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~ Scriptures about forgiveness ~

Matthew 6:15 "But if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses."

Ephesians 4:32 "Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you."

Colossians 3:13 "Bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive."

Daniel 9:9 "To the Lord our God belong mercy and forgiveness, for we have rebelled against him."

Romans 3:23 "For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God."

Proverbs 10:12 "Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all offenses."

Micah 7:18 "Who is a God like you, pardoning iniquity and passing over transgression for the remnant of his inheritance? He does not retain his anger forever, because he delights in steadfast love."

Mark 11:25 "And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses."

Luke 17:3-4 "Take heed to yourselves: If thy brother trespass against thee, rebuke him; and if he repent, forgive him."

Luke 6:37 "Judge not, and ye shall not be judged: condemn not, and ye shall not be condemned: forgive, and ye shall be forgiven:"

Matthew 6:14 "For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you:"

1 John 1:9 "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness."

Isaiah 1:8 "Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool."

James 5:16 "Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much."

[anastpaul]

Quote/s of the Day – 23 June – Forgive!

Quote/s of the Day – 23 June – “The Month of the Sacred Heart of Jesus” –The Fifth Sunday after Pentecost – 1 Peter 3:8-15; Matthew 5:20-24. – Scripture search here: https://www.drbo.org/ “Leave there thy offering before the Altarand go first to be reconciled to thy brotherand then, coming, thou shalt offer thy gift.” Matthew 5:24 “Remember not our former iniquities,let Thy mercies speedily…

[breakingbreadwithnatasha]

Breaking Bread For 6.21.25

Today’s Theme: Forgiveness Audio Option Please click on the audio player below to listen to today’s message. You can fast-forward past the intro and get straight to the message by clicking the play button, and then the 30-second fast-forward button on the audio player. Thank you! https://www.spreaker.com/episode/breaking-bread-for-june-21–60242104 Scripture So watch yourselves.“If your…

[walkswithmyfather]

Luke 15:11-13, 17-22, 24 (NIV). [11] “Jesus continued: “There was a man who had two sons. [12] The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them. [13] “Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. [17] “When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! [18] I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. [19] I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ [20] So he got up and went to his father. “But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. [21] “The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ [22] “But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. [24] For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.”

Psalm 56:3-4 (NASB). “When I am afraid, I will put my trust in You. In God, whose word I praise, In God I have put my trust; I shall not be afraid. What can mere man do to me?”

“A Powerful Love” by In Touch Ministries:

“Even when our instinct is to rescue those we love, our wisest course is to trust God and obey His direction.”

“When we read about the Prodigal Son, our focus is usually on God’s amazing love, demonstrated by the father. We delight in knowing that He responds to us the same way when we stray from Him. But today, let’s look at the parable to see what it teaches about our responsibility to love others.

• Let go. The father had every right to refuse his second son’s foolish request, but he understood that the young man had already left home in his heart. There may be times when the most loving thing we can do is also the most difficult—to let a loved one go. When we try to control the outcome, we may actually get in God’s way.

• Wait. Once we’ve let go, we must then wait patiently for God to do His work in that person’s life. Did you notice the father didn’t go to search for his son? He chose to trust God instead of trying to fix the situation and prevent the inevitable hard consequences of the prodigal’s unwise behavior.

The only way you can respond like this is to have confidence in the Lord’s good plans (Psalms 56:3-4). He loves the other person more than you can know and understands the best way to reach him or her. Your job is to watch and pray until God brings the prodigal home.”

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[shamballalin]

JESUS LIVES! ~ Part I

Are you aware that the hyssop Jesus took a sip from while he was on the cross and the foods that he ate post crucifixion after meeting up with the apostles as they walked on the road to Emmaus, as told in Luke 24:16, were all foods that had healing and antiseptic properties? “Consider Luke 24:39 and Luke 24: 42, 43. Here Jesus is showing his wounds from the nails in his hands, and how they…

[kmac4him1st]

Something New

God is doing something new today. Make sure you "know it" God bless ya. Much!

