#is about sin separating us from God and how we try to be kings of our own lives

[flickeringflame216]

ok now I'm going a little insane thinking about the Biblical parallels in viva la vida !!!!

[thedrunkenreadersreviews]

A thought on why Alastor HATES Lucifer

*Takes a hard shot of Tequila*

So, it's been a minute. And on the eve of Hazbin Hotel's release date all those years ago in 2019 I felt an obligation to finally post my thought on this. I'm certain the title says it all. I'm certain part of this may be incorrect but I had a lot of time to think (and conduct research that was fun but also a headache) and have concluded my running thesis based on the information made available as to why exactly Alastor HATES Lucifer.

So ... *takes another shot* let us begin.

As Genesis says ...

In the Beginning:

Lucifer: Lucifer's beginning, based on the information given to us in the show, consists of him straying away from the rigid structure of the other angels in Heaven, being "a dreamer." In this universe, the concept of "God" is not explored and, based on what I'm hearing, perhaps never will be. Which, I'm fine with. I think the angels serving as the runners of Heaven works well, especially with the story Viv is trying to tell. Anyway, Lucifer ends up falling in love and marrying Lilith, who, much like him, refuses to bend to the will of the angels which, in this case, kept evil out of the universe. Those two get together, and offer up the apple of knowledge to Eve, which unleashes Sin or the Root of all Evil, or---now, let's be honest here---Roo (but more on her later). Because of this action, Roo flourishes, corrupting the entire existence of earth. Being forced to have this shoved into his face as punishment, Lucifer is cast into Hell and falls into a deep depression even before his separation from Lilith. He is more than just a neglectful parent; he is a neglectful ruler as well. Hell is a free-for-all; overlords, turf wars, exterminations that Lucifer signed off on, etc. Now, I love Viv's imagining of Lucifer as a character, and I think this allows a lot of potential for him especially given all of these flaws. So, there's that.

Now, let's look at Alastor's beginning.

*Takes a shot and steadying breath*

Alastor is a bit more complicated because we don't have the full story yet but we do have bits and pieces so let's try to put some of these together to analyze his psyche.

Now, throughout "Hell's Greatest Dad," yes, one hundred percent he is doing that to get under Lucifer's skin and yes, he doesn't like the fact that he is no longer the most powerful/influential person in the room and this is kind of his low blows at that.

But then ... where does he get the bravado to do that? Why would he be so confident that Lucifer would do essentially nothing? Yes, Charlie is there, but we're talking about the King of Hell. Viv mentioned that the hierarchy is kind of there in name alone ... but how did it get to that point?

Lucifer's neglect of the realm itself.

Now, examine Alastor, who is obsessed with control. He is smiling all the time to maintain a sense of control. He is frustrated when Lucifer is present because it hinders the control he has on the patrons of the hotel. He is enraged when Husk calls into question Alastor's control by mentioning his leash, as well as a few other examples scattered about. Right away, you have a demon who yearns for control and a demon who really couldn't care less about it with the former being lower on the Hellish hierarchy than the latter.

*Takes another shot because I know I'm starting to look like Charlie from It's Always Sunny with his mailroom red yearn map and deranged expression*

This is where we start getting into speculation using what information we have on his backstory to get a clue of Alastor's character.

When he was alive, Alastor was a serial killer but Viv said he was more of a "Dexter" type serial killer. If you haven't watched or read the Dexter series, Dexter is indeed a serial killer but he only kills those that have killed others. Think of a Batman that won't send these criminals to Arkham but to the morgue. I believe even Dexter thought of himself as "taking out the trash." So Alastor was only killing people he believed deserved to be killed; the worst of the worst. Looking at the comic, which is still cannon, Alastor has a soft spot for "those of fairer means" and is protective of people who may not be able to protect themselves.

*Takes another shot*

This might just add a little sprinkle into Alastor's mindset of "protection" but I'll mention it anyway. Stay with me! *Stands unsteadily like a drunk dad explaining the rules of a football game or something* Alastor grew up in 1920s/30s Louisiana. Now if my history classes have taught me anything about 1920/30s Louisiana is that it SUCKED for people of color, especially for black Americans. Alastor (What? Yes, I know the cannon changed, but we can still work with this.) is of mixed race, however, he could have been white passing as Viv also said that Alastor was living his best life as a radio broadcaster and well just look at the art for human Alastor. He is also quoted as being a Mama's boy and I'm leaning on assuming it was his mother's side that contained his black ethnicity.

My speculation---again, my speculation---is that his father was abusive; perhaps towards both him and his mother. I am also speculating that growing up in the 1920s/30s American South, he saw the police brutality, he saw the injustice, he saw people in power fail to protect the ones that they were supposed to, leading him to "take out the trash."

*Takes another shot, grips the table*

And now ... he's in Hell, in which the person with the MOST power, who could have all the control, is failing to maintain order and protect those that need his protection spectacularly.

*Takes another shot, climbs onto the table*

On TOP of that! Alastor could blame Lucifer for everything he saw/endured when he was alive because it was Lucifer's actions that allowed Roo to exist and for evil to corrupt the world.

So not only does Lucifer not get Hell under control, leading Alastor to clean up the mess that is Hell, but he is also the reason that evil exists (as far as we know) and he chooses to do absolutely nothing!

*Plops into chair, takes shot, slams glass onto table, points unsteady finger at you, blinks like a frog*

And that (hiccup) dear reader, is why I think Alastor hates Lucifer: because he is the reason for all the evil that Alastor had to put up with and has all the power to distribute justice but chooses not to do it; a repeat of Alastor's life when he was alive.

*Smiles stupidly*

They are such perfect foils for each other and if Viv said "they will have enemies to lovers" type arch and even those involved in the production teasing 'a match made in Hell' I think this is strictly platonic and that they are hinting that these two are going to end up having the most fantastic, most interesting, most heartwrenching, most fucking awesome enemies to ride-or-die homies relationship in existence. At least (hiccup) I hope so!

Cheers.

*Passes out*

[lostonehero]

Faith alone will not save you

Some demon Oscar because the concept won't leave me alone

The cross is a burden and a weapon he carries. The old metal hangs around his neck like an anchor, keeping him grounded and drowning him in the same breath. He's had it as long as he can recall. No one dared take it from him. The doctors didn't even note it when they stitched up his missing arm.

As a child, he was told explicitly what he was and how the cross is the only thing to ever save him. Even as his faith wavered, seeing scratch, seeing those things that took his arm, and learning about creatures that would haunt him, he could never bear to truly stray far.

He met Arthur, a man who was his purpose, someone to save, but he failed too scared to truly use his power to save him. He didn't deserve a goodbye from him. He drove him to the hospital, which was enough. It had to be enough. He was a man of sin even in these garbs of a priest no matter how much he helped how much he gave he will always be a creature of sin. His faith never seemed to ever be enough. He held the heavy cross in his hand. Always heavy, always painful.

The door to his office opened, and Oscar didn't notice till a familiar voice cleared their throat, and he dropped his cross, bearing the weight like an anchor around his neck. "Arthur... Detective Noel? What brings you both to this humble church?"

Arthur's eyes never focused on him. They never did, and Oscar had a feeling he knew why. "We would like you to help us."

Oscar felt lighter and full of hope. "Of course, I am happy to help."

"Before you agree, you have to understand what we're asking isn't going to be easy or nice." Noel said, rubbing the fresh scar on his neck. "You may not come out just missing an arm."

Oscar knew what that meant, and he didn't care. "Monsters exist, and if I help, I'll be able to save others from them?" The nkd from both men made him smile. "I accept whatever you need. I am here to help."

"Are you certain?" Arthur pauses and sighs. "Then there is something you must know, about John."

"John?" Oscar hums.

"Yes." Arthur seems glued to his spot as a shadow grows from behind him.

That mask, man... no, it wasn't a man. Oscar knew him. He always assumed that it was just a lost spirit, but a king? A God? Well, a fragment of a God. He gripped his cross in his hand, and it burned, and he could smell it burned against his flesh. He knew what that meant, but he wasn't threatened, and he shouldn't he shouldn't be getting any stronger. "It's nice to meet you, John." He doesn't hold out his hand. It still clutches his cross.

.......

It was an accident, Noel was just trying to pull him away from his right side, and since he no longer had an arm on that side, he grabbed the cross. The monstrous creature was charging them, and the slight tug by different hands snapped the old metal chain into pieces, and the cross dropped to the floor. The sound was deafening to Oscar, but it was quiet against the wooden rotten floor of the building they were trapped in. The monsters roar didn't even stop him from reaching out for it, nor did Noel's shout, and Arthur gasped as he was knocked into the stone wall of the room.

Oscar knew it should hurt more than it did. He knew that he shouldn't feel his right arm. He knew he shouldn't have this monster in his missing right hand, choking the beast. Without his cross, he is just like this monster. A man without faith... not a man, a monster, a demon, something he spent his whole life trying to separate himself from. All he did was pretend to be human. He squeezed his grip tighter, and the creature whined a mournful sound its own claws useless against his. His body ached as he felt things grow from it.

The creature was silenced with an auidiable crack. Oscar stared at his hand as he dropped the creature. It was pitch black and monstrous. He hated it.

A new voice jovial and loud. "Wow, I did not see that coming!"

Arthur hissed out a name Oscar didn't catch as his eyes caught on the man covered in blood wearing a suit with no shoes or socks.

"Well, well, well, what are you, little priest?" The man appears right next to Oscar. "Never seen a creature such as yourself." He laughs loud and twisted. "Cute horns like your horny!" Another laugh louder it seems.

Oscar tried to recite a prayer, but it burned on the tip of his tongue. He coughed a thick black smoke before he found his voice once more unchanged as if it mocked him for this body. "What are you?"

The man frowns amusement gone from his eyes. "Always that question never how ya doing Kayne. Just because I don't know what you are doesn't mean you aren't boring." He snaps his fingers, and all he receives is a sneeze from Oscar. "I take that back."

Oscar falls back as he sneezes again with another snap, and his clothes rip with two wings erupting from his back. He covers his face.

"I didn't do that." Kayne laughs again, appearing next to Arthur. "You see this shit? I mean, have you've seen a creature like this, John? Can't even pop his skull like a grape."

