#lilith's tomes

[ineffable-vendetta]

A click, the subtle whirring of a tape recorder.

THE ARCHIVIST: [A heavy sigh, a shuffling of papers] Right. Statement of  Loretta Winters, regarding an encounter with the entity known as “The Distortion” on a tube platform. Original statement given January 9th, 2010. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of The Magnus Institute, London.

Statement begins.

THE ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT): I tried to ignore him. Really, I did. But something about him was… off. He was too tall. I think. His eyes were… blue? Or maybe they were green. I can’t quite recall. I knew something was wrong. Like he didn’t seem to be all there. And I don’t mean like he was touched in the head or dazed. I mean he literally wasn’t all there. Like every time I looked back at him some part of him had shifted or changed, almost like a mirage? Sorry. I’m a bit out of sorts. Let me start at the beginning. 

I live in London, just around Notting Hill. My mother had a stroke two weeks ago, so I’ve been rushing back and forth between work and the hospital. Usually, I just drive, but that day my sister needed my car for… a reason I can’t remember. So I took the tube. I’ve always kind of liked taking the tube. Something about the rushing around, always rubbing elbows or bumping into people who have somewhere to be. Watching people go about their lives. It’s all very human.

The platform was busy when I got there. Not packed, the morning rush had just ended; but it definitely wasn’t empty. There was a woman with a pram, a group of teenagers shouting and laughing, an elderly man leaning against a wall, and a tall, skinny blond man standing as close to the tracks as he could get without falling off the platform. I wasn’t alone. I need you to understand that I wasn’t the only person on that platform. 

Anyway, I sat down on a bench and pulled out my phone. The train wouldn’t be there for another 10 minutes, so I tried to relax a bit. I couldn’t relax. I kept fidgeting, something was bothering me. And it took me a moment to realize what it was, but when I did, I had to look up from my phone. The platform was dead silent. They had all disappeared. No fussing baby, no rambunctious teens. The blond man was the only one left, and he wasn’t making any noise either. I tried to rationalize it in my head but I would have heard them leave. I would have noticed if the train had arrived. I ignored the sick feeling of my skin crawling, ignored that every instinct was screaming at me to run, to get out. I thought I was just being paranoid. Stupid of me, really. But as soon as I looked down at my phone again, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. He was watching me. I could feel him staring. So I looked back. God, I wish I hadn’t looked back. The man wasn’t standing by the tracks anymore, at a safe distance. He was standing right in front of me and how did I not hear him walk over here? His eyes, boring into my soul, were mismatched, I think. One brown and one blue. His blonde hair hung in ringlets but I can’t remember if it went to just above his shoulders or well past his elbows. It’s like… it’s like the harder I try to remember what he looks like the fuzzier the image gets. But his smile… I’ll never forget his smile. It was too big for his face. Like it didn’t belong there. Like it wasn’t his smile. His teeth were in perfect white rows but he had too many of them, and I had to make a concentrated effort not to physically recoil when he opened his mouth to speak. His voice was like nails on a chalkboard or a record scratch. Like someone put a pair of scissors in a blender. 

He said, “All those people disappeared quite suddenly, didn’t they? I wonder where they’ve gone.” with the casual air of someone asking for the time. 

My breathing became quick and shallow, my leg started jumping with anxiety. I flinched when he laid his hand on my head, petting my hair and shushing me like I was a scared child. His hand was heavier than it should’ve been, and I tensed when I felt his nails graze my scalp. They were sharp, the way a razor blade is sharp, but not nearly as flimsy. I was struck with a sudden terror that he was going to kill me with those hands. 

Instead, he backed away. “What’s all this then?” He jerked his head towards a yellow door.

The door… didn’t make any sense. It shouldn’t have been there. It couldn’t have been there. But there it was. It was wooden, and it almost looked like a panel door you’d find in most houses. The wood was a little warped and the panels were a bit mismatched, but otherwise, it looked perfectly normal. It set me on edge. 

I don’t remember standing up. I don’t remember walking towards the door, I don’t remember deciding to open it. But before I knew it my hand was on the doorknob, and I had just begun to twist it when- my phone rang. I pulled my hand away from the door like I’d been burned. I felt dizzy, and prying my eyes off of the warped yellow wood to look down at my phone gave me a headache. My hands shook as I answered my sister’s call. She wanted me to stop at the store. When I looked up again, the man and the door were gone. I got a taxi.

THE ARCHIVIST: Statement ends. Well. There’s not much investigation we can really do here, but I don’t think it’s necessary. Ms. Winters is currently living in Brighton and was unwilling to comment any further, and besides, (Sardonically) The Distortion and I are old friends by now. 

End recording.

[vaggietheangel]

Vaggie of you were real I would sell my soul to you-

[ryttu3k-sims]

Yeah this is feeling pretty cool right now.

[anneapocalypse]

What is "the occult" in FFXIV?

Ever since I first laid eyes on the EE3 bit about Urianger's parents I have been noodling on one thing in particular. Encyclopedia Eorzea volume 3 refers to "the occult" as Urianger's parents' field of study (and the reason they were so absent from his life). Every since that discovery, I have been curious what that actually means. What is "the occult" in a universe where magic is real, measurable, and a highly legitimate and prestigious field of study?

So, where else is "the occult" referenced in the game?

Thanks to this invaluable searchable transcript, I've found a few other references in MSQ.

The first use of the term "occult" in MSQ that I've found is way back in the Gridania starter quests when some Ixali "Occultists" are trying to summon Garuda at the Guardian Tree. In isolation I'd take this one with a grain of salt since it's very early in ARR, but I think it's consistent with other usages. The description for Whorleater Extreme also uses the term, referencing "the occult knowledge of the Ascians," so from the start there is an association of the occult with Ascian magicks and specifically with summoning.

The only other mention in MSQ comes from Alphinaud in Endwalker, where he and Krile are giving us the tour of Sharlayan, and specifically Phenomenon:

Alphinaud: As the center of what would later become the Studium, it was established to promote the study of aetherological phenomena, hence the name. Alphinaud: Though with aether being a fundamental aspect of nature, its scope expanded to include every conceivable facet of life and even the universe itself. Alphinaud: And then, in the four hundred and thirty-second year of the Sixth Astral Era, Phenomenon was decreed complete and the Studium officially opened as a place of learning. Alphinaud: With a long and storied history, it is without question the world's leading authority in aetherology, the arcane, the occult, astromancy, and countless other fields, standing proud as─ Alisaie and Krile: ...Sharlayan's foremost educational institute!

Okay, so "the occult" clearly falls within the general field of aetherological phenomena and magic, though that we could have guessed already. Something that catches my eye is how in more than one place, "occult" is contrasted with or referenced as distinct from "arcane." This is the case in Alphinaud's speech above, as well as in the Blue Mage quest "Everybody Was Fukumen Fighting," wherein Bluehood says, "No occult tricks or arcane incantations can contend with the all-surpassing might of blue wizardry!"

In the Loporrit Allied Society quests, we also get this odd little quest "Hare-Raising Thrills," in which we're asked to make "Occult Paraphernalia" for a Loporrit called Thrillingway. Depending on crafting job, dialogue with Keepingway will elaborate thus:

"It seems he requires a pair of shears─but not just any pair. No, he desires blades sharp enough to carve fur clean off!"

"He wants a sturdy coil of rope suitable for binding all four limbs of…a 'friend,' allegedly."

"Seems he wants a highly acidic gel for some dubious purpose I did not have the heart to inquire about. Honestly, I think it's best if we don't know."

Which. I mean. Okay. lol. Do what you will with that.

But probably most illuminating is the use of the word "occult" in a couple of Red Mage quests, and in the Sky Pirate raid quests.

In "The Weeping City," Cait Sith says, "Thus did the Mhachi magi construct an occult device that would more securely bind the voidsent to their will..."

And in the Red Mage quests "With Heart and Steel" and "Traced in Blood" we have, respectively:

"The tomes with passages pertaining to the voidsent Lilith are all forbidden occult works..."

and

"...the secrets behind Lambard's occult transformation."

In both contexts, "occult" seems to be connected to voidsent, specifically to Lilith in the case of the Red Mage quests.

And this ties back to the references in ARR as well, since from the beginning Ascians have been connected with the Void, even before we knew what the Void actually was. So it's safe to say at this point, I think, that "occult" can refer to magicks connected to the Void and to Ascians.

There's just one more reference I found that flummoxed me a bit, and that's this description of the Arcanist class, which refers to arcanist weapons as "occult grimoires." I found it odd initially because in most other contexts "occult" seems to refer to magicks seen as illicit, as opposed to the socially acceptable "arcane." But it does make a kind of sense, given that it is from Arcanist that we get Summoner. If summoning of primals is occult, then by extension so is summoning in the arcanist sense, even if it's not truly the same thing. This would seem to be the exception to "arcane" and "occult" being distinct categories, which leads me to believe that the distinction is more cultural than ontological.

So I think from the above, we can consider "occult" to be a fairly broad term that may be used in several distinct but overlapping senses:

Magic related to the summoning of primals.

Magic related to the Void, voidsent, and Ascians.

Magic which is taboo, forbidden, or otherwise outside of that which is socially accepted.

As a footnote, I think this is particularly interesting in the context of Urianger being introduced as our resident expert on primals, despite the fact that that's... really not specifically his field of study but merely adjacent to it. Urianger's primary interest is prophecy, and certainly plenty of prophecy seems to reference primals and Ascians and that's where we see him doing a lot of his research, but it's not the same field, merely overlapping.

Without more information we can't know for certain what his parents were actually studying. Maybe they were interested in primals, or Ascians, or the Void. Maybe they were studying Void-related magics. It's also possibly they were simply arcanists particularly interested in the summoner side and we shouldn't read much more than that into the reference to "the occult." Who knows.

