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sunflowerspectre · 4 years ago

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Hellfire and Ectoblasts

For @cleanlenins

Title: Hellfire and Ectoblasts Fandom: Danny Phantom x Lucifer Summary: The devil works hard, but Vladimir Masters works harder. When Vladimir Master dabbles in dealing favors to others to get his way - much easier than constantly possessing everyone - Lucifer Morningstar has a few choice words for the business tycoon. Rating: T for cursing (multiple uses of the F word, mentions of drug abuse) Final Word Count: 5005 Ft. Uncle/Redeemed Vlad AU

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Los Angeles is new territory, despite all the places Vladimir Masters has traveled. He has drunk martinis in the sands of Bahamas, made deals in Cancun, and has a passport larger than most politicians. He has even traveled further into the Ghost Zone than most of the fully ghosts there.

Yet the city of angels has always eluded him, or rather he eluded it. It never quite appealed to him, with the oddities and gaudy casinos. It felt almost beneath him and it has, honestly, never been on his priority list - at least, not until now.

Business is business and Vlad Masters will always go where business is; even if it is in a city like Los Angeles. Even if it is with an admittedly annoying sixteen year old teenager for a long extended amount of time.

Honestly, what was he thinking when he wanted Daniel as a son? He should have gone after Jasmine, he begrudges. At least she knew when to be quiet.

“Are we there yet?”

Vlad feels his eyebrow twitch, a vein throbbing in his neck. Daniel Fenton has the nerve to look at him with large innocent, doe eyes as if that is not the hundredth time he has asked that question in the past hour.

His somewhat nephew had jumped on the chance to go to LA with him; he would have been more suspicious of Daniel’s intention if not for the fact that the space shuttle endeavor will be within one quick bus ride from their hotel. As challenging, and even powerful, as Daniel can be - he is very much an open book that has been quite easy to read.

Danny opens his mouth, as if to ask that infuriating question again, but is stopped short by a small ecto blast. The ectoplasm effectively sticks against his mouth and despite the way he claws it, it refuses to budge. He settles for crossing his arms in a huff with a narrow glare. He idly considers it for a moment before a middle finger raises in contempt.

“Curse at me all you want, Daniel, but I refuse to listen to that infernal question the entire trip.”

Danny’s body language makes it clear that he is mocking him. Vlad waits until his fit is over before removing the ecto blast. Danny, huffing about being cut-off, leans back into the seat of the private jet. When he glances out the window, catching glimpses of clouds, he can not help but think wistfully how much better it would be to be flying Airline Danny. Jets, private or otherwise, are too confining now that he knows what it feels like to touch clouds.

He bets that the skies of Los Angeles is beautiful up close. He absently wonders if he gets far away enough to the nearby desert if he will be able to get a good view of the stars. The Orion constellation, not to mention a few planets like Venus and even Saturn, should be more visible here than it would be in Amity Park. He wonders if he flies high enough if he can get a good picture with a smartphone.

“Why are you going to LA anyway? Don’t you have enough money that you don’t need to be blowing it at casinos? Or is that the whole point?”

He barely even spares Vlad a glance through the corner of his eyes, arms crossed lazily against his chest as his cheek presses against the cool glass of the window. While being with Vlad is not the worst thing in the world - at least not anymore - he can not help but wish he would’ve been able to bring Sam and Tucker along. He imagines that they would be thrilled to go somewhere that’s not the Nasty Burger. At the very least, they would be better conversationalists.

Well, I guess it’s at least fun to mess with him, Danny thinks wistfully, a more devious smile on his face. If anything, it is a great way to pass the time. Messing with Vlad has always been a treasure, but now with little repercussions, at least nothing that compares to the way he used to threaten to kill his dad, it is like the entire world is his oyster.

“You can never have enough money, young badger.”

Danny coughs something into his elbow that sounds suspiciously like ‘ eat the rich’. His eyes watch Vlad carefully with feign innocence, as if he never said anything at all. His elbow hides the large shit-eating grin threatening to break on his face.

Vlad makes a point to ignore the comment, continuing easily, “Since our - my -”

He struggles to find the right word, fumbling a bit with a strained look on his face. Mentions of the past have always been hard to bring up when he is, honestly, doing his best to move forward from it. He feels strained at the mere mention of how he behaved beforehand, somewhat even embarrassed by the things he tried to pull. He cannot be thankful enough that the Fentons, including even Daniel, have even given him this second chance. The young badger’s trust is not an easy thing to earn.

“ Your redemption arc,” Danny offers somewhat helpfully.

While not fond of the term, Vlad has to admit that he cannot think of a better phrase.

“-Yes.”

He accepts the term Danny offers with clenched teeth, “-and as such, possession has become quite unfavorable . I have taken up doing business the old-fashioned way.”

Danny turns to face him. His innocently blinking eyes do not fool anyone with the gleam of mischief shining brightly in them.

“-Legal suits and proper paperwork?”

Vlad snaps at him suddenly, a vein throbbing in his forehead as he regrets taking off the ecto-gag.

“Oh will you - stop that?”

The outburst sends Danny reeling into a laughing fit, clenching his sides tightly.

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Danny’s smartass comments cost him; though, in his opinion, it was absolutely worth it. To his dismay, Vlad drags him along through the city of angels instead of leaving him at the hotel. He claimed he needed to meet a new potential business partner. He gave an entire speech of how it would be good for him to learn how the business world works, but Danny can only recall maybe the first few sentences of said speech. Vlad even went as far as stuffing Danny into the most uncomfortable expensive clothes that he could find. Honestly, couldn’t the man at least get comfy expensive clothes? Gucci makes sweat suits. He makes a mental note to send some links to Gucci sweat suits to Vlad later.

Comfy or not, he still would have preferred to have just headed straight to the space shuttle endeavor. At least then, he would be in ghost form most of the time anyway. It would have been a ten - maybe fifteen - minute flight himself from their hotel room; he even promised Vlad that he would stay invisible the whole time and not touch anything he was not supposed to. A promise that was hard to give since oh man did he want to touch the shuttle just to say he touched something that was in space. He even begged his uncle. Slipped in a few mentions of how his mom would be so happy if he was able to go and get pictures.

He almost got him too, but alas, his efforts were in vain. Instead, he is stuck in a limo. It is not a bad thing in and of itself, but even a luxurious car feels suffocating when you want to be somewhere else.

He eyes the protesters lining up on certain streets. Sam would have loved it here. He keeps track of all of the ‘trendy’ vegan cafes he spots along the way for future reference; he even spots a few goth-centric stores. He snaps a few pictures, sending them over their group chat. He follows them up with pictures of pictures of every BBQ stand he finds for Tucker’s sake.

Sam: Still with the ex-villain?

Danny snorts, scooting away from Vlad as much as he could before snapping a picture of his unsuspecting ex-arch nemesis. Vlad visibly sighs, the exhaustion showing on his face as he does not even bother to look at Danny anymore.

Tucker: Someone looks like he’s having a great time

Danny: He’s with me, of course he’s having a great time. I’m a joy to be around. An absolute blast.

Tucker: Isn’t every party you’ve gone to nowadays a bit - dead?

Danny audibly groans at the bad attempt at puns, sending a quick message of how puns are his thing; it’s his whole shtick. But like all group chats do, the conversation grows dead pretty fast.

He is already growing bored again after having sent all the memes he could find ( and how dare they not laugh react at them) . He settles for rolling the window up and down obsessively, occasionally even sticking his head through it. When that adrenaline rush is short-lived, he ends up leaning against the door while obnoxiously clicking the window button repeatedly until Vlad is forced to ask the limo driver to put on the child lock. He considers the idea of just phasing his head through the window, but as weird as LA is, he thinks even that would be a stretch.

He could just phase away entirely. After all, the limo is not ghost proof. Vlad even got rid of most of his more outrageous contraptions and traps so he knows that the seat will not suddenly grow restraints if he tries to get up from it. He wonders if the oddity shop that they passed is still open? He did promise everyone souvenirs and the weirder the better (as is the whole point with souvenirs).

But he also promised his mom that he would get along.

Besides, Vlad said he would pay for lunch when they are done and they passed the most delicious looking burger place.

After what feels like forever, watching all the places he wants to go but can’t right now like a sad puppy begging for the window to be let down, the limo finally pulls up in front of a nightclub. LUX. Danny raises a brow. He may not be the smartest out of his family, but dead languages are his specialty. He glances to Vlad, wondering if he should be more concerned about his pseudo-uncle doing business here. Any nightclub named after light that looks this shady can not be good.

He is also pretty sure that he just saw a drug deal around the corner and some of the people in line already look under the influence of something .

“Am I even allowed here,” Danny questions, pausing a moment to count on his fingers, as they exit the limo. “I’m only like - sixteen? I am a literal child. ”

Vlad continues walking as if he does not hear Danny’s voice grating on behind him. Somehow, the teenager has a voice that seems to stick out like a sore thumb against the boom of the music coming out from the club’s doors.

“You are not a child, Daniel,” Vlad finally acknowledges.

“Uh the law would disagree, sir,” Danny waves a finger after him, “I am a minor.”

The sun is already starting to set, which means the club is steadily filling up; a majority of people are still out in long lines outside of the club’s door. He glances at them briefly, if in a bit of curiosity at the club wear. He blushes wildly at some of the more out-there club wear and focuses quickly on the fact that Vlad is steadily getting ahead of him.

“We are not here for drinking, Daniel,” Vlad’s voice comes out a bit exasperated as he fixes his tie. He eyes the people in line with a bit of disdain, but otherwise ignores them.

Vlad continues on past the lines, not acknowledging the way that some of them call after him. He keeps his hands in his pockets as he gets closer to the crowd; Danny realizes that it likely has something to do with the high possibility of getting pick-pocketed. After all, Vlad does not exactly blend in, but neither does Danny in the suit that Vlad forced him in.

Danny is close in tow as they head straight for the bouncer at the door.

If Vlad was not so used to the way that Maddie could ( has and absolutely will) beat him, he would have been more surprised at the woman at the club’s door. The choice being a bit abnormal in the job. Her intimidating presence is enough to make most of the more pushy people at the front second-guess themselves. A few of the people who dare to test the boundary of the velvet rope quickly change their mind as she just glances at them. Danny’s first thought is how much Sam would like the bouncer. The entire leather outfit is just something that feels like she would like, compared with how tough the woman seems to be. If the woman didn’t scare him so much, he would have tried to take a picture.

His second thought, however, is how off she feels. The closer he gets to her, the more his core vibrates deeply in his chest. As if it is trying to transform and get him out of there, like an animal’s instincts to a predator. Run. RUN. RUN. He digs his heels into the ground and refuses to listen to his gut. He refuses to let his gut determine what he thinks about someone, or how he acts on them. He learned the hard way to control that impulse.

Besides, she does not seem that dangerous - he thinks? He glances to the knives strapped to her thigh and the mean look in her eyes. Mostly. But his ghost sense has never gone off. That means that possession is off the table - so is her being a ghost. But he has never felt his core vibrate this way, in such a paralyzing instinctual fear. The only thing that comes close is when he faced Pariah.

Danny is sure that Vlad notices it too, he is way too smart not to. Vlad’s expressionless face does not give a single thing away, staring straight on even as the woman looks him over closely, a sneer on her face. Something about the way she bares her teeth feels more like a threat, as if she is prepared to rip your throat out herself at any given moment. The worst part is that it feels like that is something she is very much capable of doing. She gets startlingly close to Vlad’s face, sniffing him. He refuses to flinch and let this woman know how much she intimidates him.

He seems to pass whatever test she was giving him. Finally she just snorts, taking the card that he offers her. Danny only catches a glimpse of the red and gold lining against black with some sort of name written on it. He barely sees the flash of some sort of horned symbol on the edge. Just who is Vlad doing business with anyway?

Whatever the card is, it works. She backs off, crossing her arms against her chest as she moves out of the way of the door to let them through. The glare she gives some of the people at the front of the line scares them out of even thinking about shoving their way in through the open door.

Danny sticks close to Vlad’s side this time, feeling the urge to get as far away as he can from the woman. He is not sure if she will stop him. He would love to get out of this situation with Vlad, but he would hate that it meant staying anywhere near the woman. The wild beating of his core is getting worse and it feels like he can’t breath.

He is unsure if he can handle being around her much longer with his core acting up like this. He feels like he is this close to a heart attack.

“You smell weird, but whatever. He’s inside.”

He smells weird, Danny wonders how she can smell anything especially when all he can smell is all the people around them not wearing deodorant. He tries his best to brush it off as some sort of intimidating tactic. But when Danny passes by the woman, she leans forward, visibly sniffing him as well.

“Sorry it’s my - uh - aftershave,” Danny’s panicked lie confuses even him as he just waves at the woman as he enters the club, finally taking a deep breath in as the door shuts behind him.

Still thoroughly weirded out by whatever that was, something that does not improve when he’s suddenly surrounded by drunks and loud blaring music, he sticks abnormally close to Vlad. The people surrounding them are too drunk to notice when he phases through the elbows that are just too close to him or the shoulders that almost bump into him. Vlad looks back at him briefly, a ghost of a smile on his face, before he turns attention to the crowd.

“Whatcha looking for? The bar? Drugs? A confessional?” Danny asks as they finally reach a section that gives them some elbow room. He brushes off imaginary dirt, and not so imaginary something , off of his shoulders.

“My business partner,” Vlad answers curtly, eyes still scanning the crowd. He knows what he’s looking for, despite not having met the man before.

When Lucifer Morningstar reached out to him, insisting that they meet in person to discuss business, Vlad almost brushed him off. However, a combination of the man’s obsession with the devil and the fact that Lucifer Morningstar’s very identity doesn’t go back any further than a few years intrigued him. How does a man who legally has only been around for a few years get so ahead in the business world? More importantly, who is he really?

“What does he look like, maybe I can help.” Danny offers, looking over the crowd as if he would suddenly be able to who they are looking for.

“It is our first business meeting, I’m afraid, but if he looks anything like his photos, you can’t miss him.”

That gets Danny’s attention. He swerves suddenly on Vlad, jutting his hands out to form a T, his fingers press against his palm, “Whoa, time out! You brought me to a business meeting with someone you never met before? How do you even know the guy’s like, I don’t know, a ghost hunter?”

“You're a paranoid teenager, young badger.” Vlad’s voice is dry with a lack of amusement, “I’ll have you know that I reach all my partners quite well. Lucifer Morningstar is nothing more than a lunatic, however he is quite popular with our mutual partners.”

“ Lucifer,” Danny harshly whispers, his voice only half-way kidding, “Don’t tell me you actually made a deal with the devil?”

Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise him if Vlad did - if such a thing is really possible - but it would put a strain on their now alliance. Vlad’s about to retort, likely something along the lines of you’re being ridiculous Daniel, but he gets cut off prematurely by another voice.

“Well not yet, but let’s see if that changes today, shall we?”

A particularly British voice gets their attention as a man in a well fitted suit, looking vastly more comfortable in it than Danny is, struts their way. Despite looking like every other business man he’s seen, the man doesn’t feel like the usual stuffy suit type. He feels dangerously charismatic, with an easy smile on his face and a magnetic pull that makes it difficult to turn their attention away from him. He has a few beautiful women, and at least one man, at his side. He whispers something that Danny wishes he didn’t hear, to each of them before they regretfully leave his side.

“You must be Vladimir Masters.” The tone of voice is not a compliment, coming off more mocking, “Look at you, a bit older than I expected, but ultimately age is never an issue. Provided you’re at least an adult.”

The sultry look that the apparent Lucifer Morningstar has as he looks Vlad up and down appreciatively reminds Danny too much of how Vlad used to look at his mom. He starts to feel sick to his stomach, gagging exaggeratingly in the background as he tries his best to ignore the way his core has returned to vibrating, thumping hard against his chest.

Whatever the woman at the door was, Lucifer Morningstar must be at least the same thing - or something close to it - to make his core react the same way. He should be more concerned over it, but he glances toward Vlad. He looks stony as ever, the only sign of discomfort being a vein beginning to throb on his neck. Ah, so he does notice.

He doesn’t seem surprised either. Danny wonders if this is some sort of test again, to see what he will do and how he will react. Especially in front of an unknown factor. Shit. Danny curses when he realizes that’s why Vlad brought him along in the first place and then curses again - more directed at Vlad himself this time - for Vlad being as cryptic and vague as Clockwork.

I just wanted to see the endeavor, Danny bemoans as the man ushers Vlad (and by extension, Danny) to a clear booth. Taking Vlad’s lead, Danny acts more confident this time around, trying his best to act like every inch of his being isn’t screaming to run.

“Drinks,” Lucifer offers, seeming comfortable in the booth with his arms stretched out wide against the edge of the seat across from Danny and Vlad. While Vlad accepts the offer, ordering a simple old fashion, Danny speaks up with a cheeky grin.

“I’ll have a coke on the rocks,” Danny orders, showing a lot of teeth in his grin as he gives finger guns, of all things. After a pause, he adds on, “Not shaken nor stirred, please.”

Vlad’s exasperated sigh is barely audible as he breathes out through his nose. At the very least, he should be glad that Danny is acting normal - as awkward and tiring as normal is.

“I must admit Mr. Morningstar, I was a bit surprised to receive your invitation,” Vlad speaks easily. He politely sips at his drink, but otherwise leaves it untouched, more focused on the conversation. He tries to not let his eye twitch when he hears Danny suck up his coke through a straw.

Lucifer looks at Danny in amusement, seemingly unoffended by the teenager’s manners (a small blessing). Unlike Vlad, Lucifer doesn’t shy away from his own drink, downing it easily. He orders a few more at one of the ladies passing by, followed by flirtatious compliments that make her giggle and once again, makes Danny wish that he couldn’t hear what was being said.

“Well how could I not invite a man such as yourself, Vladimir,” Lucifer’s voice is exaggerated, almost strained, “Or is it Vlad? Vladdy?”

Vlad does twitch at that and Lucifer grins, “Vladdy it is. Better than douchebag, I suppose.”

Danny snorts at the sudden word, laughing hard enough that he barely stops the coke from pouring out of his nose. He takes in a deep breath, wiping at his face with a cocktail napkin as his nose burns from the soda.

“I prefer to use the term fruit loop,” Danny speaks up helpfully.

Lucifer seems delighted at this information, his eyes lighting up in glee as Vlad visibly sinks into the seat.

“ Fruit loop,” Lucifer repeats gleefully, “Lacks a bit in curse words for my liking but fruit loop it is!”

“You can always say fucking fruit loop,” Danny offers as if he is still being helpful, the grin on his face more genuine, “Or fruit by the fucking loop?”

Lucifer’s laugh is infectious, his eyes gleaming as Danny joins him in laughter at Vlad’s expense. For a moment, the two continue back and forth before Vlad is forced to intervene; the vein is his neck is more noticeably throbbing at this point.

“Mr. Morningstar,” Vlad cuts in, his voice stern, “What exactly was the point of the invitation, if I may? I hope it wasn’t to just call me outrageous names.”

Lucifer nonchalantly waves off Vlad’s growing ire, “Oh no, I invited you over for much more than just that. Favors, you will find, are my specialty. One could say it’s my whole business. I grant favors and I do not take kindly to others who sneak up on my business and steal it away.”

There’s a flash of something in Lucifer’s eyes. Something dangerous. As brief as it is, it’s enough to make Danny’s core hum against his chest, his hand grips his knee tightly. His eyes flicker to Vlad and as much as the older man is trying to hide it, Danny can tell that he’s just as suddenly bothered by whatever that was.

“It’s the point of the matter, you know,” Lucifer continues, “Steal my business, shame on me, steal my shtick, shame on you.”

He downs another glass and grabs something off a platter as someone passes by. It looks suspiciously like a joint. He lights it up without a second thought; Danny tries his best to act like he doesn’t know what it is as Vlad eyes him through the corner of his eyes.

“Word is that you, Vladimir Masters, have been sneaking around granting favors to a chosen few. I don’t know how you grant said favors, I don’t particularly care. But I do wish you would stop.”

The dangerous aura that’s thick in the air is heavy, but the realization that Vlad has still been up to shady business is heavier. Danny slumps into the seat, leaning forward with a heavy sigh.

“So you have been up to shady shit,” Danny mumbles under his breath as he absently stirs the straw in what has to be his third glass of coke.

“If you don’t stop,” Lucifer continues, “I’m afraid I’ll have to make you stop. If Mazikeen does not get to you first.”

He gestures his thumb toward the woman that was outside the door; she hovers nearby as if she knows exactly what they’re talking about. The grin on her face is malicious, bordering on feral as she twirls a knife across her knuckles without breaking eye contact. That woman is intimidating, Danny swallows thickly, but grins wildly at Lucifer.

“Oh he’ll stop,” Danny reassures the man before Vlad can even get a word in. There’s an edge to his words; a very clear message underlying his words. “Otherwise I’ll make him stop myself.”

A flash of ectoplasmic green swirls across his eyes. Vlad, not quite intimidated by a sixteen year old still going through puberty, simply mumbles under his breath, oh stop with the ‘scary’ eyes, Daniel, honestly. Lucifer catches the moment, eying them both with interest as he relaxes into the chair. He makes a motion with his hand and suddenly the woman - Mazikeen - isn’t there anymore; Danny isn’t sure where she went, if he should be worried about it, or if it was a sign of good faith.

“ You are a very interesting child,” Lucifer says, “At first I thought you two may have been one of mine, but that’s not really the case is it?”

Danny isn’t sure what one of mine really means; he doesn’t really want to know either. The way Lucifer says it feels off, as if he’s not concerned by it or that they would have been in worse trouble if they had in fact been one of his (whatever that means). Vlad recovers fast, eying Lucifer with narrowed eyes.

“Just what is it that you’re inferring, Mr. Morningstar?”

“Why, that you’re not human, of course!”

He says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, a large grin stretched on his face as he finishes off the suspicious joint, making a point to blow the smoke away from them. It may have been a trick of the light, or even just a magic trick, but Danny swears that the smoke formed some sort of devilish face. Complete with the horns and all.

Danny’s grin falters as he watches Lucifer closely.

F-uck-ing typical. At this rate, he will never get to see the endeavor or any other of California’s space museums. Why can’t he have just one normal road trip for once? No circus ringleader, no reality altering devices, no ghosts, and no ghost hunters. He just wants to get a selfie with a space shuttle, order as much hotel food as he can off of Vlad’s card, and then crash. Maybe even go to the Griffith Observatory. Fly to the Hollywood sign. Sneak into a Disney park and take a selfie on top of Cinderella’s castle. Just a normal trip (with a few added advantages to being a half-ghost boy). Now, he has to instead worry about some devil-obsessed (but definitely weird and maybe not human at all) club owner finding out his secret.

This is exactly what Danny told Vlad; meeting someone you don’t know is just a risk. At the very least, Lucifer doesn’t look like a ghost hunter. He definitely doesn’t fit the M.O. of a Guys In White agent. There could be other agencies out there though, other people who want to hunt them down. Who knows, maybe whatever this guy really is likes to eat ghosts or hunt them for sport. This is exactly what he was concerned about. Now, his secret, and Vlad’s secret too he supposes, could be blown all because Vlad had to go make a shady business deal.

Danny turns to Vlad, not even bothering to whisper as his voice cuts through the loud music.

“I told you so.”

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bleachanimefan1 · 4 years ago

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Oblitus Part 26 I.M.P

39 Days Left Until Extermination...

"Will all hotel staff come to the main lobby for an important announcement!" Charlie's voice echoed throughout the hallways. Everyone walked into the lobby to see the princess and Vaggie, waiting.

Husk eyes were red and blood shot, while his fur had several tangles and mats as Niffty tried to brush them out. He tried to shove her away as she did. Angel was half naked while he had on a very short shorts much to Alastor's discomfort while Husk on the other hand was flustered. Alastor was perfectly dressed as always, standing and waiting, with a smile etched across his face, although he had slight dark circles underneath his eyes. Anna, who was standing next to him, looked worse for wear. Her hair was a complete mess, not even brushed as if she just crawled out of bed. Her eyes were bloodshot as well as she let out a yawn wanting to go back to sleep.