Oscar hugs his chest, shaking with eyes on him. "I just need my cross it will fix this. It always fixes this."

Noel beats Arthur to stating the obvious that Kayne and John weren't privy to. "Demons exist?"

Oscar flinched and hugged himself tighter.

"Demon?" Kayne laughs harder and more manic. "You've been reading too much of that Bible demons angels they don't exist, buddy."

Oscar looks up at Kayne. "Then what am i?"

That silenced Kayne the riased brow and slightly opened mouth was not an expression he ever seemed to wear. "What are you indeed?"

Oscar looked away as he got up off balanced, but he managed to stand. He frowns as he stares at his mismatched clawed hands. He takes a breath. "I am a man of faith. This can't change that..... I won't let it change that." He swallows. "Kayne, you can tell me what I am and what I'm not, but I would like it if you not hurt my friends, God may give you mercy, but I will not."

Arthur gasps. "Oscar, don't!" His voice is muffled by Kayne.

"Friends?" Kayne hums. "Fascinating. Ok, I won't, but I'll be keeping an eye on you. You're such an interesting creature. I can't wait to find out why I can't harm you." He vanishes, and Noel stares at Oscar.

Oscar looks down. "I apologize for losing my temper." He grimaced at the dead monster at his feet.

[sleepy-aletheas]

Casually losing my mind over Celestia

This is me tossing my free train of thoughts with no edits or double-checking, cause it buzzes in my brain so loudly, I need it out.

It's a mess.

Simulanka = same story cycles with each ending its own

Phanes = 4 forms of names/roles = 4 tries of “cycles” = Paimon is 5th??? 4.5???

Primordial One (it/its) = Istaroth/Tokoyo Ookami/King’s Priest = King (incarnation* of the Primordial One) = ? = ?

*incarnation is such a messy word, because it means something along the lines of divinity made flesh; so like, a divine power assumes the body of a human or animal. In Christianity it’s in relationship with Jesus, but apparently it was a hot topic for debate for centuries, cause no one actually ever agreed on one interpretation, where some made Jesus to be the Creator and not the created, or he was God but also Man at the same time…

Since the four shades are split off of PO, it either could mean that they’re all split at the same time into different (but 50% same?) individuals, or the splits came one after another, for each samsara Teyvat went through.

On that note, the Narzissenkreuz split the samsara cycles into Hyperborea, Natlantean, Remuria, Khraun-Arya, in which AT THE TIME THE ORDO WROTE THIS DOWN they were still in the first half of the 4th cycle (since the ordo established after the Cataclysm, but they were children during it, it must be written down 400+ years ago present time). Those names were just taken from ancient texts, and that the samsara (and these names) are in relation to the spiritual evolution. (also there might be some more details in the Akademiya, with how they worded it to not step on toes…hmm)

What if Celestia is empty, because in a last “trial” (a last hail mary) the Primordial One left Celestia to try and mend this corruption that just keeps seeping through the Abyss…and that last trial character, the last role, the last form…is Paimon?

Hell, maybe the Sustainer is another split from Paimon (or Paimon is the little split, connected with a rainbow string up to the Heavens…) who’s job now is not slapping the wrists of Archons for abandoning their gnosis/jobs, or slamming more nails down, or punishing people for committing cardinal sins (we don’t talk enough about those, really), but instead they're keeping the sky from breaking, and stop anyone trying to leave Teyvat (for some reason).

On a side note, the Primordial One is making my brain turn to mush, because what is the deal with it???? Born of an egg with wings and a crown and androgynous, but for the world to be created, the shell of the egg had to be broken, and yet “Phanes” (quotation marks, cause ‘maybe’ feels like a weird thing to put in the sentiment of calling something from the recounting directly from Istaroth…) used the eggshell to separate the “universe” from the “microcosm of the world”. So either the egg never cracked and Teyvat is a dreamworld because we have to wake up Phanes to become real (and if Paimon is Phanes, her continuous dislike and skepticism of dreams and fantasies and absolute refusal of accepting such things for some reason when others are fine with it…is weird, especially when she’s chill with so many other things. Is it because of some weird dream-logic where the dreamer has build in defenses from realizing they dream to not wake up?? I genuinely don’t know, I have lucid dreams, I’m not sure how it usually works), or the egg cracked in some of the samsara (or in each one a little more, in different places) or because of the Second Who Came, and that’s why the abyss (the universe) is seeping into the dream, into Teyvat, and it’s corrupting it with nightmares and corrosion.

In the quest with the Pari, we found out in a document that the Khvarena and abyssal powers work the same way, using the same sort of energy, but have different results (paraphrasing from the back of my mind). And since the Khvarena is music (and so is the Aranara’s Sourcesong, and Remuria with their Phobos/Symphony), we could see Teyvat’s natural power that shapes it as lullabies, and the abyss is the nightmares that seep in from the outside, tarnishing everything it touches.

If Simulanka is the reflection of Teyvat, with its stars representing the people of “the real world”, then Teyvat is a reflection of reality, and the vision bearers (the prominent stars with specific roles and destinies) are a reflection of reality of someone else. The tracks that is destiny to keep the people of Metropolis safe was meant to protect until the people there grew strong enough to let go of it, returning the tracks back to the stars and live their lives on their own. And even if not everyone is ready, they’re not alone, and have to teamwork their way through life.

Maybe Teyvat’s constellations act the same way. Some people gain constellations to fulfill certain roles, and their vision are the training wheels to help them achieve these ambitions. But eventually they don’t need them. And so they go back to the sky. And some destinies can change, because stories follow rules, unfolding in cyclical patterns, but each should follow its own course...

…..

I lost my train of thought. Stormy weather truly messes with me.

[ruthlesslistener]

If we consider the separate corpse dumping pits in a vacuum yes soul master would be worse, but PK was the one who created a kingdom with a class divide that allowed soul master to snatch up folks without being noticed. Whether he intended it or not, PK ended up enabling soul master. I'm not phrasing this right, I know PK once aware of soul master's actions disproved of them but that doesn't change that every flaw in hallownest's structure, from social to economic, is a result of his negligence.

I dunno at least that's how I felt playing the game. At every misfortune I met from bosses to the structural issues with the caverns (crumbly floors, thorns, spikes, why is there so many spikes???) I cursed the creator of this kingdom, so I personally view the sins of his people as his own sins, or at least view him as partially responsible

Anyways all of this could have been avoided if PK just used his small form to become a civil engineer instead of a god king

... actually the structural issues with the caverns might have been worse if he did that nevermind

(branching away from the main topic I Do wonder what a mortal disguised PK would be like. The only god we seen in HK attempt something like that is Grimm and even then all he does is simply not advertise himself as a god, he very much does not attempt to blend in into the mortal populace, perhaps aware of how his eerie aura would prevent him from doing so. Would any of the higher beings be able to truly blend with mortals if they wished? Or would that be impossible?)

?? Anon, PK had little to no influence on the society of Hallownest beyond the most basic shit like 'throw your entire self into your purpose until you die'. Like yeah I think he encouraged learning about the soul arts and engineering, bc thats kinda his whole thing, but what's even MORE his thing is just..not participating in the society of Hallownest at all, to the point where people speculated about what he looked like because they just straight-up never saw their king. Hallownest's society and social class systems is something that likely was inherent to the beetle tribe before he became their god, which is something that I assumed because a.) There are multiple tribes in Hallownest with their own unique cultures that aren't entirely because of their gods, b.) He's the polar opposite of the Radiance, who obsessively exerts control, c.) He actively formed treaties with tribes that his own populace considered uncivilized savages and beasts (the mantises and spiders), and d.) His own Great Knights are formed of social rejects like Ogrim and foreigners like Ze'mer. Pair that with the fact that the retainers in the White Palace are clearly noblebugs that lend nothing but empty minds and inane chatter who are only useful if exploited for soul or killed, and it paints a very clear picture that PK was not at all involved in the social structure of his own kingdom. In fact, he's probably the exact opposite. And that's not neglect, per se- though he is neglectful- that's just more proof that the people of Hallownest are much more than which faction are aligned with which other god. PK had nothing to do with it. To gods, mortals are pretty much livestock, so I assumed that he paid about as much attention to the social ills of Hallownest as a farmer would for a chicken's pecking order- sure, maybe it seems alarming and like something you should fix, but really they're just gonna keep going at it, so why bother if it doesn't affect the quality of the food you're getting out of them? The Beetle Tribe had a pretty clear hierarchy that resulted in a lot of social ills, but considering the fact that the bugs of Hallownest canonically worshipped the Void before the Radiance came around, I think its safe to say that the hierarchy there was around for centuries before the Pale King took over. He just built the city that they lived in- and if the donations fountain is anything to go by, he did try to siphon off the economic issues at least a bit. He had very, very little influence on their social life

I'm not exactly defending the dead baby pit here, but PK didn't enable the Soul Master at all- he actively opposed him, bc again, he's losing chickens. Contrasting the horror of the Soul Master's slaughter to the dead baby pit is supposed to make you wonder whether mass murder for salvation is really any better than mass murder for power, and the fact that PK was horrified and disgusted by the Soul Master's body count while piling up his own also gives us more context on how he must have felt about the vessel pit- aka, terrible. It highlights the disconnect between the two while also pointing out that both were terrible no matter what their intentions were.

He might have tried to make it seem like he had everything under control, but he very much did not, so pinning all the blame on him when he was only one facet of all the shit going wrong in a very divided world just seems kinda, idk...shitty to me. It takes blame away from the Soul Master, who was the pinnacle of a powerful rich man throwing others under the bus to get what he wanted, to pin it on PK. I certainly am not trying to defend PK here- everyone knows he fucked up- but pinning all of the ills of Hallownest onto only one guy takes away a lot of the nuance and character of the people he was trying to protect, people who were already reduced to livestock and body counts in the war between him and the Radiance, so personally for me that's really :/. He's an important part of Hallownest's downfall, but he's really not that important

[witchthewriter]

𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛.

Personalised story for @leniabranch Pairing: Otto Hightower x Lenia Branch Word Count: 2k Warning: SMUT. 18+ ONLY! Authors Note: If anyone wants a personalised story, here’s my PayPal and send me a message and we can get started!  