But nonetheless, several of these interpretations would mean that in a way, Urianger has followed in their footsteps despite their making apparently little effort to guide him that way, which I find to be an interesting angle to his character and also profoundly sad in its own way--not that he found his own interests in those areas, but that the Augurelts had a child so naturally inclined toward their own interests and still took so little interest in him.

[koolades-world]

Hello, I'm looking for some angst.

I would like to order an extra harsh reality of

"The brothers will pick their sister over Mc if given a chance"

And some side dish of "The undertables having to fight for Mc"

Thanksiiee!!

hi!! Sorry I took so long to get to this but I was so looking forward to writing this when I got it! slight mentions at nsfw but nothing is described or really directly talked about. also spoilers for lesson 16 and also also long!! much longer than I anticipated

everything I write turns into Satan pieces somehow lol

Took inspo from Harry Potter, specifically Tom Riddle’s diary in the Chamber of Secrets (don't @ me used to be a huge hp fan)

update: part two is out and can be found here :)

the dance of the haunted (part one)

It all started with a simple trip to the second hand bookstore. Satan always invited Mc, so they were together. He needed a hand carrying back his purchases sometimes and they always went someone to eat afterwards, Satan’s treat as he could never imagine asking Mc to pay.

They bookstore they visited today was a usual for them. It was close enough to walk, but far enough to avoid running into his brothers. Satan knew Mc really enjoyed old cookbooks and worn fantasy books. They also often searched for children’s books to read to local demon children as part of a school club. While he was initially concerned with them coming into contact with a cursed book, he grew more comfortable after seeing their magical ability and that they always carried an enchanted talisman that Solomon gifted them for that purpose.

Mc was over in the nature section, flipping through a book about creatures in the 3rd ring of hell. Satan found himself in the tomes section again. He, as usual, found himself rooting through the very back trying to uncover hidden gems. He was about to pick up a book he thought Mc might like to flip through it, when he froze. Just a sliver of this book was in his vision, but he already felt the magic oozing from it. It's a wonder he didn't sense it sooner. He put the other book in a hurry and pulled out the book from the back.

It was unlabeled, with a faded green cover and a golden ribbon attached to the spine. It marked a page close to the beginning. The magic radiating from it didn't seem bad in any way. It actually seemed quite positive. He was able to place it quickly after he felt the ribbon sticking out the bottom of the book.

This was most certainly a book infused with an angelic blessing at the very least, but how in the world had this ended up in a second hand book store in the Devildom, of all places. He flipped it over, looking for anything to go off of, but found nothing but a cursive golden letter L etched on the bottom right corner. He was a little afraid to open it, giving that it was in the hands of an angel at some point. After thinking it over, if anything happened to him, Mc would help him as soon as they noticed something amiss. Thanks to the pact, it would be almost instantly.

With the thought of Mc, he slowly opened the book. On the first page and on the inside of the front cover was handwriting that seemed oddly familiar. He struggled to read the words on the page at first due to the sense of familiarity. He suddenly got deja vu, as if he had held this book before. He closed his eyes for a moment to stop the world from spinning. When he reopened them, he felt like crying, and yet, he still wasn't sure why. Once he finally read what was written, he understood why.

On the inside cover, it read "Property of Lilith Morningstar" and near the bottom in large writing was a messy scrawl he recognized as Mammon's handwriting. It said "mammon waz here" with a little drawing of himself sticking his tongue out. A heart in a different color of ink enclosed the message and drawing. On the first page was a note seemingly from Lucifer. Satan would recognize his handwriting anywhere. It was a heartfelt message from Lucifer to Lilith, saying that he hoped the gift reached her well, and that he missed and loved her.

He closed the book for a second and suddenly felt faint. He sat on the floor, holding his head in his hands. He thought about what he had just read for a moment. The book that he had somehow found, maybe by chance or fate, belonged to his brother's late sister. It was a gift from Lucifer to Lilith while he was away. He realized that's probably why he felt his emotions raging. The Lucifer in him recognized the book, since he had seemingly picked it out himself to give to his sister. How had this ended up in a second hand bookstore? He theorized maybe it had been made in the Devildom and Lucifer had purchased it during one of his trips. But, angel Lucifer would have never done that. He was disgusted by the mere thought of even having to go down at the time, so the thought of him browsing shops was out of the question. Deciding to come back to that thought later, he decided to quickly flip through it, just to see what it was.

As he reopened the book, new waves of magic hit him. He didn't recognize them, but they felt as familiar as his brothers. He guessed their magic was also somehow within this book. But since it was all angelic magic, everything having to do with this book happened before the fall, before he even existed. Much to his dismay, everything beyond the first page was blank. He closed and opened it a few times, but nothing happened. He guessed it might be locked by magic in some way. The thought of trying to magically pry it open scared him again. He was a demon through and through, and since this was blessed by angels, he had no clue what might happen to him if he tried. He was certain whoever blessed this book did not accommodate for whatever he was, but he thought it to be unwise to test the limits.

"Satan. What are you doing on the floor?" Mc walked up to him, holding a few books in their arms.

"Oh, just looking at book on the bottom shelf. I got tired of crouching." He quickly placed the green book down on top of a stack of his other books.

"I get that. Just wanted to let you know I'm ready to be done when you are. Don't rush for me." They turned to walk away, but Satan stopped them.

"I'm done too. I was finishing up." He moved to get up. Mc turned back around to look at him.

"I made great timing then! Here, I'll carry some of these for you." They grabbed the first few books off his stack. He felt his stomach lurch when they touched the green book. He couldn't help but feel nervous with them handling the book, although he wasn't sure why. He didn't want to say anything about it to them, and again, he didn't know why. For now, maybe it was best he kept this to himself anyways. Mc’s expression didn't change and they continued to pile on the books until the green one was in the middle. There was nothing special about that book to them.

"Thank you." Satan made himself say. He picked up the remaining books and they proceeded to the check out together. Today, an older demon worked the register. She was familiar with the pair and had a soft spot for Mc.

"Is that everything for today?" She asked them as she counted the books. Between the two of them, they had thirteen books. Satan handed the demon the needed amount of grim, and waved them on their way. Satan insisted on carrying the bag of books home, since this time there wasn’t too many.

"Let's stop at a café on our way home. I'm dying for something warm to drink right now." Mc grabbed Satan's hand and pulled him in the direction they wanted to go in. He smiled and allowed himself to be dragged off. While they were enjoying coffee together, he was able to temporally forget about the book he had discovered. All of his thoughts were about Mc for the time being.

When they arrived home together, Mc loudly announced that they were there. Mammon came running to greet them. "Mc! I got somethin' for ya! Ya gotta come with me right now!" He grabbed both of the hands and began to pull them away.

"Thank you for the coffee and books, Satan. Tell me about what you bought at dinner tonight." They looked back at him before looking at Mammon again.

"I will. I'll drop off your books in your room. I had a great time." He lifted a hand at them, as a goodbye.

"Mc!" Mammon began to whine.

"Yes, yes. Let's go now." Mammon took off with Mc in tow, leaving Satan stewing in his thoughts again. He went back to his room with all of the books. The other books he had picked out were no longer interesting compared to the Lilith book. However, he didn't want to mess with it while his brothers were awake. The last thing he wanted was them finding out. While he felt bad keeping it from them, something in him was telling him not to show it to them yet. He had promised Mc he would tell them about the books he picked out. The only one he wanted to read was the one about cats. He could easily talk about it to Mc anyways, without having to worry about the Lilith book crossing his mind.

He read until it was time for dinner. Today, it was Asmo’s turn to cook. He was actually a pretty good cook, probably the best in the house. It always turned out well and was plated gorgeous on top of that. He came to the dinner table with the book he hand been reading, still reading. He took his seat across from Mc, not looking up just yet.

“Hey, is that one of the new books?” Satan looked over his book and saw Mc peering at him.

“Yes, actually. It’s a cat book! Cats are the best.” He happily pointed to the picture of a cat on the front. As they ate, the conversation began to drift away from books, and onto something that Satan thought was irrelevant. He tried to go back to reading, but found himself reading the same lines over and over again. His thoughts had reverted to the little green book sitting in a pile of books on his bed. He has buried it, just in case someone happened to walk in.

As Mc mediated yet another argument between Levi and Mammon, he couldn’t find it in himself to silently seethe and glare at his brothers as he usually did. He blankly stared at his book, picking at his food. He was stuck wondering why the book didn’t say anything. He planned what he would do once he got back to his room. He knew he had a book of protective spells somewhere in the house that he might use to protect himself before attempting to interact with the book more.

“Satan. Is everything alright?” Lucifer placed a hand on his shoulder, catching him off guard. The table was basically empty now, much to his surprise. It was only Beel, Belphie and himself still seated. Beel was still eating and Belphie was passed out next to him.

“Nothing is wrong.” Satan snapped back after a moment.

“Alright. Please don’t forget do the dishes.” Lucifer retraced his hand, and with one final, unreadable look at Satan, left the room. He was unsure about how to feel about Lucifer noticing something was amiss. He snapped his book shut. He wasn’t really reading it in the first place. He put the book down on the kitchen counter and began absentmindedly doing the dishes. He was lost in though about the book currently buried underneath about twenty other books on his bed.

He finished in record time. He grabbed his cat book, figuring Beel could wash his own dish once he was done. He retreated to his room. He was released to find everything just as he left it. He dug up the green book from his pile, placing all the other books on the floor for the time being. He sat at his desk, running his hands over the cover. Under his little desk lamp, it seemed to sparkle in a way that he hasn’t previously noticed. Once he opened it, he was greeted with what he has seen earlier that day. But, to his surprise, there was more beyond that.

