#oc: Azrakiel

[bardic-tales]

Title: Bloodlines and Battlefields

Pairing: Bianca Moore / Sephiroth

Other Characters: Azrakiel (Lord of the Abyssal Incubi), Mordecai (mentioned)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2251

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII (AU / Crossover Elements)

Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt / Comfort, Whump, Enemies, Soulmates, Established Relationship, Anxiety and Mental Health, Magic and Fantasy, Parallel Universe, Supernatural

Warnings: Graphic violence, implied past torture, possession, psychological manipulation, possessive dynamics, dark themes

Summary: When Azrakiel dares to stake his claim on Bianca once more, Sephiroth stands between them, proving with blade and fury that she belongs to him and no one else.

Author's Note: This story is set in the Final Fantasy VII universe, but which specific game or timeline it aligns with is entirely up to the reader's interpretation. Elements from various installments may be present, but no single version is definitive for this narrative. Additionally, to clarify an important aspect of Bianca’s lore. Azrakiel and Asmodeus are one and the same. The name Azrakiel reflects his celestial past, while Asmodeus represents the demonic force he has become. I decided to use Azrakiel to illustrate that Sephiroth isn't up against a normal opponent.

Also, I was so tempted to have OWA as the theme song of this. But we're going to go with Lux Aeterna. It has the dreamy and slightly uplifting beat that would accompany this.

1.

The Northern Crater was a tomb of silence. The jagged, ice-bound walls glistening with an unnatural sheen, reflecting the dim, sickly glow of Mako veins coursing beneath the frozen ground. It was a place where sunlight dared not tread: forsaken and cold. The air was bitter, unmoving, as if the world itself held its breath. This was Sephiroth’s domain, their and Mother’s home, carved out in defiance of Shinra and the Planetary Defenders.

But a slow, deliberate stride fractured the silence. Azrakiel, Lord of the Abyssal Incubi, moved with the fluid grace of a serpent. His obsidian wings folded behind him, as his eyes of molten gold scanning the darkness. His black hair cascaded over broad shoulders, like a dark halo framing a face too beautiful for any realm but the Abyssal.

“You’ve trespassed far enough,” came a voice. The tone was bitter, commanding, and drenched in contempt.

The dark smoke, heavy and choking, unfurled like a living shadow, laced with streaks of poisonous violet that shimmered with an unnatural light. Sephiroth emerged, his black leather coat gleaming under the dim light and the silver pauldrons catching the light as he raised his gleaming Masamune. A bright, lethal light glinted in his cat-like eyes, reflecting the moonlight and promising danger. A chill deeper than the ice snaked up his spine as the black feathers fell like whispers of death around his boots.

Azrakiel’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Sephiroth. How quaint. Does the lion now guard the lamb?” His voice was smooth, a velvet mockery. “Or perhaps you believe Bianca is yours by right?”

The silver-haired god’s pupils contracted, a quiet storm brewing beneath his impassive façade. His grip on Masamune was steady, controlled, though tension coiled beneath his skin like a viper ready to strike.

“She is,” Sephiroth said. His tone edged with calm finality. “You’ve taken enough from her.”

Azrakiel chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that resonated with the sinister sweetness of poisoned honey.

“Taken? I only reclaimed what was already mine.” With the chilling satisfaction of a predator who has successfully stalked and captured its quarry, his golden eyes gleamed brightly. “She carries my blood. She is bound to me.”

Masamune sang through the air. It was a whisper of death so swift that Azrakiel barely had time to shift before steel kissed flesh. A thin line of crimson blossomed on his cheek. The demonic blood sizzling upon contact with the frozen ground. The ice hissed and steamed, and the scent of burning sulfur curling into the cold air.

With a voice as cold and glacial as the alien cells coursing through his veins, Sephiroth made his declaration. “Your claim is void. Flesh and blood are irrelevant. She belongs to me.”

Azrakiel’s expression flickered: something between amusement and disdain. “You sound as if you believe it.” His lips parted in a slow, cruel grin. “Ah, but tell me something, godling. Where were you when she screamed for help? When I flayed her skin from the bone, when I shattered her voice with agony, and I they reduced her body to nothing more than a broken vessel?” He tilted his head. “You weren’t there. That pathetic wretch who called himself her husband came too late.”

A barely perceptible yet sharp edge of fury cut through Sephiroth’s typically calm demeanor, betraying itself only in the subtle, almost imperceptible tremor of his fingers as they tightened around the hilt of his ōdachi, Masamune. He breathed steadily, but his knuckles whitened.

Mordecai had failed her. He hadn’t been there to stop it. Once he had bled for Bianca, it was too late.

If Sephiroth had been there, Bianca would have never suffered beneath Azrakiel’s hands. Before a single blade could ever have touched her flesh, he would have carved the wretched beast into a thousand pieces, preventing any harm from coming to her. She would have never endured Azrakiel’s cruel, slicing blows, the searing pain a brand she’d carry forever, never been forced to stitch herself back together from the ruin he wrought, the rough thread scratching against her raw skin.

Azrakiel’s voice, smooth as silk, dripped with taunting mockery, each word a subtle sting. “And yet, you dare to claim her? As if she is yours?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Pathetic.”

Sephiroth stepped forward, and the very air around him seemed to still, gravity bending beneath the sheer force of his will. His shadow stretched long and distorted across the glassy ice, flickering with every movement, growing darker as the sun dipped lower.

“She is mine,” he repeated, his voice softer now, but far more dangerous. “And I am not Mordecai.”

Sephiroth spoke the very name with quiet, razor-sharp disdain. Mordecai, who had let her slip through his fingers. Mordecai, whose failure had allowed Bianca’s body to be torn apart, her soul fractured. Sephiroth would not succumb to the same weakness that had undone Mordecai; his resolve was absolute.

His lips curled into something that barely resembled a smile, all cold cruelty and unshaken resolve. “Now, allow me to demonstrate.”

The air split with the sound of steel and fury.

In a surge of darkness, Sephiroth was upon him, the wicked gleam of Masamune carving through the air with unholy speed, unleashing a torrent of brutal strikes that whistled past him. Each cut shrieked on the dark armor. There was a sudden burst of sparks that flew into the air, illuminating both Azrakiel and Sephiroth’s faces.