“At each and every sunrise you will hear my voice as I prepare my sacrifice of prayer to you. Every morning I lay out the pieces of my life on the altar and wait for your fire to fall upon my heart.” Psalms 5:3 TPT God Is Doing New Things ~ Know Them In life we can get comfortable with what we know and start leaning into the experience of  our life, knowing how to “live” out of our life wisdom,…

[touchofgoddotworld]

The Armor of God (Part 3) (261) - August 31 2024

Choose your Podcast App to Play this episode Catrice teaches on the application of the Armor of God for today’s world. Effective spiritual Armor for spiritual attacks. This program covers the following Scriptures from the Amplified Classic version (AMPC): Ephesians 6:13-18; John 1:1; Philippians 4:7; Isaiah 55:11; John 8:32; 2 Corinthians 5:21; John 15:4; Romans 8:11; Romans 8:14; 2 Corinthians…

[graceandpeacejoanne]

Isaiah 61: Year of the Jubilee

When Jesus began his ministry, it is the first two verses of this chapter that he read aloud in synagogue, saying "Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing." #Jubilee #Isaiah61 #YearofGodsFavor

Have any of you ever met a warrior?  There are many men and woman who really do have the “blood of justice on their garments,” soldiers, police officers, guards … warriors. Have ever had an opportunity to listen to their stories, what it took to fulfill their mission, the heartache, the strength and courage, to be the ones in front, protecting all the rest of us from evil? For the love of…

[martyschoenleber]

Sons of Thunder -- Followers of Christ Filled with Anger

When Jesus passes through a Samaritan town in the last year of His ministry, two of His disciples, James and John, two of the men in the inner circle of His twelve, two of the three men He spent the most time with, demonstrated how far they had yet to grow in their discipleship. James and John had been nicknamed by Jesus as “sons of thunder.” (Mark 3:17) From a study of their character, you might…

[fardell24b]

Church notes - 30th July 2023

30th Matthew 6:9 - 13

Purpose Fellowship

Psalm 133:1 Genesis 1:1, 2 John 1:1 - 3

All of the Trinity were involved in Creation.

Luke 3:21, 22 The Trinity is there. Three in one. He is a community.

Genesis 2:15 - 25 Ephesians 2

The Cross - reconciliation with God and each other.

Matthew 22:36 - 40 John 17:11 - 19

Ecclesiastes 4:8 - 12 vs 10 There are times when we need the help of others. vs 11 When you live in Community you need wamth vs 12 When you live in community you will find protection.

Proverbs 17:27

Friends can support each other.

Galatians 6:2 1 Thessalonians 5:11

[shanastoryteller]

A happiest of birthdays upon you Shana! 🍰🎁 Time travel Percy cont. pls and thank you!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

Thalia stays in the Zeus cabin alone and tries not to feel too resentful about it.

She's always known that she would be considered a freak even among demi-gods, a forbidden child of the king of the gods. She's got power than she should and more life than she should and no one seems to know what to do with it. The only ones that don't treat her like a freak are Annabeth, Luke, and Percy.

As suspicious as she'd been of Percy in the beginning, she can't help but be grateful for him now. He's the only one that seems to get it.

He's a child of Persephone, a goddess who has never strayed from her husband, or at least not in any way that's resulted with children. People are almost as wary of him and his strange, unknowable powers as they are over her and her knowable, terrifying powers.

More than that, he just seems to understand it, all her frustration and anger and isolation over being a forbidden child that even sometimes leaves Luke flummoxed. He always seems to know when she's right on the edge of calling lightning to her hands whether she wants to or not and brings her somewhere high and barren where she can't do too much damage.

However, the way he seems perfectly comfortable in the middle of a thunderstorm probably speaks to some sort of mental balance. It's a good think Luke seems to like them crazy.