Most of the pages in the front of the book curled from usage. At the top of each page, was a note of the date. Below this, was a diary entry of sorts. Sometimes, it was just a to-do list, or a recipe. Others, he found Lilith’s accounts of her day to day life. He decided to start at the beginning, reading the first ever entry. He hoped to gain a little context of what exactly this journal was and how it worked.

Lilith had written on the first page after the note from Lucifer about how he has sent her this journal while on a trip to the Devildom, stating it was made by a human according to the tag on the outside of the journal. He enchanted it himself to only allow her to see the contents of this journal.

Satan paused his reading for a moment. If it has been enchanted to only allow Lilith to read the journal, how was he able to read it just now? He wasn’t close to her. They never knew each other. As he flipped to the next page to hopefully skim it for context of any kind, the words in front of him began to fade. The ink retracted into the page, from the last letter she had written, to the first. He wasn’t sure what he could do to prevent this, so he just quickly read what he could. The next page was something about how Belphie had wanted to take a look at it and something about Beel. Once he got there, the words has begun to erase themselves. He watched helplessly as everything disappeared. Soon, he was just stuck with the plain book he had discovered that afternoon, and the cover no longer shimmered.

He sighed, flipping through it again. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for. He was about to check out the back cover again when he heard his door being pushed open.

“Satan! Thought I would find you here.” Mc greeted him.

“It’s my room. What did you expect?” He shut the book in a hurry.

“Well, I can just as often find you in the library.” They approached him, touching his face. They outlined his jaw and smoothed his cheeks with their thumbs. He reached for their wrists, touching them with an imploring look.

“What’s the matter?” He petted their hair. They sat down in his lap and placed their head on his shoulder. He couldn’t help but worry that the journal was right in their view now, but he hugged them close nonetheless.

“I just feel lonely.” They sighed and buried their face in his neck.

“Really? After all that time you spent with Mammon?” He laughed a little at their predicament.

“Don’t laugh! It’s not the same as when I’m with you.” They pouted and puffed their cheeks out. He chuckled a little more at the cute face they made at him.

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop. What can I do for you, my beloved?” He could get lost in their eyes.

“Give me affection! Just kisses will do.” They pointed to their forehead. Satan smiled at them, amused.

“As you wish.” He began to pepper their face in kisses. As Mc grew more needy, the more he satisfied them. One thing led to another, as they ended up in Satan’s bed. They stayed together for the rest of the night, the journal long forgotten.

Early the next morning, after their night of passion, Satan awoke abruptly. He looked around. He was in his own room, but his clothes were scattered around the room. A shirt was hanging by a thread off a tall pile of books. Mc was asleep next to him, their arms wrapped around him. His lamp light was still on. He reached over as far as he could to reach the off switch. Before he could hit it, he saw the journal. He glanced back at Mc. He didn’t want to wake them, but he felt the urge to open it. He reached out to touch it, and as soon as he did, he noticed it began to shimmer like it had before. He was amazed. He quickly flipped as best as he could to a random page with one hand. He could see lots of writing. He shut it again, taking his hands off of it. It remained shimmery.

He decided not to flip through it now, since he wasn’t exactly in the best frame of mind to at the moment. Instead, he noted the time; 4:03 am. Once he woke up, he would check it again to get a rough idea of how long it would stay open for since earlier, he wasn’t sure how long it had been open for. He finally shut the lamp off and let the book flutter closed. He took his mind off the book, and laid back down. He tucked an arm around Mc as best he could without waking them, and drifted back to sleep.

He awoke for the second time that day. Everything was essentially the same as it was earlier except for the time and the noise outside his door. Mc was still asleep next to him, griping him tightly. It was 8:24 am now, and he could hear Lucifer pacing around past his door in the hall. He didn't make any noise. The last thing he wanted was to see his ugly mug first thing in the morning. Because of this, he decided not to leave him room just yet, but he also didn't want to open the journal either. He would, however, check if it was still "open" or readable. He flickered on his little desk lamp again, and was greeted with the shimmery cover. He didn't want to touch it, because he was almost certain he was able to set it off that morning. Once he was able to think clearer, he would revisit that.

Instead, he grabbed the first book he could get his hands on and began to read. He wasn't sure how long he was there, just reading, but eventually he felt Mc begin to stir. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” Satan greeted the bleary eyed person snuggled into his side.

“Good morning love. How long was I asleep?” They yawned, making no move to sit up. Neither of them were dressed at the moment anyways.

“A decent amount. Longer than I did anyways.” He shrugged, placing the book facedown on his desk, over the journal.

“Thanks for not waking me. You wouldn’t guess how many times Mammon or Asmo have woken me up way too early. Granted, it’s usually on accident. Asmo with his skincare and Mammon with… I don’t actually know.” Mc rolled on to their side to look at Satan better, throwing one of their arms over his torso. He felt himself growing shy under their sleepy gaze. He knew he wasn't the only one graced with that privilege, but the way they looked at him made him feel so special. He would give them every star in the sky if they asked.

“That makes me all the more grateful that they don’t dare enter my room. Makes it quite the sanctuary, don’t you think?” Satan chuckled.

“Mmm, yes.” They yawned again.

“What do you want to eat for breakfast, sweetheart? Or is it too soon to think about that?” He asked.

“Give me a few more minutes and then I’ll find an answer for you.” Mc closed their eyes again, potentially going back to sleep. He used that time to reflect. His thoughts grew a little grim as he let them wander. That journal kept finding it's way into his mind. How had he been able to find that? What were the chances of that happening? Maybe it would have made a little more sense if one of his brothers had found the book instead, since part of them seemed to linger between the lines. He was a different story, though. The magic within must had been much more powerful than he anticipated.

Even as he turned his head to the side to look at the book again, he saw the pages glimmer in the light that didn't exist. Something seemed... wrong. He hadn't noticed it before, maybe due to the excitement of simply finding it. The circumstances of which he found it in too was bizarre. As a powerful demon, he should have noticed the angelic energy as soon as he entered the book store. He dwelled on this idea. Perhaps last night's activities had had an affect on it. He coughed a little, covering up his embarrassment from the invisible audience. As he thought more, it really made no sense that he just happened to find it. Had it been planted there for him specifically, or was it the journal itself? Just what did this book know? He did consider himself exceptional, but not nearly as much as his brothers. Their story was far more interesting than his own. He was just the consequence of their actions. Whatever the case with this book, he felt the urge to get to the bottom of it, despite the creeping dread in his gut.

He spent the next few days of his reading time picking though every page of the journal. He was able to learn so much about his brothers' days in the Celestial Realm, far more than they had ever bothered to tell him. Perhaps they thought speaking about it might bother him. Whatever the case, he found it strange to refer to them as angels. Lilith wrote lots about the twins and Asmo. She wrote less about the older brothers but it was clear they were just as important to her. He had know Asmo was the Jewel of the Heavens, but the way Lilith described him made him sound like the most amazing thing the world had ever seen. The more and more he read, the more he saw the similarities between himself and her. He too considered Asmo a trusted confidant, and a close friend of his. He too found himself sneaking off with Belphie for mischievous reasons, or spending time with Beel for his quiet, comforting presence. He began to realize how difficult losing her might have been for them. In the past, he knew it was a sore subject, especially among the youngest, but now he could really feel their pain as Lilith wrote about their daily misadventures. What they missed. Would they exchange him for her if given the chance? He shook this thought off, not liking the implications it might have.

Her innocence was painted clearly for him on each page, yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He checked the book again and again for traces of demonic magic but found nothing. The strangest part was that he couldn't even find his own. There was traces of various angels, most of which he didn't recognize, likely from the far gone past. The journal continued to puzzle him.

As time passed, the entries grew more and more chaotic. From her new lover, to the growing tensions between Lucifer and their father. They grew shorter and less carefree. Even her handwriting differed. She seemed to understand the gravity of what she had done. He knew this is when the Celestial War was about to begin. Her last entry was about her lover, again about how enchanting she found them, and how one day she hoped to spend the rest of her life with him, no matter what. He paused for a moment, realizing this entry was written likely days, or even hours before he was born. After that entry, the pages were blank. There were some pages with stray pen marks, but that's all he was able to uncover. He knew the ending to this story. The silence told it all. He sat for a while, reflecting again about everything he had seen. As he was thinking, words began to appear on the page in front of him, in the same handwriting and ink color as he had seen in the entire journal. It was Lilith's. Satan paused. He could tell the journal held magical properties, but this was not something he expected to happen.

"Hello? Anyone there?" The words appeared suddenly. He continued staring at the page until more words appeared. "You can say something you know. Ink will do." Satan began to look around for a writing utensil at these words. Once he found one, he began to pen a response.

"Hello. Are you Lilith?" He wrote down underneath the previous words. He got his own response quickly.

"Yes, I am! How'd you know that?" Satan paused again, about to write more, but was cut off as Lilith began to write more. "Haha! Just kidding. This is my journal. My name is in it. It would be weird if this wasn't me. Who are you, by the way? I don't think I've ever had a visitor." Right away, Satan thought Lilith reminded him of Asmo. He was probably like this when he was an angel.

He stopped before bringing his pen down to the page again. He was unsure on how to introduce himself. During his visit to the past, he went by Sully, which was the stupidest name in his opinion. But, he also didn't want to lie to her. Would it be wrong to tell her his story, and what happened after the war? "My name is Satan. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too! That's a pretty cool name. Interesting for sure." She wrote.

"I don't want to scare you away, but I want to make this clear as to not deceive you." He wanted to tell her the truth. He felt like she deserved to know. After all, he had always felt like she was supposed to be in his place. She even wrote in green.

"Oh, tell away then. I'm all ears. I won't judge, unless you're about to confess some sort of sin to me!" She wrote, most likely jokingly. That made him a little nervous at first, but he continued with the original plan anyways. Maybe this was his way of healing, somehow. He felt better after getting everything out. He told her almost everything. He omitted the part where Belphie murdered Mc. He didn't want to be the one to tell her, anyways. It felt wrong to tell her that her death had driven him to such an extreme. She stayed mostly silent, chiming in with a few questions and stray blots of ink on the pages near his writing, as if she was resting her pen on the page.