Azrakiel parried with a conjured blade of void-black steel. His wings unfurled to deflect and counter. The clash sent shockwaves through the desolate wasteland, shattering ice and flinging debris in lethal arcs.

Sephiroth’s eyes glinted with sadistic pleasure as his blade bit deep, drawing a hiss of blood that burned the ground where it fell. Azrakiel snarled. His eyes flashed with a light that seemed to devour the dark. His wings snapped out, creating a wall of force that sent Sephiroth sliding back. Sephiroth’s boots carved furrows in the ice.

But the One-Winged Angel did not falter. With a surge of black feathers, Sephiroth called forth his wing, eyes alight with godlike fury. The air vibrated with a dark resonance, suffused with Jenova’s power and Sephiroth’s will.

Azrakiel’s smile faltered.

“I will not allow you to touch her again,” Sephiroth declared, voice cold as the abyss, divine wrath simmering beneath the surface. “I will burn this world to its bones before I yield her to you.”

“Such passion,” Azrakiel mused, tone a mockery of delight. “It would almost be touching. If it weren’t so pitiful.” His wings beat once, and the surrounding darkness trembled. Runes ignited along his arms, searing the air with eldritch power. “But you forget yourself, Chosen One.”

Sephiroth smirked, tilting his head. “Do I?”

A feint to the left, baiting him into an opening. A flick of the wrist. Masamune sliced low, then high, carving through the air like a specter of death. The demon lord moved to counter, but Sephiroth was relentless. His strikes were a whirlwind of controlled brutality. A downward slash aimed to cleave through ribs. Parried. A thrust to the throat. Dodged by a hair’s breadth.

Then Sephiroth shifted. A fraction of a second. Enough. Then Sephiroth shifted. A fraction of a second. Enough. With a cruel twist of his blade, Masamune sank into Azrakiel’s side with a sickening crunch.

The demon snarled, a raw, untamed fury emanating from his very being. With hardly any awareness of the pain, his arm, propelled by a force that spanned centuries, extended in a decisive open-palmed attack. The impact was devastating.

Sephiroth’s body rocketed backward, the force of the blow enough to shatter lesser men. His boots dug into the ice, gouging deep gorges as he skidded to a halt. Blood dripped from his split lip, smearing crimson against the cold.

And then Sephiroth laughed. Low. Dark. Devoid of anything human.

He dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing blood against pale skin. His pupils shrank to razor-thin slits, as a wicked gleam lit his Mako-infused gaze.

“You’re out of your depth, old man,” he sneered. His voice was velvet laced with venom, dripping arrogance and something far worse: certainty. As if the battle had already been decided.

Sephiroth tilted his head, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips, before he continued. “This realm belongs to me. She belongs to me.”

Burning like molten gold, his eyes expanded, their pupils growing larger as dark mist curled around his form, emanating from his very being. Even the shadows themselves, behaving as if they were alive, obeyed his commands, twisting and turning as though they were living creatures. The air thickened. The pressure built, a suffocating weight pressing down on the North Crater, making it hard to breathe.

Then he extended a clawed hand and beckoned. “Then come.”

A deafening roar ripped through the air as the ground split open beneath them, the Lifestream’s green, glimmering light erupting from the fissure in a blinding flash. With a terrifying shriek, the air itself seemed to crack and break apart, as the ice, no longer a solid mass: fracturing, shattering, and finally dissolving into nothing.

2.

From her vantage point beyond the chaotic battleground, Bianca watched with wide, indigo eyes, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her hands trembling violently; however, despite her fear and trembling, she remained rooted to the spot, choosing not to flee. She couldn’t. Not from him. He protected her.

The soul-link thrummed between her and Sephiroth. It blazed with incandescent warmth, an unwavering, glorious connection that filled her with unyielding hope and delight. The all-consuming, scorching rage that coursed through his veins burned through her as well, leaving her feeling consumed by his anger. A frozen dread gripped her, each breath a ragged gasp against the icy weight in her gut. However, underlying the fear, and at a level far deeper than the fear itself, was a conviction, a certainty, that had remained unshaken and unwavering throughout.

She pressed a hand to her chest, fingers digging into the leather vest hugging her firm, supple breasts, and felt the rhythmic echo that was not just her own. His heart. Steady. Unyielding. He was here. He had come for her.

Because he always did.

Her father, the man who had tormented her, the man who was her personal demon, the man who felt like a curse upon her life, stood against him; his golden eyes glowed with an unholy, frightening light. But Sephiroth had never been a man to bow before anyone.

She knew, without question, that he would win.

Her father, the man who had tormented her, the man who was her personal demon, the man who felt like a curse upon her life, stood against him. But Sephiroth had never been a man to bow before anyone.

She knew, without question, that he would win.

Between the brutal clash of swords, the deafening cries of battle, and the chilling wind whistling through the battlefield, Sephiroth’s eyes found hers—a sharp contrast to the storm of violence. A promise, silent yet deafening. It was a vow.

Azrakiel caught it. He saw. And he laughed.

“Ah, I see,” The demon’s voice, smooth as dark velvet, yet edged with a chilling cruelty, drawled the words. “Such devotion. A shame, really. It will be a pleasure to break it.”

Bianca’s stomach plummeted, a sickening freefall reflecting the despair gripping her. Pain consumed her, a relentless tide of memories dragging her under, leaving her gasping for air. The chains. The blood. The glint of Noctemaris plunging into her. Only after Sephiroth’s presence intervened was the intense emotional pain, which had once threatened to destroy her completely, painstakingly repaired and interwoven back together, piece by fractured piece. He had rewritten her into a force that no longer cowered to man.

Now Azrakiel sought to take that from her.

Sephiroth stood still, an unnerving calm in his posture, yet his eyes blazed with that bright green fire that glowed beneath his long silver lashes. Slowly and sharply, his lips curved into a smile, a smile that lacked any warmth whatsoever; it was a cold, sharp smile. “You won’t live to try.”

Azrakiel's smirk barely had time to fade before Sephiroth moved. A flicker. A shadow. Then the Masamune was upon him. And with a snarl, the battle raged anew.