"What's the big idea calling so damn early at 6 o' clock in the morning?!" Angel questioned angrily still half asleep while holding Fat Nuggets who was sleeping in his arms.

"Since, everyone's been cooped up at the hotel for awhile. I thought that we should go out and have some fun. In celebration for Niffty's redemption, we are going to my dad's theme park, LuLu World!" Charlie explained.

"LuLu World?" Anna asked, confused half asleep and dazed.

"LuLu World!?" Niffty exclaimed, excitedly.

"Lu Lu World!" Charlie shouted, happily.

"I can't wait to tell Baxter!" Niffty said.

Alastor glanced down at Anna. "Looks like this is a perfect opportunity for our date!" He said.

"Y-Ay!" Anna answered while smiling nervously. She did not the smile that the radio demon had on his face.

The limo parked right in front of the park's entrance and everyone stepped out. Husk pulled Anna aside away from everyone and whispered.

"If he does anything weird to you, just scream."

"Got it." Anna nodded.

Everyone went their separate ways, Husk with Angel, Niffty with Baxter, and Vaggie with Charlie along with Razzle and Dazzle, Charlie bodyguard goat pets, as they left Alastor and Anna alone together.

"So what do you like to do first?!" Alastor asked leaning in far too close to Anna's personal bubble.

"Why don't you pick then I'll choose the next one?" Anna shrugged. Alastor hummed in thought before answering.

"Merry go round!"

"Are you serious?" Anna questioned.

"Why, yes, indeedy!" Alastor replied. He dragged Anna by her hand as they headed towards the ride. Some of the carousel were shaped like apples while some had a dark horse. Both Alastor and Anna, each, climbed onto the horse. The ride started up and slowly began to spin around. Anna held onto the pole as the ride began to pick up speed. It couldn't go faster could it?

It did...

The ride went faster, and faster as it went around. Anna shut her eyes as she began to lightheaded and dizzy. Alastor on the hand was enjoying every second of it as he leaned back, raising his hands in the air as the ride went faster, hooping and hollering. Who knew he was such a big man child!I

As the ride continued to go faster, not too far off from the side, hiding in a abandoned booth were the three imps. Blitzo fired a couple rounds but missed mostly hitting some unfortunate demons and imps and shooting and breaking some of the carousel as well.

At the end of the ride, Anna found herself face first into a trashcan as she puked up the remains of the breakfast she had earlier. She glared up at the radio demon who was standing beside her, innocently, with a smug smile on his face.

"Now, let's go on that ride!" Alastor suggested, pointing over towards a rollercoaster as it plummeted down to the ground fast, combustion in a fiery explosion. Anna whimpered as she stared at the ride with wide eyes. This guy is going to kill me! Alastor laughed but suddenly stopped as he saw something strange.

He noticed a red dot appeared on Anna's forehead. "You know what, I changed my mind. Let's go do something else instead!" He quickly insisted.

"Okay? Up for a little shooting?" Anna asked. Alastor smiled.

"You read my mind!" He replied then linked his arm around Anna's, heading towards the stand.

Pop! A random balloon, that was held by an imp child, imploded, from out of thin air as it was shot, crying as it did.

The two walked straight up to a shooting stand. It had angels for targets as well as cherubs. There were an assortment of stuffed prizes hanging from the walls.

"Step right up! Step right up!" The imp shouted. "Shoot the angels and win a prize!"

"Mind if I have a try?" Anna asked.

"Are you sure that you can handle it?" Alastor mused, teasing. Anna frowned. She wanted so badly to wipe that smirk off his face. She picked up the pistol and the imp started the targets. Anna turned to the vendor.

"Make them to faster." She stated.

"Are you sure?" The imp laughed. "I think your at cream puff level at best."

Anna nodded. "Do it."

"Okay, don't say I didn't warn ya!" The imp exclaimed, pulling down the lever. "Cranking it up to God speed!"

The targets began to move at an excessive alarmingly fast rate, hard enough for everyone who was watching to see. Suddenly, one by one each target fell as Anna fired each round. There was a stunned silence as no one made a sound as they stared frozen in shock. Alastor, with wide eyes and a frozen smile, standing rigid. Each target was down, not a shot missed.

"Holy shit!" The imp vendor exclaimed in shock.

"I'll take the deer stuffed animal, thank you." Anna replied, blushing, a little, embarrassed from everyone staring. The imp still standing in shock handed the animal out towards her. Anna took it and gave it to Alastor who was along with everyone else still in shock, a deer in headlights.

"Let's do something else, shall we?" Anna suggested, quickly walking away. Alastor chased after her right at her heels.

Where did that come from?!" He questioned.

"What?"Anna shrugged, acting like what just happened was no big deal.

"THAT! What you just did back there!" Alastor pressed further.

"Well, I did tell you that my father was a hunter. Sometimes he would take me with him. It used to be a hobby between just the two of us." Anna explained.

"Why didn't you tell me that you can shoot!" Alastor shouted.

"You never asked." Anna answered.

Alastor laughed. "Fair point."

"I'm getting a little hungry mind getting some shaved ice?" Anna suggested. It wasn't what Alastor was used too or liked, but he agreed.

"Sound's like berries to me!"

Eventually, the two were now sitting down on a bench eating their shaved ice in silence. Alastor chose Cherry flavored while Anna went with Blueberry. Every once in a while, Anna would glance over at Alastor before looking away when he noticed her looking at him.

"Have your parents ever told you that it's rude to stare?" Alastor asked. "Something on your mind, darling?"

"Well, you know some stuff about me. But, I hardly know anything about you, besides your mom. Like did you do in your past life, when you were alive? How did you end up here?" Anna asked, curious.

Alastor tensed as the remains of his cone fell to the ground. "You are asking some very dangerous questions."

"I still want to know." Anna insisted.

"Why?" Alastor questioned.

"Don't you want to be redeemed as well?" Anna asked. Alastor laughed.

"Darling, I'm far from redeemable!" Alastor said. "If you know of the despicable things I've done. You would be repulsed!"

"Try me." Anna replied. Alastor twitched, a little irritated. He sighed and started.

"Very well, then. I was a very popular radio star in New Orleans. I gave daily announcements about news and events. One of my most famous reports was a serial killer."

"Really? Did they ever catch him?" Anna asked.

Alastor laughed. "You can say that. You're sitting right next to him!"

Anna's eyes widen and she nervously swallowed. "Y-You're a serial killer?"

"Yes. Now you know my dirty past." Alastor rolled his eyes. "Any more questions?"

"Why?" Anna asked.

"Why, what?" Alastor questioned.

"Why did you do it?" Anna asked.

Alastor shrugged. "Well, at first for a while, it was abusers, rapists, anyone who were lost causes. But, soon I had a craving for more. Pretty much every other week there was a killing." He finished while Anna listened, taking in everything that he had told her.

"Alastor," Anna said. "Most of those people were murderers. You probably saved a lot more lives than you took."

"You think so?" Alastor laughed. "Well, I hate to break it got you, my dear. But, you are wrong. It wasn't my place to judge for their actions." Even he couldn't believe the words that escaped from his mouth.

"Surely, you must feel a little remorse?" Anna pressed. "Even a little?"

"No, not a bit." Alastor answered.

Then Alastor noticed the strange red dot again as it appeared on Anna. He made a strained smile. This was getting annoying! He briskly signaled his shadows, while Anna was looking away, that were hiding, to find out where it was coming from. His shadows immediately took off, darting away to the source. High on top of the ferris wheel, Blitzo was aiming a rifle at Anna setting it's scope on her.

"I got you now, bitch!" Blitzo shouted.

As Blitzo was about to squeeze the trigger, several dark shadows loomed over the three imps.

"Holy shit!" Blitzo screamed. The shadows lunged at the three terrified imps.

"They belong to the radio demon!" Millie cried out.

"This is not worth risking our lives over, sir!" Moxxie screamed out.

"OH HELL NO!" Blitzo shouted. FUCK THIS! SCATTER!"

The three imps desperately tried to get away from the shadows as they bailed out from the passenger car. Now falling from a great height and hurling towards the ground, landing right onto an inflatable bounce house. It began to deflate as screaming kids were trying to get out.

Then a thick blue book fell landing right in front of Charlie and Vaggie who were walking nearby.

"Hey, what's that?" Vaggie asked. Charlie's picked it up, examining it. Her eyes widened in surprise. The latin labeling on the cover gave it away. It was indeed the book. She glanced over at Vaggie who was looking at her, waiting.

"Uh, nothing!" Charlie quickly answered. "Absolutely, nothing!"

"Hon,-" Then Vaggie stopped as she saw Alastor and Anna approaching as they headed towards them. The princess quickly hid the book behind her back. Vaggie walked over to them. Charlie looked behind her to see Razzle and Dazzle.

"Take this and hide it away for now." She whispered to them. Her two goat pets took the book and ran off heading towards the limo as everyone got ready to leave.

A s everyone left, the three jumps crawled out from the popped deflated bounce house.

"oh, nice job, sir. You lost the book." Moxxie groaned.

"Shut the fuck up, Moxxie!" Blitzo growled.

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What if Alastor had a s/o who was deaf? 🤔

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At first, he thought you were just ignoring him. You caught his eye standing pretty at the bar. A new resident? Oh, how exciting! He simply had to introduce himself to you. You were already quite attentive to him, falling into almost category of his type.

But when he approached and said, “Why, hello there!” And when you didn’t react, respond, or turn to face him, Alastor was a little shocked to be so blatantly ignored. His smile seemed more forced as another handful of seconds past by. That was until Husk chuckled from the other side of the bar, “You’re an idiot” he told the Radio Demon while cleaning a whiskey glass.

“Excuse me?” Alastor gave a wide eye blink with a never-fading smile. You had finally noticed someone standing behind you, only because you saw Husk’s lips move. You turned around and noticed the menacing presence of Alastor. It was hard to see, but you noticed the twitch of irritation at his brow. “They’re deaf, dumb ass.” Husk explained, seeing as he already knew you a little bit.

Ah. Well then. Alastor wasn’t sure how to respond so he just kept smiling while his eyes flicker between you and Husk. Lucky for you, you could read lips pretty well but for the most part, you depended on sign language as your preferred method of communication. You knew your voice sounded off, clumsy and slurred if you tried to speak, seeing as you couldn’t d hear yourself. You were very self-conscious about the way you sounded for a deaf person.

And yet this started the steady slow-building friendship between you and Alastor. He kept his distance for the longest time. You always felt his eyes on you though. He’d watch you sign to others. Husk knew a lot of sign language so you spent a large part of your time at the bar talking to him. Over time, as Alastor watched you from afar, he studied every hand motion, every sign and every little mannerism there was to know about you. You weren’t sure how to feel about him. The two of you never actually talked or communicated in any way shape or form. You couldn’t lie though, there was just something about him that you were drawn into, and it was hard to keep him out of your thoughts.

Weeks went by where you’d pass each other in the hallway and wave, smile, and sometimes Alastor would give you a nod of his head. He stilled watch you all the time, and he never hid it. You’d look at him from across the room and meet his gaze, then turn back and focus on whatever Charlie was saying. Five minutes would pass then you’d dash your gaze back over and see Alastor’s eyes still glued to you.

One day you were sitting by yourself at the bar. You were nose deep in a book that you couldn’t get enough off. Suddenly someone tapped on your shoulder. It took you by surprise so you let out a little and startled yelp. It was Alastor standing behind you with a smile that seemed too large for his face. His eyes had a low reddish glow to them and you could feel the static electricity wave off him in shallow pulses similar to a heartbeat. Your senses were heightened. He smelled like wild roses and what you could only assume was death. The air around him was freezing cold and extremely still.

Suddenly he gave you a formal bow. One of his hands laid across his chest while the other stretched behind him. He ducked his head down and stayed like that for a few seconds. Then he stood tall again and to your surprise, he signed “Hello,” and you watched his lips move as he said it too. Little did you know that he had kept his distance for so long because he was learning how to communicate with you. Over the weeks, he was drawn to you. The way you dressed, laughed, hummed and genuinely sought out redemption. You signed back “Hi,” while Alastor went on to say, “Our first introduction didn’t really go very well. I didn’t know you were deaf. So I’m sorry if I seemed rude,” His grin was forever wide and smeared across his face, lips moving to each word, though you couldn’t tell if he spoke them out loud or whispered them to himself. ((He was talking allowed, which caused Husk to grow irritated enough to leave the bar to restock it full of more liquor.

You signed back with a smile “I didn’t know you could use sign language,” You mouthed each word, but not a sound came from you until a soft little giggle escaped your lips. It made his dead heart twitch to life. It was almost enough to make HIM blush. The two of you instantly hit it of right there.

From that day on, Alastor was never far from you. He lingered here and near. You could always tell when he was around even if you couldn’t see him. Alastor gave off this very unique pulsing wave of electricity into the air, but not nearly enough people noticed this. When you asked Charlie if she’d ever felt it before, she had no idea what you were talking about. Angel said he felt something like that before but didn’t put it together that it may have been Alastor.

It became commonplace for Alastor to keep you company whenever he had a moment to spar. He’d ask you a lot of questions, things about yourself, your life and afterlife. He wanted to get to know you.

One day Alastor brought you into a large empty theater in the back of the Hotel. It was filled with rows and rows rotting tables with broken chairs. But a piano stood alone on the stage. He held his arm out and walk you between the rows of tables and chairs and down to the stage. You kept asking him what was going on or what he had planned, but he only smiled and told you to just wait and see.

The piano was sleek and clean. Alastor closed the lid of the grand piano and freed the keyboard from its cover. He didn’t ask or wait a second to lift you up from bridal style and place you on top of the piano. He signed, “You should lay on down for this, trust me.”

You did as told. You laid down on your back with your eyes fixed up at the rafters above the stage. While you did that, Alastor sat down in front of Piano and got ready to express himself in a way that he had not done in decades.

Suddenly you felt the vibrations of the key strings of the piano being struck at the rate of a thousand full. You’ve never felt anything like this before. You sat up enough to spin around and face Alastor. His quick fingers paused for a second or two. He wore a smile and his eyes were closed. You stared at him when suddenly his fingers smashed the keys and a loud thunderous wave of vibrations and static washed over you. The song he played was fast and you could feel every note course through your bones. There were so many emotions in this song and even though you couldn’t hear it, you could feel it.

You’ve never had the chance to experience music. It was something that always fell on dead ears. If you could have anything in the world, it would be the chance to just hear one song. It didn’t even have to be a good one. And somehow Alastor was making this possible in a way you never thought of. As he raced one, smashing key after key with such speed and aggression you couldn’t even focus on his hands. You could feel every high and low note, every note that was pressed with force or delicacy. Alastor finally started to slow down when his eyes flashed open but as soon as he did that he slammed down on the keys again and proved you wrong. He went faster and faster, staring at you the entire time with a glowing grin and flashing red eyes that somehow flicker their own light that matched the speed of his song.

The song had finally come to an end and you were moved in a way that made you emotional. Alastor leaned on an elbow while resting his cheek in his hand. You saw him mouth the word, “So?” He was asking what you thought about his little ‘surprise.’ It was amazing. It was something you had never experienced before, and that song... it was hypnotizing, intoxicating and a high you wanted to feel again if that was even possible. You first signed “That was amazing!” then signed “Thank you!” Over and over again. You felt little tears prick your eyes but they never fell.

You nearly fell off the piano while throwing your arms around Alastor. He stiffened the second you touch him, but relaxed and let you hug him. As you lingered there you did your best to pass air through your lungs and voice out, “Thank you, Al,” So that’s what your voice sounded like? There was no stopping it now. He simply adored it while finding himself liking you more and more. Alastor returned your hug and found himself getting lost in it, and not wanting to let go.

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•Under The Red Sky•

Chapter 3. What is this?

Angel and Vaggie returned back to the hotel with plenty of alcohol being carrier by all four of Angels arms. Vaggie had a pained expression as she reluctantly walked in through the front door beside him. The day was pretty much over and everyone was pretty tired on their own. Al was still in his room, the lights were off but he held his hand. The hand that charlie touched gently with hers, a strange feeling lingered within him after it. The feeling of his guts moving on their own was still present and worsened when he thought more and more about the little hand hug they shared. He was convinced she had done something to him despite the obvious hints his radio staff gave him.

Maybes it's some kind of like spell she's put on me. "Is it possible that i can inflict this suffering on someone?" Al thought to himself as he got up to head back to the main area to test his theory. Al made it down the stairs to see Angel and Vaggie had returned and not a second later Husk came back in with his arms full of cheap booze too. Appearantly Husk has swooped out too when everyone left.

"AH Husker my friend i'm going to need you for a little experiment of mine!" Al exclaimed as he rushed over to Husk and swooped him away causing him to drop all his booze.

"HEY my cheap booze!!" Husky yelled angrily as Al dragged him away. "Oh i'll make you pay for thi-"

"Oh shut up Husk you'll get your booze later!" Al yelled as static emerged making Husk quited down with a pissed look on his face.

Angel and Vaggie just watched on as Al dragged husk away up the stairs, "Oh Charlie said to dress classy for the dance!" Alastor shouted as he disappeared up the stairs with Husk. Once out of sight Al used his shadow ability to teleport them to his room.

"Alright what the hell is more important than my booze." Husk grumbled with his raspy voice.

"Hold out your hand for me Husker." Al commanded and Husk complied thinking if he did what he said he'd get back to his booze sooner. "Now let me..." Al paused as he fixed his hand flat against his and did the same as what Charlie did to him. They both sat there for a moment before a crack sifted through the air.

"I don't understand Husk maybe you can explain something to me, do you feel like your guts are going to burst out at the thought of me. Do you feel any different?" Al asked with intrigued as he circled Husk examinening him for any difference.

"The only difference is i'm sober you asshole now let me get back to my whiskey." Husk said with an angry face as he scurried out the door running back to the bottles he left on the floor.

Alastor was perplexed and completely confused. What in the world did the princess do to him. Maybe it's one of the royal families powers. Lucifer has been said to be able to get demons to obey him with a single command. Powerless to appose him, maybe the princess inherited something similar to this. Maybe i'm resisting something she told me to do and that's why i feel this way?

Al paused for a moment, "I'll have to find a way to see her demonic side and get a closer look at her powers." He thought to himself as he left his room. Upon stepping out he bumped into something and immediately static spurred out and a little whimper of fear was heard.

"AHH Al wait i'm sorry i didn't mean to-" Charlie apologized as she backed up away from him, stepping backwards on the first step to the stairs leading down. She lost her balance, her eyes went wide as she reached her hand out to grab onto something.

Al watched as everything seemed to slow down, playing in slow motion. He watched as Charlie seemed to slowly fall back as her arm flung up out towards him. Without thinking he sprung forward and grabbed her hand in the blink of an eye while holding on to the staircase post. He swiftly pulled her close to his chest wrapping his arms around her for a moment making sure she wouldn't fall again.

Charlie's head was pressed closely again his chest, she could notice the smallest details of his red coat. The pink lines that ran down it to how soft the material felt against her face. She instinctively held onto his arms for support as she looked up at him with her rosary cheeks and heated blush.

Al noticed this and felt that feeling again, the churning of his guts. "Again?!" He thought to himself as he slowly let her go and stand on her own.

"Oh my gosh i'm so sorry i bumped into to you but uh thank you for um saving me there." Charlie apologized as she hid her face for a moment before she looked up and met his gaze. She noticed how it took him a moment to move or say anything, for that matter, back to her. "

"Ah yes not a problem my dear why we can't have the princess of hell injuring herself now can we." He got close to her and patted her head with his hand gently. "Be a little more careful darling." With that Al turned, his face hidden from view, and began to walk down the stairs towards the main area.

Charlie still stood silent watching as he made his way down. She lifted her hand to her cheek noticing it was strangely warm. Al turned his head back up to her and waved her to follow.

"Now come on shall we speak of the plans for the dance." Al said up to her with a genuine smile on his face.

Charlie hurried down the stairs shaking away her nerves as she scurried.

Everyone gathered in the main area. Angel and Husk drank their alcohol ofcourse while they listened on. It was around 9pm and the plan was to set out tomorrow and put up flyers promoting the dance around town.

"That's good an all but what flyers?" Vaggie asked in the middle of Charlie rambling on about how fun it's going to be.

"Oh well um i'll be making them... tonight.. by myself." Charlie stuttered as she didn't realized she didn't have any made.

"Don't worry you won't be by yourself." Vaggie reassured her and raised angels arm in the air offering him up to help as well.

"Huh the fuck am i gonna do." Angel said half drunkenly.

"Once you sober up your gonna help Charlie and i make flyers for the dance you idiot!" Vaggie angrily bickered at him as he took another swig of his alcohol.

He grumbled in response as he rested his head down on the bar table and dozed off.

Al stood and watched a part of him wanted to offer his help but he said nothing. He did get the party catered for Charlie afterall so he considered that his part in helping. Besides he didn't know if it was necessarily safe to be exposed to Charlie, everytime he was around her it was like she would use her demon powers to make him feel different. It even made his chest hurt at times it all confused him to the point where he left the hotel to return home.

Instead of staying afterwards to monitor how things were going and to see if Charlie was okay he said his goodbyes and slipped out of the hotel sooner than usual.

Al used his shadow to pretty much fly across the city to his home. His house was what you'd expect on the outside. a 1920's themed home, it had roughly three floors painted red and crimson with a large concrete fence wall that surrounded his home. Sharp ended poles spiked out of the hard walls giving it a ghostly atmosphere. A gate that had strawberry vines growing around it was the only entrance. Al had no need to push it open he just simply teleported past it and immediately into home. His shadow lurked behind him as he carefully walked through his halls down to his basement. Blood was splattered all over the ground per usual one of his last victims recent tracks. He walked past it to a locked steel door which his shadow opened with a shark like smile casting itself on the walls. Inside was his library, books upon books of all that he'll could offer. Rituals, summonings even types of tortures but what he was looking was about history. Specifically demon ability history.

Hours had past and Al had already read all the books he had on demons. He already memorized the books anyway but searched for any clue or power he could tie to Charlie. There was telekinesis, but he would have noticed that. Possession was a big no. All the options it gave him were of no help nothing explained what was happening to him.

The more frustrated Alastor got the more radio static surrounded him. Nothing of it made sense to him for once Al didn't know the answer. "RAGHH!" Al yelled in frustration as he made a portal appear on the floor with black tentacles and an ominous yellow glow come out of it. Al threw the book at it straight at the whole in dimensions. His shadow immediately caught it and saved the poor book from total damnation. Al sighed in defeat as he leaned up against the wall and slid down in defeat, his eyes were tired and felt heavy for once. What in the world has that girl done to me?" The thing that Al didn't wanna admit the most is that he liked the way she made him feel for some strange reason.

Alastors shadow opened the book he threw, on the front it read "666" as the title. It's dark claws flipped to the middle of the book on a page about the angels. Al looked up from his pity party and despair, he took a long glance at the page and then remembered that if the whole redemption thing were true then maybe he could make it out to the golden gates. Al's smile lifted a bit as he stood back up, his eyes glowing with a low tint of pink as he summoned his cane into thin air. Al still hesitated a moment that feeling in his guts still lingered and the more he thought about his real cause for wanting to use charlie just to get out of hell left a sour taste in his mouth. His shadow was merely a darker part of himself it loved the idea of using anyone and anything to cause destruction. Al shook his head as he put his books away with his powers. "I think i might abandon this until i figure out what that princess did to me." Al spoke as he turned to his shadow with red tinted eyes. His shadows smile widened sickenly Al could tell it didn't like the sound of that at all but oh well Als word over his shadows.

"Besides i should support her the most i can if i actually wanna get out of here."

The hotel was quiet it was about 3 am and pretty much everyone was passed out, Husk went back to his room, Nifty passed out in the corner with papers all around her. Vaggie fell asleep with her head leaning on Angels shoulder. Angel wasn't quite asleep yet he was still coloring the flyers but was ungodly tired and hung over. Charlie was passed out on a chair across the room soundly asleep, she was drooling on one of the flyers she was in the progress of finishing. Angels smile grew even bigger when he looked down and saw Vaggie so peaceful on his shoulder. Even though Vaggie and Angel have their own differences they're still friends maybe a little strained but they can get along sometimes. Well when Angels not putting a bad name on the hotel that is. Angel laughed to himself as he leaned his head on hers.