"I hope that wasn't too much to take in at once. Much has happened." Satan was still a nervous. He really hoped she wouldn't hate him. He was just the messenger. After all, without her, he wouldn't even exist.

"I won't lie, it was overwhelming at first. But, I'm happy to hear my brothers are doing well without me. It's comforting to know that they have you and Mc now." Lilith drew a little heart next to her message.

"Glad to hear. Sorry to leave so abruptly, but I agreed to meet Mc for an outing shortly, so I will see myself out." He wasn't lying. He had agreed to meet Mc, but it wasn't for another two hour.

"Alright. Have fun! Talk to you later." With that, everything she had said sunk into the page and left no trace behind.

"Goodbye." His words also disappeared. Just like that, their entire conversation was gone. He shut the book. He was glad she didn't object. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to leave early. He felt a little bad leaving her to stew in the information dump, if she actually existed beyond the book being open. Everything about the book confused him. Looking back at it, maybe he made a rash decision. Maybe he shouldn't have info dumped to her like that.

He decided to forget that for now to enjoy his time with Mc. They had an event to attend, and he had to get ready anyways. Later that night, he came back to the journal in order to study it. He opted not to talk to Lilith just yet. The sick feeling in his stomach had returned. Something was wrong with this journal, very wrong. It made no sense, even after chatting to her. She seemed sweet enough, but that wasn't enough to dispel that gross, nauseating feeling. He just couldn't place his finger on what. He felt as if he was losing his mind checking over and over again, for something, anything. But, he found absolutely nothing.

Eventually he got to the point where he was determining if he should burn it or not. He regretted even talking to her in the first place. He wasn't sure why, but he grew uneasy even having Mc in the same house as the journal. Somehow, it felt as if he was talking to someone else, as in not the Lilith who made the original entries. He placed the journal back on his desk, underneath his latest book finds, leaving to find Mc. He eventually found them by the door, putting their shoes on.

"Hey Satan. Good to see you!" They looked up at him.

"Hi, Mc. Where are you going?" He was relieved they were leaving the house.

"Purgatory Hall. I was invited over to play some games. Sol's idea." They began searching for their jacket. Satan noticed it hidden behind Lucifer's big overcoat. He grabbed it, and helped them put it on, thinking hard. "Aww thank you. You didn't have to do that." They beamed at him.

"I wanted to, it's no trouble." He paused for a moment, then continued. "Hey, do you think it's possible that I could come with you. I don't even have to play these games if that's an issue, I just want to be with you." He would feel even better if he was able to be with them, and get away from that journal for a while.

"Oh, of course! I'm sure they would love to have you. Besides, I've basically always got one of you brothers attached to me, they might find it weird if I showed up without one." Mc laughed. "I thought you were planning to read tonight, since I've been taking up almost all of your nights for the past week. Did something happen?" They seemed concerned, looking into his eyes.

"Thank you. Really, I can put off reading again. All time spent with you is precious. It's hard to be away from you, you should know. You're simply enchanting." He took their hand and spun them into his arms.

"Alright, if you say so! We should get going if we want to be on time. I can let them know if you need a little time to get ready?" Mc giggled, buying his excuse. They might have seen though him, but was glad they chose not to say anything.

"I just need my shoes and coat as well. I wouldn't want to hold you up, anyways." He only let Mc go in favor of getting ready. "You know, I'm honestly surprised you aren't already bringing Mammon or Asmo." He told them.

"Me too, actually. Asmo was busy, and Mammon was too distracted with his car repairs to pay attention to what I was saying earlier. I was almost held back by Belphie too. But, I'm here now and I get to spend this time with you." They stood beside him as he tied his shoes and shrugged on his jacket. As the two of them made their way to Purgatory Hall, Mc held his hand so tightly and gazed at him so tenderly, he was almost convinced they were the only thing in the world.

When they arrived, they had plenty of fun. Solomon had arranged a collection of games to play as a group that were randomly decided by drawing slips of paper. To nobody's surprise, Solomon and Mc ended up winning most of them because they were human games. Satan forgot all about the journal. That is, until, he received a phone call in the middle of one of their games. Mc was draped over him with their arms around his neck, also curious about who might be calling them at a time like this. It was Lucifer.

"I told them we were heading out. What could he need?" Mc reached for the phone but Satan stopped them.

"If the call is for me, it's probably to yell at me or something. I don't want you to be on the receiving end of that." Satan rolled his eyes, and brought the phone to his ear, planning to brush off anything he said. He was really only answering because Simeon was in the room, who would answer it for him.

"Come home. Now. You have explaining to do." Lucifer growled through the phone. At first, Satan wasn't worried. He got ominous calls from his older brother like this all the time.

"What is it?" He sighed. Mc laughed a little, causing him to smile. The others began to chat among themselves while he was on the phone. This was normal.

"You know exactly what this is about. On your desk in your room. Underneath three books. Your keys on the left. The pen you used on the right." Satan froze. The smile left his face. Lucifer always sounded serious, but this was one of the few times he sounded like he was about to rip his throat out. He had found the journal. Mc didn't hear what he said, somehow, but noticed his change in demeanor.

"What's the matter, 'Tan?" Mc brushed some hair off his forehead.

"Nothing, my love. Don't worry about it. It's the usual nonsense." He moved the phone away from his ear for the moment, and then back once he was done speaking.

"Let me speak to Mc. I want them home too. Now." The tone Lucifer used to dangerous. Satan knew that was unwise. He didn't know what his plan was, but he didn't trust him at all.

"No. I will come home, but I'm not bringing Mc. I will not needlessly involve them. This will stay between us." Satan began to grow angry. He couldn't help it. Typical Lucifer, complicating matters.

"If you don't come right now, I'll drag you both back personally." Satan knew he wasn't kidding. None of his threats were empty.

"Fine. Have it your way. We'll be home shortly." Satan hung up before Lucifer could respond. By now, the entire room was staring at him. He looked totally different than he had before. He was tense, his rage obvious.

"Are we leaving? What's the matter? Did something happen?" Mc looked at him, concerned.

"I'm heading home to take care of something, but you're staying here. I promise it's nothing serious." He lied through his teeth. He didn't know why Lucifer wanted Mc there, but he knew it couldn't be good. The journal was bad news, and they were involved in no way.

"Are you sure? Lucifer said he wanted me there, right? You know how good I am at sorting out issues in your family. I really don't mind, if that's the issues." They squeezed him a little. They were so caring. Too caring.

"I'm sure. I won't act out or anything. He's probably mad about chores or something. I wonder if Mammon sold his underwear while it was my turn to do laundry again." Satan smiled. They cracked a small smile back.

"Alright. Keep me updated. I'll be waiting for you." Mc pressed a kiss to his forehead before climbing off of him.

"Simeon, before I go, can I have a quick word?" Simeon, who was comforting Luke, turned at the sound of his name.

"Of course." Simeon stood up, gesturing for Mc to take his seat next to Solomon. Luke was seated on the floor between them. Mc looked worried, but moved regardless. Solomon looked around the room, studying everyone's expressions. Simeon walked with Satan to the entry way. "What's the matter?" He asked, holding out Satan's coat for him.

"I want you to place a blessing on this building. Do not let any demon in under any circumstance. Including me. I don't care what they say. I don't have time to explain, but something is very wrong at the House of Lamentation and I don't want a single one of my brothers near Mc." He shoved his shoes on as he spoke. He hastily put on his jacket and turned to look at Simeon one last time.

"I don't know what could be wrong, but I trust you. Mc is safe in mine and Solomon's hands." Simeon let his hands fall to his sides, opening the door for Satan. He watched as he took off running in the opposite direction of the House of Lamentation. He could only stare and wait for him to be a good distance away, before shutting the door. He went back to the living room to find Mc hugging Luke, Solomon with a hand on Luke's shoulder.

"Solomon." Simeon said the sorcerer's name. He stood up and walked over to him. "Satan didn't tell me what the matter was, but I need you to do a quick check of the house to make sure nobody but us is in here. Satan requested I bless the house to keep his brothers out." The expression on both of their faces was grim.

"Of course." Solomon shut his eyes and waved his hand. Once he reopened them, Simeon knew he had completed the check. "Nobody but the four of us are here."

"Thank you. Normally I would ask Luke to help me perform the blessing, but I would prefer to leave him alone for now. Will you accompany me?" Solomon nodded. Simeon led him away, leaving the room together, leaving Mc and Luke along together on the sofa in the once full room.

"What's wrong, Mc?" Luke asked them. For once, they had no clue how to respond to the boy.

"I'm not sure. Simeon might know more, but for now, we just have to wait. In the meantime, do you wanna play some more of the games?" Mc hoped to take his mind of the ordeal.

"I don't really feel like it, sorry." He sighed, worried. He had always had concerns about Mc living with demons and them seemed to be coming to fruition.

"That's alright. Do you want to watching something maybe? Simeon made cookies that are cooling in the kitchen, right? We can get those." Mc tried again to get him in better spirits.

"Let's wait for Simeon and Solomon to get back. They might be worried if they return and we're gone." Luke admitted.

"Good point. I'll turn on a movie for now. What do you want to watch?" Mc got up, leaving Luke in their spot.

"Anything." He usually had more to say. Mc could tell Luke was very worried.

"Alright." Mc went through the various dvds Solomon had stored away near the tv. After finding one they liked, they put it on. The two of them watched this movie together since there was nothing better to do. Eventually, Simeon and Solomon returned with said cookies. Rather than sit on the free couch, they all sat together. They could all tell Luke was worried. The desserts remained untouched.