This wasn’t the plan. Otto wasn’t supposed to be here yet. Sanah told you that this dinner was for the three of you, and after hearing Ormund’s advice, then Otto would arrive. You needed to hear another perspective, other than your sister’s but you also felt like time was of the essence.

But here the Hand of the King stood.

 You could tell he was trying not to look bewildered. But something in his eyes was giving it away.

“Good evening brother!” Ormund stood from his seat, gave you a quick glance and stalked forward.

     “Evening,” Otto muttered, holding out his hand, “the invitation told me a later time, but your Lady wife knocked on my door.

 There was a few heartbeats of silence.

The way they looked at each other was curious. So many words unsaid, layers upon layers of feelings, memories and hurt. Did they want to tear at the masks and shout their true feelings for all the castle to hear? You knew Ormund would. He’d done it many times before. But Otto wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

Sanah looked at you with mischief in her eyes. You tried not to roll your own.

   The decanter of wine looked much more appealing now. And you filled your cup to the brim and drank.

                                                            -✶-

I looked at Lenia and tried not to blush. The thought of her naked breasts filled my mind and I had to look away. She looked stunning in her green dress. Had she known I was coming and put on the colours of my House? Or maybe I was being self-centred.

  It was difficult to separate Lenia from my mind, particularly so these past few nights. My hand was seldom incomparable to the feel of Lenia. I wanted to smell her again, to have her beneath me. She left so suddenly the next day that I thought I had done something wrong. Well, I knew I had done something wrong. Maybe I was too rough in my lovemaking, but I’m sure I would be punished by the gods for loving Lenia, completely, before marriage. And yet, I’m sure they knew how much I loved her. That our love couldn’t be wrong, or a sin.

  The dinner table had been set for three, and the servants were creating an extra space for me. Seemingly, no one but Sanah knew I was coming. Disappointment trickled through me.

                                                       -✶-

The glow of the candles blurred together as your eyes flicked across the room. Light music was playing, and a violinist sat in the far corner of the room, their eyes closed, getting lost in the music. You were getting lost in something as well. You could feel the thrum of your blood. The heat from the drink was warming every part of your body. You felt lightheaded but in a good way. Like all the problems in the world meant nothing.

  “Otto, why haven’t you spoken to me since the other night?”

The room went silent.

And you weren’t even shocked at your outburst of a question. Common sense, anxieties and morals had been drowned out by the red liquid in your cup. You hadn’t looked at Sanah, but she was smiling slightly, trying not to giggle. See, she had let the drink overcome her as well. She was catching up to you.

    Otto looked like he might combust. Even though he tried his best to keep a cool demeanour, you could sense his unease.

Ormund was the one to speak, “You can speak openly brother, Lenia has told us everything. Well, nearly everything.”

Now Otto completely blushed. The mask he was fighting to wear had completely slipped and he was beet red.

                                                           -✶-

Was this really happening? Otto thought. Never in his life would he thought his youngest, and wildest brother, would be having dinner with the woman he loved, her sister, talking about sex.

  “It’s normal,” Sanah was in the middle of her sentence, and I tried to zone her out. The musicians had been sent away as the hour grew late.

 Lenia looked at me. A fierce look that was a mixture of hot and cold. Desire and sadness.

  “You don’t have to be embarrassed Otto. Sanah says breast-biting is very common.” You weren’t exactly slurring, but your words were coming out without any annunciation or pause.

You knew Otto would be embarrassed but you were tired of him being so uptight. Sex was normal, and you wanted him to know that.

  “Otto, please don’t feel uncomfortable. Ormund does a lot worse to me-“

At that very moment, Ormund spluttered, choking on his wine. But then he laughed. A deep, heavy belly laugh. Not a mocking one, or one that deflected the attention of the words.

  “It’s true brother, much worse.”

                                                         -✶-

Dinner had been eaten. A grand display of meats, honey-covered vegetables and spiced fruits. The fresh bread had made your stomach rumble. The kitchens had been good to you tonight.

You felt carefree. There wasn’t a worry or anxiety anywhere in your body, or in your mind. Even though the musician had left, you could feel the music within you. The goblet you were holding had been topped up by Sanah, who had discarded her own and was drinking straight from the bottle.

You both swayed together, clutching onto each other’s free hand. You twirled and mimicked one of the popular dances in King’s Landing. Elrie had been showing you only yesterday.

 “I don’t think we’re doing this right,” you said, giggling.

“No, not at all. But god it’s fun.” Both of your shoes had been discarded and Sanah continued talking. “I think I want to get a pet. Do you think Viserys would care if I got a cat? Are cats allowed in the castle?”

  “Ask Lucie, he probably has a whole litter underneath his bed.”

You both laughed heartily at that. Because the next day, you heard a meow coming from his rooms.

                                                           -✶-

“Are they always like this when they get together?” I asked my brother. Both of us were still seated at the table, our own goblets in hand. The food had been cleared and a plate of desserts was left on the oak table.

     “…yes,” Ormund said after taking another gulp.

“I don’t mind it,” I looked out the window at the moon high in the sky. A star winked at me, and an owl hooted.

   “Yes. I guess it is nice to see people have fun.” Ormund gave me a darkened look, then got up and walked towards his wife and her sister.

I watched as Ormund smoothly slid into the dance. He took both of the women’s free hands in his and whirled them around. The wine sloshed around in their cups and threatened to spill at any moment. And yet no one cared.

 It bothered me that I did. I cared so much about the spilling that my instinct was to grab the goblets and place them far out of their reach.

A voice sounded in my head then. One that I hadn’t heard in many, many years. It can always be cleaned up.

  I hadn’t heard my wife’s voice since Alicent was married. Echoes of her words found me in difficult moments. When I begged the gods for advice, for guidance or a hint of what to do.

And so, I felt it in me then. The urge to rid myself of caution. But before I could do so, I was whisked from my chair and led to the floor.

                                                       -✶-

You and Sanah had pushed the furniture out of the way to make the floor fit for dancing. Even the rug was pulled into a corner, crumpled against the wall.  It was something you used to do back in your childhood, especially when you were travelling to different cities, where your parents were performing. Nights in your shared chambers, dancing with your two sisters and younger brother. The memory overtook your mind and you stopped dancing to look at Sanah.

     “I love you,” sniffing, you engulfed your sister in a bone crunching hug.

“Ow, I love you too, gods when did you get so strong!” Sanah laughed and kissed your cheek.

  As quick as the memory came, it was chased away by the presence of your love sitting in his chair. Alone and looking peculiar, your heart reached out to him. Your hands followed suit and you fluttered towards him and pulled him from his seat.

 He was shocked, but something in his expression told you that that was exactly what he was waiting for.

You hadn’t had all that much to drink, but you weren’t used to the effects. You trusted the people in this room so much that your tongue let loose.

The words left your throat before you could think. You didn’t care if they were too forward, or wrong, or ill-thought.

“Do you still want me?”

   Those very words made Otto’s eyebrows furrow and pull together.

“Why would you ask such a thing?”

    “You haven’t sought me out.” Your words felt so vulnerable. You never thought of yourself as someone who guarded their feelings. Who hid behind a wall. And yet, these words felt too exposed. The fear of being rejected was like ice down your spine.

“I thought you didn’t want me to.” The room was quiet.

   “No, I wanted you to come to me. I always want you to come to me.” Your fears were put out like a candle.

“I’m sorry I didn’t. Truly. I-I wanted to,” his hand found your own. Hesitantly, he took it in his own. “When you left that morning, I thought that meant you didn’t want me, to see me, to be near me.”

   You let his words stay in the air for a few moments, as you stood in front of each other. Face to face, it felt like you were the only two people in the room. His large hand engulfed your own and it reminded you of that night.

You thought about the way he caressed you, gripped you, held and clutched onto your skin. You knew he had the same desire because he inched closer to you. Closer and closer until he was mere centimetres away from your lips.

  He waited, and you knew what he wanted to hear.

“Kiss me,” you whispered.

Like a ship crashing onto shore, his lips were upon yours with a fierce passion. One hand held your head in place, and the other was on your waist, pulling you towards him. The kiss lasted both seconds and years.

 When you pulled apart, Otto looked around for Sanah and Ormund, but they were no longer in the room.

  “We’re alone,” he whispered.

You shuddered and smiled.

   “Thank the gods,” you said, and you were upon him once again.

                                                             -✶-

Clothes were discarded and your naked bodies were on the lounge. The fire dwindled as Otto pushed himself inside your wet core. Your nipples were hard as Otto bit and sucked. You had already given your full, whole-hearted consent. He wouldn’t do this unless he heard those words. Otto always respected you, and your body. Enough to constantly ask for your approval. His heart would truly break if he ever hurt you.

The night’s hour was truly late, and you knew tomorrow would come soon. But you didn’t care.

 You had been thinking about this moment for days. The length of him, the way he filled you, made you whole. You felt very empty without him. Both emotionally and physically. You looked at Otto, wish his broad shoulders above you, almost shielding you from the world. His chest had spirals of black, and his nipples were small yet also perked.

 Before he started to pump in and out of you, he said three words. Ones that you knew solidified your relationship.  

       “I love you.”

You blushed, and your body bloomed red.

 “I love you too,” your words felt like a promise.

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Fighter pilot shares Top Ten Myths about 1-v-1 Air Combat

Hush KitAugust 6, 2023

10 things you shouldn’t believe about air combat

A lot of bollocks is talked about air-to-air combat, so in an effort to dispel some popular myths we approached former Air Warfare Instructor Paul Tremelling to separate the wank from the chaff. Paul is a former Sea Harrier, Super Hornet and Harrier pilot and author of this book. Over to Paul.