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Against Blood & Water l Sylus

Chapter 4

←CH 3 | CH 5→

Summary: Seventeen years ago, your life had taken a turn for the worse when your newborn twins were separated from you by a cruel twist of fate. The same fate had led you to the N109 Zone, to your children who were all grown up now. Reconciliation with your boys would've been slightly easier had they somehow not acquired a father figure over the years who wasn't letting them go anytime soon.

Warning(s): Subject to change as we progress further into the story. For this chapter: mentions of guns, stalking and drugs/drug dealings, first meeting with the devil himself

Word count: 2.9k

Playlist coming soon.

Notes: A long chapter as a compensation for lost time ;) This story is for the Sylus girlies' who consider Luke and Kieran their babies. A little information on the timeline: in this story, the reader is 35 with Luke and Kieran being 17. Sylus never felt like 28 to me, so he's a hot-ass 39-year-old man (bear with me). The timeline is a bit confusing, I know, but soon it'll be cleared, too. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask me, and I'll try my best to give you a proper answer without revealing too much. Let me know if you wish to be added to the tag list for this series. ♥

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You cursed inwardly at the absence of a peephole as you pressed yourself flat against the door. Gun raised in your dominant hand, you reached for the doorknob with the other, turning it with excruciating care. Then, without further hesitation, you yanked the door open, heedless of the risk — after all, you were armed. That should be enough.

Standing before you was a short, elderly man, adjusting his glasses as he squinted at a crumpled sheet of paper. At the sound of the door opening, he looked up and scratched his head. “Is this apartment number 404?” he asked, entirely unfazed by the weapon in your hand. Perhaps he was just another product of life in the N109 Zone, where paranoia and firearms were part of the décor.

You felt your heart trying to recover from the brink of cardiac arrest — all for this?

“This building only has three floors, mister,” you deadpanned, rubbing your temples in mild irritation.

He chuckled gleefully, apparently amused by his own mistake. “Oh, dear gods! My bad, young lady. Enjoy your evening,” he said with a carefree wave.

You forced a polite smile and shut the door before he’d even turned away. Shaking your head in disbelief, you set your gun down on the table and wandered back into the dimly lit living room. Collapsing onto the couch, you picked up the mechanical bird that had been silently observing you. Its eyes remained vacant, yet the long-range tracker beneath its talon blinked persistently in red.

You tried to scratch the tracker off to no avail. Frustrated, you fetched a fork and prepared to pry it out manually — but were halted mid-movement by the bird’s sudden, piercing cries of distress.

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you set the crow down beside you, your gaze drifting absently into the distance. You could feel the bird’s curious eyes fixed on you, and with a shrug, you turned your attention back to it.

“What?” you muttered. “Your creator probably embedded ten more trackers somewhere inside you. It's not like I’ll be able to find them all before my location gets compromised, so I’ll leave you be, birdie.”

The mechanical crow tilted its head and gave a subtle nod, as though it comprehended your reasoning — and agreed. It then began preening its artificial feathers with a calm efficiency that almost made you forget it was just a machine.

You studied it for a while, unable to suppress a flicker of admiration for the intricate craftsmanship. On impulse, you scooped the crow back into your hands, turning it over to inspect the fine detailing etched into its metallic body, ignoring the irritable caws it let out in protest. It fluttered in a futile attempt to escape, but its damaged wing kept it grounded.

A pang of guilt shot through you.

With a sigh, you stood and retrieved a pair of pliers. Holding them up, you addressed the bird, “I’ll try to fix your bent wing, if you’re willing.”

You were offering it the chance to back away — to refuse the aid of your untrained hands. But your lips curled faintly when the crow hopped forward, climbing onto your lap and settling with its wings spread out in quiet submission.

Carefully, you worked on its mangled wing, using the pliers to straighten the deformed metal feathers — casualties of the bullet that had nearly torn the wing off. When you were done, you gently set it down and gave it space.