"I have a surprise that I think you'll like, Luke." Solomon spoke up. Luke picked up his head. "I was told that Mc could stay the night, so we can have a big sleepover together. Does that sound good?" Luke perked up.

"Oh, good. That sounds great! I don't want to send Mc back to those icky demons. Where are we sleeping?" Luke sounded excited, making the rest of the room smile.

“We can stay in my room.” Solomon watched as the little angel jumped out of the cuddle pile and ran to gather pillows and blankets.

“It’s nice to see him happy again. I honestly think he might be more concerned than me.” Mc sighed, reaching for a cookie.

“If we knew what was wrong, we would tell you. I just know Satan asked me to place a blessing on the house.” Simeon explains.

"I figured. It's fine. We just need to hope for the best..." Mc stares at the cookie, thinking about Satan and what he might be doing right now. They just hoped he was safe.

ty for putting up with me and not putting out anything for so long... and sorry for the cliffhanger lol. really wanted this out but a. not sure how much longer it will take and b. not sure what I want the ending to be yet! lol

part two soon hopefully sorry to anon for taking so long!!!!

[narenohate]

the reckless, the wild youth (WIP)

(since eda and raine's backstory is so different in this AU, i'm pondering a comic about the two of them and just how and why it went so wrong) (infodump.... ramble?? ig down there + design notes on how my progress is going with this project)

Seb's design notes: anyways i've been dancing with the idea of making canis caninam's witches more animalistic. because yeah im just having fun at this point. bonus, sphynx / owl beast design. i'm not a big fan of her canon design, and it's not because i think she's scary.

my current inspo for the witch faces is a mix of good ol' na'vi 3d models, deerchip's s work (they're on twitter!!) and olya bossak's anthropomorphic portraits!! i didn't just want them to be elves who purr, tbh... though more and more as i post this i'm kind of hoping to get harrassed off the fandom for my weird ideas and "forced" to make this into an original story.

ramble on story derived from conversation with Bow (idea beta tester, victim of the circumstances of my hyperfixation, beautiful white hetero man who got here by accident). IT'S A ROUGH, UNEDITED DRAFT. PARTS OF IT ARE DIRECTLY FROM A CONVERSATION. IT'S ROUGH. Eda is born to the Clawthorne family - daughter of Gwendolyn, a healer, and Dell, a toy maker who married into her clan as to escape the hardships of living outside the barrier, amidst bestial demons... and probably something else, smart enough to scare him into hiding, though that usually goes unsaid. She is one of a pair of twins, and, for the first fourteen suns, eleven moons and twenty-nine sundowns of their lives they are inseparable.

It's their fifteenth birthday when Dell gives them an old grimmoire that has been in his family for centuries. Some of its words have been altered with the years, rewritten and repaired by generations, their meaning lost - symbols re-drawn from memory with each unfortunate accident.

Lilith partakes in that tradition - having to repair a page of a long-winded wild-spell meant to be cast by a powerful warlock, after she spills some tea on it.

that night, the two set out to camp with a group of their friends -hyacinth, a selk nobleman who, despite his young age, served under belos as his huntsmaid and personal cook, and his apprentice, darius, a prodigy who'd already been branded for a coven, and who'd been personally selected by belos to be a companion for the golden-haired boy who'd earned his favor.

and, of course, trailing slightly behind, raine whispers. their glasses are foggy and they already smell like the alcohol they brought to the party.

nobody leaves the outermost wall to camp these days, of course, so the bunch of them settle in an abandoned park, before doing as teenagers do when provided alcohol, and getting plastered.

at some point, eda, raine and hyacinth get into an argument of some kind - one that results in eda opening the grimmoire she brought along, and going along with the plan she'd nearly abandoned: using her rudimentary knowledge of the old tongue the tome was written in, she makes a circle out of salt around herself, and reads the spell.

its words are all wrong. whatever she summons she angers, and, at first, nothing happens.

then, as she and raine lay together on her hammock the afternoon after the party and the tiny backyard camping "trip", eda falls ill.

it was fever and it was vomiting. then the lining of her stomach, then her gums and her teeth and her tongue. her skin sagged and it was like she was all liquid inside it.

raine slept by her bedside, singing to calm her down whenever she awoke. lilith laid in the old manor's basement, endlessly brewing potion after potion to try and quell the pain that refused to ebb away.

darius and hyacinth did not go to belos - instead they were stopped at the door by the clawthorne patriarch, and with his help, took a griffin out of the city, found an old thing. it called itself queen of bats, and it was made of wood, and it knew dell very well.

the three give her the griffin, and spend four sunsets and three sunrises walking back with their prize - it's a living tether, a wooden owl dell had made as a toy for his daughter when she was very young. filled with the griffin's soul, it was given by its enchantress the mission of tethering its holder.

they arrive to a burning house. darius and dell don't speak of it, but the only time they both see the emperor is when they deliver his selk concubine's mutilated carcass at the throne room, laid at his feet like an offering.

dell lost one eye to his daughter, the other eye and both hands to the emperor.

raine was gone to everyone except the thing that eda had become, a sphynx that spared their life for the price of their song. they land atop a rocky cliffface, a few miles away from the outer border of the bonesborough wall - soon, something finds them.

the owl her father had carved for her followed eda, and raine became sure, at that moment, that she wasn't lost.

lilith and darius compensated for hyacinth's loss, sitting for years at the foot of the throne as the emperor's guards, until belos found it fit to entrust them both to make for him a new selkie servant - they took hyacinth's old heart, a blue stone that ebbed and flowed, and they took the lungs of a dragon, the innards of a maiden, and all the blood they could get from a seal-devil, along with a tiny fragment of bone that had been strapped to hyacinth's old heart.

they spend day and night putting him together - the rough face of clay mixed with blood, the organs gracefully gifted, the bone.

they bury the sculpture. a boy digs himself out of the dirt while they sleep in the temple, curled up together in a mess of ratty old sheets they'd found.

they name him hunter because he was more demon than boy, but had hyacinth's face, and, though something seemed very wrong, he had somehow killed and dragged in a rat to eat by their side during the time they'd spent asleep.

belos allows the name to stay, and grants them both titles and robes of white, and allows them to mary whomever they wish.

lilith secludes herself to a temple and studies every grimmoire she can, and darius takes on apprentice after apprentice, teaching them how to pull the throat strings of a bard out, and how to best slay a sphynx.

hunter looks just like hyacinth, and, despite how strongly he'd imprinted on his makers, they both hate him from just the look in his eyes.

lilith finds the portraits of every other selk concubine, every other golden guard.

it's always hyacinth's face. meanwhile, raine managed to unearth eda - partially.

they bind her to them, and she remembers very little, but she is undeniably herself, and despite the tragedy of her body, or maybe because of it, she seeks to cause chaos. she embraces the life of a wildling, and raine follows in her stead.

a year passes. then two. three, maybe. probably more, considering everything that comes after. what really matters is that, as raine grows more frantic in their search for something that can help her, occasionally coming in contact with the fragmented clawthorne family's matriarch (before finding her treatments too harsh), all in search for a way to stabilize eda's mind and body...

she accepts that fate she was given.

the system of castes and castings and divisions becomes pointless to her, and she eagerly, easily pushes raine to rebellion by her side. the wards around the walls have nothing against her - usually, griffins and dragons don't fly that high.

raine found gwen's attempts to heal her daughter too much - but at some point, more than a decade after the two set out together, a night after raine settles a chain with a golden ring around her massive paw's wrist, they catch wind, through that shared palisman of theirs, that raine's mother has passed.

they leave eda to sleep atop the church, tail around its tower, and enter it to pray.

they meet someone - a who who dances on the edge of being a what - and, in their grief, bear to her their heart, and are offered a deal in return.

all they want in life, for a price, their mind.

eda wakes up, a moon later, transformed, and with every memory made vague, erased except for vague outlines.

naked but for a wedding ring around her neck, in a dark, low chunk of the city, with the body of a beast, she's seen as exotic enough to work the night for a couple years, as she catches up on a life she lost, and takes the name of a harpy, not knowing she's a clawthorne.

… clawthorne health clinic seems so familiar of a name, though. she jots down their contacts. attends every speech given by darius deammonne, head of the carnomantis force, and often borrows from the library books on forbidden magic written or translated by one lilith clawthorne.

it's not familiar.

she feels like it should be, though. so she digs into it all - never takes the name of clawthorne, but as her social standing falls and she teeters ever closer to living outside the walls, the people around her take to calling her the owl-lady.

she eventually takes to stealing from old homes - the abandoned sort, full of hobs and rats and hexes she can easily bypass, with magic as strong (as well-trained, despite the lack of any memory of schooling) as hers.

there's a farm-house, though, mostly burnt, long ago vacated, that feels very familiar when she enters. she tears up despite not remembering her, when she recognizes her twin's face beside her own in a portrait. in the rubble of a bedroom, a large woven hammock still has an old violin sitting broken on top of its torn fabric.

inside its case, the thing she knows she gave up her memories - or maybe something more - for, sits waiting and patient.

... a key to the human realm. she knows a lot about it, and remembers an unbound fascination.

(her one visit goes very wrong, of course - but she can spy through her palisman's little eye, so it's worth it. it's all worth it.)

meanwhile, raine wakes up, married to a woman whose face is foggy to them, with three apprentices who don't know their name but promise they've been there under them for weeks.

whomever wiped their mind didn't bother to take the human-styled wedding ring off their finger.

[drunken-ender-art]

The Clawthorne Workshop

The oldest workshop of the Boiling Isles, lays abandoned and in ruin deep in the forests of the Titan's right arm, on the outskirts of the capital: Bones'yard.

The last recorded members of the Workshop were the Clawthorne Sisters with their friend and associate Raine Whisper.

Eldest daughter and hope of the Clawthorne Family, Lilith always resented the burden of being the firstborn of a decaying family, and aspired to one day join the Blood Coven, dream that led the young woman to spend as much time on tomes and ancient scrolls as training with sword and pistol.