I’ll be honest with you. I may not have read the question which is a cardinal sin. Air combat could well mean just about anything to just about anyone. When asked for my thoughts my mind immediately went to 1 v 1. Usually assumed to only occur in the visual arena; sometimes termed Air Combat Manoeuvring, sometimes termed Basic Fighter Manoeuvres (following the usual trend for pointless rebranding), once upon a time called a ‘Dog Fight’ because ‘Cat Fight’ was already taken. That’s what came into the mind’s eye. Probably because (with the notable exception of watching a Leopard tank drive over a house one day) manoeuvring close in is probably responsible for the most compelling and exciting things my eyes have ever been asked to take in. It’s also responsible for significant periods of my eyes not working…

The idea of 1 v 1 combat is an amalgam of various threads. It makes sense that in a field where there could be a winner and a loser that there are grounds for competition. It makes sense that if one is interested in a certain technology or a given profession, then you might want to know what or who is the best at it. It makes sense from a historical stand point that one could get a relatively accurate idea about warfighting prowess in a much simplified event that closely resembled a sport. This is how we got jousting and in a historic echo this is probably why we refer to Air Combat Manoeuvring as ‘the sport of kings’; despite the very low propensity of the royals to actually give it a crack. All this combines to make 1 v 1 air combat a ripe breeding ground for all kinds of myths, misconceptions and outright lies – because the picture we have in our heads is of duelling knights obeying the rules of chivalry; going about their business to prove a simple point; probably in peacetime on largely similar mounts, on a flat field, in nice weather, both armed with the same long pole. This is a petri dish for nonsense because all sorts of things happen when lives aren’t at stake and when we try to make some incredibly complex terrain fit our ineptly simple map. 1 v 1 combat is actually about killing the opposition, who happens to be in an aeroplane. It’s about lethality, survivability, g, power, lift, speed, sensors and countermeasures. Air combat should really be viewed as jousting but where a knight is on the ground breathing his last having been shot by an archer (pun possibly intended) he knew nothing about…

A few myths for you to consider.

10. It’s all about the jet ‘God doesn’t play Top Trumps’

This is of course nonsense. We know that it’s nonsense. We even prove to ourselves that it’s nonsense by using phrases such as ‘if flown by equally talented pilots’ when comparing aircraft to show that we understand human ability has to come into the equation at some point. So how do we get ourselves into this irreconcilable piece of the Venn diagram? It’s because we have favourites. Usually based on some bias or ignorance. Which is fine – we probably mean that it’s mainly about the jet. We can probably agree that the aircraft as a weapon system is critical, but the weapon system is the aeroplane, the cueing system, weapons, the sensors, the countermeasures, other stores and the fuel load. All of which can vary dramatically from mark to mark, country to country, unit to unit and day to day.

9. These jets can always take a pounding ‘Fragile jetsculinity’

Think about an aircraft’s construction. How much of it is unnecessary? Probably very little. Unnecessary stuff costs money and adds weight. I take the point that people build in redundancy into warplanes such that they can take damage. Some warplanes can take one hell of a beating. The A-10 springs to mind. The Super Hornet had so many redundant systems that learning them was a pain. But what do you actually want a weapon fragment or 30mm (or so!) piece of metal to do? Hit something vital. How many flight paths are there through a warplane that a 30mm hole can take without hitting something? Not many. How many jets can take a missile hit in the cockpit area and survive with an intact pilot? Not many. Think about it from a weapon designer’s standpoint. He/ she wouldn’t really be earning their pay if it couldn’t crack the one job it had. Obviously things change. In World War 2 aircraft being full of a whole heap of nothing could, and did, take hundreds of rounds on occasion. The point is simple. One shell can be enough. Particularly in modern aircraft. I lost a friend to an accident that to the best of my knowledge was caused by ingestion of a single pebble – a 30mm shell is going to do more damage than that. Even if a single shot isn’t fatal – it could lead to one that is. The obvious corollary to this is that pretty much no weapons deliver a perfect kill per shot. Some fail on the rail, some in flight…and that’s before we get into weapons launched a little outside max range, a little inside minimum range or with a little too much alpha or crossing rate…those ones may not won’t work at all!

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8. Rear hemisphere guns ‘Mauser bowser’

The gun is dead handy. It is a very effective weapon so long as you can use onboard sensors, aiming symbology, skill and luck to get your bullets into the same bit of sky as an enemy. There is a myth, or at least a very clear but erroneous picture in our minds of guns kills being scored from the rear hemisphere. Of course they are and of course that is common in training. Why? Because training rules prevent you from executing a head sector shot for reasons of collision risk and because ‘slashing’ guns kills are hard to validate on tape. A kill is a kill.

Credit: Syairazie Sabiyar of Malaysia Military Aircraft Photograph

Every head sector pass is a guns kill begging to be taken. Invariably in training we will brief something along the lines of ‘Take pre-merge shots but only post merge shots to count’. This is due to the need to get into the training but in so doing we are making things significantly artificial as a good game’s a fast game and if someone’s trying to kill you then removing them sharpish is a great idea. Removing them before the fight’s even got going is a brilliant idea. I’d dearly like to engage in Basic Fighter Manoeuvres but not quite as much as I’d like to gun you in the face. The same is true of the slashing or waiting guns shot.

This involves thinking or suspecting that the enemy is going to fly through your HUD and firing with the correct amount of anticipation such that they and your deadly shot string arrive at the same time. As above…it may only take one.

7. Medium range weapons ‘Bring a cricket bat to a boxing match’

1 v 1 combat can obviously be practiced at any range you want – it just gets a little more fruity as the range decreases. This means fights can be made to fall into two buckets – beyond and within visual range. Our vision of 1 v 1 tends to be within visual range. This division is straight forward but has a number of draw backs as rules and exceptions appear neatly stacked. For example: If I know exactly where an enemy aircraft is because I can see them with my own eyes but we have yet to manoeuvre aggressively in relation to each other – has anything changed spectacularly from a second ago when I knew exactly where he was because my radar was kind enough to tell me? No. Obvs. Just because I am manoeuvring visually with an opponent does that mean that my medium range weaponry is useless? No, of course not. Some medium range weapons are truly fearsome in the visual arena and actually (think about it) have more energy than their shorter range cousins so may turn out to be the weapon of choice. It is more than possible that your medium to long range weapon is useless in a short range fight because no-one told the designer that you’d like it to work there…or the designer took the presence of the short range weapon as an excuse to over look that part of the envelope. It’s worth checking. Long and the short of it (see what I did there) it’s worth checking because your medium range weapon might well be the weapon of choice.

6. Flares work ‘Who flares wins?’

Yes of course they do. Sometimes. Do they work all of the time? No, they are clever but so are seeker heads. RF countermeasures work as well. Sometimes. They may even accidentally cause a weapon to detect a target that isn’t there and prematurely detonate. But that’s a bit of an outlier. I’m sure that most readers of this would understand that Infra Red Countermeasures don’t work at all against guns and RF guided weapons. I speak as someone who deployed IR Counter Measures against a Surface-to-Air threat that I knew was a visually aimed gun…but doing nothing felt weird. Doing something, as it turned out, felt stupid. I never really got it straight in my own mind whether or not to use counter measures pre merge – on the grounds that in my small and camouflaged aircraft, not moving relative to the enemy – I would also be unleashing dazzlingly bright magnesium. As a wise USAF head said to me one day ‘Better to be seen than be dead’. That’s true, but it’s also true that if you’re not seen they may find it harder to kill you. The counter-counter argument is that weapons are so damn fast these days that holding onto your flares until you see a launch may produce sub-optimal results. Countermeasures may work. It’s not guaranteed and one thing we can all agree on is that they will definitely run out! Shall we just leave it at that?

5. Opinions ‘Zero G contract killers’

I wanted to put this first, but thought better of it as you may give up at this point and at least you’ve read half the article. Your opinion doesn’t matter. Neither does mine so don’t get upset. What matters is the science, the context and the pilot’s ability. Too many people feel the need, or exercise the right, to talk about 1 v 1 combat without knowing what excess power is, what instantaneous or sustained turning rates are, what the actually weapon engagement zone of a specific weapon is or what sensors the platform can use to throw what shots. We’re back in that silly part of air-to-air top trumps and assignment of fighter capability based purely on what somebody said at an airshow. My brother went to a wedding once. Just about as relevant to the conversation as most opinions. Opinions need to be based upon facts. Facts to which one has actually applied conscious thought and refined with experience. Then you get an opinion. And it may still be bow-lacks.

4. It’s academic ‘If LERX could kill’

It won’t be. I was speaking to a wonderful senior officer from the USAF the other day and he co-located the nail and the hammer’s head very well. We agreed that despite the various air fleets of the free world spending years airborne and billions of pounds of aviation fuel in training – when the fight comes, it’s not going to look like an academic set up. We’re not going to charge at each other from doctrinal ranges. 1 v 1 is highly, vanishingly, unlikely to occur from being in parallel fuselages, at an agreed height and speed, confirming that both aircraft are ‘Tally’ before executing an outward and then inbound turn. Simply never going to happen. The reason we do it is the opposite. We train and train and train because when 1 v 1 happens it will be ad hoc, no notice, unscripted, unusual and fleeting. We need to be able to cope with that and the best way to do so is to give the young warriors of the free world every single opportunity to see just about every sight picture there is – so that when we do actually get into a 1 v 1 they fight and win. Quickly. By killing their opponent. If you ever hear anyone start a sentence comparing jets with the words ‘Well in an academic set up…’ feel free to get on with your pint.

3. It’s uncomplicated ‘Everything Everywhere All at Once’

By this I mean that there is a myth that one can separate 1 v 1 combat from everything else that’s going on. Air Combat is necessarily complex in itself. It’s complicated by everything else. Even if there were no other fighters knocking around, or SAMs playing you’d still have to think about distance from home plate, the weather and other factors. No real point winning the fight and crashing on the way home for lack of fuel. Actually that would be a really good way of getting a Martin-Baker tie and ensuring that you were wined and dined by the weapon manufacturer for ever. This point also talks to the environmentals that no aircraft designer can really account for. From a visual perspective what is the effect on both aircraft of having cloud around. Does it seduce IR weapons? Can it mask a fighter for a critical second? How about looking down over farmland, would that suit a particular camouflage scheme. Is it better to be up in the crystal clear blue stuff or down in the industrial haze? It’ll all depend on your system, proficiency and sometimes just a preference. It may sometimes be similar, but it’ll always be different. We’ve all been in situations where we simply cannot see the other aircraft despite knowing exactly where it is – and we’ve all had the reverse, the lucky spot on a canopy glint. We’ve all tried to run for home and been shot. We’ve all shot a runner. At least one USAF kill in GW1 was down to the enemy fighter flying themselves into the ground. They all count.