Morning soon came, though there wasn't much of a sun people just kind based their sleep around the set clock of the city.

Al got up bright and early and made his way to check up on the hotel. He cleaned up his mess ofcourse and fixed his hair and smoothed out the "hair" tuffs on top his head. Everyone knew they were his ears but no one dared to touch them.

Al entered the Hotel through the door for once instead of using his shadow. He was a little exhausted from the stress that was yesterday afterall.

The noise of the door stirred Angel awake, his eyes opened slightly to see who opened the door. When Angel saw the red coat he shut his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep.

Alastor looked around the room to see everyone was passed out all over the place. Poor Nifty was knocked out in the corner while Vaggie and Angel seemed to have been getting along. His eyes eventually drifted over the the body of Charlie. Al figured everyone was asleep so no one saw him. He walked quietly over to Charlie's sleeping body. Al admired her peaceful face how smooth it was and examined all the tiny details of her face for a long moment. He gazed at her gentle eyes and her roses cheeks. His smile was less stressed as his eyes lowered gently upon seeing her heavenly self.

Angel watched on as Alastor reached his staff out above her head. A sudden radio crackle came through as static emerged from Alastor. For a brief moment Angel peered into Alastors eyes and saw how sinister his expression was.

"My god he's gonna kill her in her sleep!"

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part 1 part 2

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aftermathdb · 4 years ago

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DEATH BATTLE Review: Winter Soldier vs. Red Hood.

Our second Live-Action DEATH BATTLE, and we have a big one!

Winter Soldier′s Preview.

So, we open up on the usual commentary that these comic book superheroes get.

With Boomstick pointing out just how often the whole “Dead parents, strong sense of justice” trope has been used.

It’s times like these that make you appreciate All Might for just wanting to help people.

But, as the hosts go on, Bucky… Eventually perished.

Or, so we thought. See, comic books… Actually yeah. Just that.

Bucky got resurrected as the Winter Soldier.

He got equipped with all sorts of things, like all sorts of training, and the Infinity Formula, which gave him some extra boosts in most areas, and basically was a knockoff supersoldier serum.

Downside: all the brainwashing meant that he clashed with his old mentor, Captain America.

After a bit of overview on how deadly he is, we go into an animated segment that talks about his arsenal.

After emasculating Wiz on his robotic arm, they go over just how powerful the arm is.

Unlike the movie version, which is made up of Vibranium, the canonical metal arm isn’t as impressive. But it’s still a powerful weapon. As mentioned earlier, it’s equipped with all sorts of additional weaponry, and is likely made up of a similar alloy as the Iron Man armor.

As far as feats are concerned, they mostly cover who he’s fought, like Wolverine, Daredevil, Iron Man, and Captain America, of course.

But eventually, Cap used the Cosmic Cube to restore Bucky, and get him back on the side of the angels. The guy even took up the old Shield and Stripes when cap died for a time.

Even still, Bucky’s road to redemption is a tough one, and is filled with self-doubt. But despite that, his sheer resilience makes him a hero in his own right.

Red Hood′s Preview.

We open on a few notable sidekicks throughout history, such as Tails, Diddy Kong, Chewbacca, and Kazooie. After a bit of snark, we go to the classic, the original, the Boy Wonder: Robin. Dick Grayson.

But after their falling out, Batman needed a new sidekick.

Enter: Jason Todd, who was basically introduced to Bruce by trying to steal the tires off of the Batmobile.

The kid had a rough life, so Bruce thought that training him to be Robin would put him on the right path.

Unfortunately, as Boomstick put it, he was in a literal “Dick measuring contest” and didn’t live up to expectations. So, DC did something drastic. The fans had a choice:

Jason could live…

or die.

As history has taught us, Jason ultimately perished…

And then Superboy Prime came along, punched reality, and brought him back to life.

In the words of the great Boomstick “Take that, fanbase! Your contribution means nothing!”

Anyways, understandably pissed that the Joker was still alive, Jason decided to destroy Batman, in an attempt to prove that his merciful ways were more destructive than anything.

(Sidenote: Why hasn’t Gotham done anything about Joker? Like, what?- Does that old Diplomatic Immunity that he has keep him from getting the electric chair or something?)

Regardless, the hosts go over Jason’s arsenal and skills. He obviously has his cowl that’s his main thing.

On top of his usual guns, explosives, and knives, he also managed these… “All-Blades” to fight off the supernatural.

He also uses the same Venom as Bane.

After the typical joke of “Why is the Symbiote here?” and a jab at Wiz’s physique (or lack thereof) Wiz goes over the benefits, and the downsides of the steroid. Boomstick attempts to get superpowers by drinking it, but it’s something to inject, not consume. So… he barfs all over DUMMI.

Yeah, I kinda wish that it was a better segment.

Regardless, with this drug, he’s fought off powerful monsters, torn through alien tendrils, and even broke free of Supergirl’s grip.

He’s survived numerous things, dodged bullets, and lived through a ritual called “The Cleansing”

Be it because he was worthy, or because he was just plain stubborn, this proves that Jason is one tough SOB.

And they go over some impressive feats.

Still, Jason eventually managed to mellow out, and even teamed up with Bats and the rest of the Batfamily.

So, in the end, the best case scenario is that Red Hood has managed to land in that “Anti-Hero” sweetspot, and at worst, he’s a violent vigilante who takes the law into his own hands.

The Battle Itself.

Ismahawk is doing this battle live. Winter Soldier will be portrayed by Tyler Tackett and Red Hood will be portrayed by Tim Neff. Red Winter by John Scigulinsky, and audio led by Chris Kokkinos.

So, we get a really interesting story here, one that I assume would be an Ismahawk reference- I’d have to check out more of their channel to confirm, but basically Bruce calls Jason accusing him of gunning down some members of the League of Assassins, only for Jason to 1: Deny that it’s him, and 2:

Have some lunch.

Unfortunately, this is a DEATH BATTLE, and this season’s theme seems to be “This guy messed with my food, so I’m going to kill them” so Winter Soldier shows up.

After a brief firefight, Red Hood manages to retreat, and Winter Soldier is confronted with a battle.

After disarming his disarmed opponent, the two start doing some hand-to-hand, and they eventually take the fight to the kitchen.

We eventually go into a knife fight, and it is glorious. Like, really awesome choreography.

Anyways, Winter Soldier manages to get the Red Hood into a pickle, but the ex-Robin manages to push him off and disable his arm.

Minor complaint: That is clearly a wingding. They could have at least stylized it a bit better to make it look more distinct from Nightwing’s.

Anyways, with this brief advantage, Red Hood manages to get Bucky on the ground, but Bucky fights back with the ONE THING JASON SHOULD HAVE LOOKED FOR AND THROWN AWAY THE MOMENT HE SAW IT:

A Crowbar. Naturally, this causes some major strain on Jason’s psyche, and makes him lash out a lot more.

Anyways, the Winter Soldier takes a moment to recover his arm, while Jason picks himself back up and goes for his last trick: Venom… The drug, not the Symbiote.

And after roiding out, we get Winter Soldier’s only line in the actual fight:

So, Jason starts beating around Bucky for a bit, even managing to bring him down to the floor.

So, yeah.

Finishing blow in

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

Verdict + Explanation.

Anyways, Wiz says the line of “This was an even match”

And to his credit… Yeah. It really was.

They were about even in all areas, and Jason’s only major advantage was stealth. But outside of that?- Bucky blew him out of the water.

Yeah, Jason had training from monks, assassins, and Batman, but Bucky’s trained with commandos, assassins, and Captain America. He took experience easily.

And when it came down to defense, Jason was out of luck.

A knife breaks when hitting the bionic arm, but the same attack cracks the Red Hood’s helmet.

Jason also had no real ways of stopping the arm for good. He could disable it for a time, sure, but it wasn’t going down so easily.

And as for breaking the grip from Supergirl?- Well, there’s a lot of context to that.

1: She wasn’t expecting the Venom. and

2: They weren’t fighting to begin with.

There’s no way that the Venom could actually match a Kryptonian’s raw strength.

Overall impression.

For the second Live-Action fight, I gotta say: That was awesome. I really did enjoy the lighting, and the choreography was really well-done.

I feel like there were some missed jokes here and there (For example, I would have enjoyed Boomstick making the comment of “Guess how I voted” when bringing up the vote to kill Jason), and the animated segment in Red Hood’s preview felt like it wasn’t informative enough. It was more of a joke that, in my opinion, fell flat.

As for easter eggs in the fight itself, like I said: I’d have to go back and try to find those for myself.

And the music felt a little muted. The first time I watched this, I was wondering if there was any music at all. Subsequent viewings does confirm this, but it really feels like the music was a bit muted.

And I gotta say: That Chekov’s Gun moment with Bucky’s actual gun was my favorite part.

9.3/10

Next Time…

Y’know, I’m glad we’re getting some Soul Eater and all, but…

Couldn’t they have at least made it Agent Venom instead? Switch it up a little, like c’mon…

Is there a fight that you want me to review? - Send an ask/request, and I’ll look into it!

Do you want to read my fanfic based around DEATH BATTLE itself? click here!

Thank you for reading, and I hope to see you next time for…

A duo two-on-two.

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ibelieveinahappilyeverafter · 5 years ago

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Alright, everyone, this is a personal post as much as it’s a public post so feel free to scroll all the way down to the colored text for the public part of the message but if you, like me, enjoy drama, then continue on!

So, to make a very, very, very long story short for those who don’t know, I call my birth mother Mother Gothel due to her emotionally abusive upbringing of me that caused me to suffer from severe depression, anxiety, and even hair loss! A few years ago, back in 2016, my friend-turned-sister drove down with her mother, packed me and my bags up, and gave me a place to live and start over where I’ve been able to get jobs, go to school, and become much healthier than I used to be!

During those years of growth and recovery, however, I kept in contact with Gothel through emails and the occasional phone call. Over the years, from the safety of being hundreds of miles away, I told her that I was gay and dating a girl. The resulting emails were not pleasant and she had no problems about calling my girlfriend a whore. Lovely, right?

Every email she has sent me has contained detailed bible quotes and scripture and needles of guilt over everything I’m doing “wrong.” She’s still “so proud of me,” however. So at least there’s that, right?

As of recently I emailed her and told her that I will be attending a four-year university in Tacoma Washington (moving away from Illinois) to continue my education. Her resulting email was lengthy. Here is some of it - cut for length.

Hi Michelle.

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You have to watch everything you say this day and time, at least that is what Jesus said in the Book of Matthew 5:37-- "Let your Yes be Yes, and let your No be No. Anything else is from the evil one." (anotherwords the devil will take your words you speak and trip and mess you up land you in jail or prison for 10 yrs)That would be really sad after you work so hard for an education and degrees then let him mess you up but read in John 10:10--the enemy comes to steal--kill--destroy--but Jesus said I have come so that you may have life and have it more abundantly. That is why Jesus said in Proverbs 18:21" Life and death are in the power of the tongue"

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I was telling Mom on the phone just this morning we talked for two hours-- that I was going to get a restaurant job here as soon as possible and let it move me out of here--I am moveing to Battle Creek or Marshall by Sept (labor day) and that I was sooo excited that I would finally get to see you, she said either her or Carl would drive me to [REDACTED] every now and then to see you. So Yes, I feel like a bomb was just dropped on me, my heart is broken, however I hope you will be happy and I wish you well in body and spirit-- I wish you nothing but the best. Just know one thing is for sure, I read my Bible and I will tell you right now, we are living in our last days you need to be concerned about where you are going to spend eternity. I just finished up reading the book of Matthew. In Matthew 21:25 The Heading Reads: "The Coming of the Son of Man" vs 25- And their will be signs in the Sun, the Moon, the Stars--mens hearts will fail them for fear and the expectation of those things which are coming on the earth, for the powers of the heavens will be shaken. vs 27--THEN they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with Power and Great Glory. Now when these things begin to happen, look up and list up your heads, because your redemption draws near". Jesus said He would give us signs in the Heavens above and the earth beaneath. All of the earthquakes that have been happening for the last decade leading up to the Austrailian wildfires, and billions of animals died, God is giving us the signs, its just like He said in Matthew 24:36-44.

Lastly, 1 Thessalonians 4 :13--But I do not want you to be ignorant brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God wil bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus. For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. For the Lord Himself will descend from Heaven With A SHOUT--with the voice of an archangel, and with the Trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rist first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord, Therefore Comfort one another with these words.

After the Rapture, then comes the tribulation. I have read Revelation many times and to say the least you don't want to be left behind. In Heaven their will be 30 mins of silence that is when all Hell breaks loose down here. Just whatever you do, Do NOT take the mark of the beast if you do, then you will mark your soul for eternal damnation. Then you will hear the devil say----"Hello! Welcome to Hell!

I am saying all of this bcuz now you have a choice to live for God or for Satan. If something should happen to your body or God forbid but if someone tries to take your life or you get in an accident and your heart is not right with God--That is exactly how you will stand at the Judgement Bar. The minute you take your last breath in this body, you will be ushered into the presence of God then it is too late to make a decision there it is if the Angel does not find your name in the Book of Life, then the devil stands there waiting to escourt you to------Well lets just say---You Don't want to go there. But the Bible says you will answer for every deed done in the body good and bad.I know one thing, it can't be too much longer according to scripture. The greatest tool the enemy uses from his toolbox is that you have plenty of time--well I can say the devil is a liar cuz Jesus just says--Be Ready it is not up to us how long we get to stay down here, that is God's calling.Second Timothy 3----But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come. For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away! For of this sort are those who creep into households and make captives of gullible women loaded down with sins, led away by various lusts, always learning and never able to come to the knowledge of truth.

Sister, we are living in our last days, make every day that God gives you breath in your body count bcuz you don't know when it will be your last day. There is pleasure in sin for a season--Hebrews 11:24. Whatever you do, don't let the devil take your life and your soul, it is not worth it.

Love You So Much and want to make sure your soul doesn't go to H---. I am praying that you will have a preacher as a husband.I miss you Michelle, I miss hugging you, I miss walking up those stairs to bring your meals to you I would LOVE to hug you just one more time. That may or may not happen before He Returns ony God knows this.Please write me back when you can, you are always on my heart and mind. I have made mistakes while we were all living at 2414, I am so very sorry I pray that you forgive me if I have offended you please forgive me, I thought I had it all together. But now I see, I was just messed up and made lots of wrong choices, but God came along with His Holy broom and cleaned up my mess and said to move on. I am so glad when He forgives our sins, He forgets never no more to be remembered. All I can say is ---Thank-you Jesus.

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Love You Forever my dearest Daughter and Friend.

This is the average email from her and I’ve been told that it’s not normal to receive emails this long talking about how she’s ‘devastated’ by my choices and how the world is going to end in hellfire soon. Please allow me, however, to show the email she immediately sent after the above.

[T]acoma is Washington's most dangerous city, with a violent crime rate of 953 incidents per 100,000 residents. While this is a relatively high rate — the 96th worst in the country — the city's incidence of property crime stands out even more. ... Indeed, the city had the country's 15th highest property crime rate in 2016

The overall crime rate in Tacoma is 138% higher than the national average. For every 100,000 people, there are 16.81 daily crimes that occur in Tacoma. Tacoma is safer than 3% of the cities in the United States. In Tacoma you have a 1 in 17 chance of becoming a victim of any crime.

Have you done the research for this city?They said Tacoma is the most violent city in Washington,I love you and want you to be happy. There are sooo many universities with the same opportunities.

How would you get around, does your friend drive? I did see how beautiful the area is but you just have to be careful I guess everywhere you go.

As you can see, she immediately invalidates my choice - something I was very truly wonderfully excited about - and sends me a message that triggers my anxiety. I should note that she did not allow me out of the house without her even when I was an adult and over 18. If I went somewhere she had to be there with me.

Ah, but now we come to today and the email that spurred this post to creation. The above emails were sent two days ago and I have yet to respond. The email below was sent just today.

Hi Michelle.

While I cannot apologize for what I said, It was not my intention to offend you in any way. I just went to google and typed in most dangerous city in the state of Washington and Tacoma popped up, that is out of 100 cities in the state.Okay, I know you say you have been there and all and you are no match for all of the evil there. God forbid, should something happen to you--you would be just another name and another number to them there is no much evil there they can't control it, I say to you just watch on a daily basis all of the crime that goes on in that sin city.

You better be praying about this cuz I don't think God would want you to put yourself in harms way--make a wiser choice, and God will bless you for it.Look at what happened to kobe bryant incident.... they met a very bad situation face to face and of course their was no way they could turn that around. My whole point of conversation.....sure you can do what you want bcuz you are an adult grown woman, but I would strongly advise you to pray to God about it and make a wise choice here, your life and future depends on right choices you make now.

What about University of Michigan in Ann Arbor or East Lansing University, Michigan University Kalamazoo, they are on the ten universities in Michigan. You need to reconsider your decision and think about your resourses you can get more help from family bcuz I have all kinds of family up there and I will be up there soon. You are no match for Tacoma Washington. I only say this bcuz you are my daughter and I don't want something really bad come out of this just bcuz you are trying to get an education behind you--this calls for wise decisions.

You may never speak to me again, but I just want to inform you that you need to be very very cautious here.

Love You Forever.

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“You may never speak to me again.”

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This is the last email I have read from her and it will remain the last email I will ever read from her. I also will not be sending her any emails ever again because you know what?

Her scared, anxious daughter Michelle Jean Anderson died and I’m what’s left - and I’m sick of her shit.

So, hello, everybody! My name is Andy Alex Anderson and my pronouns are he/him (or they/them if you panic and forget) and it’s a pleasure to meet you!

#everafterupdates #everafterrambles #original #welp okay this is poste dit's on the internet forever now #haaaa #okay #long post

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skylanders-after-the-end · 4 years ago

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Revenge

Déjà Vu opened her eyes. She was laying on a hard surface with a soft touch. The Skylander slowly lifted her head to find herself inside a small circular room surrounded by bookshelves. In the center she saw the backs of Spyro, Enigma and… herself? The timelord stood up and finally recognized the place. It was the house to which they travelled shortly to find the Book of Destiny. Seeing herself right in front of her made Déjà Vu realize that this must be another one of her time tricks. However, when she stepped closer to the trio of the past, she phased right through them, as if they weren’t even there. The Magic Skylander didn’t think much of it as the book attracted her attention instead. The pages were turning at such a fast pace that Déjà Vu couldn’t make out anything. Finally, it stopped. It was the same page and the same cluster of words scribbled onto it, just like the first time. Only this time something was different. She could read the words ‘An alliance destined to destroy’ once again, but soon another word was added to the sentence - ‘itself.’.

Déjà Vu opened her eyes. She quickly observed her surroundings. This time she was in bed inside a room of the Academy Hospital, which made far more sense. Nevertheless, the dream she just witnessed revealed something that none of them thought of. The complete sentence was ‘An alliance destined to destroy itself.’. The Skylanders figured out that the alliance was between Hex and Malefor, but they weren’t destined to destroy everything, they were destined to destroy each other.

Far away from the Academy, Spyro soared through the grey skies. His look going straight ahead as the wind rushed by. He occasionally had to flap his wings to keep himself airborne. Next to him appeared an airship which could barely keep up. Smolderdash was on top of it amongst other Skylanders. “Spyro, what are you doing!? We have to work together to-”

“I’m not following that plan!” The leader immediately denied.

Meanwhile Sprocket and Roller Brawl were inside the cockpit. The vampire struggled to steer the ship, but her time with the Superchargers didn’t leave her completely clueless. Sprocket was busy building the power-absorbing device from some of the parts from the destroyed Core of Light. It was a metallic spherical capsule, not much bigger than the engineer’s head, but it should be able to contain all of Hex’ immense powers.

The Skylanders originally wanted to use that to put an end to the witch’s undead reign, but Spyro had other plans. “They’ve gone too far they don’t deserve mercy! I will take care of them!”

Smolderdash was worried to hear such bitter and ruthless words from the dragon. He didn’t sound like himself. “Spyro please, you don’t want to do this!”

“I know exactly what I want to do!” The Magic Skylander constantly fought back the tears forming in his eyes. Cynder’s death broke something inside of him and the dragon was fueled by his overflowing emotions. He dived down and left his allies, going his own way. Down to the underworld.

Many years ago, when Eon just founded his heroic group of Skylanders, the leader first met the infamous witch Hex. She has been an undead for centuries and when Eon heard the stories of her battle with Malefor, he knew that he had to find her. Hex never stopped doing good and helping people, despite all the fear and distrust she received. Eon however was able to see through her gloomy appearance and frightening powers. He recognized her as the hero she was.

Eon recruited Hex and soon invited her to the Academy which was almost done with construction. The present Skylanders were quite wary, some even scared, but they trusted their master. The dark sorceress was just as cautious as everyone else, she learned to not trust anyone, even heroes. She was surrounded by suspicious looks, but she didn’t bother to appeal to any of them.

While Eon introduced the witch, Spyro was the only one to step forward and properly welcome her. “Hello! I’m Spyro, the first Skylander Eon recruited and kinda the leader here.” His cocky grin and wide eyes surprised Hex, but not enough for her to return a smile.

Eon then retreated to his office and left Hex alone in front of the crowd. While all eyes were set on her, she just asked one simple question. “Where do I reside?”

Spyro called Chop Chop over who would guide the fellow undead to her room. She didn’t speak to him nor anyone else on her way there.

The other Skylanders stayed at the center of the Academy and immediately began gossiping about their latest member. “Where did Master Eon find that one?” Stealth Elf was anything but thrilled with the new face. “I avoid judging a book by its cover, but I can’t help it if it’s locked with black leather belts.”

“Go easy on her Elf. I’ve heard the stories too, how she joined Malefor and cursed her village, but if Eon trusts her then we should too.” Spyro looked across the Academy and spotted Cynder talking to some fellow Skylanders. Lost in thoughts, he only kept his eyes on her. “Things are not always as simple as they seem.”

In present day, amid a raging blizzard was a singular air balloon struggling to stay on its course. Enigma did his best to stay inside the aircraft and prevent the countless snowflakes and sharp winds from tearing through the balloon. The Trap Master received a message from his Traptanium sigil, and it led him to this area. His fear of heights had already vanished, all he wanted was to make it through the storm alive.

When the sorcerer finally spotted an island covered in snow, he used it to land the balloon and get out. He spoke a quick spell that engulfed the air balloon with an aura which kept it in place so it wouldn’t get swept away. The Skylander’s cape was flowing in the wind and he had to remain balanced to not get blown away himself. He couldn’t give up now, he felt that this was important. Enigma kept following the glowing light of his sigil which became brighter with each step he took in the right direction. The Trap Master had to jump from island to island until he eventually reached a larger one. His staff glowed brighter than ever before. That’s when Enigma knew it, he found what he was looking for.

The Magic Skylander saw a familiar body dressed in white in the freezing snow, it was almost invisible. Upon closer inspection however, the sorcerer gasped in shock. It was Knight Light, but in the place of his wings was a large red stain which colored the snow underneath as well. Enigma fell onto his knees and carefully touched the fallen Skylander. He couldn’t bear the wind blowing against his hood anymore, so after many years of anonymity, he took it off. He revealed his blue skinned face and pearly white hair which followed the raging winds. His white eyes stared at the unconscious angel with worry. He didn’t know what happened, but he knew that he had to get him back to the Academy as quickly as possible.

The bars between Dr. Krankcase and Boom Bloom were lowered. The Doom Raider was back inside his cell despite all his efforts to help the Skylanders.

“Are you sure I have to go back here?” The mad scientist didn’t expect much, but he did hope that his actions would change something. “I mean, didn’t I redeem myself now?”

Boom Bloom sighed. Even though she had a better understanding of her creator and decided to bury the hatchet, she remained wary. “One good deed cannot erase all your bad ones. I’m sorry.”

