending like you are doing so good for the world but destroying it at the same time”.

I recognize that you're upset I know they did you wrong ( Oh you know nothing of me)

He stands up and walks towards you again. “ Y/n I know you are hurt. I know how much pain you are going through and I know how much pain they caused but-”you cut him off “Stop pretending like you know me you don’t know shit about me or my life”. “Our entire relationship started from lies that I told”. Hurt flares in his eyes but he continues walking closer to you “Thats not true”.

Trust me please believe me this won’t stop the hurt for long

“You are strong, and kindhearted, an amazing dancer than I will ever be, and you are a good person” He takes your hands. His arms covered in scars from the flames. “Y/n I love you and I know deep down beneath all of this you are a kindhearted person” He lifts your chin forcing you to meet his eyes “Your past and pain doesn’t define who you are. You don’t have to do this to be this”.

Look Me in the eyes (Here comes the hero complex)

“Come with me and we can fix all of this. I can help you. I can-”. You take your arms away from him and push him off “you can what? Save me?” you narrow your eyes “save me from what death? You? I am doing this because this is what I have to do. I refuse to let you or the hero society control me. You and your group of heroes didn’t save me and someone else did”.

You Call yourself a villain (I know I’m the villain)

“I know the things I do are wrong and cruel but at least I acknowledge the wrong I do. And if it takes me killing a few people to feel like a person and appreciated then I’m willing to make that choice” you walk past him to the edge of the roof. “You aren’t evil Y/n and they don’t love you. They are using you and they have since the beginning its obvious everything they do was to turn you towards them. I mean they sent you a fake video to manipulate you”. You sharply turn to him “so now you are saying that I’m being manipulated by the people that actually care about me and took care of me. They only love me because I’m a tool?” You walk to him “ listen closely Parker. I won’t hurt you but if you even think for a second that I would believe you over them you are naive and stupid”.

But we know its a disguise (but youre the one who lies)

You walk back to the edge and walk off. “ Nice chat Parker” a trail of fire guides you back to the street. Harry waits for you in the alley and you collapse into him. He holds you tightly and looks up at the roof. “Promise me you’ll never hurt me”. He looks down at you feeling the tears damp his shirt and holds you closer. “I promise I’ll protect you princess”.

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[sofiadragon]

The following is all headcanon and guesswork, because the number of words in the books explaining any of this can fit on the average post-it note.

CW for some dark and violent thoughts from the minds of Snape, Lily, and the Marauders.

Lily, I think, is put on such a pedestal in canon that she needs a flaw to make sense as a character. We see her as, essentially, the plot device that birthed Harry. A cardboard cutout of a mother with nothing else to her name. She doesn't have many traits, we don't see enough of her for that, but I think vanity has to be where I land when choosing a flaw to scatter the one-dimensional beam of pure light canon uses her as and give her the necessary volume to become a real person.

Still Bullies

Just with less visible targets. I honestly think that James and Sirius shifted from picking on wizards and witches like Snape who were easy targets due to their social status, to muggle baiting without realizing how much like a DE that made them seem. Peter made the shift with them, but he did notice and signed up with Tom because he really liked that feeling of power that being a bully gave him. Sirius and James just lacked empathy due to being raised as spoiled rich boys who would one day be in the magical House of Lords. They never lacked power, they just liked slapstick humor and didn't care who they hurt so long as it was an acceptable target according to their worldview. Absolutely main character syndrom, as arrogant as adult Snape accuses them of being. Less malignant motivation than the way Peter was getting off on power, but shakes out to the same actions so it's just as bad. Snape, living in abject poverty with a lowborn muggle name was just a waste of oxygen to them, and as a bonus if they picked on Snape a pretty girl would give them attention. Once they are 17 they can use magic whenever, have their apparition license, and can get out of the castle via multiple methods.

When they shift to muggle baiting, what Lily doesn't know won't hurt her. If the way they treat a muggle police officer in that short story JKR released in any indication, they aren't as physically violent and are more in it for watching muggles run around like ants after you poke their hill. James and Sirius thrive on being the center of Chaos, and Peter just likes how helpless these muggles are in the face of little old him... which is how he gets radicalized.