2. It’s protracted ‘Time ain’t on your sidestick’

I actually fell out with a USN buddy over this. Not in a fisticuff sort of way but rather a fundamental belief sort of way. This hero, and he was a hero, believed that 1 v 1 combat was a continuum in which one flowed from one manoeuvre into the next. I was very much of the mindset that I would do anything I could to get the first shot off even if that left me poorly placed for a follow on encounter. My rationale was that there wouldn’t be one.

You need to get the nose on ‘HOBS choice’

Typhoon pilot wearing the ‘Warty Toad Hat’ (WTH). Electric hats have changed the game.

Nope. Not anymore. Not for a long time. Helmet mounted displays changed the game a long time ago. Early versions were fielded by the South African Air Force and then on aircraft such as the MiG-29. We all got incredibly bunched about the threat’s ability to throw an off boresight shot at us, before we remembered that we could throw one a similar angle off boresight (away from straight forward) using the radar. Then we got bunched again because working the HOTAS and watching a screen whilst manoeuvring hard isn’t quite the same ‘User Experience’ as some form of evil eye attached to your bone dome. The fact is that helmet mounted cue-ing systems changed the game and in many ways wrote a cheque that High Off Boresight (HOBS) weapons cashed. Why strive to get into the Control Zone (that bit of sky behind the enemy from which he cannot eject you kinematically) when you can simply look at the enemy and unleash a AIM-9X or other similar weapon? These weapons are extraordinary. Some can be launched over 90 degrees off boresight. Just picture what that looks like as compared to the WW1 experience of getting to height, finding the enemy and starting to circle. It looks like anything in your bit of airspace to be shot. We no longer need to stop at HMS either. How about targeting an aircraft that you can’t see other than as a track being passed to you via datalink? Can you imagine how annoying it would be to be in danger of winning a 1 v 1 only to soak up a shot that was cue-ed using a data link track from a third fighter?

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Ranking of Kings: Hell and Demons

Offered to Jesus through Mary

Matthew 22:13 “Then the king said to the attendants, ‘Bind him hand and foot and cast him into the outer darkness. In that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’”

Spoilers?

No big spoilers this time around. I’ll refer to one scene and one character out of context, but that’s all. If this whets your appetite for the show then go ahead and watch it. If not, then still give it a try. It’s a good show that keeps you hooked. Not to mention the second opening is a banger.

Our Topic

Towards the end of the show, we’re shown a depiction of hell where the souls of the damned are eaten, regurgitated, reformed, and then eaten again ad infinitum. If this reminds you of Dante’s Inferno, you’re not alone. Also, good job! Being well-read in literature guarantees you pick up on all the inside jokes and references people make. Setting aside the early Italian renaissance – what’s important here is that Hell isn’t just a fiery time out corner. The damned aren’t just thrown into Hell. They are actively punished while in Hell and they’ll be in Hell forever. This should properly terrify us. If we think the “sweet release of death” frees us from all our problems, we may be in for a rude awakening.

The unnamed demon eating someone’s soul.

But before we get too gloomy, let’s take a step back. Ranking of Kings did a good job showing us how horrific hell is. But if this article is going to serve a purpose, we should see how someone ends up in Hell. We could say ultimately this is done by rejecting salvation through Christ. That’s the general answer. For specific answers we can look at all the various ways someone separates himself from Christ. For now, I’d like to focus only on one way: pacts with devils. If we believe the rising statistics of people claiming to worship pagan gods, then we shouldn’t be surprised that more people – knowingly or unknowingly – are entering into pacts or contracts with devils.  

In Ranking of Kings things are comically straightforward. Miranjo, a young woman, has made a pact with a demon who tells her upfront “when you die, I’ll devour your soul”. We might dismiss this and say “she was desperate, and it was for the sake of the plot.” That’s fine with me. I’m not trying to prove or disprove her character. Pay attention to what the demon says. It’s simplistic, sure, but the pact made between Miranjo and the demon demonstrates truths about our spiritual warfare this side of Heaven. Contracts are a two-way street. Each party does something for or to the other. But this doesn’t mean both sides are equal. In making a pact or contract with a demon, a human places himself under that creature’s power structure in the hopes that one metaphysically higher than himself can achieve what he cannot.

Christ casting out demons

Here’s the catch. Demons cannot guarantee their side of the bargain. All their actions are confined by the permissive will of God. They serve the father of lies, so why should we believe anything they promise?

Alternatively, the Paschal Mystery of Christ is what establishes a new covenant (i.e. contract) between God and mankind. In Baptism we die and rise with Christ. This takes us out from the domain and power structure of sin and death and places us in our Heavenly Father’s house. Only by our own free choices do we find ourselves outside such divine protection.

Okay, so what?

I don’t expect many readers to have experimented with occult practices. Again, good job! But regardless of our history, I want to recommend a simple practice: repeating the renunciations made at our Baptism. It’s a small way of reminding ourselves who exactly we’ve put our trust and hope in. Let us firmly say I do to the follow.

Do you renounce Satan?

And all his works?

And all his empty show?

Do you believe in God, the Father almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth?

Do you believe in Jesus Christ, His Son, our Lord, who was born of the Virgin Mary, suffered death and was buried, rose again from the dead and is seated at the right hand of the Father?

Do you believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting?

St. Justin Martyr, pray for us!

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In the Wilderness

When was the last time you felt that God was placing in a season on separation? In that moment how did it feel ? Did you feel a sense of "what now"? Or was you empowered that he would call you to such a time of great reflection? Interesting enough, the attacks only intensify because the enemy [the devil] can see you’re at your most fragile state and during that season, temptation seems to be at an all time high. All of a sudden old friends, love interest and old crushes seem to easily find you and now they want to take interest. Funny huh. Don’t take the bait. From experience it doesn’t end well. It plays tricks on the mind and those games are a test. 

People say that God will not test but indeed he does. Many times in the bible God has tested his servants to understand more of their will and resistance to the opposing side. You may say, well God knows all that is to come before it even happens. Yes. Yet we all have free will and we make the conscience decision and by our own wrestle with choosing what is right, it pleases God. Do you want to please God? Are you ready to make that sacrifice and walk in the wilderness with him? I know I am. As a matter of fact. I have. 

I would lay my life down and everything I have in order to be in his grace. This world , you can have it ! I long for my Sacred Encounter with the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords. Fill my cup and let it runneth over. I aim to serve the King and be a humbled and most faithful servant. How about you? 

I digress, In your moment in the Wilderness can you recant the multiple times you have been tested by the adversary and he spoke into your ear about the sweet temptations of your past life? Conflicting isn't it. The want to indulge in sin due to you carnal and sinful nature. He makes it sound so great I bet. In my hear he would consistently whisper , "just one more time and we are done" There has been times during my journey I did fall. Soon as I fell , consumed by guilt and the overwhelming feeling of disgust. It is almost like I can hear the demons laughing and taunting as they walked out of the room. Leaving me there alone, I can feel the draft, I can hear the creaks of the front door as the wind blew past. I looked for God and although he was there I couldn’t feel him. It felt as if he walked out the room as well. Then I asked "for what ? Why did I indulge?" I don’t even feel good.  I fervently prayed. I repented and then tried to carry on with my day in hopes to forget. At that moment I was ensnared and the enemy [the devil] didn’t need to whisper to me anymore. Interesting huh. I found it to be hilarious. Being used to defile your body and sin against God is horrible feeling. 

1 John 1:9 reads

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.

When you are in that pit of darkness trying to fathom the thought of how you got here, you begin to feed into the doubt on if you are worthy enough to walk this path of righteousness. I am here to inform you that it is not too late. You need to rise up once again and rebuke the enemy and get back on your track with God. 

Provers 28:13 reads

Whoever conceals their sins does not prosper, but the one who confesses and renounces them finds mercy.

We can not hide from God, as bold as you are to hide in the shadows and commit acts of sin. You should be bold enough to stand before him and admit your wrong doing. Then, you will find mercy and redemption. It is easier said than done I know, believe me. I grappled with this many times along my journey. I will detail to you all , as you continue to progress it does become easier. I didn't say you won't be without struggle but you will struggle with the Lord. The feeling of accomplishment you gain is too great. 

First you need to learn your triggers when you are resisting sin. Second, you need to find ways to combat when you are feeling these urges or temptations. I turn to the word and I quote scripture. Third, you need to be able to ask God to remove desires from your heart and connect with him as to why you are feeling this way. Do not resist and ignore , for a human thing is for us to run when something is chasing us. Stand firm and look temptation in the face and shout  YOU WILL NOT WIN! YOU HAVE NO POWER HERE! THIS IS A TEMPLE GOD AND YOUR PRACTICES WILL NO LONGER DEFILE MY TEMPLE AND CORRUPT MY CHARACTER! 

Acknowledgement is the strongest form of acceptance. It will allow you to think more clearly and be able to make better informed decisions. Exercising that control over what God has blessed you with [your body] is a beautiful thing. Time to take back that power. While we are in the wilderness making our own way into his grace and earning his salvation. Understand that it comes at a high cost. Jesus Christ died on the cross for your sins, do you think you wont have to die as well, to sinful nature, lustful eyes , flesh and greed. It is his will , let it be done. 

God said in my favorite scripture, Exodus 14:14 - Be still and I will fight for you. 

Powerful!

In my revelation I realized I had my Sacred Encounter 

In this season in your life, do you feel you are in the wilderness ?

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 446

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 11: FROM BEGINNING OF CREATION 10

Exo 40:4 And THOU SHALT BRING IN THE TABLE, AND SET IN ORDER THE THINGS THAT ARE TO BE SET IN ORDER UPON IT; and thou shalt bring in the candlestick, and light the lamps thereof. KJV

MORE DECREES

So beloved, you are seeing that we’ve not left Genesis Chapter 1 yet because it is loaded with specific and essential guidelines to profitable living.