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Bianca hates her birthday. Her birthday reminds her of two things. The first is that she is her father’s weapon: a tool that Asmodeus conceived to bring about the destruction of the Omniverse for his godly ascension and to stick it to his father (the Creation Deity) for exiling him and the rest of his brothers and sisters who joined Lucifer’s army. The second is that she was transported to another dimension 7 days before her 23rd birthday. She met her soul-mate, fought for his soul subconsciously, and ultimately lost him as he set fire to a town, injured his friend and others, and himself on her birthday.

how does your oc feel about their birthday?

[bardic-tales]

Title: Library

Pairing: Bianca(f!OC) / Sephiroth

Other Characters: Asmodeus (m!OC)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1435

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7

Setting: Underground Library in Final Fantasy 7 OG

Warnings: Abandonment, blood, body horror, captivity, combat, death threats, demonology, disfigurement, distress, hallucinations, manipulation, mental instability, mind control, mutilation, supernatural horror, toxic relationships, violence.

Summary: Bianca battles a twisted illusion of Sephiroth which is conjured by her demonic father in the Underground Library.

Prompt Filled: Library

Created for: #SephirothWeek, hosted by the lovely people at @week-of-silver-winds

Author’s Note: As always, please read over my warnings, since I list the general themes, too, in case there is any content that may be uncomfortable to my reader. This one features a battle, body horror since it features Bizarro-Sephiroth, and I can get somewhat descriptive in battle scenes.

Excerpt:

Bianca’s breath came in ragged gasps as she stood in an alcove in the underground library. Once more, she tried to open the door, but she found it locked. He had locked her in, but why?

The air was thick with the scent of worn pages and old leather, as the flickering light from the scattered candles cast long shadows across the ruin bookshelves. She tightened her grip around Noctemaris, her father’s demonic tachi. The dark blade hummed with a faint, corrupted resonance in her hand. Her wings flared behind her, the white feathers rustling in the unnatural currents of power that filled the chamber. She could feel Sephiroth’s presence, but it was wrong. Like her, he always carried a taint within him, but it was never as powerful as it was now.

Sephiroth simply turned the key and secured her captivity, locking her in here and abandoning her. She remembered the look in his eyes, as if nothing was there.

A low growl echoed through the library. Her senses strained as she scanned the darkness for the sound. As if summoned by her thoughts, the shadows converged on one spot at the end of the room. The wind became stronger and blew the books off the shelves, hitting her shoulder and chest. Then the shadows dissipated. Her mind grappled with what she saw: him.

This was not the man she had told she loved a mere two hours before his mind snapped. This was a grotesque distortion, a monstrous form that towered above her to the ceiling and toppled the surrounding bookshelf.

This creature had a corpse-like skin, with dark, purple veins pulsing with malevolent energy, mottling its grey surface. Bull-like horns jutted from either side of its head, curling menacingly aloft. As she narrowed her gaze, clenching her fingers tightly around Noctemaris, she observed a grotesque locust-like naked woman on top of its skull, twitching like a parasite. That’s what this influence truly was: a virus and a parasite.

Still, as she stared at it from the glowing egg-like orb, she couldn’t smell the scent of her beloved. This was not him, but merely a trick. The scent of blood and smoke took the place of roses, vanilla, and sandalwood. She had to get through him to arrive at Sephiroth’s side in Nibelheim.

Bizarro-Sephiroth’s and Jenova’s bug-like eyes stared down at her with a sickly, green glow.

“Asmodeus,” Bianca hissed, understanding that this abomination was no mere hallucination. It was an illusion — albeit a convincing one who had the power to end her life — but it was still an illusion, a cruel mockery of what her beloved would become to break her will.

“Amara.” The creature used Bianca’s middle name, cementing in her mind that this was not Sephiroth but her father. The creature’s voice was deep and distorted, almost as if it were painful to talk. “You always did cling to fantasies. Do you think he’ll love you after what you’ve become? After what he will become?”

Bizarro-Sephiroth floated towards her. The egg-like orb scraped against the floor and left a trail of jelly-like mucus behind him, splattering on the wall and bookshelf. Her thin, blonde brow narrowed, and the bridge of her nose wrinkled.

“I would follow Sephiroth into any abyss or world.” She raised Noctemaris. The star-drench blade shimmered in the candlelight, casting dancing shadows upon the toppled bookshelves and stone walls. “And if you think you can break me, Father, then you underestimated your own daughter. I will have my vengeance for my mothers and my husband.”

Noctemaris responded with a brilliant flare. Its surface swirled with nebulas and stardust. An aura of shadow crackled around it, as the blade tore its energy from the very fabric of the universe, casting an ethereal glow that shimmered like the night sky.

Bizarro-Sephiroth lunged, swinging his wing-like as thick as a tree trunk. The monstrous appendages cut thought he shadows of the Underground Library like immense scythes.

Bianca’s wings beat the surrounding air, propelling her upwards with a silent grace as she twisted above the gory feathers. She countered immediately. The cosmic tachi blazed with the light of distant galaxies. With a burst of power, Noctemaris’ slash carved through the darkness and slashed across the creature’s wing.

Guilt erupted within her, consuming her. She had only met Sephiroth recently, and she fell for him completely. She needed to remind herself that this creature was not Sephiroth but Asmodeus’ version of him.

The beast let out a furious roar, staggering back as the cosmic energy seared its grotesque flesh, leaving a trail of stardust glowing across the charred wound. As if sharing in the creature’s agony, the ‘locust’ on top of its head, fused to its skull, hissed.

With another feral snarl, Bizarro-Sephiroth retaliated, sweeping a wing across the library in a wide arc, the strike tearing through bookshelves and stone alike. She ducked down in time to slide beneath the limb.

Bianca held her hand up with her fingers outstretched. A corrupted wing surged forth with a malevolent force, buffeting the winged abomination that Asmodeus had summoned on the Planet. The gust clawed at his ashen hide, tendrils of shadow coiled around the damaged flesh, penetrating deep within his veins, pumping his fetid blood into her own body.

Still, the illusion loomed over her. It was relentless in its assault. Each swing of its massive wings carried monstrous strength.

“You will never be his equal, Bianca,” the beast’s voice reverberated with a deep and mocking tone, echoing through the cavernous room. “You are nothing but a stray at his heel. Stop foolishly chasing a dream that is already lost and come home. You will be my princess, and I will be the King of Existence.”