Good attention, bad attention, what's the difference?

James with his aging parents who thought he could do no wrong basked in the glow of the spotlight, but kids don't actually thrive under constant praise. They need limits. They are better people if, when they cross the line, they get consequences that show people care what happens to them. Kids will seek that limit and, if they don't find it, become attention seeking with wilder and wilder behaviors that end up being rewarded by accident as the parents shower them with love because something has upset my poor baby. This is how you raise an asshole. This is how I think James Potter’s early life went.

Sirius with his abusive home life had a very skewed opinion of what "being in trouble" entailed that meant he entirely misunderstood that the way Harry was treated was abusive levels of neglect as an adult. They didn't leave marks on Harry, so they weren't harming him and it's best to listen to Dumbledore. (I think he does realize something is wrong there, and gives Harry the mirror against Albus' orders to keep Harry isolated to preserve his innocence and let him be a child, which is a seperate rant.) The detentions didn't come with physical pain for Sirius, so that's nothing at all. He gets worse than that on good days at home! He had a lot of rage to get out and it wasn't like anyone really cared about Snape. Lily was probably just using him to get better grades or something. It isn't like she cared, or she would have started hexing them back.

About Saint Lily

Snape saw over the years that Lily would stand up and tell the marauders off whenever he was attacked where she could see, but she didn't raise her wand often. She didn't pick up his wand to return it to him in SWM. Such a muggle thing to do, to forget about wands, but she's preening a bit. She's sticking out her chest and being so serious and angry, but she likes it when this happens, just a little bit. She likes that a boy would go to these lengths to get her attention. Oh, she doesn't approve, no, but it is still flattering. Like getting a beautiful spa day gift basket, but in a scent that you hate.

Later she thinks to herself: Of course I can fix him. He won't do that to me. I'm special, he won't hurt me. Look, I can yell at him and make him mad and he won't do anything to me! If other people were as good as me then they wouldn't get hurt. Just stop talking to the people who you live with those awful boys, Sev. Don't provoke them by existing. I really don't like that they target you as a way of flirting with me, maybe if you did this or that the rich attractive boy would stop hurting you and get me flowers like a normal person.

And then Snape has enough one day, and he says something she won't forgive that he really does mean, if not quite the way she thinks, and it hurts her because it's true. They talked about this before, how she forgets to do anything, that she is a strong witch who doesn't have to be physically stronger than these boys to stop them. He taught her the spells to protect herself, why won't she use them? Just make them stop. Just get me my wand back. Why do you have to be such a mudblood who forgets she has magic kind person who won't fight back?

It's a Tragedy

The thing about a tragedy is only hindsight can show the people involved how to avoid it. The people involved, being who they are, could do no better. Time travel fix-its are so common in fandom because they are the only way to fix the tragic parts without fundamentally changing something about the world or the people in it.

Romeo and Juliet are both flawed and young and stupid and they can't be better or know better than to do what they did or none of it would have happened. Snape’s Worst Memory is Juiliet drinking the poison. All that's left is for Romeo to take the Dark Mark, and it is irrevocable. We don't get to know their whole story, just flashes.

His Story

There once was a boy who made flowers bloom in his hands. Life gave him all the worst things, and he became a monster, like Odysseus in that old book of his mother's. Ruthlessness is mercy given to the self. He did horrible things, on purpose, to claw his way out of the pile of shit fate dropped on him. Then he did something by accident that he couldn't rationalize as for his own benefit. Something that hurt himself too much, and he saw a path to do One Good Thing. He made a promise, and that let him to more opportunities. More good things he could do, and his hands remembered how to be gentle like when he held flowers in his palm even if his tongue never learned to be civil. He was kind in deed and never in word, and false to all. He died a hero, even as he was the worst nightmare of so many.

And it couldn't have been any other way, with fate's deck stacked as it was.

Marauders stans like to say that Snape deserved the bullying because of all the bad stuff he did later one and because he hung out with bad people even back then

They don't seem to like being told that it's the Marauders fault Snape hung out with bad people to begin with

[sitontheground]

#WitchesForBLM

So, I know I don't exactly post much, if at all, but in light of recent events in the US the majority of witches on both tumblr and tik tok have decided that on Friday June 5th, we were all going to be casting spells of protection for the protesters as well as hexing and cursing the cops and the white supremacists who oppose them.