We are seeing [now] that our DECREES must cover about 3 major aspects:

1. Decree to Create with your Raw Material

2. Decree to State and determine the Purpose of your Product, and

3. Decree to establish the Discipline and “Modus Operandi” of Products.

Gen 1:16 And God made the two great lights: the greater light to be the ruler of the day, and the smaller light to be the ruler of the night: and he made the stars. BBE

After declaring the purpose of the Lights, there must be Discipline and an “ORDER OF SERVICE” to keep them in full essence till the end of Time.

Gen 1:14 God said, “Let there be lights in the expanse of the sky to separate the day from the night, and LET THEM BE SIGNS TO INDICATE SEASONS AND DAYS AND YEARS, NET

24/7 started from Creation days and will be till end of Times. That’s the DISCIPLINE.

Every Product made for markets, comes with “User Guide” to ensure it is used in a specific ORDER so as to prolong its essence and maximize it’s impact during use.

Warranty is only valid if “Consumer” has used the Products by correctly applying specified guidelines and Time.

Jer 33:20 I, THE LORD, HAVE AN AGREEMENT WITH DAY AND NIGHT, SO THEY ALWAYS COME AT THE RIGHT TIME. YOU CAN'T BREAK THE AGREEMENT I MADE WITH THEM, CEV

That scripture is simply telling us that the Rising & Setting of the SUN is set in Definite ORDER and can’t be broken by any means till the end of TIME itself.

This is the beauty of what profound AUTHORITY should be applied for: keeping thing under Discipline & ORDER.

2Ch 34:16 who then gave it to the King. And along with the book, he gave this report: “The job is complete - EVERYTHING you ORDERED done is DONE. MSG

Beloved, whatever your field of calling, when you have given ORDERS for Creation, Purpose & Discipline of your “PRODUCT” but any of your orders is flaunted or disregarded - both spiritually and/or literally, just go back to God and amend your ways [where there is Sin] then come back and give the same ORDER again.

Everything will fall into place.

1Sa 30:6 David was in great distress because THE PEOPLE IN THEIR BITTERNESS SAID HE SHOULD BE STONED. (They were thinking of their sons and daughters. BUT DAVID FOUND STRENGTH IN THE LORD HIS GOD.) GW

In the previous Chapter, David made the mistake of trying to join forces with the Philistines - Israel's sworn enemies - in fighting against Israel, which was then under King Saul’s leadership.

How could he have ever hoped to lead Israel later, after killing dedicated soldiers of Israel.

Thank God he was prevented, but Ziklag’s fall seemed clearly his punishment for that stand.

1Sa 30:8 Then David prayed to the LORD. "Should I chase the people who took our families? Will I catch them?" The Lord answered, "Chase them. You will catch them, and you will save your families." ERV

Thank God for Mercies. David recovered all lost thing and his full Authority was restored, and hence, his respect was fully reestablished.

David now sent spoils of war to all Israel.

1Sa 30:26 And when David came to Ziklag, he sent some of the goods to the responsible men of Judah, and to his friends, saying, Here is an offering for you from the goods of those who were fighting against the Lord; BBE

Imagine if he had joined the Philistines in Chapter 29. that would have dented the ORDER of his Destiny very badly.

You will not abuse your given Divine Authority, IN JESUS NAME.

Come back on Wednesday, as we proceed in digging into this inspiring Sub-Subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Monday, December 18, 2023

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The biblical 7 times of judgement against God are over

The 7 times first appears in Genesis 4:15 where Yahweh states a punishment for whoever kills Cain. I believe Yahweh God had to have killed him, either by the flood or just natural causes that God created. This means that vengeance is served out 7 times, or seven years, and counting each day as a year. Yahweh let’s us know more specifically how long this time will last. At Daniel 12:11-13 the messenger angel tells Daniel it will be for 1,290 days and also 1,335 days until the end of the days. These two periods of time do not overlap, but are separate times we add together. When you do the math, it works out to be just a little longer than 7 years. Why break it into two pieces? Because something big happened at the middle, around 685CE in the Middle East. Islam began and became the biggest religion in the area, and it still is.

How do I arrive at my calculation? When do I start counting? The 70 years were first prophesied at Jeremiah 25:11,12 in the fourth year of king Jehoiakim. Which is right after king of Babylon first came to Jerusalem and subjugated it, recorded at Daniel 1:1-3. These events fulfilled prophecy from Isaiah 39:6,7. Babylon kept coming back to Jerusalem, and taking more people and goods back to Babylon. Eventually Solomon’s temple was burnt to the ground.

So the time to start is about 606BCE. I don’t know exactly, and I think that’s the way Yahweh wants it. We are on Yahweh’s time, he’s doing us a favor by letting us know. But the end is here. 606BCE + 1,290 years = 685 CE + 1,335 years = 2020CE. The time of judgement has been served. Now what is going to happen?

We need to individually turn ourselves over to God Yahweh, the God of Abraham, Moses and Jesus in prayer and truth. We need to make Yahweh our God and King. Make good choices so good things can happen. There’s enough bad out there, we should try to not add to it. Be kind. Do to others as you would want them to do to you. Turn the other cheek. Repent for sins, and truly try to not sin anymore. Be grateful, and thank Yahweh God in prayer for all the good things we appreciate. Read the bible, try to understand it. There’s a lot there, but good thing we have long lives to take it all in and continue learning from it. I don’t believe it’s all correct, but what’s left and been changed is there for a reason. Hopefully we can appreciate what matters.

Yahweh awesome!

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September 17. 2023

September 17, 2023

Twenty-Fourth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Sirach 27:30-28:7

The author makes a powerful case for forgiveness.

Psalm 103

The psalmist describes God’s forgiveness

Romans 14: 7-9

Paul reminds the Romans to whom they belong.

Matthew 18: 21-35

Matthew’s parable today also speaks about forgiveness.

Forgiveness is so visibly present in our readings today.

I am sure we can all call to mind the forgiveness others have extended to you.  It offers us such a relief, and the removal of a weight on our hearts.

I remember a careless mistake I made with an e-mail I sent when I chaired the Mercy Board, and our beloved Sue Johnson, Mercy’s President, was so kind to me.  But I carried the guilt for a long time. We have all been there either asking for forgiveness or receiving it.

The parable in today’s Gospel is a heart wrenching one. We might ask why did the servant get into so much debt?  It is clear he had no way of paying it back.  We think of families these days who struggle to pay their bills and their credit is so damaged.  College loans wight heavily on many. And then we are told about folks who misuse government covid money or steal another’s identity. 

Imagine the call today’s debtor receives from the King, and the embarrassment he faces and when his behavior is exposed.  The scene is a hard one to think about.  The debtor faces his own personal sale as well as that of his family and children. Imagine the future that awaits the whole family.  Wife and children who may have been so innocent.  The image reminds us of places and times in our nation when slaves were bought and sold and separated from their spouses and children.  No matter the reason for the servant’s choices, his punishment was painful.

All these actions are is set into sharp contrast on many levels to the next two phases of the story.  The King responds to the servant’s plight and note, forgives the whole debt.  The text tells us, “…he was moved with compassion.”  Was it the wife or children that changed his mind or just a compassionate heart?

Why did the servant ignore what had happed to him and treat his fellow servant in a manner that was just rejected by his master?  Obviously, his fellow servant heard about the Masters’ generosity and hoped to be a recipient of such kindness.  But, the forgiven debtor began to “choke” his “fellow” servant.  A co-worker!  What a contrast to his own story.

This parable is loaded with messages.  To whom in the story do we relate? What message is Jesus trying to share with Peter’s question and with us?  “How often must I forgive?”

The Gospel parable does not ask us to forget harm done to us or even to excuse it, but to seek the grace to forgive the person who has harmed us.  The ancient Old Testament Book of Sirach advises us “Could anyone refuse mercy to another like himself, can he seek pardon for his own sins?”

I believe “Love of neighbor” does not mean we excuse the hurt or harm done to us but try to understand and remember the many ways we have been forgiven.  Forgiveness does not mean we ignore what has happened.  It does mean that we refuse to respond to our hurt by hurting the other. The Psalmist confirms this view when he writes, “God pardons all our iniquities and heals all your ills.”

These massages are not easy for any of us.  Ancient words ring true today.  “Think of the commandments, hate not your neighbor; remember the Most High’s covenant and overlook faults.” (Sirach)  These words are difficult as we look around us and see so much suffering, lies, and abuse of others.  May we ask for God’s grace to at least begin the process.  To seek forgiveness where we need to, and try to forgive those who have deeply hurt us. “Forgave your neighbor’s injustice.” (Sirach)

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Today's Daily Encounter Wednesday, May 24, 2023

The Significance of the Teacher

"Remain in me, as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me."1

Recently, I read a beautiful legend about a king who decided to set aside a special day to honor his greatest subject. When the big day arrived, there was a large gathering in the palace courtyard. Four finalists were brought forward, and from these four, the king would select the winner.

The first person presented was a wealthy philanthropist. The king was told that this man was highly deserving of the honor because of his humanitarian efforts. He had given much of his wealth to the poor.

The second person was a celebrated physician. The king was told that this doctor was highly deserving of the honor because he had rendered faithful and dedicated service to the sick for many years.

The third person was a distinguished judge. The king was told that the judge was worthy because he was noted for his wisdom, his fairness, and his brilliant decisions.

The fourth person presented was an elderly woman. Everyone was quite surprised to see her there because her manner was quite humble, as was her dress. She hardly looked the part of someone who would be honored as the greatest subject in the kingdom. What chance could she possibly have, when compared to the other three, who had accomplished so much? Even so, there was something about her, the look of love in her face, the understanding in her eyes, her quiet confidence.

The king was intrigued, to say the least, and somewhat puzzled by her presence. He asked who she was. The answer came: "You see the philanthropist, the doctor, and the judge? Well, she was their teacher!"

The woman had no wealth, no fortune, and no title, but she had unselfishly given her life to produce great people. There is nothing more powerful or more Christ-like than sacrificial love and the time invested in others. The king had not seen the value in the humble lady. He missed the significance of the teacher.