“I do not need to be his equal!” Bianca retorted, her voice a fierce growl now. “I only need to stand beside him. And I will tear down anyone who tries to take him from me — this alien force that is influencing him and even you, Father.”

Her wings flared out as she ascended towards the ceiling. Shadows warped around her. In the next moment, a dozen mirrored images of Bianca sprang into being, each an identical reflection of her. The illusions danced around the massive form of Bizarro-Sephiroth, weaving between his strikes and confusing him.

The abomination let out a furious bellow, swinging wildly at the apparitions, but each one dissolved like mist at the touch of his massive wings.

With the monster momentarily distraction, Bianca surged downward from above, Noctemaris aimed straight for the creature’s glowing orb where its body was. The cosmic tachi plunged deep. The stardust along its edge flared like a nova as Bianca drove it into the hardened cocoon and impaled the figure within it. Cosmic energy exploded outward, surging with a violent burst that sent the abomination stumbling backwards. Its grotesque form flickered as the illusion unraveled, exposing the twisted demonic magic that had created it.

Breathing heavily, Bianca landed in a crouch. Her wings folded behind her in a cascade of velvety white feathers. Her gaze remained locked on the distorted Sephiroth.

“This ends now, Father,” she whispered, extended a hand towards the fabric of reality itself. Blood dripped down her nose and onto the journals and text laying at her feet. Her body felt like giving out, but she needed to push herself a little longer.

Her blood-red stiletto nails glinted as she slashed through the air, tearing open a gash in the very veil of Asmodeus’ magic. Levitating off the ground, her wings unfurled to their full span, casting shadows across the stone floor. She raised Noctemaris high. Its cosmic surface pulsated once again with star dust.

With a swift, decisive slash, she cut through the gash. The blade channeled her dimensional energy and widened the tear into a full-fledged portal. The rift expanded, framed by writhing shadows and licking flames, an infernal portal that will allow her to jump through dimension to dimension: a toll that would weigh heavily on her body and secure her capture by Professor Hojo and Shinra during this night, but that future didn’t matter to her. Bianca needed to save him.

As she glanced one last time at the fading illusion of Bizarro-Sephiroth and the twisted grimace on his face, she plunged into the swirling vortex. Her form vanishing soon after.

After the portal sealed shut behind her with a last crack of flickering flame, the Underground Library descended into a heavy silence. Its echoes faded like the remnants of a forgotten nightmare to be rediscovered in five years’ time.

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Can I ask for more Biance lore if you're up to it? What's your favorite part of hers and Seph's relationship? Little ways they tell the other they're thinking of each other?

Hi, Peony! Hope you are doing well today. Thanks so much for the questions. I love to talk about those two. Perhaps, too much. lol. I'm going to separate these questions and answer them one at a time. Sorry it's so long. I just start to yap and I tend to keep going. lol.

Love is a blade that cuts both ways. I’ve bled for you, Sephiroth. Don’t you dare let my wounds be in vain. - Bianca Moore

Bianca Moore is the protagonist of Fantasy Worlds Collide (FWC), a blend of original and FF VII fan fiction. She is considered a expectant hero in her early arc, but during FF VII, it’s a slow descent into villainy.

Can I ask for more Bianca lore if you're up to it?

Content Warning: Abuse, Betrayal, Child Abuse, Death, Gore, Isolation, Loss, Mental Illness, Murder, Self-Harm, Trauma, Violence

Absolutely! I love talking about Bianca's lore. I, also, have plenty of her lore to share, and her story is as expansive as it is intricate. Her biography for just the FF portion alone is 6k.

One of the most intriguing aspects of Bianca's lore is the complexity of her origins and the depth of her pain. Born of the forced union between Seraphine, a Celestial, and Azrakiel, who is a fallen Celestial that calls himself Asmodeus now, Bianca's existence was destined to destroy and recreate Creation. To protect her from Azrakiel's influence, Seraphine used divine magic to send Bianca forward in time, planting her into the womb of Sarah Moore, a faithful follower.

Growing up under the care of Sarah and David, Bianca experienced fleeting moments of normalcy, but her life was ultimately marked by tragedy when a cult devoted to Azrakiel murdered Sarah and burned down their home. This event thrust Bianca and David into a life of constant fear and survival, laying the groundwork for Bianca's deep-seated trust issues and her need for control in a world that constantly threatened to take everything from her. Usually, it did.

Another profound element of her lore is the way her celestial and demonic blood manifest. The experiments conducted on her by Shinra not only intensified her demonic nature -- due to the Jenova cells latching onto her fallen ones -- but it also suppressed and corrupted her celestial essence. This internal conflict became a defining trait, pushing Bianca to embrace her darker urges while wrestling with remnants of the light that refused to be extinguished until she is injected with Jenova and S-cells.

Her weapons, Noctemaris and Solstice, embody this dichotomy: one a cursed blade tied to infernal forces, the other a celestial sword of rare silver alloy that cannot be wielded due to her corrupted nature.

These weapons are more than tools. They symbolize the eternal struggle within Bianca, a reminder of the war between her heritage and the path she has chosen alongside Sephiroth. Even if Bianca claims she is not affected by this, she deeply is. She just buries her doubt.

The most tragic aspect of Bianca's lore is her history of loss and betrayal, which has shaped her view of love and loyalty. Her first love, Krista, turned out to be a member of the cult that worshipped Asmodeus, sent to lure her back to the Abyssal Plane. Forced to kill Krista in a desperate fight for survival, Bianca's innocence was shattered. She left her emotionally scarred and distrustful. the interesting thing is that she was 16 when this happened. So, it draws yet another similarity between Miniroth and Baby Bianca. Without meaning to, their story holds many parallels. For this period of time, Sephiroth did not want to kill Rosen; Bianca didn't want to kill Krista.

This pattern of betrayal repeated with Mordecai, her husband, whose sacrifice to save her from Asmodeus left an unhealed wound in her soul. She met Sephiroth ten minutes after Mordecai sacrificed himself. These experiences left Bianca craving an unconditional love that would not be taken from her, setting the stage for her obsessive devotion to Sephiroth. It's an attachment that borders on self-destruction yet remains the one thing that gives her life meaning.