As the plant mutant was about to walk away, she felt something grabbing her hand. She turned her head to see Krankcase with an awkward yet somewhat calming smile on his face. “Hey, I’m… sorry about your friend.”

The Life Sensei appreciated the gesture and gripped his hand in return. “Thanks.”

The Skylander left while Krankcase looked after her longingly. It was still a long way to redemption but having a genuine connection to his most beloved creation was enough to satisfy the scientist for now.

Meanwhile at the prison cafeteria, a few Skylanders struggled to keep a bunch of villains at bay. They all had to move there due to the lack of cells for the cursed Skylanders, so now they were all free and eager to escape.

Snap Shot was sitting on a bench with his arms crossed and smirked upon the sight of the excited villains while Bushwhack and Head Rush tried their best to restrain them. “You think they’ll manage?”

Wolfgang, who was sitting on top of the table next to the reptile, tilted his head slightly. “Hard to tell, maybe if they served tacos they could calm them down for a while.”

The two laughed and continued to joke around. Head Rush desperately scanned the room until she laid her eyes on the duo. She approached them, making their smiles fade more with each step. “Snap Shot, we need your help!”

Snap Shot gave her a baffled look and thought he wasn’t hearing correctly. “You need my help? For what?”

The Trap Master hated to admit it, and since Snap Shot was a prisoner this was a very unprofessional decision, but after thinking it through once more, this was really the only solution she could come up with on the spot. “You need to calm the villains down. You used to be our leader you have to do something now! Please!”

Wolfgang started to cackle immediately, but Snap Shot didn’t laugh, he didn’t even smile. He looked at Head Rush and then stared at the countless villains swarming through the cafeteria like headless flies. Wolfgang’s laughter ceased when he saw that the crocodile was actually thinking about it. What else was there to lose?

Snap Shot finally stood up and stepped into the crowd. He hopped onto a table and unleashed a high-pitched whistle. All the villains halted and stared at the blue reptile, who admittedly didn’t know what to say now. “Hey everyone!” Snap Shot didn’t sound very convincing, but after throwing the equally clueless Wolfgang a look, he had a moment to think of something. “So, I know that today is very exciting for all of us.”

“Who let the Ex-lander talk!?” A voice yelled before the crowd giggled.

Snap Shot ignored the comment and moved on. “I know you have no reason to listen to me-”

“Then why are you trying?” Another insult that lead to a wave of laughter.

“Because I know what you want.” Snap Shot silenced the crowd with a sharp response. “You want to get out, and now seems like the perfect time since half of the Skylanders are locked up and you’re here.” Snap Shot took a breath before continuing. Surprisingly, no one interrupted him this time. “But take it from the guy who locked each one of you up at least once, this is not your way out. The Skylanders will always find you, it may not be fair, but it is what it is. You’re all here for a reason and the fastest and easiest way for you to get out is if you stay patient and prove that you’re worthy of your freedom. And wouldn’t it feel so much better knowing that you’ve earned it? Finally being able to live without the constant fear of being imprisoned?”

The crowd was silent and even the Skylanders and Wolfgang were impressed by Snap Shot’s speech.

Before he went on however, Snap Shot cleared his throat and decided to finish. “So, what do you say, will you choose the path of reformation?”

There was a moment of looming silence. The villains blankly stared at the reptile and his eager eyes. In a split second everyone went back to running amok and forgot every word Snap Shot just said.

Wolfgang and Snap Shot made their way to the cafeteria entrance and rushed outside, locking the doors behind them. They looked at each other briefly before bursting into laughter.

“Ya really thought that would do anything?” Wolfgang grabbed his stomach as he spoke through his laughter.

“Nah, but it was worth a shot.” Snap Shot calmed down for a second before starting to cackle again.

Wolfgang opened his eyes and looked at the amused reptile just for his own laughter to cease. It wasn’t often that he saw him like this. Ever since they met, Snap Shot was either mad, frustrated or sad. But now the werewolf saw something he had never seen before. Happiness.

As Snap Shot’s laughter toned down as well and he looked at the mesmerized wolf, they both just stared into each other’s eyes. One pair of striking yellow eyes with the typical slit pupils and a pair of dark brown eyes with deep black pupils. Wolfgang suddenly moved his head forward and pressed his lips against Snap Shot’s. It was a brief, surprising kiss and the werewolf pulled away almost immediately.

The two stared at each other once more and Wolfgang was anticipating a reaction, but nothing happened. He became insecure and thought that he had made a mistake. “I- I shouldn’t have done that. You must hate me-”

Before the musician could say another word, Snap Shot pulled his head closer and returned a longer, more passionate kiss. Their lips parted after a few moments and they looked into each other’s eyes again. There was no tension, no insecurities, just a warm feeling which the two of them could feel throughout their entire bodies.

While Spyro and the other Skylanders headed off to look for Hex, Tidepool used the opportunity to look for Wild Storm instead. The Water Skylander followed the footsteps that he left behind while sprinting off in his beast form. All she wanted was to help him, yet she felt terrible. The Sensei disregarded his feelings and let her emotions get the better of her. She thought the knight was the one drifting away, but it was actually her all along.

Tidepool soon found the rogue Wild Storm on a small abandoned island. She noticed that he was struggling. Struggling for control, or perhaps to transform back? She didn’t know why his beast form was taking over, but she wanted to be by his side. “Wild Storm!”

The beast swung his large head around and stared at the Quickshot with his glowing white eyes on top of his mask. He then turned back around before starting to shake and flinch. Tidepool saw that he was slowly shrinking, but moments later he grew right back to the beast’s size.

“I know you’re in there! You don’t have to run away from me, we can do this together!” Tidepool looked for the right words to calm him down, but the beast only responded with an agonizing roar. “Please Wild Storm, I’ve lost you once, I can’t lose you again! Come back to me, please!” Tidepool’s eyes teared up as she moved closer to her friend step by step.

Wild Storm kept on flinching and fighting with himself, but the Sensei didn’t back off. She carefully reached out to him and was about to touch his back, when suddenly Wild Storm erupted in a tremendous roar. Tidepool fell back on her rear and watched as he slowly transformed back, falling face front to the ground.

“Wild Storm!” Tidepool rushed towards her companion and fell onto her knees before grabbing his arms. She turned him around to see that his eyes were closed. He was unconscious. She looked down and spotted a dart stuck inside his leg. She pulled it out and inspected it. There was a symbol inscribed into it, a symbol that caused Tidepool to gasp and drop the dart. She quickly turned her head, anxiously looking into every direction.

There was fear in the Skylander’s eyes as she was shaking the knight. “Wild Storm wake up! We have to go, please wake up!” Tidepool kept looking around herself in distress. Something wasn’t right. She continued to shake Wild Storm until he finally opened his eyes. “Thank the ancients! We have to go, now!”

Tidepool placed the Air Skylander’s arm around her shoulders and lifted him up. Wild Storm was quite big and thus heavy to carry, but he soon regained his senses and used his own feet to get back up. While Tidepool still had to assist him, he could walk on his own. The Water Skylander didn’t stop observing their surroundings, all the way until they’ve reached the Academy. Only once they entered the collection of buildings and towers she exhaled with relief and helped Wild Storm get to the hospital.

Once Wild Storm was taken care of, Tidepool exited his room and wandered through the hospital halls. She held the dart which the knight got shot with in her hand and kept staring at it while turning it with her fingers. She peeked through a window to look back at the vast area outside where the Air Skylander was mysteriously assaulted. A haunting feeling overcame the Sensei. She was frozen in place and just thought about that moment, that dart. Tidepool quickly shook it off and continued walking, she couldn’t concern herself with that now.

In another room, Whirlwind and Buckshot were standing next to a silver iron table. There was a white cloth covering a figure on top of it. The dragoness couldn’t hold back a tear from running down her cheek while the faun looked down in devastation. They knew what it was, but neither one could bring themselves to say it.

The quiet somber moment was disturbed by the sound of doors being slammed open and hasty footsteps. The Skylanders turned around to see Enigma, surprisingly without his hood, carrying a blood-soaked Knight Light in his arms. “Someone, please help!”

“Enigma!?” Whirlwind was perplexed by the sight of the Trap Master’s striking white hair and pale blue face. No one has seen him like that before. The dragon then directed her attention to the unconscious angel instead. “What happened?”

“I’m not sure. He probably fought his former Guardian companion and she took his wings.” Enigma was out of breath, he explained everything as quickly as possible so they could move on to saving Knight Light. The Magic Skylander placed his friend onto a hospital bed and blankly stared at his motionless body. “He’s lost so much blood, I don’t know if it’s too late.”

Buckshot pressed his fingers against the patient’s neck. “He has a pulse! We can still save him!” Whirlwind hurried to grab her medical instruments and potions and immediately called for backup.

Buckshot didn’t work at the hospital, he just followed Whirlwind to support her after the tragedy. Enigma observed as the hybrid and many helpers consisting of mabu, foxes and even Skylanders surrounding Knight Light. The sorcerer had to move a strand of hair out of his face and back into his loose backwards hairstyle. He then turned his head to see many more Skylanders laying in bed with injuries, and finally the table covered with the cloth. “What happened here? Did you stop Hex?”

“No, they are looking for her and Malefor as we speak. The corrupted Skylanders are all locked up. But…” Buckshot slightly turned his head to see the haunting cloth out of the corner of his eye. “We’ve had losses.”

Enigma set his white eyes on Knight Light again. Seeing him there all butchered and on the verge of life and death, it made the Trap Master feel terrible. He was the last Skylander to see him, he knew that Angelica had it out for him, yet he ran away. Not this time. He couldn’t run away this time. “I have to go.”

Enigma swiftly walked out of the hospital and left the Academy behind once again. He used the same air balloon as before to fly off. His fear of heights was always there, looming over him like a dark cloud, but his determination was stronger. Enigma wasn’t sure where he’s headed, but he knew what he was looking for and why. He would make it up to his friend.

Back when Hex first joined the Skylanders, it didn’t take her long to earn the role of the loner. She never talked to anyone unless it was necessary, she disappeared as soon as she returned from a mission and no one dared to get close to her due to her immense and terrifying powers. One day, Cynder decided to change that.

The dragoness knocked onto a dark wooden door inside the Academy. Back then, the Skylanders didn’t have their Elemental Realms to reside in yet. Nevertheless, Hex isolated herself by choosing a room which was located in the most abandoned corner of the Academy. Cynder did that too at first, but she moved closer to the center when she became more comfortable being around the Skylanders.

“Hex?” Cynder slowly moved her head through the door to see Hex with her back turned towards her. She was standing in front of a large black cauldron with a glowing green substance inside.

Cynder was about to leave, but the sound of the witch’s gloomy voice stopped her. “Come in.” Cynder did as she was told and closed the door behind her.

The room was simple. It had a dark stone floor and walls, just like the rest of the Academy. Hex put some furniture inside as well, all made of dark wood with gothic accents. As an undead, she didn’t really need any basic things that mortal beings did, such as a bed to sleep in or a table to eat at, but nevertheless those objects were there. Cynder stepped towards the sorceress and her cauldron in the middle of the room and peaked inside to see the color of the substance shift from toxic green to a warm orange.

“Why are you here?” Hex kept circling her hands above the cauldron to stir the liquid while speaking to Cynder without looking at her.

“I don’t mean to bother you, but I just want to… talk.” Cynder abruptly moved out of the way when a lid zoomed past her and landed on top of the cauldron.

“Talk about what?” Hex finally directed her sight to Cynder just to show her cold neutral expression. Not a hint of emotions in her eyes.

“About you.” Cynder gulped as Hex floated towards a chair next to the table. “You’ve been here for some time now and you’ve barely talked to anyone. I mean, you don’t have to, I get it really.” Cynder remembered how she also refused to communicate and bond with the Skylanders when she first arrived. “I just want you to know that we’re your friends and you have nothing to be afraid of.”

“I’m not afraid.” Hex stopped in front of the dark table and turned her head. “But you are. Everyone is.”

Cynder didn’t expect to hear that. “I’m not afraid of you, nor are the others! They’re just-”

“Suspicious because of the stories.” Hex finished the sentence. “Fear and hate, those are the only two things I’ve been met with for the last centuries. I didn’t expect it to be any different here.”

“But why?” Cynder was confused. “Eon trusts you and you’re doing good things, I’ve seen you on your missions. Why is everyone afraid of you?”

“I wish I knew.” Hex sighed as she pulled out a chair and lowered herself onto it.

Cynder thought for a moment. She heard the other Skylanders talk. Talk about the stories of Hex and how she joined the undead just for the sake of power. Yet she’s here, as a Skylander. Cynder just couldn’t see her being evil. “What about those stories everyone keeps talking about?” The dragon hesitated to continue, but after taking a breath she finally asked what’s been on her mind all along. “What about Malefor?”

Hex looked at Cynder, she saw the eagerness in her eyes. She didn’t just want to know the truth, she wanted to know about Malefor. “Do you want to hear my story?”

Cynder nodded and got closer before lying down in front of the witch.

“Ever since my transformation, rumors about me joining Malefor to gain more power spread like wildfire. The people of my village accused me of cursing them, making their crops decay and children fall ill. I can’t say for sure if it truly was due to my powers or an average plague, all I can say is that I didn’t do it on purpose. I was unfamiliar with my undead powers at that time.” Hex thought back to the day where her once closest friends who she considered family dragged her out of her house and attempted to burn her alive. “After I was cast out, I spent many years alone, mastering my newfound witchcraft. I could not reverse the transformation, so instead of fearing it, I controlled it. That only made everyone more afraid. They forgot who I used to be and only saw a frightening witch casting dark magic, they didn’t feel safe. Nevertheless, I remained loyal to my oath to protect the innocent people of Skylands, whether they like it or not.”

Cynder saw Hex in a completely different light. She was misunderstood and did everything she could to prove that she wasn’t evil. It reminded the dragoness so much of herself. “And what about Malefor?”

“Malefor was the reason for all this.” Hex looked down at her ashy blue hands and dark robes. “But not in the way everyone thinks. He found out about my great amount of power when I was still a mortal and tried to hunt me down. Many people were hurt and lost their lives because of that, until one day I’ve decided to put an end to it.” The sorceress remembered that day like it was yesterday. The day where everything changed. “I descended into the underworld and gathered all my strength to face him. We fought for hours, I lost the hope of making it out alive, but somehow I did.” Hex looked Cynder right into her anticipating eyes. “I defeated Malefor.”

“It was you.” Cynder exclaimed with awe in a whispering tone. She was the one who defeated her tormentor, she was the one who freed her from his influence. Hex helped Cynder become who she was today. “Then what happened?”

“Due to the raw undead magic of the underworld and Malefor I was changed. I became an undead myself and my powers got corrupted. When I returned, I told everyone that I’ve defeated Malefor just like I said I would, but they didn’t believe me. They thought I joined him because of my appearance and increased powers. That’s when it all came crashing down.” Hex arose from her chair just for Cynder to follow her. “And that’s the true story.”

“I can’t believe it.” Cynder was in shock. “All this time you’ve been accused of joining Malefor when you’ve actually freed me- everyone from him!” The Undead Skylander looked emptily through the room and got an idea. “We have to spread that story!”

“It’s no use.” Hex stopped the dragoness from running outside and fulfilling her idea. “I told many people this story, you are the first one to believe me. And besides, this has nothing to do with Malefor anymore. They believe I’m evil on my own accord.” Hex looked down to the ground. “I’ve learned to live with it. It doesn’t matter what they believe, all that matters is the truth.”

Cynder was disappointed, but also understanding. She knew best how hard it can be to convince others that you’ve changed, no matter how hard you try. She nodded and smiled and gave Hex one last look before leaving her room. “Thank you, Hex. For everything.”

This was the first time anyone’s thanked her in centuries. Hex couldn’t help but feel somewhat warm inside. A feeling she hasn’t felt in a long time and which she’s dearly missed. Perhaps she wasn’t completely alone after all. Perhaps there was still hope left.

After many hours of flight Spyro finally reached the underworld. The airship with the remaining Skylanders and the power sphere followed, but they couldn’t catch up to him. The dragon flapped his wings rapidly, almost manically. So many thoughts rushed through his head. He was sad, angry, disappointed, frustrated, but there was no time to waste on that. He couldn’t grief his friend, not yet. He had to find Hex and put an end to her and Malefor’s wicked scheme.

The Magic Skylander passed many places throughout the haunting realm. Some familiar, some not. All until he finally reached the one he was looking for – the Creepy Citadel.

Hex was still in the throne room of the citadel. Neither Malefor nor any Skylanders have arrived. She was all alone, thinking. Was this truly what she wanted? Would she be the Skyland’s greatest villain? Hex thought she was certain about her decisions, but she was beginning to doubt herself. During that quiet moment, there was a crashing sound above her, and the witch immediately looked upwards. Spyro flew through a newly created hole in the ceiling as he charged towards Hex with flames in his mouth.

The witch easily blocked the attack with her magic. Spyro soon landed on the cold ground and continued to furiously shoot fireballs. Hex already created a bone wall in front of her and cast a spell to deflect the projectiles. The purple dragon spread his wings and was about to rush towards the villain until a giant claw abruptly pinned him down from above.

Malefor arrived just in time to stop the Skylander from going after the sorceress any further. “My, my, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this angry.” He grinned as the small dragon squirmed and clenched his teeth trying to break free.

“Of course he is, his friends have been turned into mindless monsters.” Hex stayed calm as usual in the presence of others. She couldn’t reveal the thoughts and feelings going through her head. “And he’s here to take us down, isn’t he?”

Spyro grunted before finally giving up trying to break free from Malefor’s grasp and stayed put, still as furious as ever. “What do you want!? Haven’t you done enough damage already?”

“Nothing will ever compensate for all the suffering I had to endure!” Hex made her point clear. “There’s nothing you can do to stop me, and if you dare to try, I will repeat the curse once more until there’s none of you left.”

During the confrontation, Smolderdash, Sprocket and Roller Brawl quietly landed their ship at the very back of the citadel and carefully made their way to the heart of the building where the throne room was. Sprocket carried the power sphere which could absorb Hex’ powers. This was their only chance.

“What will you do now, huh!?” Spyro’s eyes were filled with rage, they lit up like flames. “Are you the new Undead Queen? Will you turn the Skylands into a barren wasteland? Tell me!”

Hearing the Skylander refer to the witch as the Undead Queen didn’t sit right with Malefor, but he held himself back. Hex clenched her fist as she floated towards the dragons. “I will make sure that you suffer like I did for all those centuries. I always had to take things as they came, I had no choice. Now neither do you.”

“Was it your choice for Cynder to die!?” Spyro couldn’t hold his tears anymore and shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice breaking in the process followed by a stuttering breath.

Hex’ eyes widened. Spyro’s devastated look was enough for her to know that he was telling the truth. “What?” For the first time she was caught completely off guard. This was not part of the plan. “She can’t be dead, that’s-” The witch suddenly stopped. There was only one reason why that could’ve happened, and Hex moved her head up to look into its spiteful eyes. “You…”

Malefor returned a blank stare followed by a sick smile. “Guilty.”

Hex began to move backwards. She thought she had everything under control, but this wasn’t supposed to happen. “I told you to not kill any of them! You were supposed to scare them, nothing more! And out of all you chose Cynder-”

“Did you actually believe I would listen to you?” As the dragon was talking to the distraught witch, the trio of Skylanders that carried the power sphere have reached the throne room and hid behind the crumbling dark walls. “You may be more powerful than me, but even you cannot stop me this time!”

Sprocket held the sphere tightly in her hands and carefully peeked through a hole in the wall, followed by Smolderdash and Roller Brawl. They were told to use the weapon when Hex is distracted, so they were ready to strike at any moment.

“You never had any control over me, Hex!” The dark sorceress’ sight went from Malefor’s triumphant visage to the ground. She didn’t know what to do. “In fact, I have been controlling you the entire time! You were too blinded by vengeance and hatred to realize. This is what I was striving for all along, for you to break and turn against everyone until eventually your rage wears off and I finish what you started. You were only the means to an end, you always have been.”

Tears were streaming down Spyro’s face as he was still trapped under the giant dragon’s steel claw in a fury of anger and sadness. He then noticed that his companions were present and visible behind the wall. Malefor’s eyes spotted them too and the three quickly ducked down, but he already saw them. Instead of attacking however, he continued to speak down on Hex. “And I’m sure you all wonder how Hex got through the shield at the Academy. The Skylanders did remove her page from the book, but that didn’t matter. It’s because deep down she still believes she’s a Skylander. She wants to believe. No matter how wicked or cruel she may be, at the end of the day all she wants is to be a hero.” The Undead King kept his eyes on Hex, and it seemed like he was able to see right into her soul.

The witch moved her head back up with a death stare. She glared at Malefor as he was teasingly smiling to her face. In his silver armor plates, Hex saw the reflection of Sprocket who slowly approached her from behind. The sorceress turned around and reached for the Tech Skylander to grab the sphere she was holding with her magic. Sprocket fell with shock as Hex’ dark magic engulfed the device in mid-air. Roller Brawl and Smolderdash revealed themselves too and huddled around the engineer, watching their last chance at victory hover in front of their eyes.

“Destroy it Hex! This is their last shot!” Malefor lost his attitude upon seeing the sphere. He knew exactly what it would do to Hex, and even worse to him, if the Skylanders get to use it.

“Go ahead, Hex. You’ve won.” Spyro spoke words no one ever hoped to hear. “You did it, you’ve defeated the Skylanders. There’s nothing standing in the way of your revenge now.” He has never sounded this defeated, he just embraced his fate.

Hex only focused on the sphere. The Skylanders’ terrified expressions and Spyro’s hopeless look surrounded her while Malefor’s sinister eyes were looming over her. She had to decide. The witch then proceeded to raise her other arm and suddenly unleash a powerful beam of magic at the device.

Malefor’s first eager smile curved into a frown when he realized what was happening. “No!”

Spyro, Sprocket, Smolderdash and Roller Brawl observed the bright beam which enlightened everything around Hex alongside a mighty gust of wind.

Hex remained steady and kept emitting more and more undead magic towards the power sphere. She wasn’t destroying it, she was using it.

Malefor raised his claw and freed Spyro from his grip. The smaller dragon stayed in place and just watched in awe while the wind blew the tears out of his eyes. “Stop it, you foolish witch! You will destroy us both!” The dragon attempted to get closer, but the force of Hex’ powers was so strong that he couldn’t move an inch.

While she kept on feeding the device with her magic, the witch slowly turned her head and looked Malefor dead in the eye one last time before turning back towards the sphere.

Malefor eyes widened in horror before he looked behind himself. His long sharp tail suddenly started to deteriorate and turn into dust which was immediately blown away by the wind. “No!” The dragon screamed in agony as more and more of his body decomposed and he soon fell to the ground after losing his legs to hold himself up. The Undead King roared horrendously as his entire body, up to the final tip of his horn, turned to dust and the dragon ceased out of existence.

The undead magic exiting Hex with ghastly and frightening sounds began to change her as well. Her dress shifted from the raven black colors to a pale blue and the horns of her headdress turned into black strands of hair. She blinked and instead of the white glowing eyes she had blue irises surrounded by a minty green skin. Finally, all the magic has left Hex’ body and was stored inside the sphere. The metallic orb fell down with a clang as it was radiating undead energy. Hex slowly sank to the ground as well before falling onto her knees. She was back in her mortal state. No powers. No curse. “It’s over.”

While the Skylanders stared at the witch and were paralyzed, a sparkling purple flame engulfed the villain before making her disappear into thin air. Spyro was in his awakened form and used his teleportation ability to send her right to Cloudcracker Prison, just like the Doom Raiders the first time. His transformation didn’t last long and with a bright light he changed back, huffing and breathing heavily. “It is.”

The Skylanders cautiously approached the sphere which was already shifting into a darker shade due to the immense undead powers it absorbed. Sprocket used her energy glove to create a containment capsule around it. “This should keep it safe.” The engineer grabbed it before looking at her allies with relief.