And yet she executed her role as head of the Family with impeccable zeal, leading countless raids and Hunts with her younger sister Eda and friend Raine; until one day the Vicar himself took notice of the trio's successes, offering Lilith a place in the Hunters of the Blood Coven, until she rised to the rank of Captain and, finally, of Blood Nun.

As the firstborn of the Clawthorne Family, the Holy Moonraven is Lilith's birthright.

An ancient longsword imbued with the arcane power of the moon, discovered by the early Clawthornes deep in the forgotten labyrinth that sprawl beneath the Titan's skull. Very few brave souls have made it out of the wretched maze, with rumors that death is not the sole reason of their disappearance, and that the endless darkness is home to eldritch beings from other worlds...

Accompanied to the sword is Curse Caster, a standard firearm of the Clawthorne, crafted by Lilith's father, one of the last creations of the Old Hunter.

The youngest and most famous daughter of the Clawthorne Family.

Eccentric, sassy and rebellious, to her sister's exasperation and everyone else's admiration, she face each dark night of Hunt with unmatched confidence and abandon, bathing in the blood and guts of the beasts she slay with her owl shaped scythe.

Her weapon, lethality and supernatural silence, broken only by her laugh when her preys lay dead, have warranted her the nickname of Owl Lady, a motiff she fully embraced with her cloack, hairs and hat that resemble the feathers of such birds of prey.

For her successes, the Vicar himself appointed her the title as Deadliest Huntress of the Boiling Isles, the gifted shawl a symbol of her prowess in combat.

Her signature weapon, Owlblade, the last crafted by her father for her sixteen birthday, the same woefull day that he gifted her his own old blunderbuss, Cardinal Sin, the first day both of those weapons tasted blood and the last she would ever use the gun... resorting instead in using her own, raw, magic as ranged weapon during the Hunt.

The handle of the scythe is made from extremely rare palismen wood, a material used in archaic times to create magic staffs. While the intent of such material was purely an aesthetic choice, the Owl Lady would take advantage of the weapon's properties to boost her spells and incantations during the Hunt.

The Workshop do not provide only for the Family, but also used to accept lonely Hunters that were not part of the Blood Coven or any other Workshop and Syndicate.

Such example was the Hunter Raine Whispers, childhood friend of Eda, accepted at the Workshop as member of the family, later on affectionate lover of the huntress and trusted comrade during the nights of hunt.

As a passionate musician, they were gifted with a customized weapon: a wristblade that when pulled and shifted to the left arm transforms into a bow that channels Bard's magic into extremely sharps and deadly sonic projectiles.

Some others examples of weapons that the Clawthorne Workshop used to create for the Hunters.

The Workshop.

Forge, storage, safe haven for hunters where they would congregate to enhance their weapons and flesh.

Built from what in old times was the home of a lonely witch named Evelyn, it went under numerous renovations and expansions, the most notable the large, stoney, gothic cottage that act as living quarters of the inhabitants, with the older tower and building working as forge, laboratory and storage area for the hunters.

In the later years of the Workshop, it was home of the last surviving members of the Family, Dell Clawthorne, his wife Gwendolyn, their daughters Edalyn and Lilith and Eda's friend Raine.

Now no one remains in the ramshackled building, hidden deep within the forest, ever shrouded by pale mist and rumored to be haunted by unsettling and paranormal creatures... its walls witness of unspeakable horrors, gut wrenching tragedies and dark secrets.

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This one took a while... both because It was a lot of work to make and because I had to wait for the previous pool to end, so here it is, the look at the Clawthornes and their role in the Owlborne AU!!...

...but wait, it feels... incomplete? Where are Gwendolyn? Where is Dell? What about... Evelyn? And if the Workshop is abandoned and the Clawthornes are no more, where did Luz get his weapons? Why doesn't Luz understand those rumors when she lives there with Eda herself...? What... what secret beckons her? O-of course she remembers where the house is! She just has to take the lantern and turn left... that specific lanter that... is always there... when she needs it... sometimes in the corner of a square, sometimes in a dark alley... sometimes on the side of a road in the forest... who...

is offering Luz the Eye of a Blood Drunked Hunter... will she accept it?

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Part 15

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Characters: Wolffe, Plo Koon, Comet, Cara (child OFC)

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, grief, hurt/comfort, family fluff, funeral

Word Count: 1.3k

Author's Note: How are we all doing after the last chapter? I know it was rough and I bet some chose not to read it, and that's okay. This chapter starts at the end of the funeral. The atmosphere is the same, but it is not nearly close to the level of sadness in the previous chapter. I'd say this chapter is similar to the ones that came before it; lots of Wolffe in his head. Side note, yay, this fic has reached over 20k words! As always, please enjoy 💚

Beta: @/beating-a-dead-plot

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After several hours, the raging fire had reduced into an unceremonious pile of smoldering charcoals and ash. Wolffe remained unmoved from where he first lit the pyre as if his feet were nailed down to the stone beneath him. Most of the patrons who gathered for the ceremony were now dispersed with only Plo and the Wolfpack remaining to stand in solidarity as the dwindling embers crackled and crumbled into more ash. Wolffe would be hard-pressed to know where the wooden ashes ended and where his wife's ashes began.

When the warm amber light of the embers was finally gone and the solemn silence dragged on, Plo stepped out of the formation and approached Wolffe. He stood beside his commander, hands folded neatly behind his back, and remained quiet and contemplative, a steadfast presence amid Wolffe's inaudible turmoil. Only a being greatly attuned to the Force could see through the soot-blackened fog and into such a broken heart. The pain emanating from it was palpable to where one might reach out and pluck its strings.

"She's gone," Wolffe said, his voice hoarse from breathing in the smoke. He cleared his throat. "She's really gone."

"She has become one with the Force," Plo said, his voice unwavering and solid.

"I wish I believed that," Wolffe sighed. He swiped a bead of sweat dripping from his brow and stared blankly as he rubbed the darkened liquid between his fingers. Those words might be comforting to others, like his general, but to Wolffe, they were as empty as his heart.

Plo placed a comforting hand on Wolffe's shoulder. "Our belief is what carries us forward."

Wolffe turned his head away from Plo and took a deep breath. "I don't know what I believe in anymore." He paused and shook his head. "I don't even know what I believed in before. The GAR? The Republic? The universe? Belief seems rather insignificant now."

Plo's eyes softened and he pulled something out of his pocket to present to Wolffe. "I am sure you will find it again."

Wolffe turned to face Plo and his eyes were drawn to the object he held. It was his wife's wedding ring. His shoulders slumped as he stared at it. He thought it burned along with her in the pyre, but he didn't look to see if she was wearing it. He picked it up from Plo's palm and inspected it with mild interest, rotating it in an endless loop. The gold band was smaller than his but had the same inscription on the inside, although abbreviated to fit, Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde, the Mandalorian wedding vows.

"Do you want to keep her ashes?" Plo asked. The question was innocent enough but held more care and concern than ever afforded to a clone.

Wolffe continued to rotate the ring in his hand, his thoughts far away from the present. "No," he said. "But Cara might." The idea of keeping his wife's ashes made Wolffe bristle on the inside. There was nothing about those ashes that rekindled fond memories of her. It was just meaningless dust to him, but Cara might not view it like that as she grew older, so he would be remiss if he took that memory away from her.

"Very well," Plo said. He turned from Wolffe and walked off towards the terrace entrance of the Temple to procure a suitable vessel.

Wolffe felt exhausted, more exhausted than he had been in a long time. In one rotation he lost his beloved wife and the place they called home. He should be used to it, losing people in the blink of an eye, but losing brothers was different. Clones were made to be expendable; casualties of war and a necessary loss. His wife, on the other hand, was not expendable. She didn't have a clone. There weren't more of her running around in the Galaxy. Her essence was gone forever and he couldn't get it back. The closest thing he had to her was Cara.

Wolffe settled on that thought and turned around to locate his daughter, the ashen pyre now behind him in more ways than one. He admired his men for remaining in formation for so long and how they stood still without a single question or complaint. Cara looked to be asleep in Comet's arms, which relieved Wolffe a bit. She probably cried herself to sleep, not that he was paying attention to her during the funeral, but he didn't blame her. He wished he could cry himself to sleep in his wife's arms, but that was never going to happen.

However, it was about time for him to stop feeling sorry for himself and get his head back on straight. He still had his child to take care of, a battalion to lead, and a war to fight. He didn't have time to be walking around with a boulder chained to his leg. So, with a crack of his neck and a roll of his shoulders, Wolffe approached his men, more specifically Comet. They both stared at each other silently for an uncomfortable amount of time before Wolffe finally spoke up, his voice low and unemotional. "Can I have my daughter back?"

Comet's eyes grew wide when he made the realization. "Oh, yeah, of course," he stuttered apologetically, then carefully handed the sleeping child to Wolffe. "Sorry. We both got a little comfortable."

Wolffe attempted a grin, but couldn't muster it all the way, and it looked more like a pained grimace. "Thank you." Comet returned the gratitude with a sad half-smile. Now, with his daughter placed safely back in his arms, Wolffe addressed the rest of his men. "Dismissed," he said, then walked past them without another word. They acknowledged the singular order with a silent nod and immediately dispersed in the direction of the barracks. Such an order was not to be argued with, nor one to be ignored, and Wolffe appreciated their swift obedience.

With heavy steps, Wolffe carried his sleeping daughter into the Temple and traversed the winding hallways back to their room. It was a silent walk, much like the one going out to the terrace, except Wolffe was alone with his thoughts this time. There was still much to be sorted out before he deployed, and with only two rotations to get it all done, he knew he needed to get out of his head and back into the mission mindset. His first step was to meet with Fox tomorrow morning, and depending on how that conversation went, he'd come up with the best strategy.