What's your favorite part of hers and Seph's relationship?

Content Warning: Abuse, Death, Gore, Isolation, Mental Illness, Self-Harm, Trauma, Violence

My favorite part of Bianca and Sephiroth's relationship is the way their bond balances tenderness with darkness, exploring how love can thrive even amidst madness and ruin. Their connection goes beyond mere affection. It's a soul-deep attachment fortified by their shared pain and the ability to feel each other's emotions through the Red Thread of Fate: a twisted take on the soulmate trope. This telepathic bond allows them to comfort each other without words, creating moments of profound intimacy.

For instance, during the darkest parts of their journey, Sephiroth's quiet reassurances penetrate Bianca's subconscious, reminding her that she is his by birthright and destiny. These moments reveal the vulnerability beneath Sephiroth's cold exterior and highlight Bianca's need for his presence as an anchor in a world that has stripped everything else from her. She has given up her world, her afterlife, her friends, her morality, and her family for him. He rewards that loyalty by treating her with tenderness, protection, and an all-consuming love that will burn Creation to the ground to give place to something new.

Another aspect I love is the way they express their devotion through acts of service and protection. Despite his descent into madness, Sephiroth’s care for Bianca is meticulous—whether it’s changing her bandages with a gentleness that contradicts his violent nature or ensuring she eats, even when she’s too weak to do so herself. Meanwhile, as I said above, Bianca’s willingness to abandon her own afterlife and defying divine decrees just to be with him illustrates her all-consuming love. This dynamic of protector and protected shifts fluidly between them, creating a partnership that defies traditional roles and underscores their mutual dependence.

Lastly, their relationship's complexity lies in how they accept each other wholly, including the darkness. Sephiroth's madness and Bianca's ruthless pursuit of vengeance don't drive them apart. Instead, these traits intertwine, amplifying their bond. Bianca's willingness to embrace the destruction Sephiroth brings is not out of blind loyalty but because she sees a kindred spirit in him. He is someone who, like her, has been betrayed by the world and everyone he should have been able to trust. This acceptance, even of the most monstrous parts of each other, makes their relationship both tragic and compelling, a dark mirror of what love can become when stripped of moral constraints. Even if they are presented as the protagonists, they are still very much villains in the FWC.

Little ways they tell the other they're thinking of each other?

Content Warning: Abuse, Death, Gore, Mental Illness, Murder, Self-Harm, Trauma, Violence

Sephiroth’s love for Bianca is expressed through subtle acts of service that reflect his protective nature. Often without her having to ask, Sephiroth prioritizes Bianca’s comfort and well-being. His dominance isn’t about control for control’s sake but is rooted in a profound need to protect and serve her. For instance, he takes on the responsibility of managing their supplies, ensuring that Bianca eats regularly and rests when needed. Even if it means carrying her through dangerous territories when she’s too weak to walk. he even stole a chocobo after he rescued her from Shinra Manor and Shinra's captivity. This protective instinct is heightened by their soul bond. He is able to feel her pain and exhaustion as if it were his own. He’s meticulous in maintaining Noctemaris, viewing it as an extension of his duty to keep her safe.

In more intimate settings, his care morphs into a form of emotional care. He often draws baths for Bianca after battles, washing the blood and grime from her body with a reverence that borders on worship. While authoritative, his touch is gentle and reassuring. It is meant to soothe rather than to assert power. During their private moments, he uses their telepathic link to ground her when her PTSD resurfaces, guiding her breathing and reminding her that she’s safe. His control in these moments is less about command and more about creating a space where Bianca can relinquish the burdens she carries, trusting him completely.

When she tried to cut off her wings, as she was emotionally distress, he is the one who took Noctemaris (and later Masamune) from her. Once the wounds healed, he encouraged her to fly with him. She now loves to fly at night, finding true peace in the silence and air around her.

Bianca, in turn, has her own ways of showing love and devotion that align with her nature. She will use poultices to soothe the wounds of SC-X, the clone that Sephiroth inhabits when he interacts with her, as she knows this clone is her link to Sephiroth in the Lifestream. She doesn't use her healing magic, as that is corrupted. Her touch gentle and her eyes determined. Knowing how rarely he allows himself to rest, she creates barriers infused with her energy to guard their surroundings, allowing him to cuddle with her or sleep without fear. She even created a storybook cabin in North Crater that is complete with an unnatural forest to have a place where they could call their own. Otherwise, she would have stayed in the Northern Caves, flying up to his body to make sure everything was okay and to be close to him.

Her love languages—physical touch and words of affirmation—manifest in how she lingers in his arms, as she traces the contours of his chest with her fingertips or how she murmurs praises telepathically. Her voice is often a calming presence in his mind. Bianca’s attention to detail extends to remembering the minor preferences Sephiroth often dismisses, such as the temperature of the bathwater or the softness of the cloth she uses to wash him. These small acts are woven seamlessly into their daily life and speak volumes of her devotion.

Additionally, Bianca often leaves subtle reminders of her affection for Sephiroth, knowing how much he values acts of service. She slips hand-written notes between the pages of the books he reads. Their ink carries hints of her scent and words of encouragement only meant for him. In battle, she ensures that the enemies who threaten him fall first. Her eyes always tracks his movements, ready to intervene at a moment’s notice.

When they’re alone, she massages his shoulders, aware of the tension that knots there from wielding Masamune. She also maintains the white ribbon in her hair. This is a symbol of their bond, and she ties it with care each morning as if to reassure him, as well as herself, that their connection is unwavering. In the quietest moments, Bianca sings soft lullabies she learned from Sarah Moore. Her voice weaves through their bond to ease his mind. She likes to remind him that he’s never truly alone nor will he be tortured like he was as a child again. Not with her there. Though small, these gestures hold the weight of her love. Each one a vow that she will stand by his side, no matter how dark their path becomes.

Tagging some fellow mutuals: @themaradwrites @whatwedointhecraft @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen @chickensarentcheap @seastarblue

@inkandimpressions

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Tumblr Games: FF Edition: Seven up

Thank you so much for the tag, @willtheweaver. I love your dialogue so much. ☺️

This is from an unnamed WIP that I'm currently editing.