Spyro inhaled. Malefor was gone, Hex was defeated, and her powers were concealed. It was over. One more time the leader thought about the phrase he read in the Book of Destiny. Now he realized that it was never complete, there was always a part missing. “An alliance destined to destroy itself.”

At Cloudcracker Prison, all the imprisoned Skylanders who have been affected by Hex’ magic started to transform back. One after the other lost the lifeless black eyes and came back to their senses, confused as to why they were behind bars. The Skylanders on guard happily released them and the entire facility was filled with relieved hugs and worried chatter.

The villains that were currently in the cafeteria willingly returned to their cells after seeing the dozens of Skylanders surrounding them. Snap Shot and Wolfgang, who have found a private place to spend time together, kissed each other goodbye and returned to their cells as well.

All the other people throughout Skylands that Hex cursed were freed as well. Many awoke with glee and joy to see their families and friends again, others were faced with the gruesome sight of a loved one killed at their hands. No matter how good or bad it ended, everyone was glad that it was finally over.

When Spyro, Sprocket, Smolderdash and Roller Brawl returned, they were greeted with mixed reactions. Some cheered because of their victory over Hex, yet the ones who weren’t cursed remained quiet. The word spread fast and Stealth Elf heard what happened before they arrived. When Spyro stepped off the airship, the elf pulled her mask down and embraced her friend. She whispered words only the two of them could hear which made the leader break down in tears again.

The rest of the day was spent mourning the loss of a beloved Skylander. Someone who was struggling to become the best version of herself her entire life and when she finally did and gained the courage to stand up to her fears, she was taken from them. She believed that there was more than meets the eye, because she knew from experience that there always was. The Skylanders grieved their fallen ally and friend Cynder.

A shrine to honor the dragoness was put up in the center of the Academy. Every Skylander and anyone who could come to the Academy at the time was there. Silence loomed over the heroes like a curse. No one said a word, everyone barely moved. They all took their time to remember Cynder and what change she truly made in the Skylands. After a while, one Skylander after the other left, paying their last respects before returning home to rest. Eventually everyone was gone except for Spyro. He sat right in front of the shrine for the entire day. Hours passed, the dragon didn’t move. He kept gazing at the portrait of his deceased friend and the dark flowers surrounding it.

Cynder has always been more than a friend to him, they had a connection. As much as he despised him, Spyro remembered Malefor’s words about how the three of them were connected. Now he knew that it was true. Spyro was the only dragon left and he felt that something was missing. This driving force that always empowered and motivated him to become better, to treat others better and to give second chances. None of that would have been there without Cynder. She was taken too soon, Spyro was certain of that, but nevertheless the time she had she used to its fullest. When she was once this insecure and sometimes cruel companion who he had countless arguments with and each one seemed to drive her further away, she finally managed to become something extraordinary. She grew beyond herself, jumped over her own shadow and confronted her demons. Cynder was more than a Skylander, she was an inspiration.

On the next day, the first thing Spyro did was to visit Eon’s office. He shared his report about the recent mission and they discussed the fate of Hex and the Skylands after the effects of her curse. A knock on the door interrupted the conversation before Sprocket slowly entered.

“I’m really sorry to disturb, but there’s something I have to show you.” The technician wore a black sweater accompanied by equally dark pants. She never dressed herself in many dark things, even back when her mother forced her to wear certain clothes, but in memoriam of Cynder she was willing to wear the funeral attire for a while. “I know we all have a lot on our minds right now… and we need some time to process everything.” The Tech Skylander felt terribly uncomfortable bringing this up during this time of grief, but she felt like she had to inform the leaders of the Skylanders as soon as possible. “When I confronted the Golden Queen and destroyed the palace she hid in, I found something very peculiar.”

Eon and Spyro stared at the engineer patiently as she pulled out the containment capsule holding the glowing brown orb which she found in the debris of Golden Queen’s palace. “This orb was the only thing that survived the collapse. It was right in the middle of the ruins and some rocks orbited it. I’m not sure if it’s what I think it is, but-”

“The Earth Orb! You found it!” Eon exclaimed with awe and relief before grabbing the relict. “We have been looking for it for years but never managed to find it. We thought we lost it forever!”

Eon already showed Spyro the Light Orb which was in his possession and he told him about all the Elemental Orbs which were scattered across the Skylands. It wasn’t their main priority, but the spirit advised that they should keep an eye out for them. “What does that mean? Is it like a new Eternal Earth Source?” The dragon was riddled.

“Not exactly. The orbs are not as powerful as the sources, but if all of them were to be found and brought together, it could create a new Core of Light!” Eon finally recognized a spark of hope during these dark times.

Sprocket was hearing about this for the first time and she was getting quite overwhelmed by the number of new things she’s learned in the last few days. “That’s great! Then why aren’t we looking for the other ones?”

“It’s not that simple. Those orbs have been lost centuries ago. We now have the Light and Earth Orbs, but the remaining ones could be at the farthest corners of the Skylands. It could take years to retrieve them all.” Eon was always a motivator and tried encouraging the Skylanders to go beyond their limits, but after all those years he found this quest to be hopeless.

“Well, if we were able to find the Eternal Sources, then we can also find the orbs!” Spyro looked at Sprocket who nodded in agreement. “I promise you master, we will find the remaining orbs and create a new core, one which will keep all enemies at bay!”

Eon chuckled. Even during this time Spyro managed to keep his hopes up and follow his heart. “I’m sure you will, but you deserve to take a break first.” The dragon’s smile faded as he was reminded of the current situation. “I know how hard this is for you, please don’t overstrain yourself.”

Sprocket put her hand onto the Magic Skylander’s shoulder as a sign of comfort and partnership. Spyro took a deep breath and let it out again. The sorcerer was right, as usual. “Thank you, Eon.”

The spirit nodded as the two Skylanders left his office and went on with their day. He then looked down to the Earth Orb in his hand and formed a fist to make it vanish. He put it somewhere safe, somewhere not a soul could find it.

As Spyro was about to return to his room, Stealth Elf suddenly appeared in front of him in distress. “Spyro, I hate to tell you this right now but something bad happened!”

Spyro didn’t believe it could get any worse than it already was, but he was proven wrong once more. They rushed to a secured room inside the Academy where many Skylanders gathered around and looked down in horror. After Spyro managed to get through the crowd, he understood what it was all about. “Oh no.”

There was a single broken jar on the ground. It didn’t seem that terrible at first sight, but considering the room they were in and what was inside that jar, no one could hide their concern. “Kaos is free.” Everyone just stood there in shock and without a clue what to do now. Just when they solved one problem, another one was already arising.

The free villain and his henchman Glumshanks were able to escape during the chaos of Hex’ attack. One of the corrupted Skylanders knocked the jar they were in down and while they were still shrunk, the two sneaked out and left the Academy. Over time they grew back to their regular sizes and made it to Kaos’ fortress.

“Ah, home sweet home!” Kaos exclaimed, followed by an echo that sounded through the large entrance hall inside of his residence. “Now that we’re finally free again, we can begin plotting our ultimate plan to take over the Skylands!”

“You mean like the last twenty ultimate plans to take over the Skylands?” Glumshanks has lost hope years ago, and there was no reason to gain any now.

“It will be better this time!” Kaos was determined. “The Doom Raiders are out of the way and that witch has weakened them! This time we will do exactly what she did and take the Skylanders out one after the other!”

Glumshanks watched as the small tyrant went on about his plan when he noticed a mysterious purple glow at the back of the hall. He stared at it with surprise and saw a cloud of smoke appear as well. “Um, master…”

“Don’t interrupt me, Glumshanks! You should have already written everything I just told you down!” Kaos kept facing the troll and was completely unaware the ominous occurrence.

Glumshanks pointed his trembling finger at the light which now spawned a slim figure inside the smoke. “You should really see this.”

With an irritated expression, Kaos turned around only to gasp in shock upon the sight at the end of the hall. As soon as the smoke faded, they saw a large shattered mirror on the ground as a dark heel stepped onto one of the shards. Kaos’ and Glumshank’s heads slowly went up to see Kaos’ mother Kaossandra standing on top of the mirror she’s been trapped in for years, surrounded by purple lights and smoke.

The woman smiled sinisterly as she looked down on her son and his henchman. “Hello darling, did you miss me?”

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Films and shows to get you ready for Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman

Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman is getting adapted into a series by Netflix. Though this is a DC comics property, The Sandman is NOT like Batman, Superman, or Wonder Woman. The Sandman is a gorgeous and surreal fantasy that only partially takes place in the human world. A big part of it takes place in the fantasy realm known as The Dreaming.

There is very little combat action though there is horror. To give you an idea of what you are in for (Or if you are a Sandman fan already and want something to hold you off) here are twenty-five films and shows that share some of the traits (or atmosphere) you might find in Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman.

25. The Raven (1963 film). This might seem like an oddball one to list since it’s a Gothic Horror fantasy comedy from the 1960s but it gets referenced in The Sandman by Matthew imitating Peter Lorre and later Matthew compared Cain to Vincent Price. I think it’s safe to say Matthew was a Price (or Roger Coman) fan.

24. Death. Death is a short animated film from DC and was featured as bonus content for the Blu Ray of the animated movie Wonder Woman: Bloodlines.

Though she looks younger (appearing about nineteen-years-old) Death is the older sister of Morpheus AKA Dream of The Endless, the main protagonist of The Sandman. She was first introduced in The Sandman issue 8, The Sound of Her Wings.

23. Stardust.

Stardust is a fantasy film based on the novel (and graphic novel) by Neil Gaiman. Though there are liberties taken, this should give you some idea of what his fantasy writing is like.

22. Beetlejuice the animated series.

If you want an idea of what The Dreaming (realm of Dreams) is like then I urge you to check out the surreal Neither (that’s not a typo) World from the Beetlejuice animated series. The monsters that inhabit this realm are the stuff of fantasy and nightmares. Some are living puns. And they are ruled over by a broody Goth who makes it rain when he’s depressed and feeling melodramatic, much like a certain Dream Lord from Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman...

21. Bonus listing: The Nightmare on Elm Street franchise.

One major antagonist of Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman is a nightmare entity known as The Corinthian who escapes into the waking world and becomes a serial killer. Had Sandman been adapted in the mid-90s I think many would have loved a crossover with Freddy Krueger.

20. Return to Oz.

If by some weird chance you have never seen The Wizard of Oz or any faithful (read: Not 2010) version of Alice in Wonderland I would recommend those first. But under the assumption you may have already seen those I would suggest watching Return to Oz. Return to Oz features an adorable Jack-o-lantern headed character called Jack Pumpkinhead. Jack Pumpkinhead was the loose inspiration for the grounds keeper dream entity character of Mervyn Pumpkinhead in Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman.

19. Tales from the Crypt (TV series).

Issue 2 of The Sandman is called Imperfect Hosts because all of the characters introduced in that issue are former horror host characters from horror anthology comics. Cain and Abel were DC’s answer to The Crypt keeper and The Vault Keeper. For a good idea of who Cain actually is (assuming he’s in the show along with his House of Mystery) I strongly recommend checking out the TV show Tales from the Crypt.

18. Tales from the Cryptkeeper (animated series)

In the mid-1990s there was an animated series adaptation of Tales from the Crypt called Tales from the Cryptkeeper. Season 2 featured the three original EC comics horror hosts of the Cryptkeeper, Vault Keeper, and the Old Witch. These storytellers might give you an idea of who (or what) some of Morpheus’ Nightmare minion are in The Sandman.

17. Hocus Pcous.

I chose to put this one here because the three witches of Hocus Pocus very much remind me of the Hecatae version of The Three-in-one from The Sandman Issue 2. There’s also a powerful Grimoire that is a plot catalyst.

16. The 10th Kingdom.

The 10th Kingdom was a fantasy mini-series that aired on NBC in 2000. It dealt with a twenty-seven-year-old young woman who discovers that her estranged mother is the evil queen in a faery tale world. It is very much a story about stories (much like parts of The Sandman) and shows you the original dark and unvarnished versions of some classic faery tales as well as how those characters (and their descendants) carry on centuries later.

15. Once Upon a Time (TV series. Particularly seasons 1 through 3.)

Much like with 10th Kingdom we have here a story about stories and those characters from classic stories trying to live in the human world with varying degrees of success. You see how important their stories are and how carefully and intricately each tale was interwoven with each other. (...Until around season 4 that is...)

Also it begins with a very powerful creature imprisoned and later undergoing an extremely long redemption arc and a sense of guilt tied to the death of his own son.

14. Constantine: City of Demons.

John Constantine appears in one issue of Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman. Issue 3. Constantine: City of Demons gives a good crash course on who Constantine is and where he comes from. John Constantine’s ancestor, Johanna Constantine is a recurring character in The Sandman.

13. Justice League: Dark animated movie.

Justice League: Dark is the first animated movie to feature The House of Mystery. The House of Mystery is a building whose roots are in The Dreaming in The Sandman.

12. Constantine (2014 series).

In 2014 Constantine got his own live action series but it only lasted for one season.

11. Locke and Key.

Only recently did I learn Locke and Key will be doing an official crossover with The Sandman Universe.

10. Lucifer TV series.

The TV show Lucifer is an oddball thing since it was based on a comic that is actually a spin-off of The Sandman. The storyline that introduces us to Mazikeen, where Lucifer quits ruling Hell, opens Lux, and takes up playing Piano all come from Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman.

When Fox got the rights to Lucifer no one thought The Sandman was going to be getting an adaptation, at least not in the near future. As a result several conversations and key pieces of dialogue that originally passed between Morpheus and Lucifer in The Sandman comics now went to Lucifer and his therapist, Linda, and his angel-brother, Amenadiel.

Bonus: If at all possible check out the Crisis on infinite Earths event from the CW as the real Crisis on Infinite Earths (original comic event) eventually gave way to things like The Sandman.

9. The Witches (1990) and Coraline (2009) I couldn’t decide which one to put here so I put them both.

The Witches is a children’s horror film based on the book by Roald Dahl. I suggest this here for its darker themes and you get a group of dangerous, child-killing witches attending a meeting at a hotel, much like The Corinthian’s Serial Killer convention in The Sandman.

Coraline is a stop motion fantasy / horror story for children and can give you some idea of what certain aspects of The Sandman are like, as it is by the same author.

8. Pan’s Labyrinth.

The Sandman is very much part fantasy and part Gothic horror and no director alive quite fits that criteria now better than Guillermo del Toro and possibly Tim Burton. Pan’s Labyrinth has the surreal beauty and darkness you are likely to see in The Sandman.

7. Doom Patrol.

Doom Patrol was the first DC show that made me have faith that yes, they CAN adapt Sandman respectfully and unafraid of the strangeness it might entail. Doom Patrol seemed unafraid to tackle the strange, quirkiness of it’s own content. From a talking roach, to gender-queer sentient street named Danny, Doom Patrol was not afraid to be strange.

6. Swam Thing (2019 TV series from DC Universe Streaming Service).

I mostly suggest this for one character in particular. Matthew Cable. After Matthew died in The Sandman comics he chose to spend his afterlife as Morpheus’ raven.

Besides featuring a character from The Sandman Swamp Thing gives a very good Gothic atmosphere and supernatural content, giving you an idea of the sort of horror DC can do.

6. Justice League Action: Trick or Threat. And Justice League action: Supernatural adventures in Babysitting.

The episode of Justice League Action called Trick or Threat features Cain, a nightmare character from Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman, as well as The House of Mystery. This was Cain’s first appearance in media. The version of Cain in the TV show Lucifer is nothing like his comic book counterpart. This cartoon is the first and only faithful adaptation of the character from the comics.

The episode of Justice League Action called Supernatural Adventures in Babysitting features the Magdalene Grimoire. This is the grimoire used to summon Morpheus in Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman. It also features John Constantine.

5. She-Creature: The Mermaid Chronicles (2001 film)

This is an odd from about some humans have a captured mermaid. The majority of the film is about her escape and revenge on her captors. You will see something similar to that with Morpheus in the very first episode of Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman.

4. The Company of Wolves.

The Company of Wolves is a story about stories. In the ontemporary world a pubescent girl sleeps during her first period. She dreams that she is Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother tells her horrific stories about werewolves. The wolves become metaphors For puberty, masculinity, and waking sexuality. Toward the end Rosealeen (the protagonist) becomes one of the wolves. You get random stark reminders that this entire film is set in a dream world, and yet it’s still strangely easy to forget.

3. The Nightmare before Christmas.

The Nightmare before Christmas is a fantasy musical about the king of Halloween. Though he’s adored by his subjects he longs for more. The surreal landscape and strange creatures can be reminiscent of The Sandman.

2. Labyrinth.

One of the earliest efforts to talk me into reading The Sandman entailed someone telling me that Morpheus was “Like a Goth Jareth.” This effort (at the time) failed to entice me though I do love Labyrinth.

1. Over The Garden Wall.

I only saw Over the Garden Wall for the first time about a year and a half ago and loved it very much. This is a strange animated mini-series about two brothers lost in a forest called “The Unknown.” The setting has been debated among fans as to if it’s purgatory (a place between life and death), a dream realm, or something else entirely. I choose to believe that though it may be a place between life and Death that it’s also a part of The Dreaming, especially with so many surreal and Gothic visuals, and characters and creatures directly out of vintage seasonal cards.

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Rebel Angels Fic Series Announcement, Cover reveals, and Teasers!

Rebel Angels is a fic series based around the three angels of Supernatural that mean the world to me. Castiel, Lucifer, and Gabriel. The backstories and storylines of these three angels break my heart.

Castiel thought he was following his father's orders only to find out he wasn’t and that his “father” didn’t care. So he rebelled. Chose two humans over his heavenly home. He made the right choice in my book.

Lucifer, this one breaks my heart most. He was the angel of light and he loved his father more than anything. Was suppose to be his father’s favorite. But what father, not only corrupts his son with a mark to lock away his sister, but once he refuses to love something more than his father he’s forced out, and his father makes the sibling Lucifer loved most do it. Than Chuck makes him thank maybe they could start over only to abandon him AGAIN! Then he has a chance to be a father himself and I am convinced without a doubt Chuck wouldn’t let that happen because Lucifer would have been a better father than Chuck. You could see the love for Jack he had in his eyes the minute he laid eyes on him. Hell, the minute he heard his son’s name. That should have been his redemption point.

Gabriel, all he wanted was for his big brothers to stop fighting. It was too much for him to bare so he left which made him a rebel angel in his own way. Then when he tricked Lucifer into thinking he killed him, he was betrayed by those damn gods and sold to a prince of hell. He did die a hero, but he should’ve had to die at all.

AUTHOR NOTE: OK so this series is AU in a few ways, but nothing too big. Castiel isn’t in that deal with the shadow.

Chuck isn’t a monster (other than his bad parenting stuff).

Jack, Lucifer, and Gabriel are alive.

I think that’s about it. Also, this story series is still in the writing stage.

WARNINGS: This series will deal with some trigger warnings. Mentions about sexual, physical, and emotional abuse mainly. Some violence. Insecurity issues.

THE STORIES

There are three books in this fic series. Each angel mentioned above has their own fic. I will post the title of the fic, the cover, and all the teasers I have for each fic.

Fic #1: Her Blue Eyed Angel

SUMMARY: Castiel goes on a coffee run for his brothers. What happens when he hears the desperate prayers of a girl there. When he answers this prayer for help little did he know it would change things in an amazing way for him.

TEASERS:

"Is something wrong?" Castiel asked.

"Castiel I," she started trying to fight the panic attack she felt building up.

"Yes?" Castiel asked.

"Castiel I love you," she finally blurted out. Castiel just stood there for a minute. He wasn't sure what to say. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything," she turned to leave, but Castiel gently grabbed her hand.

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The boys and Cas Met at a diner after a ghost hunt. "Dean where is Lya?" Cas asked.

"She's back at the hotel," Sam answered.

"Was she not hungry?" He asked confused.

"Cas, don't freak out," Dean said, "but she kinda got hurt,".

"What do you mean she got hurt, Dean?". Cas asked worried and a bit angry.

"She sprained her ankle," he said. As he turned to Cas he was already gone. "What's his problem?".

"Dean, can't you tell?" Sam asked as Dean gave him a confused look, "he's in love with her,". Cas appeared in her room and spotted Lya on her bed. She was asleep. He saw her foot. It was turning dark purple. He could see her shivering from pain and being cold. He gently touched her foot and soon it was normal color again and her shivering died down as the pain went away. He covered her up and just stared at her for a moment. He had answered this beautiful human's prayers and had somehow fallen for her. He brushed a strain of her dark brown hair from her face. He leaned down and gently kissed her cheek. He smiled when he saw a soft smile appear on her face.

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Castiel sat in the bunker map room with Sam and Dean. "You ok Cas?" Dean asked.

"I'm confused Dean," he admitted.

"About Lya?" Sam asked.

"Yes," Cas said looking down at the floor, "she makes feel things I have never felt. Not even when I was human,".

"Talk it out Cas," Dean said.

"I can't stop thinking of her. I smile whenever she's in the room. I find myself checking on her through the night while she sleeps. When she talks I can't stop listening. It's like her green eyes enchant me. When she compliments me my cheeks start to flush," he rambled on.

"Cas can angels fall in love?" Sam asked.

"I suppose if two angels matched, but I've never heard of any angel couples," he explained.

"Ok, but can they fall in love with humans?" He asked.

"There have been stories of it happening," Castiel said, "why do you ask?".

"Thank about it Cas," Dean said. Castiel gave him a confused look before it dawned on him. He was in love with a beautiful green-eyed human.

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"I love this song," she said as she turned the radio up a bit, "It's a good slow dance song,".

"I don't know how to dance," Castiel admitted. She smiled and held out her hand.

"I can show you," she said.

"Oh um that's ok," Castiel said feeling somehow nervous, but she gently grabbed his hand.

"Please Castiel?" She asked. Her green eyes seem to sparkle. Castiel noticed that happened when she was happy and he found himself wanting to make sure she was happy as much as possible. He nodded and stood up.

"What do I do?" He asked.

"Just put your arms around my waist," she said as she helped him, "and I'll put my arms around your neck and we just move to the music,". Castiel was a bit off rhythm at first, but soon he got the hang of it. Before too long her head was resting on his shoulder as they danced. Castiel smiled and hoped the song didn't end for a while.

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Castiel sat in the empty hospital waiting room. Dean walked in and sat beside him. "Cas, what are you doing?" He asked.

"I can't Dean," he said, "I can't trust myself around her anymore,".

"Cas, it was an accident," Dean said, "you didn't mean to hurt her,".

"But I did Dean," the angel said looking up at his brother with tears in his eyes, "I didn't aim right and I hit her. I'm the reason she's in here,".

"Cas, back there against those demons yes you hit her with your powers accidentally, but you not seeing her now is hurting her more," Dean explained, "when you refused to come in her room and walked away she teared up,".

"I don't wanna hurt her again Dean," Castiel said wiping the tears from his eyes, "I love her,"

"I know Cas and she loves you too that's why she forgave you the minute it happened," Dean said, "go see her Cas,".

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"I trust you with my life Castiel," she said, "I hope you trust me too,".

"I do trust you Lya," he said standing up, "there's one way an angel shows trust," she heard loud thunder and saw bright flashes of light for a moment. When her eyes adjusted she gasped. Castiel had shown her his wings. They were sheer and black.

"They're beautiful," she said, " would it be ok to touch one?". Castiel nodded as his wings went from sheer to solid. She softly and very carefully placed her hand on one of the feathers. It was soft and fluffy. She noticed Castiel smile and blush a bit. "Is this bothering you?" She asked not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable.

"It's fine," he said, "Our wings are sensitive and when touched it can make us feel like a human would if kissed or touched in a loving way,". She smiled and hugged him. She soon felt his soft wings wrap around her.

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Cas was hanging around the bunker Library. It's usually what he did when everyone else was asleep. He was reading a book about vampire hunting when he heard Lya scream. He popped into her room to find her sitting on her bed hugging her legs to herself. She was crying. “Lya, what's wrong?” he asked sitting beside her. She instantly hugged him. He tensed at first, but relaxed and hugged her back. He held her until she calmed down.