Once back in their room, Wolffe pulled back the blanket on Cara's bed with one hand, laid her down, then tucked her in. He looked down at her and smiled fondly. She was out like a light and he had to admit that the silence was nice for once. It's not that he didn't enjoy his four-year-old's constant bombardments of questions, concerns, comments, cries, and occasional screams but after a while, it grated on his nerves. His only solace was that she went to bed before him, so he could have some time to reset himself.

And now that she was in bed and asleep, he could do the one thing he'd been wanting to do all rotation; take a shower. He was only home for a couple of hours before his wife had her medical emergency, and then it was a non-stop rollercoaster ride from there. But it was finally time to wash it all away, and not just the soot that made a home in his hair or the odd smell that was creeping onto his skin, but everything. All of the emotions and stress, the knots that formed in his neck and back, and the ache in his heart needed to be washed down the drain.

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[gmanwhore]

I want to hear your random headcanons of every nightmare resident

Because I just love nightmare mode

Ok ok I'm gonna go through. And give them their role in the hierarchy, their alignment (Death, War, Pestilence, Famine), and a random headcanon. I have more headcanons for certain characters but :3 Also alignment is just. Which Horseman they align with and which values they follow related to each idea. Yeah. If you want I can go into more detail but yeah.

Also also. The hierarchy goes Horseman -> Consort -> Ritual Performers (including the guy who provides sacrifices) -> Common Nightmare

Also another general headcanon! All romantic/familial relationships are the same :3

Xesbet:

Role: Common Nightmare

Alignment: War/Famine

Random headcanon: Xesbet is actually a lot like his human counterpart, a fairly chill guy who just wants to do his job. He just has a resting smile now instead of a resting frown.

Drugia:

Role: Common Nightmare

Alignment: Pestilence

Headcanon: Drugia can actually like. Make arms for the hands on her head. Also she's almost entirely blind, despite the number of eyes she has.

Exael:

Role: Common Nightmare

Alignment: War

Headcanon: He is incredibly methodical with his torture, and is very professional about everything. He's genuinely not into this, guys.

Barbatos:

Role: Ritual Performer

Alignment: Death/War

Headcanon: He strikes such fear into mortals he can simply open a sack and tell someone to get in. And they will just do that. Also, like his brother he is not a bad guy he's just chill.

Abducius:

Role: Common Nightmare (used to be a Ritual Performer)

Alignment: War/Death

Headcanon: He does get off of torturing people.

Lilith:

Role: Ritual Performer

Alignment: Famine/Pestilence

Headcanon: I don't CARE she is Nightmare Selenne to ME. Also she provides potions for rituals and is basically in charge of outside supplies. Also also she's dating both Famine and Pestilence so like.

Anazareth:

Role: Ritual Performer

Alignment: Famine

Headcanon: She is the man reason they have like. Half their Common Nightmares. Specifically Barbatos, Exael, Izanami, Abducius, and Nyogtha. She also just kind of does that when she gets pissed off.

Chaugnar:

Role: Ritual Performer

Alignment: Famine/Death

Headcanon: He is a perfectionist. He's not rude but he will passive agressively rearrange whatever was done wrong and be like "oh no it's fine don't mind me"

Nyogtha:

Role: Common Nightmare

Alignment: Death

Headcanon: She is worms baybayyyyyyyyyy like she is just a bundle of sentient worms. She's just piloting a rotting flesh mech.

Zoth:

Role: Ritual Performer

Alignment: Famine/Death

Headcanon: He is out preparing their ritual grounds almost constantly because plants grow very fast, but he doesn't mind and he enjoys his job.

Shub:

Role: Horseman of Famine

Alignment: Famine

Headcanon: Her symbols are snakes, dogs, and apples. Her season is Summer, and her festival is a huge feast! Her weapons are a Bear trap, and a morning star. She also has a garden for herself and spends a lot of time there. She's also one of the two Horsemen who are also technically elder gods because she is OLD and has never passed her title on.

Yog:

Role: Common Nightmare (former Consort)

Alignment: Famine/Pestilence

Headcanon: He genuinely doesn't care about anyone. He's always on the damn tome. He goes out very rarely.

Quachil:

Role: Consort

Alignment: Pestilence

Headcanon: PUT THIS GIRL BACK WITH HER MOM NOOWWWWWWWW she is a mama's girl she has to live with her dad because Yan Luo was salty at Ishtar for getting divorced. Quachil acts like she doesn't care but she HATES it here. She was also cast out of Heaven as a baby.

Yan Luo:

Role: Princess/Horseman of Death

Alignment: Death

Headcanon: She is from a long lineage, but she's the first woman like. Ever. Her symbols are dragons and skulls, her season is winter, and her weapon is a scythe (she can't use it). She is also the youngest of the Horsemen, and the least experienced. Her thing is a week long funeral, and during the winter she slips into a depression for. The whole season.

Orcus:

Role: Consort

Alignment: Death

Headcanon: He likes his wife :D

Ishtar:

Role: Horseman of Pestilence

Alignment: Pestilence

Headcanon: Ishtar's symbols are rats and locusts. Her season is Spring, and her weapon is a sword that she can grow vines up to STAB people. Her festival is. I shan't say. She is as old as Shub. Yeah ok she's a fertility goddess and is the only one who's festival doesn't include a sacrifice. She's also the kind of lady who will see a child and ask "is anyone gonna adopt this" and not wait for an answer.

Teutates:

Role: Horseman of War

Alignment: War

Headcanon: Teutates' season is Fall, and his symbols are horses and wolves. His formal weapon is a cudgel, but when he's just out and about he uses a baseball bat covered in barbed wire. His thing is a giant tournament where humans have to fight each other, than Teutates kills the winner. He is the only person who is chill with dopplegangers apparently, he likes keeping them as pets.

Ah Puch:

Role: Common Nightmare (formerly Horseman of War)

Alignment: War

Headcanon: He really needs a break, that's why he retired. He's mostly just annoying now.

Dagda:

Role: Common Nightmare

Alignment: Death

Headcanon: Dagda was sewn together by Yan Luo, and Xesbet put a soul in him. He sees Yan Luo as a mother but she doesn't like him. He is literally just a silly idk what to say.

Izanami:

Role: Common Nightmare

Alignment: War/Pestilence

Headcanon: You would think she's like. Quiet and sneaky but her ass is NOT she's very agressive and quick to anger.

[taradiddled]

One of the best things Lilith did as Queen of Hell was establish a collection of knowledge, both originating in Hell, and from Earth. She used the Goetia and their realm-crossing magic to gather as much information as she could from Earth, having a special team of Goetia transcribe the information into tomes for later perusal. Her own special library is host to information that even dates back to the Library of Alexandria. This information was once readily available to any nobles of the upper echelon, close to Lilith's position as Queen, most prominently, the Goetia.

However, while Lilith did eventually intend for the information to be openly available to the entirety of Hell, she became concerned that the information would be abused, and in the case of information relating to dangerous magic and transformative knowledge, used AGAINST her and Lucifer. Though one might find this fear to be quite self-serving, it was more than possible, especially in the earlier years of Lucifer and Lilith's reign, when they were still conquering all Hell's rings, bringing them under Morningstar rule.

As a result, this information remains largely in Lilith's Secret Library, which can only be accessed by Lilith, or her Goetia scribes (or, as these scribes later came to find, they could transfer their access to the library to their descendants).

[ineffable-vendetta]

This was meant to be with that wip post but I forgot, and then decided my boy deserves his own thing anyway. Here's a snippet of what was supposed to be my plot for my grad applications (I decided it was too complicated and I'm gonna go with something simpler)

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It’s a girl. 

When Daithi’s captors had dragged a limp body into the next cell, he’d remained still. No need to draw unnecessary attention to sate a personal curiosity. Only when the guards left the room did Daithi move, turning his attention towards the cell’s glass walls and the human who lay beyond. A girl. No more than 30 summers, practically a child. Her long dark hair spilled over her face, obscuring it, and her pale skin was mottled with bruises. The girl shifted and moved to sit up, pushing her hair back out of her eyes and taking in her surroundings. Daithi watched as her expression shifted from confusion to terror, and tears began to fall down her cheeks. 

“Who’s there?” she called, her voice trembling. Daithi remained silent.

“I-” Daithi watched as the girl seemed to steel herself, and she continued with a bit more confidence: “I know you’re there. I can see you.”

[mysticstarlightduck]

WIP Playlist Tag

I wasn't tagged by anyone in particular for this (recently at least) but I was inspired to make this so here we go!

Rules: Choose 10 songs that remind you of your WIP or which overall fit the story's plot, aesthetic, or vibe 🌟

I'll go with Supernova Initiative, Song of Thorns, and Of Starlight and Beasts for this one.

SUPERNOVA INITIATIVE

(Check Out the Full WIP Playlist here)

Antigravity - RUNAGROUND

Money Run Low - The Score

It's Unheard Of - Crossworm

Middle Finger - Bohnes

Superhero - Simon Curtis

Die For You - VALORANT ft. Grabbitz

Fighter - The Score

Strong For Somebody Else - Citizen Soldier

Rob A Bank - Confetti

Protector - City Wolf

SONG OF THORNS

(Check Out the Full WIP Playlist here)

The World We Made - Ruelle

Life After Life - Dracula The Musical

My Love Will Never Die - Claire Windham

Song of the Seven - Joey Batey

Children of The Night - Jonathan Young

Hellhounds of The Deep - Karliene

Goodbye - Arcane

City Of The Dead - Eurielle

Love Story - Indilla

Tale Of The Shadow - Sail North

OF STARLIGHT AND BEASTS

(Check Out the Full WIP Playlist here)

Peasant's Throne - Lilith Max

Ghost Of A Rose - Blackmore's Night

In Her Eyes - Josh Groban

The Captain's Daughter - Eurielle

The Voice - Celtic Woman

Mordred's Lullaby - Heather Dale

Evermore - Karliene

I See Fire - Zyrah

Pale - Within Temptation

Grieve No More - Patty Gurdy

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[cyberrat]

Lol, the whole council just got so use to the fact of Adam getting his peach spread while tied to one of them that when a meeting with Hell rulers ws organized one day, both Lucifer and Lilith got treated to the sight of Adam on a harness strapped to Sera stomach with her hog nestle deep in him, gagged and by the look on his face, obvious to all but the meat log he's keeping warm

Omg the most memorable meeting between Heaven and Hell 🙏 Lilith and Lucifer unable to really pay attention to anything because WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

Sera licking her finger and turning another page in the tome she put together for the meeting, oblivious that the other two are losing their mind over Adam getting speared on dick

[autisticlilith]

"With this spell declared, let the pain be shared."