Asmodeus chuckled softly, his golden eyes aglow with amusement. "Oh, but you do. You see, I know exactly what you desire, Genesis Rhapsodos. The accolades. The fame. The love. The respect. But most of all, you seek to be remembered as a hero: a true hero of Loveless. A tragic soul, doomed to forever repeat the cycle of loss and regret. How quaint."

tagging: @watermeezer @seastarblue @chickensarentcheap @craftyhal @projecthypocrisy and OPEN Tag

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Bianca Moore was born from the union of the fallen archangel Azrakiel, now Asmodeus, and the celestial guardian Seraphine, but she was raised by her mortal parents, David and Sarah Moore. She did not follow in their tracks entirely, as she rejected Asmodeus’s manipulative control and failed to live up to Seraphine’s expectations of balance and justice. While she inherited her father’s darkness and her mother’s celestial nature, Bianca chose her own path, one defined by vengeance, survival, and devotion to Sephiroth rather than the ideals of either parent. Her human parents, David and Sarah, wished for her to live a peaceful, normal life, but the trauma of their loss and her divine heritage ensured she could never have such a fate. Instead, after some time, Bianca embraced her identity as a force of destruction, forging her own destiny beyond the influence of those who sought to control her.

Who were your OC’s parents? Did your OC follow in their tracks? Why or why not?

Check the pinned post for event details.

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Asmodeus is brutal in his honesty.

“She is not yours to claim.” “Ah, but she is, my dear Sephiroth. By blood. By right. You are the intruder here.” Asmodeus took a step forward. The ice beneath his heel hissed as his celestial blood dripped onto the ground, burning through solid stone like acid. “You are nothing more than a child of failed ambition. An experiment given a name.”

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Snippet for tomorrow's short story.

Please remember that this is the first draft. I have yet to edit it.

“I will not allow you to touch her again,” Sephiroth declared, his voice cold as the abyss Azrakiel came from. “I will burn this world to its very bones before I give her to you.”

“Such passion,” Azrakiel mused, tone a mockery of delight. “It would almost be touching, if it weren't so pitiful.” His wings beat once, and the darkness around them trembled. Runes ignited along his arms, searing the air with eldritch power. “But you forget yourself, Chosen One.”

Sephiroth smirked, tilting his head. “Do I?”

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Creators' Club: Meet the Project: Fantasy Worlds Collide

For this week, I'm going to do something a little different. I'm going to be talking about the entirety of the 'Fantasy Worlds Collide' passion project. This project spans two fandoms (Final Fantasy 7 and Inuyasha), as well as original work centered on the kingdoms of the abyssal and infernal plane.

You could say that FWC was created 27 years ago when I first made Bianca. At the time, she was a human who worked at Shinra. I'm proud of how she evolved since them.

Warnings: complex plot, existential questions, temporal manipulation, dark themes, moral ambiguity, tragedy, emotional impact, assault, and violence.

More info, below the cut:

The Infernal and Celestial Planes are embroiled in eternal conflict. Azrakiel, now Asmodeus, Prince of Lust, yearns for omnipotence. Obsessed with a prophecy foretelling a being of light and dark reshaping the Omniverse, he abducts a guardian archangel, Seraphine, fathering Bianca Moore. To protect her, Seraphine sacrifices herself, sending Bianca to the future. Asmodeus relentlessly pursues her across time, dimensions, and other realms, including the Inuyasha and Final Fantasy 7 realms. Bianca, raised as human, discovers her celestial powers, faces exile from the Celestial Realm, and battles her destiny in a clash of cosmic forces.

Pairing: None

Main characters:

Bianca Moore: A Nephilim born from celestial-demonic love, she's sent through time to escape danger. Unaware of her celestial heritage, her encounters with Sesshomaru and Sephiroth shape her destiny. Facing heartbreak and darkness, her journey unfolds in a relentless pursuit of love and power.

Azrakiel: Azrakiel, a fallen Archangel, craved forbidden power, birthing Incubi and seeking cosmic supremacy. His pursuit of Bianca led to cosmic battles across dimensions.

Seraphine: Seraphine, a celestial guardian, embodies grace and wisdom in the cosmic tapestry. Her abduction by Azrakiel sets the stage for a universe-defining struggle, her influence spanning dimensions and eras.

Worldbuilding:

Pathway of Reality: The Pathway of Reality, an enigmatic and timeless location, transcends known dimensions. Its black rocky staircase leads to an ethereal nexus with swirling rifts serving as portals to diverse dimensions, including Gaia from Final Fantasy VII. The Pathway's most enigmatic aspect is its profound connection to the Edge of Creation, a mystery within the Final Fantasy 7: Remake, awaiting exploration and understanding in the grand tapestry of the multiverse.

Nephilim: A Unique Fusion of Infernal and Celestial Essence. Singular in Existence. Possesses the Potential to Unleash Unprecedented Multiversal Powers. Crafted as the Vanquisher of Deities—Gods, Celestials, and Infernals Alike. Revered as the Harbinger of Darkness and Madness Across Realms. Reverberating in Biblical Lore, the Nephilim is Symbolized by the Mighty Dragon.

Bianca's journey, marked by love, betrayal, and sacrifice, reaches a pivotal moment at Shinra Manor. There, she finds solace with Sephiroth amidst the chaos of the basement. Their intense, albeit brief, romance is challenged by Sephiroth's dark descent. Bianca grapples with her conflicting emotions, torn between love and fear of her powers succumbing to darkness. After Sephiroth's devastating actions, Bianca aids her newfound comrades but soon faces caputre and torture under Professor Hojo's experiments and daily infusion of Jenova cells and Shinra's control. Freed by Reeve Tuesti, she escapes, encounters a Sephiroth clone named SC X and journeys to the Northern Crater with the help of Sephiroth. There, Bianca stands as a sentinel, overpowered by her demonic heritage fueled by Jenova cells and bound to Sephiroth in love and destiny.

Pairing: Bianca Moore / Sephiroth

Main OC Characters + Canon Characters:

Bianca Moore: Fleeing from her father Azrakiel, Bianca Moore, a Nephilim born of demonic ambition, seeks refuge through another dimension and arrives at Shinra Manor. Grieving Sesshomaru's death, she unexpectedly finds solace in Sephiroth, whose dark allure and inner turmoil mirror her own. They have a bond intertwining them together, shaping their destinies.