“Are you ok?” he asked. She finally calmed down enough and broke the hug.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “it was just a really bad nightmare,”.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Cas asked. He hadn’t known her very long, but he felt an urge to protect her.

“I’m fine Castiel,” she said, “sorry I worried you,”.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said, “Try to sleep again. I’ll sit with you until you have fallen asleep,”. She nodded and laid back down. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt calmer and more relaxed around the angel that had actually answered her prayer. She couldn’t explain it, but just looking into his piercing blue eyes comforted her. Castiel sat beside her until he knew she was fast asleep. He knew a way to make sure she could sleep peacefully. He gently pressed his lips to her forehead. Her face glew golden for a moment.

“Sleep well Lya,”. Castiel spent the rest of the night reading his book outside her bedroom door just in case she woke up again.

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Lya sat snuggled up on Castiel’s lap in a big comfy chair. She was wrapped in a soft fuzzy cover. They were reading a book together. Castiel noticed her staring at him. “Why are you staring at me?” he asked.

“Sorry,” she said, “I was just wondering about you,”.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Your past, stuff like that,” she said, “but I won’t be nosy,”.

“If you want to know, I’ll tell you but,” he said suddenly breaking eye contact with her and looking away.

“What is it Castiel?” she asked as she ran her hand through his soft, black hair. The feeling made him feel a little calmer.

“I have done things and been things I’m not proud of,” Castiel said looking at her, “I’m afraid some of it will make you fear me or hate me,”.

“No judgment I swear,” she said. So Castiel told her everything from when he first met the boys he now considers his family up to when he met his son Jack.

“That’s everything,” he said looking down, “do you hate me?”. She gently cupped his cheek in her hand and made him look at her. She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss.

“No I don't hate you Castiel,” she smiled, “you’ve had a hard road, but its made you the amazing angel you were meant to be and I love him very much,”.

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“Come on Cas,” Dean called from the other side of the bathroom door, “let's see how you look,”. Castiel walked out and instead of his usual suit and trench coat he was wearing a nice pair of black pants, a white collar shirt with a dark blue and gold striped tie, and a black jacket. Dean nodded, “not bad, but here,” he said rolling the sleeves of the jacket and shirt up a bit.

“I don't look, silly Dean?” The nervous angel asked.

“No, she’ll love it,”. Dean assured him. Castiel had finally gotten the nerve up to ask Lya out after learning she had feelings for him.

“I hope so,” Castiel said, “I want her to be happy on our date,”.

“Really like her don’t you?” Sam asked. Castiel nodded.

“I love her Sam,” Castiel said.

“Well, all you need now is some cologne,” Dean said walking into the bathroom. He came back out with a small blue bottle. He sprayed the angel with it twice.

“Why do I need to wear cologne?” Castiel asked confused.

“Well, to smell nice on your date and when she smells it from now on she’ll think of you,” he explained.

“So is this the date?” Sam asked. Castiel looked confused again.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Are you gonna ask Lya to be your girlfriend?” Sam asked.

“Yes,” Castiel said, “I hope she says yes,”.

“Well go get her tiger,” Dean said.

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Cas walked Lya back to her room when they got back to the bunker from their date. “Castiel,” she said grabbing his hand, “Tonight was amazing. I haven’t felt this special ever,”.

“You are very special Lya,” he said. He gently put his hand on the side of her neck and softly pushed her against her bedroom door. She smiled as he softly placed his lips on her’s. She ran her hand through his hair as she deepened the kiss. When he pulled away she gave him a hug. She opened her door, but before she walked in Castiel grabbed her gently by her waist and gave her another soft kiss as she giggled.

“Goodnight, my handsome, blue-eyed angel,” she said.

“Good night my beautiful green-eyed girl,” he said back and she smiled at the big smile and small blush on his cheeks he tried to hide by looking away as she closed the door.

“Well,” Dean said standing in the hall, “good date I take it?”.

“It was an amazing date,” he said.

“Well come into the library and tell us about it,” Sam said.

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Lya studied herself in the mirror. Butterflies were swarming in her stomach. Castiel had asked her on a date. She had to bite her tongue to keep herself from leaping up and screaming yes. She was wearing a long dress that stopped just above her feet. It was black with white flowers on it. It had a slit that ended right above her thigh and she wore black heels. Her dark brown hair flowed past her shoulders in thick curled locks. She was applying some clear vanilla lipgloss as there was a knock on the door. “Be right there!” she called. She sprayed on a few squirts of rose scented body spray and looked herself over one more time. Hoping she would impress the angel that stole her heart.

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Lya just sat there holding back tears as Castiel just glared from across the room. “So you’re not speaking to me now?” she asked.

“It was a very foolish thing you did Lya,” Castiel said, “you could have been hurt,”.

“I didn’t have a choice,” she stated.

“You should have stayed here,” Castiel raised his voice a little, “where it's safe,”.

“I thought they hurt you Castiel!,” she argued back, “I couldn’t just sit here and hope you’d be ok!” tears threatened to fall from her eyes as she looked away. Upon seeing her tears Castiel’s mood softened a little. He walked to her and took her hands helping her stand up and embraced her in a hug.

“My apologies Lya,” he said, “I didn’t mean to be harsh. I was scared of you getting hurt,”.

“I was scared of you being hurt to Castiel,” she sniffed. He pulled her away far enough to wipe the tears from her eyes and gave her a soft kiss. “I love you,” she said looking up at him.

“I love you too,” he said as he just held her for a while and ran his hand through her hair.

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“Hey guys,” Lya said walking into the library, “would you guys mind if I made Thanksgiving dinner?”.

“Really?” Sam asked.

“That's a lot of work Lya, plus the cleanup,” Dean said, “I don’t know,”.

“Not even if I made my secret chocolate apple pie?” she said and Dean looked up at her.

“Chocolate apple pie?” he asked. She nodded.

“My own recipe,” she said.

“Hell I’m game,” Dean said, “sure,” Lya smiled and headed off to the kitchen to make a grocery list.

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They arrived at the hotel in the town the boys were hunting a vampire in. Lya got her room and hurried there. As she was looking through her bag she heard the familiar flap of wings and then a strong pair of arms wrap around her. She smiled.

“Hello Lya,” Castiel greeted kissing her cheek.

“Hi handsome,” she said turning around and giving him a soft kiss.

“How are you?” he asked.

“I’m good,” she said, “I was thinking of going to the pool if you wanna join,”

“I don’t know how to swim,” he answered.

“Ok, how about the jacuzzi then?” she suggested. He made that adorable face he always made when he didn’t understand something.

“What's that?” he asked.

“It's like a small pool that heats up,” she explained, “can be really relaxing,”.

“Ok, but I don’t have a swimsuit,” Castiel said.

“Maybe Sam or Dean can lend you a pair of swim trunks,” she said. He nodded and zapped off to go ask as she grabbed her bathing suit and went to change. When she got to the Jacuzzi Castiel fluttered in. He was wearing a black pair of swimming trunks. Lya wasn’t sure if it was bad to check out an angel, but she couldn’t help but notice Castiel’s body. He was gorgeous.

Castiel stood there frightened. He didn’t wanna stare at Lya and make her feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't help but admire her. She looked very alluring in the white two-piece swimming suit she had on. She climbed into the jacuzzi and sighed relaxing at the warmth. Castiel climbed in too and sit beside her. She scooted a little closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. “Perfect way to relax,” she said closing her eyes. Castiel smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“I agree,” he said.

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Cas was headed to the bunker map room when he passed Lya’s room. He heard her talking to someone. “Erica, I’m fine,” she said, “these guys are actually pretty cool,”.

“Wow, are they hot?” he heard a voice say over the phone. He knew eavesdropping was wrong, but he couldn’t help but listen.

She giggled, “Well Dean seems like your type now and Sam was my type in high school. And Castiel,” she stopped.

“Castiel?” she asked.

“Erica, he’s perfect,” she said. This took the angel by surprise.

“Really?” her friend asked.

“He’s sweet, caring,” she continued, “so adorable. You could say he’s a truly angelic guy,”. Castiel could feel his cheeks get warmer with each compliment and couldn’t help, but smile.

“Is someone smitten?” her friend teased.

Lya sighed,”I am, but there’s no way he could be interested in me. I couldn’t get that lucky,”. This confused Castiel. Why would this beautiful woman think he couldn’t be interested in her?

“Have you told him how you feel?” Erica asked.

“No, I mean why embarrass myself,” she said, “but Erica trust me if I thought I had a chance. He saved me and I fell for him, but I don’t think he feels the same way,”. Castiel did feel the same way, he just didn’t know how to tell her.

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Lya had convinced Castiel to come to one of her favorite places. The local animal shelter. “Why are all these dogs locked in cages?” Castiel asked confused.

“It’s to protect them I guess,” she said, “sometimes they’re hurt, or sick, or don’t get along with other dogs,”. He noticed her face fall as she reached the last cage.

“What's the matter Lya?” he asked. In the cage was a female dog with long black fur.

“This is Lassie,” Lya said, “she’s a Scottish terrier,”.

“Why are you sad Lya?” He asked.

“She’s sick,” Lya said, “they don’t know what's wrong with her. She barely eats or drinks and she barely moves around,”. Castiel noticed a tear slide down her cheek. “They may have to put her down,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he pulled her into a hug, “is she your dog?”

“No, but I have been coming to see her for the past few months,” she said, “I wanted her, but it wasn’t allowed,”. He noticed the sadness deepen on her face. He hated seeing her so sad. “I’m gonna go to the restroom then maybe you can join me for lunch?”.

“I would like that,” Castiel said as she hurried off. Castiel looked at the dog and knew what he had to do.

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Lya was in the kitchen cooking away. It was two days before Thanksgiving and she was working on getting all the sweets done first. She was gathering the ingredients together for homemade banana pudding when Castiel walked in the room. “Hello Lya,” he greeted, “you’ve been busy”.

“Yeah, I’ve always loved to cook and bake,” she said.

“I don’t really know how to cook,” the angel said.

“Not even when you were human?” she asked. He shook his head. “I can teach you,” she offered.

“You don’t have to go through the trouble,” he said.

“Please, you could help me cook some stuff,” she pointed out, “we’ll start with something easy,” she said, “would you like to stir the pudding mix for me?”.

“How do I do that?” he asked with a small little smile.

“Just take this mixer,” she handed him the electric one, “stick it in the mix and press the button on the top,”. He nodded as she went to work on something else. As soon he turned the mixer on pudding mix went everywhere. Castiel turned it off and looked down at the ground like a child would if they did something wrong.

“I didn’t mean too,” the angel said sounding sad, “I’m sorry,”.

“Castiel, it's ok, accidents happen,” she said walking over to him. She giggled as she grabbed a dish towel and wiped the pudding from his face.

“Maybe I shouldn’t help,” he said. She smiled and kissed him softly.

“It’s ok, I’ll remake the mix again and this time you can stir with a wooden spoon,” she said, “it’ll be easier,”.

“You’re not upset?” he asked. She smiled and hugged him.

“No my handsome blue-eyed angel,” she said, “I’m not upset,”. He smiled and agreed to help again. She mixed another batch of pudding and handed him the spoon to stir it with. She hugged him from behind resting her head on his shoulder and watched. He smiled the whole time he stirred.

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Castiel stood just outside Lya’s hospital room door. After his talk with Dean, he felt bad for how he acted. Especially since he hurt the feelings of the girl he loved. He walked in but didn’t look up at first. When he did finally glance at her he saw the sadness in her eyes and looked back down in shame. He walked over and pulled a chair to the side of her bed and sit there for a bit. He could feel her eyes on him. He grabbed her hand in both his and gently ran his thumbs up and down the back of her hand. “Lya, I am so sorry,” he started, “I am so sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I hurt you physically back with the demons. I swear I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry for earlier when I walked away. I didn’t mean to hurt you emotionally either. The thought of me being the reason your hurt at all terrifies me,” he admitted.

“Castiel, look at me,” she said. He slowly did. The sadness and fear she saw in his dark, ocean blue eyes broke her heart, “I’m not mad, I was hurt when you walked away, but I understand. Castiel, I know you didn’t mean and would never mean to hurt me,”, Castiel moved from the chair to sitting next to Lya on the hospital bed.

“Do you forgive me?” the angel asked. The sadness in his voice further broke her heart.

She sat up and pulled him toward her giving him a soft kiss.

“Of course I do my handsome blue-eyed angel,” she said. He smiled and leaned in to give her a longer, soft kiss.

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Lya sat in the Library of the bunker. It was nice and quiet in the room as she lost herself in her latest sketch. She had been working on it since she started realizing her feelings for a certain blue-eyed angel. She knew she was falling for him, but she knew she wasn’t worthy of the love of an actual angel. It sucked if she was honest. Having to act like everything was normal even though all she wanted was to tell him she loved him. Hug him, kiss him, but she couldn’t.

So she was stuck to drawing the handsome blue-eyed angel as she daydreamed about being the girl lucky enough to be loved by the sweetest angel to ever be created.

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Lya and Castiel were sitting at the bunker while boys were out getting food. Lya was bored.

“Are you ok Lya?” Castiel asked.

“I’m just bored,” she said, “hmm hey Castiel, do you wanna play a game?”.

“What game?” he asked.

“I have a deck of cards,” she said, “maybe something like crazy eight?”. He made that adorable confused face.

“How can the number eight be crazy?” he asked. She giggled.

“It’s just the name of the game,” she said, “wanna play? I can show you how,”. He nodded. She grabbed the deck of cards from her room and they headed to one of the tables in the library. “Ok see how I threw an eight card down?” he nodded.

“Since I did that that means I can change the suit,” she said, “so I’m gonna change it to spades,”.

“What if I don’t have any spades?” he asked.

“Then you draw cards from the deck until you find one or you get an eight card,” she explained. Castiel drew about four cards before he drew a five of spades and threw it on the discard pile. The game went on like that for a while until Castiel threw down a seven of spades. “Ok, now you threw down the seven of spades right?” she asked and he nodded. “Ok now say I wanna change the suit, but I don’t have an eight,” she started, “but if I have a seven of any other suit I can change it,” she said throwing down a seven of hearts.

Once Castiel got the hang of it he got pretty good at the game beating Lya several times.

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Castiel and Dean lurked around the jewelry store. Castiel refused to settle for just any ring. He was determined to pick out the best one. The right one. “I gotta say, man,” Dean said, “I’m surprised you’re doing this?”.

“Why?” Castiel asked.

“I guess I never gave any thought to an angel settling down,” he said.

“Years ago when I first came to earth,” Castiel started, “I wouldn’t have ever thought of it either. I was trained as an angel of the lord. A warrior. Feelings are things that I’ve come to learn angels can only discover if they’re on earth for a while. Thanks to experiences and my meeting with you and the others I’ve come to call family I’ve adapted to many emotions. Love the strongest, but the love I feel for you and Sam and Jack and the other hunters and members of our family is very different from the love I feel for Lya,”.

“I get it,” Dean said, “you not only love her you fell in love with her,”. The angel nodded.

“We’re happy for you,” Dean said, “we all already think of Lya as family,”.

“Thank you, Dean,” Castiel said just as he spotted the perfect ring. It was sterling silver and had a heart-shaped sapphire gem that was framed in small diamonds.

“That's it,” he said, “that's her ring,”.

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Castiel snapped his fingers and “Thank God I Found You” by Mariah Carey started to play from nowhere. He knew it was her favorite song. She put her hands on his shoulders and he placed his on her hips and they started to slow dance. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special,” she said with a big smile on her face.

“Out of all the girls on earth Lya, you are the one most special to me,” he said.

“And out of all the angels in existence Castiel you are the only one special to me,” she said. He smiled and leaned in and gave her a small, soft kiss. He twirled her around and when she came back her back was to him and he wrapped his arms around her. She rested against him and he rested his head against her neck. A small gasp escaping her lips as he brushed his lips against her neck and shoulder. They stayed like that for while swaying to the music.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight Lya,” Castiel said.

“Castiel, as long as I’m with you,” she stated, “any date is enjoyable,”. When the chorus of the song came up she sang it to him as she looked into his eyes.

“Thank god I found you

I was lost without you

my every wish and every dream somehow became reality

when you brought the sunlight

completed my whole life

I’m overwhelmed with gratitude

cause baby I’m so thankful I found you,”

“You sing beautifully Lya,” he complimented her with a big smile and a light blush on his cheeks.

“Castiel,” she said, “I love you,”

“I love you too Lya,” he said as she leaned over and gave him a sweet and passionate kiss as they continued to dance.

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After they got back to Lya’s room after they relaxed in the jacuzzi. Lya was sitting on her bed still drying herself off. Castiel set beside her. They were still in their swimwear.

“Did you enjoy the Jacuzzi?” she asked.

“It was warm,” Castiel said, “but I enjoyed it because I was with you,”. Lya smiled and hugged him. Castiel hugged her back, but she could since he was a little uncomfortable.

“Castiel, can I talk to you about something?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said.

“Do angels,” she started trying to think of the best way to word her question, “sleep together?”.

“You mean have sex?” he asked trying to understand better. She nodded.

“We don’t have the desire too,” he explained, “but angels can if they want I guess,”.

“I know when you were human you had sex,” she said, “but would you be ok if you fell in love with someone who didn’t have the desire for sex?”.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“My whole life while other girls in their teens were fooling around I never really felt the need too,” she explained, “and my ex, the one you saved me from really didn’t take no for answer,”.

“He forced you into having sex?” Castiel asked. She swore his sapphire eyes got darker for a minute.

“Yeah,” she answered, “if I did say no it just got worse,”.

“Lya, do you fear me when I touch you?” he asked. She saw a flash of sadness in his eyes.

“Castiel, of course not,” she said cupping his cheek in her hand, “you are nothing like that. With you Castiel I feel safe, happy, protected. Like I can be myself. Like its ok to be affectionate and it not have it lead to something sexual,”.

“I would never make you feel any other way,” Castiel said pulling her into a hug, “I’m perfectly happy with the love we share,”. Lya smiled.

“Me too, but I’ll still take a pizza man kiss every now and then though,” she giggled as he gave her a small smirk and one of those kisses the pizza man taught him.

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Lya stood in the front of the mirror in the room she and Castiel shared. She was studying the dress she had on. It was long ending just above her feet. The top of it was solid black, but the bottom was black with pinkish-red flowers on it. She wore a pair of black wedges. She had just put her hair up in a fancy bun. It was the fifth time she had changed today. She did that a lot when she nervous.

“Lya, you look beautiful,” Castiel said walking over and putting his arms around her. She leaned against her angel.

“I just wanna make a good first impression,” she said, “I want her to like me,”.

“She’ll come to love you,” he said, “just like I do,”. She smiled and kissed his nose.

“I must say,” she said, “you look really good in that suit,”. Castiel was dressed in a dark gray suit with a white dress shirt and a blue and white striped tie, “One little fix though,”. She turned around and fixed his tie.

“I always make sure to have a tie on when I see her,” he said. Lya smiled.

“Well I happen to agree,” she said, “I think you’re adorable in a tie,”. He smiled and she noticed the little blush on his cheeks. She giggled and kissed his cheek. “Well better get back to everyone before Dean tries to sneak any pie,” she said as they headed back to the kitchen.

Dean slowly peaked into the kitchen and didn’t see anyone. His eyes instantly locked onto the chocolate apple pie cooling on the counter top. He figured he’d just steal a small bite and no one would notice. Just as he was about to dig in Lya and Castiel walked in. “Dean Winchester, don’t touch the pie!,” Lya ordered.

“Damn it,” Dean said as Sam walked in with a chuckle followed by Donna and Bobby.

“Our first two guests have arrived,” Sam said. Dean hugged them and Castiel nodded to them.

“Donna, Bobby,” he started, “I’d like you to meet my girlfriend Lya,”.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” she said shaking their hands. Donna looked at everything Lya had made for the Thanksgiving dinner.

“You’ve been hard at work haven’tcha?” she said.

“Yes, but all three boys helped at times,” she said.

“Do you still need help with anything else?” Donna asked.

“I do need to get the table set up,” Lya said.

“Me and Bobby will help,” Donna said. Boby gave her a look but didn’t argue as they all grabbed plates and silverware and headed into the dining room. Dean looked over at Castiel.

“She still nervous?” Dean asked.

“Yes, but I think it’ll be ok,” Castiel said, “I think they’ll get along,”. Just as they finished setting the table as the rest of the guests showed up.

“They’re here guys!” Sam called. Castiel noticed a look of worry on her face. He hugged her.

“It’ll be fine,” he assured her. She smiled and kissed his cheek. He grabbed her hand as they headed into the next room to greet everyone.

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Lya sat on the couch in the bunker's living room. She was as far into the corner of the couch as she could get and kept her eyes on her lap as the three boys talked. “Is she ok?” Sam asked.

“She’s scared,” Castiel said, “she was abused in many ways by her husband,”.

“I say we visit the son of a bitch and give him a taste of his own medicine,” Dean suggested.

“That's unwise,” Castiel said, “from what she told me the man is trying to kill her,”.

“So we gotta gain her trust so she’ll tell us the whole story,” Sam said.

“She seems more relaxed toward me,” Castiel said, “I’ll tell her the truth,”.

“The truth?” Dean asked.

“About me, you, everything,” Castiel said, “it’ll help the process of her trusting us,”.

“Your move,” Dean said as Castiel walked over to Lya and gently sat down beside her.

“Lya,” he called and she jumped a little, “We need to tell you something so you’ll trust us,”.

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Castiel sat in the coffee shop and enjoyed a small cup of coffee as he waited for the boy's orders. Just as he finished his coffee he started to hear a voice. He knew instantly it was a prayer. He concentrated on it.

"Please, if anyone can hear me please help me. Please don't let him find me,". Cas looked around and spotted a young woman in a far back corner booth. She was alone and Castiel could feel her emotions straight away. Sadness, fear, and hopelessness. As he walked over to her he noticed she was crying and she had a black eye. She looked up and as soon as he looked into her green eyes he knew he had to help her.

Fic #2: Change of Heart

SUMMARY: Lya Stone had been on her own since she was fifteen when she ran away from her physically, emotionally, and sexually abusive father. She was now twenty-five and worked at a small coffee cafe and lived in a rundown old house. It was warded of course. She wasn’t dumb to the supernatural world out there. She was determined to always be alone. Not even willing to fall in love. Who needs the pain?

But things get shaken up when a certain archangel who pretty much thinks the same way she does falls into her life. Will they keep their distance or will they both have a change of heart?

TEASERS:

Lucifer looked at her as she was looking out the window. The feelings stirring inside him scared him a bit though he’d never admit it. He knew he was falling for her. Falling for a human. He walked over to her and sit beside her. She looked at him, but not with fear even though she knew who he was. He’d never admit this either, but it was nice not to see fear in their eyes or hate when someone looked at him.

She gave him a small, warm smile. He scooted closer to her and leaned in gently pulling her to him. She could feel him shaking. She could see a bit of worry in his crystal blue eyes as his lips touched hers. Picking up on the fact that he was worried about scaring her or hurting her she gently touched his arm with her hand as she ran the other one softly through his shaggy blonde hair and kissed back. As she closed her eyes his shaking stopped.

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“Back there when you helped me with those demons,” Lucifer said, “when you said you understood me, what did you mean?”. She took a big breathe and looked up at him. He spotted a glossiness to her eyes.

“You were right, still are,” she started, “humans suck. Some of us can be worse monsters than anything else out there,”.

“What do you mean?” Lucifer asked. He didn’t know how and he didn’t know why, but he could sense a pain so strong from her, it was affecting him. She looked away, but not before he noticed a tear escape down her cheek.

“Growing up, I wasn’t a child to my parents,” she started, “I was property. If they weren’t beating me, they were pimping me out to anyone who would pay enough for their drug habits of course that was only when my father wasn’t using me for his own sick pleasures,” more tears were falling now. Lucifer found himself pacing around the floor, behind the couch she sat on, “I lived in that human hell for fifteen years, before I got a chance to escape, but the trauma still lingers,”.

“And your parents never looked for you?” he asked.