With hesitant beats of its wings, the crow lifted into the air, wobbly and a bit unsteady, yes — but it was flying again. You watched with a quiet sense of pride, half-expecting it to head straight for the nearest exit.

Instead, it circled once, then landed beside your hand, staring up at you.

You raised a brow, amusement flickering in your eyes. “What? Not planning to report back to your master?” you teased, stroking a finger gently down its smooth, cold head. “Or maybe you’re sticking around to spy a little longer — just in case I spill something useful?”

The bird offered no response, no artificial chirps or movements. It simply settled beside you, tucking its wings neatly beneath its frame.

You exhaled, raking a hand through your hair as sleep overtook your senses, your body succumbing to the land of dreams.

The next morning, you woke with a well-devised plan already playing out in your mind as you freshened up for the day. It was simple, really: you'd visit a run-down bar named ‘Gemini’ where a man named Herald was waiting. He had promised to provide insider information on the drug lord’s upcoming deal locations — for a modest bribe, of course.

You were just about to head out when a familiar pair of glowing red eyes blinked up at you mid-popsicle bite. With a resigned sigh, you realized you couldn't risk leaving your most valuable lead unattended in the apartment.

You rummaged through the storeroom, still cluttered with leftover construction materials, until you unearthed an old rope. Returning to the living room, you grabbed the mechanical crow in one swift motion, ignoring its caws of protest. You secured the rope around its head and beneath its wings, fashioning a makeshift leash. A quick tug on your end confirmed it was neither too tight nor too loose — just enough to keep it in check.

The bird glared at you with unmistakable indignation, its metal feathers puffed out in defiance as it hopped into your path. You shot it a sharp look and warned coldly, “Get in my way again, and I’ll stomp on you so hard, even your synthetic feathers won’t know which direction to fall in.”

The mechanical crow appeared to understand the threat — albeit reluctantly — and, still a bit pissed, settled by your side as you locked the door behind you.

You made your way down the streets to the bar, the mechanical crow hopping ahead of you. You almost felt as if you were taking your pet crow for a walk — almost. Considering the bird was more of a hostage than a companion, and the aged rope barely qualified as a leash, the comparison felt far from accurate.

You made it to the club with a side-eye or two on the streets and searched for the burly man as soon as you entered. The interior was only sparsely crowded, making it easy to spot your contact. You took a seat across from Herald, carefully concealing your mechanical stalker beneath the table, its leash (rope?) still securely gripped in your left hand.

You handed over the promised payment, listening intently as Herald detailed the timing of the shifts between dealing locations. In a few moments, he passed you a hastily drawn map of the N109 Zone, the dealing routes marked with crude arrows and highlighted dots. You tucked the map into the pocket of your blazer as he left, and then made your way to the terrace of the ten-story building, a half-finished vegetable skewer in one hand and the rope (leash?) of your little stalker in the other.

Standing on the terrace, you gripped the cool metal railing, your fingers curled around it for balance. Your feet were perched on the narrow concrete lip running along the base of the railing, just elevated enough to allow you to lean forward slightly. The height gave you a better vantage of the ground below, though you found your mind wandering to the thought of what it would be like if you fell. You took a big bite of the vegetable around the skewer, concluding that you’d live but the injuries you’d face would be fatal. 

As you absentmindedly took another bite from the skewer, your gaze flicked toward the bar below. A customer had just entered, and you couldn't help but notice that the doors weren’t the traditional wooden kind. Instead, two tall, sturdy mirrors stood in place, perfectly aligned, each reflecting the other. The corners of the mirrors were adorned with delicate silver filigree, now chipped but still beautiful.

Twin mirrors facing each other…hm.

You took the final bite of your skewer, a strange sense of familiarity tugging at the edge of your thoughts. You couldn’t place it — but before you could dwell on it further, the mechanical crow began flapping its wings in a frenzy, thrashing and twisting as if desperate to escape the rope looped around its neck.