While I am not American (I'm from Canada) nor am I a person of color but I have always been one for activism and fighting for the rights of those whose voices aren't heard or are purposefully silenced. I don't post about it because I don't post much of anything at all. This platform, for me, isn't about making my voice heard but appreciating others' work and words. I also don't particularly care for speaking about my craft much because it is something I find very personal and don't much wish to have others peering in on my personal affairs.

And yet, despite my private nature and lack of desire to post about my activism, I have made the decision to share what I did during the full moon to work this cause into my craft.

For any who have questions or complaints about how I did what I did or why, my craft is my own and I just follow what feels right. If you try and do or say anything to me that I feel is in anyway attacking me and my practice I'm just going to block you. You have no place sticking your nose in my work and I'll not thank you for it.

My Full Moon BLM Support Ritual

As a preface, a lot of the ingredients and items I used were already prepared. Most by happenstance as they are things that I typically keep on hand. The only thing I didn't have in my back pocket before I began was one of the sigils I used.

I also meditated facing the south. Facing the direction of the people I wanted to protect.

Ingredients:

Charged water (I used storm water*)

Charged crystal (I used my fluorite point for the reason that it often amplifies my emotions*)

Needle

Black thread

Orange paper**

Purple paper**

Stick of charcoal (for drawing)

Sigil of protection

Sigil to hex the oppressors

Sachet of protection powder***

Music to increase emotion**** (optional, to be played during both halves of the ritual)

Note: both of the sigils that I used will be shown below

I started when I heard whispers from the witchblr community members that I follow about the full moon being used to help the protesters. That day there was a storm where I live so I was already collecting storm water, but I made sure to separate some for the specific intent of using it on the full moon.

Friday night, I gathered my ingredients and created a sigil for protecting the protesters. I am aware that the eclipse would likely have a negative effect on most protection spells, but the spell I used was one that I created and use without the power of the full moon more often than not. The power of the spell comes entirely from a sacrifice I make for it, which I will explain in more detail later.

Take the storm water, the sigil of protection and the protection powder.

Meditate on the sigil to charge it.

Take a pinch of the powder (A Pinch. You don't need more than that!!!) and sprinkle it in the water.

Swirl the water clockwise 3 times to increase the power of the powder while mixing it in (I had the water in a small Mason jar with a lid so I could swirl it in large movements to incorporate the powder properly without spilling)

Take your right index finger and dip it in the water

Drip 3 drops onto the paper with the sigil

Meditate on the sigil again, focusing on the power of the water sinking into the lines of the sigil

Drink the water with the protection powder to cast the spell

Fold the paper with the sigil on it 3 times, being careful not to rip the wet paper, and leave it in a window or outside until daylight.

Note: the protection powder tastes Bad. Really really really bad. This is why a pinch is more than enough. I usually keep something around to wash the taste out of my mouth when everything is all said and done. This time I used hibiscus water, but usually I use tea.

And that's all there is to the first part of the ritual. Really that can be done at anytime for anyone as long as you have a sigil that corresponds with them.

The next part of this was the part where I actually drew upon the power of the moon.

Take the other sigil, the needle and black thread, and the charged crystal.

Meditate with the crystal in your dominant hand and the hexing sigil in your other focusing on the power that the crystal is feeding into you and pushing it out with your intent through the sigil in order to truly focus the energy you're sending out.

Tear the paper with the sigil on it in until it is in small pieces. As you rend it apart, feel the fire of your anger and the anger of all those fighting for this cause and send it out into the world with every tear in the paper.

Using the needle and the black thread, pierce the center of every piece of the paper until they are all strung up.

Bring all of the pieces together on the string and wrap the thread around the 3 times

Tie a knot in the thread.

Wrap the thread and tie the knot 2 more times.