“No, mother died a few months after I left,” she said wiping some tears away with the sleave of the hoody she was wearing, “and last I heard daddy dearest was running his own prostitute ring,”. She excused herself to the bathroom. Lucifer stared out the window. A wave of anger raging in him he hadn’t ever felt before. His eyes went from crystal blue to burning red in seconds. The only thought on his mind was paying her father a visit.

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Lucifer woke up on a bed in a room he didn’t recognize at first until he remembered the night before. A girl had saved him from some angels who tried to kill him. They had managed to drain his grace before she got to him. That's when he noticed a small bottle on the floor next to him glowing full with grace. He picked it up, opened it up, and drank it in.

He walked into the next room and saw the girl who had helped him sitting on a couch reading a book. She looked up when he entered the room. “I left your grace in there for you,” she said.

“You might not have done that if you knew who I was,” he cooed.

“I know exactly who you are,” she said closing the book, “Lucifer,”.

“Why aren’t you freaking out or cowering?” he asked amused.

“Let me ask you something,” she started, “I get who you are and all, but don’t you ever get tired of someone looking at you and feeling the urge to run. Especially when you have no intention of even giving them any attention at all?”

“What's your name?” he asked.

“Delilah,” she sighed, “sadly enough,”.

“How long have we been here?” he asked, “don’t want those angels finding me again,”.

“Don’t worry, this place is warded,” she said, “I’ve met a few hunters in my life,”.

“Were you hunting me?” he asked even more amused and a bit cautious now. She laughed.

“I’m not the smartest person on earth,” she said, “but I’m not stupid,”. He stared at her for a moment taking in her look. She was pale skinned. She had long black hair that was streaked red and green and she had hazel eyes. A bit of shock hit him as he found himself thinking she was kind of attractive.

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Sam knocked on the door of the room Delilah had locked herself in. “Can we come in?” he asked.

“Just leave me alone,” she called back. He could hear the sadness in her voice.

“Please, we just wanna talk,” he said. She didn’t answer. Sam slowly turned the knob and found it wasn’t locked this time. He opened the door and when they entered the room she was just sitting on the bed looking at her phone.

“What?” she asked not even looking them in their eyes.

“We thought you might be hungry,” Sam said, “we brought you some lunch,” he said placing the plate with a sub and chips on it on the end table. She still said nothing. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Look we saved you ok?,” he said, “so how about you drop the pouty act,” She looked at them this time and both brothers were surprised to see the anger in her eyes.

“You think you saved me?!” she said, “saved me from what?!”.

“Lucifer is a monster ok?!” Dean argued back, “hell he killed an innocent guy while you were shacked up together,”. She started laughing, but they could since it was laced with anger.

“That innocent guy,” she said as she made finger quotes, “was a fucking monster!. He was my father who not only physically and sexually abused me, but many other girls too!. Lucifer killed him to free me from looking over my shoulder the rest of my life and in doing so also saved many other girls and to be honest that's the very moment I fell for him!” she said then tears filled her eyes, “but now you have him locked away in a cell and you won’t even let me see him,”. She turned her back toward them as the tears finally broke free.

“He must have really brainwashed you,” Dean said.

“Brainwashed me?” she asked sounding insulted.

“Or tortured you,” Dean said. She stomped toward him and slapped him hard across the face.

“He never once harmed me!” she stated, “he protected me!,”

“I don’t believe that,” Dean said.

“You think I’m lying? Have your angel buddy check,” she said as Cas fluttered in. He walked over to her and placed his two fingers on her forehead. The brothers waited until he was done.

“Well?” Dean asked.

“She’s telling the truth,” Castiel said, “Lucifer has never harmed her and he won't ever harm her,”.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“When an archangel bonds with someone it’s unbreakable true love and compassion,” Castiel explained, “in fact, Lucifer would be at his calmest only around her,”.

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“Hello Lucifer,” Castiel appeared in front of the cell they had stuck him in. Sam had made sure no one but, he and his brothers dealt with the cells in hell.

“Leave me alone Castiel,” the archangel demanded displaying his glowing red eyes, “I don’t want any visitors,”. Castiel snapped his finger.

“I hope that doesn’t include me,” he heard someone say from behind him. He turned to look and there stood Delilah. He hurried to her and hugged her tight. She could feel him shaking.

“It’s ok Lucifer,” she said running her hand through his wild, blonde hair, “it’s ok, it’s me,”. He soon calmed down and his eyes went back to crystal blue as he pulled away to look at her. He gave her a long, soft kiss.

“I’ve..missed you,” he said resting his head against her’s. She smiled and caressed his cheek.

“I’ve missed you too,” she said.

“How are you here?” he asked.

“I convinced them to let me come see you,” she said, “I wasn’t taking no for an answer,”.

“I’ve convinced the boys to let you stay for a few hours,” Castiel said, “I’ll be back to get you later Delilah,”. With that, the angel fluttered off. Lucifer pulled her into another hug. She softly ran her hands up and down his back before running one through his hair again.

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She was sitting on the kitchen counter the next morning eating a bowl of cocoa puffs. Lucifer was standing next to her watching her as she put another spoonful in her mouth. “You know,” he said with a smirk, “I’ve never really tried cereal before,” before she could finish the bite he kissed her hard and passionately. She giggled kissing back, tugging her hands through his hair. When they broke the kiss he rested his forehead on her’s.

“Well?” she asked.

“Not bad,” he said, “you know some people would say you are crazy to be with me,”.

“Hmm,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “If being crazy means being with you then I hope I’m never sane,”.

“You have a thing for bad guys?” he asked.

“Not bad guys,” she said taking another bite of her cereal, “rebels,”. He smirked again as he gave her yet another hard passionate kiss.

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She had been hiding behind a big crate. She had heard some commotion while walking to the parking garage to get her car and decided to check it out. She peeked over the crate and gasped to herself. There were two angels standing around someone they had trapped in a holy fire ring. She couldn’t see who it was, but he was trying hard to talk his way out of the danger he was in.

“Enough Lucifer,” one of them said as she slid an archangel blade from her sleeve, “no stalling is gonna help you,”.

“Look, you took my grace,” she heard him say, but sounded like he was struggling to talk, “let's just call it a night and we all go our separate ways,”. She peaked back over the crate and had to hold in another gasp. The archangel looked badly beaten. One eye looked so swollen it was closed shut. She couldn’t explain it, but the want to help him overtook her. Good thing she had a few hunter friends who had taught her how to deal with angels. She knew she couldn’t take both of them so she needed a distraction.

She saw a big rock and picked it up. With all the force she could summon she threw it across the street and it broke loudly through a window which caught the attention of both angels.

“Go check that out,” the female angel ordered, “ in fact check the whole block,” the male angel nodded and flapped off. She stayed hidden until she knew he was gone. She grabbed the angel blade from her bag and slowly walked toward the angel who luckily had her back toward her laughing Lucifer.

“You better take it in now serpent,” she hissed, “it’s finally your last night of life,”. Lucifer rolled to his side trying to stand up. He had noticed the human girl while the angel kept talking. She pressed her finger to her lips telling him not to say anything.

“You know,” he said, “All I did was show I could think for myself,”.

“And look where that got you,” the angel said, “locked up like the animal you are,”. The angel froze when she felt the blade in her black.

“Put the fire out,” she ordered, “now,”.

“Don’t be foolish,” the angel said, “he has to be killed,”.

“Do it or I stab you,” she said. The angel waved her hand and the fire ring vanished.

“You realize you’re trying to save a monster,” the angel said.

“yeah well from stories I’ve heard angels aren’t so innocent either,”. A bright light burst from the angel as the girl shoved the knife in her back. She wiped the blade off and threw it back in her bag when she noticed a small, glowing bottle roll out of the angel’s coat pocket. She grabbed it and put in her bag and hurried over to the hurt archangel. He was on his side and barely awake.

“Hey, come on,” she said helping him up. He looked at her.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“I’ll introduce myself later,” she said, “let's get you out of here,”. She helped him get some balance and hurried to her car.

“Why are you helping me?” he asked.

“Because believe it or not some of us understand you,” she said,” and agree with you,”

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“No one ever asks about my side of the story,” Lucifer said slamming the bible he found shut and tossing it across the room, “no one even tries to listen,”. She sat on the bed beside him Indian style and gently laid her hand on his leg.

“I’m listening,” she said. He looked over at her. She noticed the anger in his blue eyes, but she also saw the hurt he tried to hide.

“What?” he asked.

“There are two sides to every story,” she said, “everyone knows your father’s side, but your side deserves to be heard too, so I’m listening. Tell me your side,”. So he did. Told her everything from when he and his brothers helped lock Amara away to when his father locked him away. He even told her about the battle with his brother and everything after. He looked up at her after he was done and was surprised to see tears in her eyes.

“That's everything,” he said. She could see he was shaking. She scooted over to him and very gently and slowly so he wouldn't think she was up to anything wrapped him in a hug. He didn’t hug back, but she didn’t care. She softly ran her hand through his hair.

“Lucifer,” she said, “I know it means nothing probably, but I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve what happened all because you didn’t love something else more than you’re father,”. She soon noticed his shaking calmed and was a bit surprised when she finally felt him hug back.

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She sat on the old couch in the rundown house she hid away in with her legs stretched out. Lucifer was sitting by her side right against her. Not hard enough to hurt her. It was more of a protection thing. He was shaking so bad he was bouncing his legs up and down. She was in a bit of shock too. She was walking to her car from work when she was jumped by some guy who kept bugging her for weeks. If it wasn’t for the archangel hearing her pleas she would have been sexually assaulted. She was deep in thought when she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her. Lucifer held her tight to him and she hugged back and softly played with his hair. It had become the usual way to soothe him and she didn’t complain. Whenever she hugged him she always got a whiff of fancy cologne and hickory smoke. She had come to love the smell and she wasn’t ashamed to admit she felt safe in the arms of the rebel archangel. There was honestly no other place she’d rather be.

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She laid on the bed in the bunker room she woke up in. Tears stained down her cheeks as she swiped through her phone. Fresh tears fell as she came across pictures she had taken with Lucifer. One was kinda blurry as she was trying to teach Lucifer how to take pictures on a cell phone. That memory made her smile a little. The next one Lucifer took of them together. They were snuggled up and he kissed her cheek as he snapped the picture. The next one she took, but Lucifer had snapped and made a pair of fake devil horns appear on their heads and they made silly faces for the picture. The next one made her heartache.

It was one she took where Lucifer was behind her with his arms wrapped around her and his head rested on her shoulder. She kissed the top of his head as she snapped the picture. She turned the phone off and tossed it to the side. She grabbed the brown jacket lucifer was always wearing. It was cold in the old house that night and he had let her wear it since archangels don’t get cold. She hugged the jacket to her chest. A faint scent of cologne and hickory smoke hit her nose causing more tears to fall.

It felt lonely not being around the archangel. Like part of her was missing. That's when she heard wings flutter.

“Are you ok?” Castiel asked, “I could sense your sadness,”.

“Then you know I’m not ok,” she said looking up at him with tear filled eyes.

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Lucifer and Deliah sat on the makeshift wooden seat of the cell. She had been in there with him for about two hours. They just talked. Being near him again made her feel whole. Lucifer was holding her hand and softly rubbing his thumb over the back of it. She smiled. “If you wanna leave now you can,” the archangel said, “I know it's boring just sitting here,”.

“No,” she said, “I’m with you and that's enough for me,”. She smiled as he pulled her onto his lap. She giggled and kissed his cheek. “When I get you out of here we should definitely go away for a while,” she said.

“Close your eyes,” he told her. She looked confused but complied. She felt him touch her forehead before things went silent. She opened her eyes and she wasn’t in the cell anymore. She was standing on a flat sparkling rock in the middle of a decent sized pond, with a small waterfall. There were beautiful trees and flowers everywhere. “Wow,” she said as she felt Lucifer’s arms wrap around her.

“I thought you’d like it,” he said.

“How are we here?” she asked.

“Archangel magic is very strong,” he explained, “Our physical bodies are still in the cell. This is kinda like a very lucid dream,”.

“So you created all of this?” she asked.

“I got the idea from all the nature magazines you have,” he said, “I could gather you love waterfalls,”. She smiled. “Now, since we’ll be swimming,” he said as he snapped his fingers and she was suddenly dressed in a black two-piece swimsuit that decently covered her and Lucifer was wearing a pair of black swim trunks.

“Swimwear suits you,” she complimented.

“Please, I look good in anything,” he said and she giggled.

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Delilah and Lucifer were just sitting around the old rundown house. It was a rather cold summer night and she started to shiver a little. Lucifer chuckled a little and took off the brown jacket he had been wearing and draped it over her shoulders. “Wear it,” he said, “to warm up?”.

“What about you?” she asked. His smile grew as he leaned down and gave her a slow kiss.

“Archangels don't get cold,” he said, “I just happen to look good in a jacket,”. She giggled.

“I agree,” she said giving him a kiss back. She sat and read as Lucifer enjoyed a glass of scotch. She was startled when she a heard a thud and looked over to see Lucifer on the floor. She ran over to him. “What's wrong?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he said as she helped him up, “the room is spinning,”. She noticed he was unbalanced a bit and his speech was a little slurred. He went to walk and almost fell luckily though barely Delilah was able to catch him.

“Ok ok,” she said, “let's get you over to the couch,” just as she got him on the couch the front door burst open. Three guys walked in. Two dressed in flannel and one with an old trench coat. Lucifer wobbly stood up and pushed Delilah behind him.

“Leave her alone,” the archangel tried to warn.

“We’re not the ones holding her hostage,” the boy in the dark blue flannel said. Delilah looked at him confused.

“No one is holding me, hostage,” she told them.

“Lucifer, make it easy on yourself,” the guy in the trench coat said, “and just come with us,”. Just as Lucifer raised his hand to snap a purple glow locked his hands behind him as a red-headed woman walked in. The taller of the boys grabbed Lucifer’s arm and started heading outside. Delilah tried to run after them, but the shorter one stopped her.

“Hey you’re ok now,” he told her.

“What are you talking about? I was never not ok,” she said, “where are you taking him?”.

“He can’t hurt you anymore,” the guy said.

“He never hurt me,” she said running to the front door. They were forcing Lucifer into an old black Impala. “Please let him go,” she said as she headed for the car, but the taller one stopped her.

“Hey it's ok, he can’t control you anymore,” he said. She rolled her eyes.

“Let me go,” she tried to push past him, but he held her tight from behind. That's when her eyes caught Lucifer’s from the window of the car. There were tears in his eyes as they stared at each other. Then she heard his voice in her head.

“I love you,” tears filled her eyes. The red-headed lady and the shorter guy got in the car and started to drive.

“No please let him go!” she said struggling to break free from the taller guy, “Lucifer!” she called out. All the Archangel could do was watch as they got further away. She continued to call for him and struggle against the tall guy until the guy in the trench seemed to appear in front of her in a flash. He touched her forehead and things went dark.

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Delilah was sitting in the library of the bunker. She tried to take solace in reading to escape the heartbreak she was feeling, but it did little to help. Usually when she was reading Lucifer would be standing behind the couch his head resting on her shoulder reading with her, or playfully annoying her by asking her questions about the book when she tried to read. Her favorite was when he would snatch the book away so she’d pay attention to him. A sad smile crossed her face.

“There’s my beautiful book worm,” she heard a familiar voice say. She looked and shot up.

“Lucifer?” she asked. At first, she thought her mind was playing tricks on her.

“It’s me,” he said, “but I don’t know who zapped me here,”. She ran to him and pulled him tight to her as she gave him a deep, longing kiss. She didn’t wanna let him go for fear he would fade away or vanish. She relaxed a little when he hugged her just as tight. When they broke the kiss she rested against him with her head on his shoulder. She didn’t notice at first, but she had tears in her eyes.

“So you have no idea how you got out?” she asked.

“We do,” Dean said walking into the room. Following behind him was a scrawny, scruffy looking man. She noticed he had the same piercing blue eyes both Lucifer and Castiel had. She noticed a hard expression on Lucifer’s face.

“Delilah,” Dean said, “This is chuck, or you may know him as God,”.

“Hello Delilah,” he said and looked at Lucifer, “Son,”.

“Don’t call me that,” Lucifer forced through clenched teeth.

“You’re angry with me,” Chuck said, “I understand,”.

“Angry?!” the archangel spat, “I hate you!”.

“You don’t mean that,” Chuck said.

“Yes I do!” the archangel yelled, “I thought we were getting somewhere! I finally started to forgive you and then you leave me alone again!” Delilah started to notice his eyes glowing red. She gently touched his hand. He looked at her and his anger started to fade and he just walked away.

“He’s a little dramatic,” Chuck said, “always has been,”.

“Dramatic?” she asked feeling somehow insulted, “how is he dramatic? Because you locked him away for millions of years? Expected him to love something you created more then he loved you. Thinking it wouldn’t hurt him that you picked some creature you created over another you considered your own child? That’s not dramatic. That's pain, and that's hurt, and that's heartbreak. Especially since he was right Chuck. Humans suck,”.

“How can you say that about your own kind?” he asked.

“How can I say that?” Delilah asked, “don’t you dare ask me that. I prayed to you! You know what I went through. You did nothing to help me as I was touched and used in ways no creature should ever be,”. Chuck stayed quiet. She started to walk off.

“Could you ask him to come speak with me?” he asked. She turned around.

“I’ll ask,” she said, “but I won't tell him he has to and if he wants I will be sitting right there next to him,”. She walked off.

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She found Lucifer sitting in a chair in the room she had been using. She could tell he was extremely upset. She hadn’t ever seen him shake that much. She touched his shoulder and he looked up. Her heart broke. He had tears in his beautiful blue eyes. She hugged him tight and softly ran her hand through his hair. She didn’t say anything. She knew he’d talk once he calmed down. After his shaking calmed down she lifted his face to look at her wiping the stray tears from his cheeks. He gently pulled her into his lap and just held onto her for a while. “I don’t know If I can talk to him again,” he said in almost a whisper tone.

“It’s your choice,” she said, “but whatever you decide I’ll be right there with you,”.

“He told me he was sorry, but yet he left again,” Lucifer said, “didn’t even bother to ask Amara where she sent me. No one thought to even question it,”. She kissed the side of his head.

“It’s not fair how you get treated Lucifer,” she said, “but letting them anger you is also letting them hurt you,”.

“What do I do?” he whispered.

“if you choose to speak with Chuck again, let it be known how you feel and then let yourself be at peace with that,”. She said.

“And you’re willing to be there with me?” he asked.

“Of course,” she said, “if you want me there then I’m there,” He leaned up a little and give her a small, sweet kiss.

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Lucifer was lost in thought when a huge wave of emotion hit him. It was complete sadness and he knew right away it was Delilah. He had to focus through the emotion just to get to her mind. “Hey my beautiful book worm,” She heard. Her crying calmed enough to hear him. “Please calm down. Focus on my voice,” She closed her eyes and focused. “Please try to rest,”. Soon she was out like a light. When Lucifer finally felt the sadness fade away it was replaced with anger. Someone had upset Delilah and he wasn’t happy about it as his eyes went from blue to red.

Delilah sat in the bunker dining room with the boys and a bunch of other hunters. It was some kind of hunter-gathering the boys planned. Cheap food and a poker game basically.

“So who's the new girl?” A hunter woman named Jody asked.

“She’s an old friend,” Dean said, “ doesn’t hunt, but knows about it,”.

“Nice to meet you,” she said with a sympathetic look, “broken heart?”.

“Yeah,” was all Delilah said.

“What happened?, if I can ask,” Jody said.

“My boyfriend, “she explained as she caught Dean rolling his eyes, “is unfairly locked up,”.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Jody said but didn’t press it.

“Speaking of locked up I hear you boys caught Lucifer again,” a hunter said. Delilah fought the urge to flinch.

“Yeah, we caught him bunkered down in some old run down house,” Dean said refusing to make eye contact with Delilah.

“Yeah,” a blonde hair girl chimed in, “I heard he had a girl held there,”.

“Yeah,” another hunter chimed in, “had the girl thinking she was in love with him,”. Delilah tried so hard to stay calm. Every fiber in her screaming at her to defend her archangel.

“Who could love something like him?” the blonde girl said, “he’s like the worst of monsters,”. Castiel noticed Delilah clenching onto the arms of her chair so tight her knuckles were turning white.

“You figured being touched by the serpent would taint you,” another hunter said from the back of the room.

“Excuse me,” she said and hurried out of the room as the three boys looked at each other. She ran into her room and barely made it to her bed before she broke down. Tears slid down her cheeks as she hugged Lucifer’s jacket tight trying to keep the sobs from being heard by anyone else. She couldn’t stand being in the room any longer and hearing them talking about him like that.

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“I wanna know who upset her!” The angry archangel yelled at Castiel Who had come to explain what happened so he’d stop constantly calling him.

“It was a hunter-gathering in the bunker,” Castiel explained, “somehow word of your capture traveled. They got to the point of insulting you and she couldn’t take it after a while,”.

“I swear Castiel if anyone hurt her,” the archangel threatened, “they will regret it,” .

“She’s fine Lucifer,” Castiel stated, “just the emotional toll of the insulting hurt her,”.

“Is she really ok?” Lucifer asked.

“She was asleep when I checked on her,” Castiel said.

“When she wakes I wanna see her,” he said, “and from now on during the Winchester’s little pal gatherings I want her here with me,”. The angel nodded and fluttered off.

The next morning Castle had snapped Delilah to Lucifer’s cell. As soon as she popped in the archangel had her wrapped in his arms. She smiled and hugged him tight and ran a hand through his hair like she always did. “I’m ok,” she said.

“If anyone hurt you I’ll deal with them,” he said.

“No one hurt me,” she said, “just couldn’t take how they were talking about you,”.

“What were they saying?” he asked as they sit on the bench. She didn’t wanna tell him, but he had a right to know she figured so she told him everything she heard. He sat there for a minute hands clasped together looking at the floor.

“Do you believe them?” he asked.

“No, I don’t,” she said. He sensed the sincerity in her voice.

“But, you know everything I’ve done,” he said looking up at her.

“Yes I know,” she said, “but, just because you’ve done bad things in the past doesn’t mean I should judge you on them,”.

“What if I do bad things again?” he asked, but he didn’t look at her. He only did that when he thought he wouldn’t like the answer he was about to hear. She gently took his hands in hers.

“Even if you did,” she started, “my feelings for you, I don’t think they’d change, but I also believe you’re strong enough to fight the urges you feel to do something bad,”. She noticed him fighting back tears. She very gently turned his head so he’d look at her, “talk to me?” she said as she softly ran her thumb over his cheek.

“I do have urges to hurt someone or to do something bad,” he admitted, “but the minute you enter my mind or I’m around you they just go away. I usually wouldn’t admit I fear anything, but I fear every day that I’ll give in and then I’ll lose you when you find out,” He blinked the tears in his eyes away.

“Lucifer,” she said getting his attention. “You don’t have to worry about that, because I don’t believe you’ll give in to your urges,”

“Why?” he asked curiously.

“You told me about your hate for humanity, for humans,” she said, “but Lucifer you have never once, ever hurt me, you’ve never even been harsh with me. That's why I believe you have a good side, you just never get a chance to show it. No one gives you a chance to trust them or yourself enough to show it,”.

“I could never hurt you,” he said, “I realized that the day after you saved me from those angels. I couldn’t understand it at first, it actually kind of scared me. I wasn’t sure what it was at first until the night you asked me to tell you my story. When you hugged me it hit me. I was falling for you. Then when you let me kiss you and you kissed back, I couldn’t deny it anymore,”.

“Same here,” she said smiling at the memory.

“I couldn’t stand it if you started looking at me like a monster,” Lucifer looked at her. The sadness and tears in his sky blue eyes broke her heart. She stood up and hugged him.

“I will never look at you like a monster,” she said sitting in his lap, “because you’re not a monster. You’ve never been shown anything, but negative emotions. I won’t do that to you,”. He hugged her tightly and smiled.

“So, I guess I’ve really stolen your heart huh?” he asked his mischievous nature back which made her smile.