Startled, you tossed the skewer aside and hastily dusted off your hand, tightening your grip on the rope. But it was too late. With one final violent jerk, the bird slipped free, its tarnished wings catching the dim light as it soared to the adjacent railing and disappeared into the shadows.

Left with no other choice, you drew your gun from the holster beneath your blazer and aimed at the faint glint of crimson in the darkness. You muttered a curse under your breath — damn the N109 Zone and its perpetual gloom, even at eleven in the morning. You couldn’t risk letting that bird escape. You shifted your aim slightly, targeting the wing, intent on mangling the metal just enough to ground it.

You pulled the trigger.

But the recoil caught you off guard. A sharp, startled scream tore from your throat as the force knocked you off balance. Your feet slipped from the narrow ledge, and in one fluid, horrifying motion, your body tipped over the railing. You plummeted, arms flailing, the wind shrieking past your ears as terror clawed its way up your spine. Ten stories down. This was your end.

Then — everything stopped.

A thick, red-black mist coiled around your body, engulfing you. In an instant, it yanked you upward back to the terrace. Before you could make sense of it, you were back — kneeling on the terrace floor, your chest heaving. You wiped the sweat from your brow with a trembling hand, blinking rapidly to clear your vision.

You saw a shadow on the ground moving towards you and you whipped your head up. The first thing you saw was your stalker bird perched obediently on his shoulders making everything inside you still. His voice, when he spoke, was deep and measured, with a touch of amused disdain.

“Someone really ought to revoke your pistol permit, sweetie.”

Right at that moment, you saw a small bullet hole right in the center of his forehead and minimal blood splattered on his face. Your hand flew to your mouth not out of the knowledge of the fact that you had shot him when you were meaning to shoot the bird, but out of the realization that he was alive and walking around as if he owned the place — that the bullet hadn’t killed him, as if death had chosen to skip him entirely.

You rose slowly to your feet, gripping the gun tightly as you sized him up. The mechanical crow perched dutifully on his shoulder was all the confirmation you needed — this was the man who had sent it to track your every move. Your stalker. And yet, paradoxically, this same man had just saved your life. Then again, you wouldn’t have ended up in that kind of situation if his little invention hadn’t startled you in the first place.

You watched with thinly veiled curiosity as he dragged a finger across his forehead, the bullet hole sealing itself as though it had never existed. Calmly, he retrieved a small black handkerchief from the pocket of his blazer and methodically wiped the blood from his face.

“How is this even possible? How are you still standing—just who the hell are you?” you asked, finally finding your voice.

“A friend, sweetie,” he replied smoothly, returning the handkerchief to its place. Were your ears failing you or did you actually hear ‘fiend’ instead of ‘friend’? 

You chose not to voice your inner conflict. Instead, you crossed your arms and scoffed. “Friends don’t usually set their creepy little spy inventions to their so-called friends’ backs.”

He hummed in agreement, a low, velvety sound that matched the glint of amusement in his crimson eyes. They regarded you not with malice, but with the kind of knowing mirth that suggested he was three moves ahead — and quite enjoying it.

“I suppose I owe you an apology,” he began, voice smooth as silk. “Though, in my defense, necessity has a way of making choices for us.”

He stepped closer, the click of his boots against the floor deliberate. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he offered a name like it was a game piece laid on the board:

“I’m Sylus. Leader of Onychinus.”

The name landed like a stone in your stomach. You straightened instinctively, mind racing — Onychinus. That was who employed your children.

As if unfazed by your reaction, he produced a coin from his pocket and began flipping it lazily between his fingers, each spin catching the dim light. His tone remained conversational, almost indulgent.

“Onychinus has, regrettably, found itself under the radar of Linkon’s Crime Department. A tedious affair, really. The recent... activity spike within the faction hasn’t helped. Naturally, I’ve been searching for someone competent enough to handle a few inconvenient legal entanglements. Imagine my surprise when I learned that one of Linkon’s finest legal minds was wandering around the N109 Zone.”