God has placed people in our lives who have helped our development as disciples of Jesus in one way or another. I think of people like Elsie, the elderly woman who took me under her wing when I was a child and taught me how to pray, and Mrs. Wentworth, my Sunday school teacher, who was there when I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior. Others may have seen them like the elderly woman in the story above, but to me, these godly women played an integral part in creating a firm foundation of faith for me to continue growing. There was one thing that both women had in common… they abided in The Vine, as He in them. Because of this their lives produced much fruit that remains to this day, even though they have been in the presence of the Lord for some time now.

Let this example serve as an encouragement to us friends. Do you want to have a lasting impact in the lives of others? Would you like to see them reach their God given potential? How amazing would it be to see those we served go on to do amazing things for the Kingdom of God? We will only be able to develop disciples if we are disciples ourselves. If we try to do things our way, separate from Jesus, our work will be in vain. But when we remain in Jesus, and allow Him to remain in us, we will produce good fruit.

Suggested prayer: "Dear God, help me never forget the significance of staying connected to you, my teacher. Please work in my life, prune me where needed, and allow me to produce much fruit for your glory and honor. Because apart from you, I can do nothing. Thank you for hearing and answering my prayer. In Jesus' name, amen."John 15:4 (NIV).

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4/14/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

1st Samuel 21-24

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological. I'm Jill. Today is the 14th day of April. We are cruising right along in this month, almost to the midway point. I am so glad that you are here. It is my joy, my pleasure, and really what an honor it is to be here reading the Bible for us individually, collectively and in this beautiful global community. We are continuing today this riveting story of King Saul and David fleeing King Saul, and Jonathan saying goodbye to his very best friend. And we're going to see how the story unfolds today. We're reading from today First Samuel, chapters 21 through 24. And we're reading this week the New Living translation. I almost said weeding. We are weeding this week. My brain said it. Thankfully, my mouth said something different. First Samuel chapter 21.

Commentary:

I think we're really starting to see the character of King Saul. And not only that, we are seeing the character of David. We know from previous day stories that David and Jonathan's friendship have been jeopardized because of Saul's insecurity. But now we're starting to see Saul's paranoia by thinking that Ahemalek and all of his family that served as priests are conspiring against him. You once again just see his insecurity dripping out all over people. A family of priests. And when Ahemalek tries to be the voice of reason, who else but David has been as faithful to you? He does not like that response and has them killed. Acute thunder. Yes, thank you. I couldn't have set that up better if I tried. And I think this is a really important point to make. It is easy to think that evil lurks outside and it's just on the cusp. It's all around us and it's trying to make its way in. But we're talking about King Saul, a man picked by God. I've heard it said recently and it hit hard and it has now sunk deep. Sin is not an outside problem. Sin is an internal issue for all of us to deal with. And I don't know, I don't know the theology to say evil. What separates evil and sin? What defines evil? What defines sin? There are theological bunny trails that can lead us to more and more and more questions. But we have a king appointed by God, whose jealousy, whose insecurity, whose pride is doing a lot of damage. And maybe we could call this good versus evil or some other simplified comparison, but really, if we're looking at the heart of man against man, we're looking at a man full of pride, who is extremely insecure, and we're looking at a man after the heart of God who is walking in pure humility. And we see this in David's response when he actually has Saul cornered. And so a very riveting story this week and a very hefty hearty internal look at our own hearts and allowing God to clean up some things that need cleaned. And what a beautiful promise that we don't have to do that work alone. So we'll see how the story unfolds, cause it's not over with yet. 

Prayer:

Father, we thank you for your word today. We thank you for being present with us every moment this week. We thank you for your love for us. We thank you for seeing this example of humility in David and what a painful look it can be. And just seeing our own pride, our own insecurity, our own jealousy spilling over onto people that we probably love the most sometimes. But we thank you for your forgiveness. We thank you for repentance and we thank you for change. We pray this now in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen. 

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Community Prayer Line:

Hello, DABC. This is Tanya calling from Suffolk. I wanted to lift up justice from Memphis, Tennessee, and also Unashamed of the Gospel called in. His wife is going to go in to have, I think he said their little baby on April 12. Heavenly Father, I lift up unashamed of the Gospel and his wife along with the little baby to be born. Heavenly Father, I just want to thank you Lord God for being worth of her during this time of pregnancy. Thank you for being with her husband. Just thank you for your love and support all around. Heavenly Father and dear Lord, I'm asking in the mighty name of Jesus that as the day come for her delivery father, I'm just praying and believing that they will deliver a healthy baby and you will be in the presence. Lord, I just want to thank you right now in the mighty name of Jesus. Heavenly Father. Justin from Tennessee. Heavenly Father, I want to thank you for allowing him to call in. Heavenly Father, want to thank you God for being the almighty God that you are dillo. I'm praying for, heal and deliverance for him right now in the mighty name of Jesus. Father, did you just heal him? Father. From the inside out, father. From the top of his head to the sole of his feet, Lord God. Because Lord God, you can do all things but fail. Heavenly Father, no weapon formed against justice shall prosper. We just claim and believe that right now in total healing for him, father, for his mind, father, that he would be the person, Lord God, that you have chosen him to be, Lord God. And we just love you Lord. Continue to lift you up, Lord God, in the mighty name of Jesus. Amen. Dabs here. As always, I love you guys. And also I just want to let you know that my daughter Keanu has came home by the grace of God that she is doing better and I just thank God for healing and deliverance at such a time of this. You guys continue to keep me and my family in prayers and I know that God can do all things but fail. And I love you all. Continue to be encouraged. Have a great day.

Hi everyone. This is Christy from Kentucky. Happy Easter. I have a prayer request. I have a friend named Christy. I've never actually met her but we met online and she's a lovely young woman. We share the same first and last name. That's how we got connected. She's in the hospital with pneumonia and is septic. She's asked me to please pray and I told her that I would send this prayer request and that it would go all the way around the world. So thank you so much for praying for her. I'm also asking you for continued prayers for my beautiful husband as he walks through this journey. And we are waiting for the manifestation of God's healing on his body. We so appreciate all of your prayers. We love you all and we pray that you enjoy this beautiful Easter Day as we celebrate the resurrection of our amazing Jesus Christ. I love you guys. I pray each of you have a most blessed and lovely day.

Good morning, DABC family. This is Lady of Victory on Monday, April 10. Just wanted to chime in and hope everybody first of all has an amazing resurrection Sunday and looking forward to what God is going to do in our lives. So this message or prayer is going on to my precious Braden. I have a grandson named Aiden, so anybody who has a name like Kaden or Brayden always captures my heart. Brayden I thought it was so precious that you wanted to pray for your friend Eli. So let's pray. God, I thank you for this mighty young man of valor, God, who is concerned about the things that are concerning that concerns you and the things of you at such a young age. I pray, God, that he'll be able to speak a life into Eli in such a way that Eli will see one the love of you and the love of his friend that will cause him to say yes. And that eventually Eli will lead his family to the Lord. God, I pray that you would just anoint little Brayden's mouth to say the exact words that need to be said to Eli, that'll prick his little heart, to say yes to your will and to your way, God. And I pray that they will become disciples of each other and eventually disciples of Eli's parents. I pray, God, that you would just watch over them as they go back and forth to school, cover them under the blood of Jesus. God, I pray that you will seal this relationship till they older and they'll become even better friends, God. And also, this prayer is for Adrian. God, I ask that you would just continue to comfort her heart from the loss that she has experienced, and to know that she's never walking alone, that you're with her in Jesus name.

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Hue and Cry XVII

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), trauma, some elements untagged.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: The reader and Zemo try to figure out what’s next.

Note: Hey, I banged this out quicker than expected. This part went longer than I expected to not as much happened as I thought hahaha. But here we go, again.(I will try to update the masterlist asap)

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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MASTERLIST

Two Summers Later

The sun raised beads of sweat across your brow, even in the shadow of the tree. A gentle breeze rolled over the grass now and again, a soft sort of heat. You laid across the blanket in your thin dress, a subtle movement beside you, low babbling and grasping fingers. You breathed in the scent of pollen and watched the lush leaves sway above.

The footsteps were light but he was careful not to frighten you. The baby girl murmured, over a year old now. She stood, unsteadily, and he caught her before she stumbled too far. His shadow loomed above you as he lifted Elina and smiled at her round cheeks.

“How is my little baroness?” he cooed as he bounced her and her gibberish grew louder as she grabbed at his pale tunic, “my lady?” he peered down at you, “you look… serene.”

“She likes to watch the cloud but it’s much too bright today,” you sat up and grabbed your cane from against the trunk. Lord Zemo offered his hand and helped you to your feet, “so we have watched the bloom instead.”

“She is getting big. More agile,” he commented as she tugged at his beard. He’d grown it over the winter but hadn’t cut it even in the heat. She liked to pet it and you suspected that was the reason for his obstinacy, “how will you keep up with her?”

“I have learned,” you poked him with the tip of your cane, “still learning.”

“Very quickly,” he praised, “the accent is better,” he pinched two fingers together, “I almost believe you a woman of this land.”

“Sometimes I believe it myself,” you went to the bench and sat heavily. Your hip never healed quite as it had been before so you limped with the carved wood capped with silver and made the best of it, “bring her here,” you set the can aside and pulled the thin scarf over your shoulders, “she should eat.”

“I told you, a wet nurse would do her better,” he neared and handed her over after a final peck on her cheek, “and she is getting older. She eats at the table now.”

“She will have some proper food when we get in,” you covered her against your chest and unlaced the front of your gown, “I like having her close.”

He nodded and paced through the grass. He removed his silk cap and ran his fingers through his dark hair. He was anxious as of late, you noticed only because it was an unusual trait for him. He sighed as he tucked his hat into his belt.

“Would you tell me?” you asked sharply as Elina latched.

“Tell you what?” he tilted his head coyly.

“What makes you uneasy?” you urged.

The tugging in your chest calmed you as you cradled your daughter close. When she was born, that had been difficult. She reminded you of her father then but now she was yours. She was the only gift he’d ever given you.

“It is… complicated,” he said with a frown, “I think it best we put the child down before we talk on it.”

“If you wish,” you relented, “Werner says she is doing well. I went to him this morning.”

“And you?” Zemo crossed his arms, “does he say you are doing well?”