Diana Ravenscroft: Diana Ravencroft commands Shinra's research as one of the lead scientists and assistant to Professor Hojo. She ruthlessly oversees experiments, including those on Bianca Moore, as she is driven by her need for scientific advancement. Her cold demeanor gives way to obsession as she tries to understand Bianca's celestial-angelic origins, much like Hojo's fascination with Jenova.

Sephiroth: Sephiroth, the legendary warrior of SOLDIER and son of Jenova, is both feared and revered. His silver hair and piercing green eyes mask a tormented soul. Amidst the chaos of his dark ambitions, he finds an unexpected love interest in Bianca Moore, who he has a bond with that shapes their destinies.

Worldbuilding:

Eternal Convergence: The soul-bond known as Eternal Convergence links Bianca and Sephiroth across space and time through a mystical 'red string of fate'. This connection allows them to feel each other's emotions and pains even when seperated by their alternate versions of Earth (and Gaia), which both shook off as phantom sensations. However, the ability to communicate, as well as having their emotions amplified, was awakened once Bianca was injected with S cells and Jenova cells, respectively. This bond transcends space and time, creating a twin soul link that influences their actions and decisions. It is represented by a red string tied around both of their wrists. This string appears when they are close to each other with red heart loops spaced half a centimeter apart.

Project N: Project N, an offshoot of the Jenova Project, is the code name for 'Project Nephilim" and is named after Bianca Moore's heritage and is lead by Professor Hojo and his assistant, Diana Ravenscroft. Once it is discovered that Bianca's demonic blood can slow the degradation of the Jenova and S cells, as well as her ability to regenerate completely, she is subjected to gruesome dissections and infusions that highlights the cruelty of Hojo and Ravencroft's ambitions and Bianca's own resilience, leading to a deep hatred for Hojo, Ravencroft, and Shinra.

Bianca, once loved by David and Sarah Moore, struggled with night terrors and violent episodes, leading to her institutionalization at 10. Her life was shattered by Azrakiel's cult, which murdered Sarah and burned their home, forcing Bianca and David into a life on the run. This unstable existence deprived Bianca of stability and security, casting a shadow over her formative years. At 20, Bianca, a successful author, met and married Sesshomaru, who had silently protected her throughout her young life. He sent her to the feudal era for safety, where she faced battles alongside Sesshomaru, Rin, and Jaken. Bianca's powers grew as she fought Naraku and Azrakiel. Despite suffering losses,Bianca's determination and mastery of her angelic and demonic heritage led her to victory.

Pairing: Bianca Moore / Sesshomaru

Main OC Characters + Canon Characters:

Azrakiel: Azrakiel, a powerful fallen angel, commands a devoted cult that wreaks havoc in pursuit of his dark ambitions. Ruthless and cunning, he seeks to control Bianca and harness her unique powers, leaving destruction in his wake. His malevolent influence shadows every step of her journey.

Bianca Moore: Bianca, a fallen angel with a unique blend of angelic and demonic heritage, journeys through the feudal era alongside Sesshomaru. Her strength and compassion make her a vital ally in their fight against Naraku and Azrakiel. Determined and resilient, she protects her friends while mastering her extraordinary powers.

Sesshomaru: Sesshomaru, the enigmatic demon lord, embodies strength and honor. Initially aloof, his connection with Bianca reveals his depth and loyalty. A fierce warrior and protector, Sesshomaru's evolving emotions and relentless determination to safeguard Bianca and their allies make him a pivotal figure in their battle against darkness.

Worldbuilding

Cult of Asmodeus: The Cult of Asmodeus is a secretive and fanatical group devoted to the dark entity Azrakiel (Asmodeus). Known for their brutal acts of violence and arson, they destroyed Bianca's family home and tragically ended her mother Sarah's life. Led by zealotry and driven by Azrakiel's malevolent influence, they pursued Bianca relentlessly, forcing her and her father David into a life of constant flight and instability. Their actions left a deep scar on Bianca's soul, shaping her journey as she sought security amidst the chaos wrought by the cult's devotion to Azrakiel's dark legacy. They have their roots in Japan's Feudal Era.

Solstice: Solstice, Bianca's celestial sword, is a masterpiece of craftsmanship forged from a rare silver alloy. Adorned with intricate engravings and Enochian inscriptions, it symbolizes her angelic heritage and connection to the divine realm. As Bianca wields Solstice, it becomes a beacon of light and hope, embodying her role as a warrior of righteousness. This Great Sword channels her inner strength and celestial powers, enabling her to unleash devastating strikes against her foes while protecting those she cares for. Solstice's radiant presence on the battlefield marks Bianca's unwavering commitment to justice and her determination to confront the darkness that threatens her world.

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Here is the full cast of Fantasy Worlds Collide:

Lysandra: She watches horror movies as if they're romantic comedies. She loves to reveal in every scream and scare.

Diana: She observes them as 'research material'. She is unfazed by gore and analyzes each fright for scientific accuracy.

Azrakiel: He doesn't get frightened by them. He views horror as mild entertainment to his own chaos.

Bianca: She watches with casual amusement, claiming to not be scared. She may let out a scream or two at a jump scare.

Mordecai: He finds them amusing but doesn't invest much into it. He is only there to keep Bianca company.

David: He prefers real life to fiction. He watches calmly but is critical of the character's poor choices.

Akihiro: He watches quietly, is respectful, but unaffected. This could be due to his own dark experiences.

Krista: She watches intently and feels uncomfortable. She will look over her shoulder once or twice.

Sarah: She holds her eyes closed throughout and most likely has nightmares after. She will regret watching the movie.

Trick or Treat, from the Creators Club.

from this post

I'll have your trick! >:D

Rank your characters (as few or as many as you like) based on how much they are scared by horror movies from "watches horror movies like they were comedies" to "holds eyes close the whole time and has nightmares for a week"!

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Revamped OC: Azrakiel (Asmodeus), the Prince of Lust

Warnings: Violence, manipulation, mind control, body horror, religious themes, psychological abuse, SA inferred.