“What can I say,” she said giving him a soft kiss, “guess I have soft spot for rebel angels,”.

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Delilah had just finished brushing her teeth before bed. When she turned around Lucifer was behind her. She couldn’t help but stare. He had managed to find some boxers in the closet and he had no shirt on. He chuckled pulling her into a soft, passionate kiss. He lifted her up and held her against the bathroom door never breaking the kiss. She giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist. She couldn’t help, but run her hands over his chest and stomach. The archangel’s grin grew, “Like what you see?” he asked.

“Very much,” she said as she kissed him again. He carried her over to the bed and gently laid her on it and hovered over her. He could see the tiniest bit of worry in her eyes.

“I won’t hurt you,” he assured her. She gently brought her hands up to caress her cheeks.

“I know, I trust you,”. He leaned down and started to softly kiss her neck as he did he lightly touched her side and a wave of pleasure shot through her body causing her to moan.

“Hmm, if you’re gonna make sounds like that I can do that all night,” he said looking up at her with a smirk and chuckle.

“No no,” she said, “pulling his face toward her, “no one likes a tease,” She kissed him again just as he touched her again causing another wave of pleasure that made her moan into the kiss.

“You know,” he started whispering so closely into her ear she shivered, “I am an angel, so if you want me inside you I need to hear the magic word,”. He continued to kiss her neck. She giggled and whispered back in his ear.

“Yes,” she said as he looked up at her.

“Are you sure?” he asked not wanting to scare her, she nodded and he gave her a hard, passionate kiss. That night was beyond amazing to her. The way he touched her. The way he kissed her. The way he moved. It was nothing, but pure pleasure. It was like he knew exactly how to please her. It was the first time she ever truly made love, and she’d never forgot it.

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She laid on the sofa wrapped in a thick quilt reading one of the many books she collected, or she was trying to at least. But her mind kept roaming to earlier with Lucifer. The range of emotions flashing in his blue eyes as he told her his story were many. He tried to play them off, but she noticed each one. Hurt, anger, desperation, fear. It all made her heart break for him. She listened to every word. Yes, he did bad things, hurt people, but she honestly couldn’t blame him. He was punished by being locked away for millions of years all because he refused to love a lesser creature more than he loved his father. It was extremely unfair and unjust.

Then her mind drifted to when she hugged him. At first, he didn’t hug back. She hadn’t expected him too, but she felt like she needed to hug him. And she felt like she needed to tell him that at least she was sorry for what he had to endure. She was surprised when he hugged back, but if she was being honest it felt right to be in the archangel’s arms. It felt...safe. The soft feel of his hair as she ran her hand through it felt right. When she hugged him a faint scent of cologne mixed with what she could only describe as hickory smoke tickled her nose. She smiled as she drifted off to sleep to the memory.

Lucifer sat on the bed for a while after Delilah left the room. He was confused. What he was feeling was very strange to him. He shrugged it off at first, but then she asked him to tell her his story. He could tell she was actually listening. No one had ever listened to his side. The tears in her eyes when he finished surprised him too, but the one the thing that shocked him most was when she hugged him. No fear, nothing. And she apologized and told him he didn’t deserve the punishment he was given.

What shocked the archangel, even more, was he couldn’t fight the urge he felt to hug her back. How right it felt to hug her. How it felt nice when she ran her hand through his hair. He walked out into the living room. Delilah was asleep on the couch. It looked like she fell asleep reading. He sat on the coffee table in front of the couch and leaned over enough to brush a lock of her hair from her face. “What have you done to me?” he asked himself. Even now he couldn’t help but feel the need to protect her. “This can’t be right!” he argued to himself as walked around the house. He was trying so hard to deny it, but it was undeniable. He was falling for Delilah. The part that scared him the most was that he wanted to.

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Lucifer sat in a chair right beside Delilah’s bed. It had been about two hours since the rescue mission to get her back happened. Lucifer couldn’t block the image of the angel who took her stabbing an angel blade straight through her. He reached over and lightly grabbed her hand. She looked so peaceful. Like she was sleeping. “You have to wake up.” the archangel whispered, “please wake up. I can’t be without you, not now,” He got up and set beside her on the bed and gently stroked her hair. “Not after everything we have, everything you’ve given me,” he kissed her hand again as a few tears escaped his eyes. “Please Delilah wake up,” he pleaded, “ don’t leave me please,”. Chuck walked in.

“It may take a few hours, maybe a day,” Chuck said, “if it worked at all son,”. Lucifer looked up at his father not bothering to even hide the tears running down his face.

“It has to work,” he said in a choked whisper, “she has to come back,” Chuck nodded.

“Patience is all we have for now son,” he said and walked out. Lucifer turned back to Delilah and kissed her hand again. She still felt warm so that gave him a tiny spark of hope.

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“Lucifer what's going on?” Delilah asked. Her mischevious archangel had made her close her eyes as he zapped them somewhere.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “you’ll love it,” he took her hands and lead her somewhere. She heard him open a door and they walked inside. Once they were in far enough he let go of her hands. A few seconds later she felt his arms wrap around her from behind as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Ready?” he asked and she nodded. “Open your eyes,” he said. She did and gasped as her eyes widened. Lucifer had transformed the old run down house they used into a clean, rebuilt, library. All Delilah’s books were placed on dark, wooden shelves all in genres and alphabetical order. She swore it reminded her a lot of the library from Beauty and The Beast.

“Do you like it?” he asked. She hadn’t said anything in a few minutes and he was starting to worry.

“I love it Lucifer,” she said, “You did this all for me?”. He turned her around in his arms and rested his forehead on her’s.

“I’d do anything for you,” he said playfully rolling his eyes, “I knew you wanted to keep this place and well I had to give my beautiful bookworm her own library,”. She smiled and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I even tried to make it look like the library from Beauty and The Beast,” he said, “I know it’s your favorite story. I am kinda the beast to your Belle,”.

“No,” Delilah said as she placed her hand on his cheek, “I’m the princess to your prince and of course I couldn’t say goodbye to this place. It’s where the best part of my life unfolded,” He smiled and gave her a soft, loving kiss. She smiled. “It’s where an amazing rebel angel stole my heart,” he smiled and held her close to him in a tight hug.

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Delilah walked into the room of the bunker she and Lucifer had been sharing and saw a bag sitting on the bed. There was a note by the bag. She picked it up and read it. It simply said in Lucifer’s handwriting to wear this for tonight. She opened the bag and pulled out a gorgeous black and purple, sleeveless corset dress. She changed into the dress and stood in front of her mirror. It stopped just above her knees. The black sheer design on the top of the dress matching with the purple color brought out her pale skin. She also saw there was a pair of strappy, black heels to go with the dress and put them on. She had to admit Lucifer had style.

She decided to put her hair in a ponytail and curl it. Lucifer seemed to love when she had her hair up. He would hug her for longer periods of time just to play with the ponytail and she loved it. She added some black eyeliner to her eyes and some peach flavored lip gloss to her lips. Just as she finished curling her ponytail she heard the familiar flap of wings and smiled. She turned around to see him staring. He didn’t say anything and she started to wonder if she didn’t look as good as he wanted.

“Do I look that bad?” she asked. He smiled and walked over to her.

“You look even more beautiful than I pictured,” he said as he cupped her face in his hands and pulled her into a kiss. She smiled as she felt him tugging lightly at her ponytail when she hugged him. “I guess I should get ready now,” he said as he stood back and admired her for a minute, “Hmm,” he said as he snapped his fingers. He was suddenly dressed in a black and purple tuxedo. The suit its self consisted of black pants and jacket over a white shirt while the tie was striped purple and black with a fancy design on it and a matching handkerchief in the pocket. He had his hair combed back. Her mouth fell open.

“How do I look?” he asked with that devilish smile on his face.

“Where ever we’re going,” she said, “I’m definitely the luckiest girl there,” he chuckled and pulled her to him.

“If anyone is the lucky one it's me,” he said.

“So where are we going?” she asked.

“Can’t say,” he said, “but don’t worry my beautiful book worm tonight is all about you,”.

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Delilah was reading on the couch when suddenly her book vanished. She giggled and rolled her eyes as not even two seconds later Lucifer was stretched out on the couch with his head on her lap. “I’m more interesting,” he said as he closed his eyes and relaxed.

“Yes you are,” she said as she softly played with his hair. She smiled as she looked down at the archangel. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful. Like he was sleeping. She leaned down and kissed his forehead. He smiled.

“I was wondering something about angels,” she said.

“What?” he asked.

“Well from what I’ve read angels don’t trust humans much, but if they do there’s something special they do, but the book didn’t say what,”. Lucifer sat up.

“There is something we do, but we really have to have a high level of trust in order to feel comfortable enough to do it,”.

“Oh,” she said, “what is it?”

“We show our wings,” he said, but she noticed he avoided eye contact.

“I won’t ask you to show them,” she said, “it sounds like a personal thing and should be your choice when you trust me enough,”. He sat there for a moment. He looked lost in thought than a small smile formed on his face. He stood up and took her hands helping her stand. He walked with her to a more opened space in the room.

“Delilah Stone,” he said, “you are the only being in creation I trust,” he stood up straight. Bright light coming from him as he rolled his shoulders and soon a set of big, black wings sprouted from behind him. They were sheer for a moment then went solid. She walked over to him and looked them over. She noticed feathers missing and some were bent. She very gently reached her hand up and softly touched them. They felt even softer then bird feathers.

“They’re not as glorious as they once were,” he said. She could hear the sadness in his voice. She looked at the bent feathers.

“Do they still hurt?” she asked. He shook his head. She very softly touched one of the bent ones. It was rough but still felt softer than most feathers.

“They’ve been this way since,” he started to say, “anyway, just another hideous thing about me,”. She looked up at him.

“You are not a hideous being Lucifer,” she said, “your wings are the most beautiful wings I’ve ever seen,”.

“How can they be?” he asked, “they’re missing feathers and others are bent?”

“They are damaged Lucifer yes,” she said as she places her hand on his cheek, “but they are not broken. You, are not broken Lucifer. I’ve seen the beauty you have inside. The love, the passion. Anyone with all that in them can not be hideous. They just don’t see their own beauty,”. He smiled as he pulled her into a soft, sweet kiss. Her heart flipped when she felt his wings wrap around her.

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Delilah sat in the room of the bunker that had become her’s since the Winchesters turned her world upside down. It felt more like a prison than a room. She was sitting on the bed looking at an old book Lucifer had given her. It was a book written completely in angel language. He said it was an ancient book that chronicled the lives of him and his brothers and sisters before the world was created. They would sit and decode it together all the time. Lucifer even taught her how to write and read in Enochian. He would even write little notes for her to decode. Usually sweet compliments. She kept them in between the pages of the book. She was reading them again when there was a knock on the door. She put the book back in her bag. “What?” she called out. It sounded harsh, but she didn’t care. These jerks had taken away so much from her. No way in hell was she gonna show kindness toward them.

A woman poked her head in. “Hi, can I come in?”.

“Um sure,” Delilah had never met her before, but she seemed nice. She had long black hair and bright green eyes.

“I’m Lya Winchester,” she introduced herself walking in and closing the door.

“Are you their sister?” she asked.

“Not really,” Lya said, “more like sister-in-law. I’m with Castiel,”.

“You’re dating an angel?” Delilah asked. Lya giggled.

“Seems like we already have one thing in common,” she said, “we got a thing for angels,”. Delilah giggled for the first time since she’d been in the bunker.

“It would seem so,” she said. Lya noticed a look of sadness on her face.

“You really are in love,” Lya said it as more of a statement than a question, “I know that look,”.

“Lya, for the first time in my entire life I had someone who showed me true love and affection,” Delilah explained, “someone who showed me they cared. Someone who showed me I didn’t need to flinch every time they touched me. I was,” she stopped herself, “I am in love. I was happy and believe it or not so was Lucifer. Then they broke in and took it away from me,”.

“I know it seems unfair Delilah,” Lya said, “but Lucifer did kill someone,”

“Trust me Lya someone who can physical and sexual abuse their child her whole life is a real-life monster,” Delilah said.

“Who did he?” Lya started to say before she looked at Delilah. She recognized the look of pain abuse can leave in a person’s eyes, “it was your father wasn’t it?”.

“Yes,” she said, “I told Lucifer one night what I went through and he told me as I drifted off to sleep that I wouldn’t ever have to worry about my father again. Yes, I knew what he did, but it wasn’t a bad thing to me. He freed me. Lya I know to everyone else he’s a monster, but to me, he’s the one I’m meant to be with, hell he’s my hero,”.

“I understand Delilah,” Lya said, “anyone with a brain knows we don’t pick who will fall in love with. Our hearts do,”.

“Lya, they won’t even let me see him,” Delilah said, “‘I’ve asked so many times and every time they say no because he could hurt me,” she rolled her eyes on the last part.

“That sounds like them,” Lya said.

“Lya, have you ever been apart from Castiel for more than a day?” she asked.

“There was one time where he hunted with the boys for about two weeks,” she said.

“How did that feel to you?” Delilah asked.

“I was ok at first,” Lya started, “but then around day three I started to miss him. At times I felt so lonely, by the end of that first week it felt like,”

“Part of you was missing?” Delilah finished for her. Lya nodded, “that’s exactly how I feel Lya,”.

“I’m so sorry Delilah,” she said.

“Please Lya,” she pleaded as tears escaped her eyes, “please talk to them,”.

“I’ll try, but they can be so stubborn,” she said.

“I know, but they have locked him up which is unfair enough,” Delilah said, “but they have no right at all to keep me from him. I can’t see him, talk to him, hell Dean gives me such a disgusted look when I even mention him,” tears were running completely down her cheeks now. Lya’s heart went out to her. She suddenly noticed a small smile on Delilah’s face.

“What?” she asked.

“I don’t know if it’s where we’re so close he can feel my emotions, but even being apart he can tell when I’m upset,” she explained, “but every time he senses I’m upset I hear his voice in my head calling me by the nickname he gave me,”.

“What's the name?” Lya asked.

“Around our house,” Delilah paused for a minute fighting back another wave of tears, “I love to read so around the house are a bunch of books. One night, he leaned over the back of the sofa and was watching me read. I looked up and smiled at him and he said I was the most beautiful book worm he’d ever seen,”

“Do you have a nickname for him?” Lya asked.

“I always call him my rebel angel,” Delilah said.

“Delilah, I’ll take to them and do what I can to get you to see him,” Lya told her.

“Thank you Lya,” Delilah said giving her a hug.

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Lucifer was sitting at the kitchen table reading the copy of beauty and the Beast Delilah seem to always have within reach. He decided while Delilah was sleeping he would read it. She seemed to really love the story. When he was about five chapters in he heard a noise coming from the bedroom. It sounded like Delilah was crying. He put the book down and hurried to the bedroom door.

“Delilah,” he called cracking the door open a bit, “may I come in?”.

“Yeah,” she answered and he could hear the pain in her voice. He walked in and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed clutching her stomach.

“What's the matter?” he asked walking over to her.

“its nothing, don't worry,” she said blushing. She didn’t know if angels knew about what human females went through every month.

“You're in pain,” he said lifting her face gently to look at him as he wiped stray tears from her cheeks, “What's going on?”. She sighed.

“just cramping really bad,” she answered, “it can really suck being a human girl one or two weeks a month,”. Understanding he went around to the other side of the bed and laid down.

“lay with me please?” he asked. She slowly scooted to him and snuggled into his side. Resting her head against his neck, “May I try something that could help?”. She nodded. He gently lifted up the bottom of her shirt to expose her stomach. He gently placed his hand on it. She felt warm for a moment then sighed and relaxed as the pain faded away. Lucifer couldn't help but smile at the feeling of her breath against his neck.

“Try to sleep more,” he said as he softly and repeatedly ran his hand through her hair.

“Lucifer,” she called in a sleep filled whisper.

“hm?” he responded.

“I love you,” she said as she finally drifted off

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“So how do you use one of these things?” Lucifer asked holding up Delilah’s phone, “All I know is how to answer them and make calls,”.

“I can show you how to take pictures,” she said sitting beside him on the bed.

“Well, of course, my handsome face should be on your phone,” he said with that classic smirk of his.

“You know,” she said kissing his cheek, “I agree,”. She grabbed the phone and turned it on and brought up the camera. Lucifer watched carefully.

“When you bring the camera up to make sure it's facing you then click the circle in the middle at the bottom to snap the picture,” she explained handing it to him. She watched as he held up the phone until he was in view and took the picture. When he looked at the picture it was blurry.

“How did that happen?” he asked confused and she held in a giggle.

“Sometimes that'll happen if the phone isn’t steady,” she said as she crawled behind him. she put her arms around him and grabbed the phone. She got the phone ready and rested her head against his as she snapped the picture. Lucifer watched as she made the picture the background on her phone. He smiled.

“Can I try again?” he asked. She nodded and handed the phone to him, “come here,” he helped her get situated until she was sitting in front of him. He pulled her back to him and kissed her cheek as he took the picture. He watched as she made that one her lock screen photo. She took the next picture, but before she did Lucifer snapped his fingers and a set of toy devil horns appeared on their heads. She giggled as they each made a silly face as she took the photo. Lucifer then pulled her closer until she was rested against him and laid his head on her shoulder.

She smiled and kissed the side of his forehead as she took another photo. He then gave her a soft, sweet kiss. She tossed the phone to the side, turned slightly in the archangel’s arms, and gave him a soft, but loving kiss back. “No picture this time?” he asked. She smiled.

“Some moments are just for us to see,” she said as she gave him another loving kiss.

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“What is this?” Delilah asked looking around the room. It was a master bedroom. Inside was a queen size bed, a dresser, mirror, and even a private bathroom. There were even fully stocked bookshelves.

“This is our room when you’re here with me?” he told her, “I wanna make sure your happy when you’re here,”. She smiled and hugged him.

“This is so sweet,” she said.

“I just wanted to show you how thankful I am for you agreeing to do this with me,” he said as he pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “so what do you say we break it in,”. He placed his hands behind her thighs and lifted her up. She giggled as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

“Well if you’re not too busy Sir,” she said.

“I can squeeze you in,” he chuckled giving her a soft kiss, “I bet you never thought your story would have ended with me,”.

“Well, it’s not the usual fairytale road,” she said, “but I did end up with my prince charming,”.

“And I ended up with my queen,” he said, “I love you, Delilah,”.

“I love you too Lucifer,” she said.

“Thank you for rescuing me,” he said, “from myself,”. She smiled.

“We rescued each other,” she said leaning in and giving him a gentle, but loving kiss.

Fic #3: Sweet As Candy

SUMMARY: Sterling Weathers had so much on her plate. She was now in charge of her family’s candy shop after her mother passed. In fact, if it wasn’t for her favorite sweet-toothed customer Gabriel her life would be completely dull and sad. She has had feelings for the guy for a while now, but she knew she didn’t stand a chance. He wasn’t the kind of guy who was into chubby girls.

Will Gabriel prove her wrong?

Will Weatherly help him somehow?

Will she find out he’s an archangel?

TEASERS:

Sterling weathers sat in the office of her family’s candy shop. It was only her and her mother. Her mother had started the shop before Sterling was even born. Her mom had recently passed away and she left the shop to her. Sterling was worried though. When her mother passed the candy companies who worked with them all stopped business with them. If she didn’t find a new company soon, the shop would close for good. She was looking over some papers when the bell above the door jingled. A sign someone walked in. She looked up and smiled. “Hi Gabriel,” she greeted with a small smile.

“Hey there candy girl,” he greeted. Gabriel had been visiting the shop for years. They had become good friends only she had no idea he was really an archangel. “How ya holdin up?” he asked.

“Stressfully,” she said. He walked over to her and gave her a hug.

“What's going on?” he asked. She explained about the candy situation and how if she can't find a new company soon the shop would close.

“I don’t know what to do,” she said, “I can't let me my mom’s dream just fade away,”.

“Hey,” Gabriel said as he kissed the top of her head, “it’s gonna be ok I can help,”.

“How?” she asked.

“I never told anyone this, but my family owns a candy company,” he said, “sure they’d help,”

“You’d do that for me?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said. He would do anything for Sterling. He was in love with her.

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Sterling stared at herself in the mirror. She wasn’t fat, but she was chubbier than most other girls. Her hair was a soft blonde color, but naturally very curly. Most of the time she loved her hair, but sometimes she hated it. Always convincing herself the curls made her chubby face stick out too much. The one thing she never found ugly about herself was her grey eyes. They were the one feature she had she didn’t hate. But she knew she would never be beautiful enough to get the attention of the guy she wanted to notice her most, Gabriel. She had started growing feelings for the mysterious guy about a year ago. She loved being in his company. He always made her laugh. He smelled like candy. She found his sweet tooth so adorable. Every time they saw each other he would give her a lollipop or a sucker and call her candy girl. Of course, she never ate them. She had everyone he ever gave her in a box stored away in her pantry. She hated feeling this way, but she’s seen the girls Gabriel was into. They were models compared to her and her thick build. She knew she had no chance of getting his attention. She sighed turning away from the mirror and sat in the computer chair across from it in her room. She looked at the picture of her and Gabriel that was taken during a Halloween party at the candy shop last year. He came as a pirate which oddly matched her costume. “What can I do to make you notice me Gabe?,” she thought to herself, “why can’t I be enough?”.

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“Gabriel, what are you doing?” Sterling asked as he held up a blindfold.

“Trust me, candy girl,” he said, “it’s a surprise,”. He put the blindfold on her and started walking her down the street. When they got to her candy store she heard the bell ding above the door when he opened it.

“Are we at the shop?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” he said leading her inside, “ready?”. She nodded and he slid the blindfold off. He eyes got wide. The shelves, machines, and bins were filled with candy. From suckers to gum, to candy bars. Some brand names and some she didn’t know.

“Gabe,” she said turning to face him, “did you do all this?”.

“Guilty,” he said popping an orange lollypop in his mouth.

“How did you get in?” she asked.

“I..may have had a key made,” he lied.

“When?” she asked.

“That’s not important,” he said, “what do you think?”. She looked around once more and then hugged him.

“It’s awesome Gabriel,” she said, “thank you so much,”.

“And I talked to the person who runs things and the company will restock when you need it just let me know,”. He informed.

“Gabe, you are so amazing for helping me,” Sterling said.

“Hey anything for you candy girl,” he said, “how about lunch, I feel like something sweet,”.

“You always feel like something sweet,” she said giggling as they left the shop.

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Sterling and Gabriel were sitting in her living room. He had insisted on bringing dinner. He chose Chinese food and made her give him her order earlier over the phone. When he arrived they picked a baking show to watch while they ate. She had ordered honey sesame seed chicken, veggie fried rice, and an egg roll. Gabriel brought a bottle of white wine. She was doing good. She had managed to eat a good portion without it triggering a moment. “I don’t know about you candy girl,” Gabriel said, “but I could go for dessert,”. He pulled a white box out from a bag. He opened it and inside were fresh sugar cookies. He held the box to her and she grabbed one.

“Thank you,” she said with a small smile. As she looked at the cookie she could hear those old thoughts slipping in. “Do you really think you should eat that?” She heard the voice in her head say. “It’s bad enough you devoured all those calories for dinner,”. She tried to push the voice away as she bit into the cookie. “What about Gabriel?” the voice asked mockingly, “Do you really think he’d date a porky girl like you?”. She glanced over at him and he looked a little uncomfortable.

Was it because she actually took a bite of the cookie? Was he testing her? “See what you did?” the voice chimed, “because of you eating so much he just wants to leave. Probably to find someone thinner, prettier,”. That had her fighting back tears. The all to familiar urge getting stronger. “Excuse me, I gotta go to the restroom,” she hurried off not noticing the whole time Gabriel was watching her. She hurried into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. She leaned against the sink looking into the mirror hanging above it. She repeated over and over again that she could fight this. She reminded herself that its been months since she’d done it. She looked over at the toilet. She could just do it once and that would be it.

“Please don’t,” she heard a soft voice say from behind her. She looked in the mirror and Gabriel was standing in the doorway.

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