Cut the thread and cast away the bundle of thread and paper however you see fit (burning, burying, tossing in the trash. whatever works for you)

And that’s that on that. I began my work at midnight on the full moon and when I was finished I was exhausted. I had a headache and my hands were shaking and I just wanted to crawl into my bed so much that I almost forgot to ground myself at the end which would have made everything so much worse the next time I woke. If I were to do it again, and I probably will, I’d make sure to give myself some time in between spells, which I did not in this case. In fact, I’d suggest that if you were to attempt something similar to this you should do them completely separately. However, due to that fact that the moon was in Gemini it felt right for me to complete two spells during it.

And now onto the notes.

*In regards to my choices of charged water and crystal, I have to note that I base my practice by what feels right at the moment. I’ve gone into spells with something in my hand that, by the time I get around to using it during the casting process, it no longer feels like the right tool/ingredient to use and I have gone to find what does feel right, or at least what feels best. The use of storm water has to due with how the chaos and anger that comes from the people on the front lines of this movement feels to me like a storm overhead. They were patient and they brewed this storm for centuries, waiting for us to notice it and do something to lessen the blow that it would cause. But eventually, as all storm must, the thunder rang out and the sweeping gales of wind told everyone just what was going on. Storm water, for this particular variation of my protection spell, seemed very appropriate. I used my fluorite point because whenever I’m working a particularly emotional spell, whether it is my emotion or someone else’s, I use this crystal because it amplifies what I’m feeling and it gives that emotion power.

Also this is my fluorite point.

**As most will suspect, the colors of the paper do signify different things, but if you don’t just happen to have colored paper hanging around white paper would work too. Again this was something that I just figured felt right at the time. I used the purple paper for the protection sigil. Purple, to me, is a regal color that signifies wisdom, power and good fortune. I used the orange paper for the hexing sigil because orange is the most infuriating and aggressive color I could think of (psychologically speaking the color orange is the most likely to send a person into a fit of rage). 

***Alright, so for most of the above I have been rather vague when it comes to the protection powder, but that’s because it is a recipe of my own creation that I have reliably used for a couple of years now and I’m proud of it. It was one of the first things I ever did when I started my craft and I haven’t ever felt like something that I should spread to the masses. Now, however, I don’t feel that same hesitation when it comes to giving the recipe so here it is. 

1 part garlic powder

1 part  cumin

2 parts cinnamon

1 park Himalayan pink salt

1 sprig of cedar, dried and crushed as small as you can make it

When I first made this recipe, I didn’t do anything with it besides mix it all together and put it in a small velvet bag that I got with an old pair of headphones. I soon learned that just mixing together a couple of spices doesn’t exactly create a protection spell and thought it a failure. right as I was about to tear the page with the recipe from my spell book, I decided to meditate on it for a while. That night, I took the little bag with the powder into both of my hands and began to meditate. When I came out of it, I realized that 4 hours had passed by and I could feel the energy from the powder in the bag. So, to make long stories short, you have to key this powder to yourself first. Since then, I have used it as a protection for others by using the same powder that I mixed a couple of years ago that has protected me for that long. I take some of that powder and, using the charged water, I key it to the other that I want to protect, and then by drinking the water I am sacrificing the strength of my protection spell in order to cast one on someone else. This is why I didn’t see an issue doing this spell during the eclipse, which I have read can be a force of undoing. I had no issue casting a hex during the eclipse because I wanted to see the undoing of those that I was trying to hex, but the protection spell will not fail because I didn’t pull on the power of the moon.

****Yes, I listen to music while I work. On the night of the full moon, I was listening to Freedom by Beyoncé ft. Kendrick Lamar on repeat during the whole shebang. When I work, I am incredibly focused, so much that even the slightest disturbance to my balance will send the whole spell crashing down at my feet. If I were to work in silence, a single pin drop could cause me to lose focus and the spell could go awry. So, usually I will put on a single song that reflects the work that I am doing. Either that or I go to ambient-mixer.com and find some background sounds that I can customize and put on for myself. I chose the particular song that I did because both artists are POC angd it sends a message that aligns with the intent of both of these spells.

Sigil of Protection

This one I created myself.

Hexing Sigil

This one I did not create myself. The wonderful ceramyn here on tumblr created it, so this is me crediting her work.