You kept one arm around Elina and unthinkingly brushed the scar that stretched from your hairline to your chin, a rippled line along your cheek, one of a dozen markers of that fateful day. You still dreamed of it but they weren’t so much nightmares as vague memories.

“I will need the cane so long as I live,” you said and dropped your arm back under the scarf, “the scars will fade but not entirely. I suppose none of that matters.”

He nodded and rubbed his chin as he began to pace again, “back from the dead,” he mused, “we have a legend here, about a woman, a queen…” he went on, “she married a king who did not love her nor she him. He wanted another and he was… quite intent on it. So he accused her of adultery and witchery and passed on her the harshest sentence; she was drawn and quartered, pulled apart by horses.

“We have since done away with such punishments, too savage, but the legend goes that they buried the parts of her and the king married his lover on her grave. The gods saw it as an affront, the lies, the trial held in their names, the death imparted in the same vein, and then a mocking marriage on the site of their sins…

“In her casket, her body reformed though she still showed the signs of her fate. She climbed out of her resting place and visited her king in the night. She’d never done that before you see because he had no love for her, he never even tried, and she tore him piece by piece, worse even then the horses. Fingers, toes, tongue… balls, every bit of him plucked little by little until he was nothing.

“The legend never did say where she went after that, her grave was found disturbed and her body gone. Those women who suffer with violent or cruel men, they pray to her, they burn candles for her, and even, they kill their men for her.”

“Why are you saying all this?” you interrupted as you wiped up your chest and clumsily tied up the laces of your dress as Elina slobbered down it.

“Because I see you are reformed like the queen but I wonder, where is your sense of vengeance?”

You were quiet as you fixed your dress and lifted Elina above the scarf to pat her back. Soon she would no longer take the nipple and you were stubborn to keep it up for so long but the time passed and the thought of separation frightened you. Soon she would be old enough to realise how odd everything was and she would ask questions. You weren’t sure if you could ever answer them.

“Take her please,” you held her out and he came to lift her. He set her down on her feet instead and held her hand as she took some steps. She grew more bold by the minute. He bent as he ushered her around. You planted your cane in the ground and stood, “vengeance,” you said carefully, “I remember you warned me not to trust you, is that why? Are you ready to use me against him?”

“I always knew you were clever,” he smiled as Elina bent her legs and bounced in place. He chuckled at her and suddenly scooped her up. He tossed her and caught her as she trilled in excitement, “the time comes closer but the path is not clearer.”

You watched him as he stilled your daughter and balanced her against his side, “I don’t know if I can ever face him again,” you confessed.

“That is not what I ask,” he said, “it is not what I intend but...the winds begin to blow and I must let them carry me.”

You followed him as he set off towards the castle, The Tower Zemo, a bastion of brick among the grasslands. It was so tall one could see for miles in any direction and it could be seen in turn from just as far. He was patient as your cane plunked down after each step and he made silly faces at Elina.

“You have bided me longer than I expected. And her,” you said as you approached the open doors of the castle. The stairs were another task but you’d learned to take them with your hip.

“Her? You think I forsake her her father? She is nothing like him,” he replied as he waited at the tip of the steps, “and she is all the good parts of you. All that he didn’t take.”

“I am indebted to you, I am aware of that, but you do not attempt to collect your dues,” you challenged as you came level to him, “it makes me wary.”

“Would it be too… ridiculous to say that she is payment enough,” he smiled at your daughter, “she has brightened many of my days here.”

“It is because I know how things are. How it works among you noblemen,” you countered, “there is something more you want.”

“Tess,” he called and the pudgy maid appeared, “she is hungry, see that she is fed before she is laid down.”

“My lord,” Tess took the child eagerly and poked her nose playfully, “come here, little poppy.”

You watched her go as she began to sing to Elina. Her voice carried through the corridors as her wide hips swayed and her white hair wisped from under her cap. The old woman had seen your daughter into the world and since helped keep her there.

“So what is it you haven’t told me?” you turned on Zemo.

“Wouldn’t you like to sit?” he asked slyly.

“You are welcome to recline, sir, but I would hear you now. I’ve waited long enough,” you insisted.

“Well…” he took a deep breath and walked ahead of you. He turned back and clapped his hand together as the summer flowed in through the open doors, “I must send you away.”

“Send me away?” you gulped and looked to the door which Tess had just taken your daughter through.

“You will have Elina, I am not heartless,” he said, “though I will miss the little baroness.”

“Where are we going?” you quivered in relief.

“I have a castle on the lake, Heinrich’s Creek,” he explained, “it is a lovely little place. My mother’s favourite of my family’s holds. It is far away from court, further than this, and safe. Only my blood knows where it lies and… so only me and those who I would have escort you.”

“And why? Why do we have to go? Why now?” you prodded.

“I have received a letter from your King Samuel, co-signed by my own king. A party is on the road already and I have been once more tasked with hosting the negotiations. Your people are persistent. They will come here and I will represent the kingdom in these meetings and hopefully I can appease them quick enough that I needn’t worry about them sniffing around,” Zemo bristled, “I have not been allowed the privilege to know of who I host but any in the capital for the tournament, they would know the woman who gave them such a violent finale.”

“And after?”

“We will see how it unfolds first. It will be a chance to gain a measure of the climate. I might even hear after your former keeper, then I will decide what needs be done,” his dark eyes narrowed as mischief ticked in his cheek.

“Why?” you asked, “why cling to it?”

“I am as stubborn as he,” he said carefully, “I was willing to set it aside but he could not. And, my lady, if you haven’t the fire left for your vengeance then I can simply take it upon my own wrath. 

“Perhaps it is low of me but how he treated me, how he chased me out even if it did prove convenient to my deceit, it cannot be forgotten. And your people, the war I fought against them, they come to us for help and yet they still boast of their victory. I was there, no one won those battles.”

“So it is all a game of war?”

“Oh, no, I do not long for another war but… retribution leaves few options for the wronged,” he said.

You lowered your chin and moved around him. You sat on the stool by the wall and leaned back against the stone. “And if it put Elina in danger?”

“That is the last thing I want to do. That is why I would send you away.”

“But you said it yourself, you will have need for me… what then?”

He sniffed and his sole scuffed on the floor, “I promised you Elina’s safety, her life. You knew yours wasn’t part of the bargain.”

“I know but… if you--”

“I have friends who can see to the girl. I have made arrangements for the little baroness.”

“But--”

“It was never a title I gave her lightly,” he intoned, “she has noble blood and I have no heir. She will grow, she will live, she will flourish.”

You gripped your cane tightly and ran your nails along your skirt, “when do we leave?”

“Within the month. The party will not be here so soon, their progress will be hampered by the heat. There are droughts in the west.”

“And we will be safe at the Creek?”

“Impenetrable,” he assured, “enjoy your time there with your daughter.”

“While it lasts, right?” you uttered.

He looked away grimly and brushed his knuckles against this beard, “we both knew this wouldn’t go on forever.”

“Yes, we knew,” you stood and held your hip, “but you can’t blame me for hoping it would.”

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"What!?" Straw yelps, flinching back, "b-b-but why would you... you..."

Instantly the Sins and a certain Trio of Knights were back on guard, Elizabeth tense as she asks,

"Why?"

"What do you mean why, he's a demon and my brother as well! He needs to be with his own kind!" Zeldris, sensing the tension, began to growl.

"Yeah right! Captain was doing just fine without you!" Diane scoffed while King nodded along, somewhat hesitant. Afterall he had been the one to have a panic attack about whether or not Straw really was doing as well as he appeared.

"You tried to kill the Cap'n no even ten minutes ago! Do you seriously expect us to just hand him over ta ya!?" Ban grunted, coming up to place a possessive hand on Straw' shoulder as he glared at the demons, "How do we know you ain't gonna kill him?"

"Of course I'm not going to kill him! The guy doesn't even remember what he did to deserve it, that'd be cruel!" Zeldris snapped, "He's still a demon and should be with his own kind,I doubt you all will be able to help him with his powers or learning to control them."

"Plus I highly doubt he's healthy right now..." Galand snorted, "Demons are pack orientated creatures and the kid's spent a millenia separated from any other demon alive. Right now he's probably only as healthy as he is cuz he don't realize the problem!"

"Wasn't that his own choice!? You said yourself he left the demon clan!" Elizabeth pointed out, "And Straw is perfect healthy I'm sure of it!"

"No he isn't." Deriere hissed, "Too thin, not enough sleep. You humans won't recognize the problem."

It goes back and forth like that where everyone devolves into an argument over Straw while the person in question keeps looking between the two groups in alarm. All of this was so sudden he isn't sure what to do until eventually he snaps.

"Stooop!!!" Straw screams, covering his ears and closing his eyes he was so overwhelmed, "Stop, just stop it! I don't... I can't..."

Instantly the field quieted down, all eyes in the tavern master. Straw, realizing he had the floor, swallowed a bit before pointing to Zeldris,

"Why!? Why do you think I should go with you all the way to the demon realm!? If you're worried about my health can't you teach me what I need to know without takingme all the way to the underworld!? What did I even do to cause all... this!"

Zeldris stepped back, not expecting his brother to suddenly lash out like that. The tone may be uncertain and confused but the way Straw was standing was reminiscent of how he'd demand reports from the Commandments before his betrayal. Realizing what he was doing he scowled, trying to cover his instinctual reverence up, and stepped forward again,

"You're my brother, Meliodas. Even if you go by Straw now that doesn't change. You... more than any other demon... need to train within the demon realm. It's too dangerous for you to explore your powers on the human one."

"Why? I've trained to use my magic with the Sins, what's so different from my demonic powers? Why am I do different form the other demons that I have to be in the underworld!?"

"Because they aren't demigods on top of being demons!"

"...I'm a what?"

"You're a demigod, Mel- ...Straw. Our father is the demon king, the god of our race", Zeldris explained. "And because of that, our powers tend to be a lot more destructive than any other demons power."

Straw suddenly didn't feel so good. His head spun and his legs must've stopped working for a second because next thing he knew he was in Bans arms facing the sky. But whether that was from the new information alone or that combined with the perpetual feeling of hunger he felt, he wasn't sure.