He gave a subtle nod to the mechanical crow perched on his shoulder.

“So yes,” he said, lips curling into a smirk, “I sent Mephisto to keep an eye on you. Strictly for your… safety, of course. The N109 isn’t exactly a welcoming place for an outsider like you.” He paused, tilting his head slightly, that smirk deepening. “And, well… turns out that decision paid off quite nicely, didn’t it?”

You swallowed the sarcastic “no thanks” on the tip of your tongue and crossed your arms instead, tapping your foot with restrained annoyance, forced to keep your demeanor since you didn’t have knowledge of the extent of his powers.

“So what now?” you asked, voice edged. “Am I expected to sell my soul just because you showed up at the right time?”

His smile turned cryptic, as if he knew something you didn’t. “Something along those lines.”

You narrowed your eyes, about to respond, when he smoothly cut in.

“All I ask is that you lend me your legal expertise. Temporarily. Help me navigate a few… complexities. I’d say that’s a fair trade for pulling you back from death’s doorstep, wouldn’t you?”

If your department found out you were even considering this offer, they’d have your resignation letter written before you could blink. But then again, it wasn’t like your hands were clean. You’d tampered with major criminal cases before, manipulating outcomes with your probability evol — all while claiming not to be an evolver when you first joined the judiciary.

"What exactly do I stand to gain in return?" You jutted your chin toward him with defiance, finally easing your gun back into the holster beneath your blazer.

"You’re a shark," he commented, the corner of his mouth curling into the faintest hint of a grin.

"You should see me when there's blood in the water," you shot back coolly, your lips pressed into a firm line.

Sylus didn’t hesitate. "Protection in the N109 Zone. Especially when you're forced to wade through the mess that brought you here in the first place. Housing at my estate and most needs taken care of. No one will know you're working for me, and your position in Linkon’s judicial branch will remain untouched. Your expenses will be handled. You'll have regular access to Mephisto, Luke, and Kieran."

He let that last part hang, crimson eyes observing your reaction.

Your breath hitched as you heard him mention the names of your twins. That alone was enough reason for you to work for him. You’d see them again. Every day, even. You could rebuild something real, something fragile that had almost been lost eighteen years ago. Thank goodness that the little semblance of pride in you prevented you from bursting into happy tears right at that very moment. 

You cleared your throat, eyes flickering to a distant point as if searching for a reason not to give in.

"Alright," you murmured, gaze steady now. "I'll work with Onychinus—for the time being."

Sylus leaned back in his seat, exuding a quiet satisfaction. "Excellent." He extended a hand, his voice like velvet over steel. "Welcome to Onychinus."

You took his hand in a firm shake. His grip was tightened for a fraction of a second and you could’ve sworn you saw some kind of hostility in his gaze before it was gone.

"Why don’t you gather your belongings from your apartment?" he suggested. "We’ll head to the estate once you’re ready. I’ll drive."

You gave it a moment’s thought, then nodded. He gestured for you to lead the way, ever the gentleman with a predator’s patience.

Once your footsteps had faded and the terrace fell silent, Mephisto, perched nearby, cocked his head and let out a low, inquisitive caw. His gaze remained locked on the door you had passed through, the space where you'd stood, almost as if he were waiting for you to reappear. 

After a long pause, Sylus finally spoke, his voice a whisper that still managed to echo with dark resonance. "They say to keep your friends close..." He let the words dangle, his lips curling ever so slightly. "...but it’s your enemies you should keep closer… Close enough to feel the pulse of their fear, yet distant enough that they never see your blade until it’s too late."

He turned to follow you, Mephisto perching back on his shoulder.