It was an old spell Lilith had found in a dusty tome, along with other incantations she used to amuse her little sister. The two of them always had a knack for rhyming and wordplay... though Eda's joking nature would start to irritate Lilith as they got older.

Lilith was a "late bloomer" in terms of magical talent, which led her to seek out reading materials far above her grade level in search of answers or advice. Her family didn't know what to do, she hid her insecurities from them anyway—Eda had no trouble developing her powers, and was consistently equal to or better than Lilith despite being two years younger. Ironically, Eda herself always admired Lilith and was trying her best to keep up with her, not realizing her attempts to impress her sister were only pushing her further away. The competition between them was so friendly, so subtle that they didn't even realize they were competing until much later. They used to do everything together, as a team.

Lilith went into the Potions track largely because it's a field that favours book-learning and precision rather than using your own magic. Eda followed her, while finding ways to study other kinds of magic in secret. Lilith always dreamed of joining the Emperor's Coven. Eda followed her, because wouldn't it be cool to be the most powerful witches on the Boiling Isles together?

For so long, they shared everything: their ambitions, their secrets, their triumphs... their pain. Eda was the more rambunctious child, getting into all kinds of trouble, and Lilith looked out for her by literally taking half of her pain whenever she got hurt. It felt like a beautiful sacrifice, and the best way for Lilith to understand how Eda was feeling.

But years' worth of pain, happily accepted and never complained about, surely must have left a mark. Suffering became sacred; synonymous with love. Emperor Belos always said that to be great, you have to make sacrifices.

So what happens when, one night, Lilith decides that Eda needs to be the one sacrificed this time? Just this once.

Just this once, Lilith puts herself and what she wants first. Just this once, she doesn't want to be nice. Just this once, she doesn't feel her sister's pain.

It will only be for a day... right?

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Lilith #1 by Corin Howell and Warnia Sahadewa. Cover by Howell. Variant cover by Jae Lee. Out in August.

"Lilith is an immortal who's been banished from her home, a dimensional plane suspiciously similar to mankind's idea of Hell. She's been posing as a model on Earth while secretly preying on humans… that is, until she runs into Penelope, a sweet bookstore owner with a tome that might hold the secret to returning Lilith to her dimension... if the mismatched pair doesn't end up falling in love first!"

[yurnu]

Para yurnu

Se me ocurrio una loca reunion de universos la Charlie canon mirando toda la historia de BUTTERFLY EFFECT al lado de la Charlie de esa historia pero no alterando su propio conocimiento solo para comedia, tambien se junta el Adam del canon con el otro Adam y Luicfer canon con ese Lucifer Angel y la Lilith canon con la angel Lilith.

Charlie canon: ahhh entonces eres resultado de una pequeña viola.. digo sexo sin consentimiento? eh

Charlie BUTTERFLY EFFECT: si.. lo tuyo fue con amor? no? un poco ironico ya que naciste en el infierno, asi que fuiste criada por tus padres yo solo con Adam rey del infierno

Charlie canon: Entonces quieres redimir pero a los humanos? no es mal plan sabias que si es posible redimir pecadores? el final de mi serie sr pentious si llego al cielo...

Charlie BUTTERFLY EFFECT: ESPERA QUE? oh... me pregunto que sera de tus amigos en mi universo?

Charlie canon: No se espero que no esten tan mal...

Lucifer canon: ah.. asi que te violo lilith angel y no te ama y te quitaron a charlie y la cuido Adam que convivio con dinosaurios? amigo y creia que mi vida en el infierno era una mierda sin mi lilith pero tenia a mi dulce charlie, aunque tu charlie tiene mas logica y intenta redimir a los humanos que pecadores en mi universo

Luicfer BUTTERFLY EFFECT: si.. entonces como fue criar con una lilith a charlie? por sierto no amas a tu Adam?

Lucifer canon: NOOOO!!!! por dios yo lo odio, bueno esa es una de nuestras diferencias, aunque este Adam cuido bien de charlie se lo dare, realmente lamento que el cielo sea un asco en cada universo...

Lucifer BUTTERFLY EFFECT: Si al parecer... supongo que somos un asco en el amor, te divorciaste y yo jamas conseguire a mi amado Adam...

Lucifer canon: ahh si en eso tenemos en comun y nuestars charlie supongo... esto es deprimente...

Adam canon: A si que peliaste contra disnosaurios fuera del Eden y eres el rey del infierno y tienen domado a puño de hierro a los pecadores ESO ES SUPER METALERO AMIGO!!! * cuerno metalero con la mano

Adam BUTTERFLY EFFECT: Si le doy su leccion ya que no sufrieron realmente en nuestro universo los tengo con correa corta y en especial a Alastor jaja tampoco es malo charlie como hija, al menos hice que su idea loca lo usara ocn la gente viva donde tiene mas sentido

Adam canon: Buneo si esa fue buena idea si hubiera sugerido esa idea para la tierra si la hubiera ayudado la verdad...

Lilith canon: Eres tonta como mi Adam arruinaste tus privilegios violando a lucifer?!!!

Lilith BUTTERFLY EFFECT: Oh por favor como si no te hubieras metido con el tuyo por poder y siendo reina del infierno

lilith canon: Era eso o vivir como marginados con luci, tampoco era un buen lugar tome vacaciones en el cielo

Lilith BUTTERFLY EFFECT: Lo se y me dicen mala madre, al menos lucifer sabia de mis intenciones no le di amor y luego de 10.000 años lo abandono por el cielo y tu charlie de una dia para otro eres tan perrra como yo solo que si amaste a tu lucifer pero te decepciono y fuiste de vacaciones no?

lilith: Bueno si me canso su deprecion y no queria que se lo pegara a charlie no habia otra manera y las vacaciones, esperemos mi real razon en la segunda temporada del show

Alastor canon: Ah si que eeres la perra de tu Adam eh?...

Alastor BUTTERFLY EFFECT: Bueno no conte que si hacia algo contra los pecadores a diferencia de tu lucifer... y si la cadena duele como una mierda, aunque tu estas igual, es acaso lilith tu dueña?

Alastor canon: Lo dira la segunda temporada y si tambien me molesta mi cadena, espero que mi plan si funcione

Alastor BUTTERFLY EFFECT: Yo tambien al menos a uno de los 2 le valla bien ser el dueño del infierno....

No se se me ocurrio desde ayer, dime como seria tu las reacciones de los personajes canon con el mundo de BUTTERFLY EFFECT?

||🍃🔱 BUTTERFLY EFFECT AU 🔱🍃||

LOOOOOL HAHAHAHA.

Sus reacciones serían esas. Excepto las de las Charlie's. Ya que BE! Charlie la trataría de idiota al ver que quiere hacer un lugar de redención para los pecadores.

BE! Charlie: ... Es que... ¿¡Tú eres estúpida o que mierda!? ¿¡Cómo mierdas es que quieres hacer un lugar para los pecadores!?

Charlie: ¡Todos merecen una segunda oportunidad!

BE! Charlie: ¡Segunda oportunidad mis pelotas que no tengo! ¡Esos hijos de putas tuvieron cien años para retractarse de sus acciones y si decidieron no hacerlo es porque no se arrepiente! ¡Merecen arder en el infierno! ¡Tu gente son los hellborns! ¡No los pecadores!

Charlie: ¡Esos pecadores son mi familia!

BE!Charlie: ¡Pues vaya familia de mierda! ¡¿Acaso tú familia son los asesinos, violadores, abusadores de menores, traficantes de órganos, ladrones, genocidas, zoofilicos, necrofilicos, caníbales y un muy largo etc!?

Charlie: ¡Ellos son así porque no tuvieron a nadie que los guiará!

BE! Charlie:...... ¿¡ME ESTAS JODIENDO, ESTÚPIDA!? —Grito de frustración—

BE!Adam deja de hablar con Adam cuando escucha la charla de los dos Alastor's. Convoca su cadena y la jala con fuerza, haciendo que Alastor aparezca arrodillado en el suelo ante él.

BE!Adam: Así que quieres gobernar el infierno, eh? — Lo patea con brusquedad en la cara. Haciendo que escupa sangre y caiga al suelo— ¡CONOCE TU LUGAR PERRA DE MIERDA! ¡NO ERES MÁS QUE UN TROZO DE MIERDA AL IGUAL QUE LOS DE TU CALAÑA! —Le pisa la cabeza y jala de la cadena, induciendo un abrumador dolor* ¡DI LO QUE ERES PUTA! ¡DILO!

BE! Alastor: S-soy un miserable trozo de mierda, a-amo

BE!Adam sonríe con sadismo mientras que sus ojos brillan en un fuerte resplandor dorado. Se gira para mirara a Adam.

BE!Adam: Si quieres ser así como yo. Suicídate y viaja al pasado, salte del Edén. La vida será dura, pero va a ser muy gratificante.

Adam: Mnnnn...— realmente lo está considerando —