Author's exclusive cuts episode 1:-

In Latin, "Gemini" means "twins." Gemini is a bar which was sponsored by Sylus himself, a year after he officially met Luke and Kieran. Most of the ornaments and even the architecture of the place allude to the general theme which is 'twins'. Additionally, the menu of the bar is everything that the twins' like. The bar is "run-down" as a result of the twins antics overtime.

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Re: The Spaces Inbetween Part 3 - Sorrento

Usually a Spaces In-between post from me is accompanied by a long timeline showing you what you couldn't see, but this one will be a little more simple...

1) The only timelines you know to know for this are:

• L's had an appearance w/ A at the GQ event July 4-6 and then wasn't seen again w/ her for 3 weeks, joining up for R's b-day trip the last week of July.

• L went w/ the Sohoes, including A, to Peters beach in Sorrento ≈ July 29- Aug 1 (R's b-day)

• N didn't post on her IG grid from July 15 - Aug 15. Not one post.

2) Ok, and... ???

Wasn't N filming MFAT? And wasn't L doing appearances w/ his PR gf? Yes and yes. But here's the kicker: what if L & N were traveling together privately on their off time?

• Old news - L's trip to Marbella may have been in July or August since the resort posted a BTON themed reel around that time

• New news- Remember the pic that L liked on E. Appleton's page that looks like Lukola in the water?*** We ran it through the wizard and found it's a beach on the Amalfi coast - the Positano area which is within 30 min of Sorrento. The nearby Capri is just 17 min away and secluded Conca dei Marini, 50 min away.

• Positano area coastal towns are known to have private beaches for celebs while Sorrento is a more touristy location.

3) The clues are clue-ing

• It's possible N was w/ L for all or part of the time he was in Sorrento, albeit in another town a short distance away. I'd go so far as to say L could have spent the day w/ the Sohoes to do his PR and the night w/ N privately.

• It's also possible L & N had some extra days prior to Sorrento in a private resort nearby w/ some actor friends, or took a tour of the Amalfi coast. (We can rule out after Sorrento because L was seen at the airport going back to London)

4) Do I think it's Lukola in the picture?

• I do believe there's a high likelihood! It makes sense w/ the timing and location not to mention, w/ N expecting, I'm quite positive they didn't want to spend too much time apart 🥰

The Amalfi coast towns are all right together:

• Others did a little detective work as well:

@jmuz09 : "I’ve used a few different AI image search engines and most of the searches have pointed to this place 👇 The one thing that did catch my eye was the reference to the ancient water tower in the description, which could be the structure in Emma’s picture"

@notsoseceretlove: " I always thought it was Conca de Mirini which is 50 min. from Sorrento but none the less same concept." It has the historic Capo di Conca tower there. https://amalficoastgreenlung.com/conca-dei-marini/ 👇

• "I think the hair does kind of match [Luke's hair in] Sorrento. His hair was pretty long then... the chest and general size of that guy in the water matches pretty well when you see the Sorrento pic."

5) The conclusion

•All in the all, the spaces in between for this time in Lukola history suggests there was a good chance N was right by L's side wrapping up Part 1 of his legal obligations.

•It looks like they may have explored the Amalfi coast together before the Sohoes even arrived (always thought it was strange they appeared on a Monday), perhaps N stayed around nearby as long as she could then L finished up and left before the end of the week.

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[devildomwriter]

What order of age does everyone go in, im talking like the brothers, the dateables, everyone from the Celestial realm. Because i know that barbatos is the oldest and luke has to be the youngest out of the characters, but where does everyone else fall into place?

1. Lucifer is the first of angels and Barbatos the first of demons. They are probably the same in age but I’m willing to bet Lucifer is oldest.

2. Michael

3. Simeon

4. Mammon

5. Leviathan

6. Asmodeus

7. Beelzebub/Belphegor

8. Raphael (possibly as he is referred to as being young even by the twins)

9. Lilith (assuming)

10. Diavolo

11. Mephistopheles

12. Thirteen

13. Solomon

14. Luke

15. Satan (physically)

16. The Little Ds

17. MC