🌙 Name: Azrakiel (known as Asmodeus) 🔮 Age: Ancient (several millennia) 👤 Gender: Male 🌌 Fandom: Original Universe (Fantasy Worlds Collide), briefly FF 7 🌟 Ship: None (Manipulates relationships for power) 📅 Date of Birth: Early Days of Creation 👹 Father: The Creator 🎭 Faceclaim: Tom Hiddleston

Character Overview

Role in FWC: Antagonist

Azrakiel, now known as Asmodeus, is a fallen archangel turned infernal prince who embodies corruption, power, and control. Once a Commander in Lucifer's rebellion, his fall transformed him into the Prince of Lust, a master manipulator who thrives on suffering and chaos. His ultimate goal is to reshape reality itself through a kilonova event orchestrated by his daughter, Bianca. His motivations are driven by a wounded pride and a desire to surpass his former divine status.

Character Overview

🌟 Persona: Azrakiel is cunning, ruthless, and charismatic, wielding both his celestial intellect and demonic powers with calculated precision. His strengths lie in manipulation, strategic foresight, and unmatched mastery of dark magic, while his weaknesses stem from his obsession with control.

🎭 Personality: Azrakiel's personality is a complex blend of aristocratic charm and unrelenting cruelty. His interactions are often laced with deceptive kindness, masking his true intent to dominate and reshape reality.

💑 Transcendent Bond: Azrakiel's most significant relationship is with his daughter, Bianca. Though he views her as a tool to fulfill his ambitions, there is an undercurrent of possessiveness and twisted pride. His manipulation of her is a power move.

⚔️ Courage in Conflict: Azrakiel's bravery is reflected in his willingness to challenge both celestial and infernal hierarchies. His ability to turn the tides of battle through manipulation and psychological warfare highlights his tactical prowess. However, his courage is tainted by his lack of empathy and his readiness to sacrifice anyone for his goals.

✨ Likes & Dislikes

Likes: Power, control, chaos, classical music, intricate plans, fine wine.

Dislikes: Rebellion, sentimentality, inefficiency, reminders of his angelic past.

🌿 A Soul of Many Hobbies Azrakiel has a refined taste for the arts, particularly opera and classical literature. He collects rare artifacts imbued with dark magic and often spends his time weaving intricate schemes to manipulate celestial and infernal politics.

💫 Powers and Abilities: Azrakiel wields a vast array of powers derived from both his celestial origins and demonic corruption. His most notable ability is nightmare manipulation—invading dreams to plant fears or twisted visions. As the Prince of Lust, he can control desires, corrupt souls, and create succubi and incubi. His necromantic abilities allow him to communicate with and control the dead. His celestial heritage grants him control brief control over light and holy magic, albeit corrupted by infernal energy, making him a unique threat to both angels and demons.

💔 Weaknesses: Azrakiel's fractured divine essence makes him vulnerable to powerful celestial magic and weapons forged by the Creator. His obsession with control leads him to underestimate the free will of others, especially Bianca. His emotional detachment makes him susceptible to manipulation by those who can stir his buried guilt and pride.

🌠 Key Moments in Azrakiel's Journey:

The Fall: Azrakiel's decision to join Lucifer's rebellion, leading to his transformation into Asmodeus.

The Abyssal Pact: Establishing dominion over the Abyssal Realm and consolidating his power among demons.

Creation of Bianca: Forcing Seraphine into bearing Bianca, aiming to use her as a vessel for his grand design.

The Kilonova Plot: Orchestrating events to push Bianca towards triggering the kilonova that would reset Creation. She is rejecting this but eventually does but with Sephiroth, instead.

🌟 Themes:

Power and Corruption

Free Will vs. Control

Redemption and Hubris

Fatherhood and Manipulation

tagging some fellow mutuals: @themaradwrites @acursedduty @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen @chickensarentcheap @seastarblue

@inkandimpressions @arrthurpendragon

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After talking to my husband about Asmodeus, Asmodeus instantly knows what someone desires: sort of a bit like Lucifer in Lucifer. The reason being is that being the Prince of Lust I feel like he would naturally be able to do this.

After all, what is desire but an offshoot of lust?

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oc-tober: day eight: relationships

I think that I will talk about Bianca's familial relationships for this. While her father is Asmodeus, the Prince of Lust, she has many sisters and brothers. These are her incubi and succubi brethern. However, Bianca remains unique among them as she is the key to Asmodeus' godhood.

Parents:

Father: Bianca's father is the fallen archangel Azrakiel, whom goes by the name of Asmodeus, the Prince of Lust. Asmodeus was a former watcher angel, sent down to the mortal realms to watch over them and intercept any cosmic threats, and is now a primodial demon. He joined Lucifer's rebelling army and was cast out of Heaven. In a bid for ultimate power, he entangled the Omniverse into his machinations. The culmination of his dark design gave birth to Bianca, a being that has both celestial and now infernal potency.

Mother: Seraphine was once a watcher angel who was paired with Azrakiel to watch over the mortal realms. In the civil war that rocked the Celestial Realm, Seraphine chose to side with the Creator Deity. She was great friends with the Archangel Michael and placed within his battalion, where she quickly rose and was admired for her bravery. Her unwavering commitment leads her towards making the ultimate sacrifice for her daughter, Bianca. She would use her celestial energy, cocoon Bianca in temporal energy, send the unborn child through time and into the womb of Sarah Moore. Seraphine has no body and lives on within Bianca as a living consciousness.

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Happy Blorbo Blursday!

Have any of your characters come from a position of privilege that they’ve never had to examine?

Happy Blorbo Blursday, Mara. Thank you for the ask. I hope you are having a wonderful day. I have one character that fits this question. So, I'm going to talk about the big bad of Fantasy Worlds Collide, Azrakiel (Asmodeus).

Content Warnings: Abuse of Power, Manipulation, Entitlement, Superiority Complex, Parental Exploitation, Lack of Consent, Themes of Lust and Desire, Familial Conflict, Betrayal, Morally Ambiguous Relationships, Existential Struggle, Internal Conflict, Cosmic Horror, Loss of Identity, Ambition, Violence, Civil War, Societal Hierarchy, Emotional Trauma, and Descent into Darkness.

Azrakiel's origins as a revered angelic watcher grants him a unique perspective on privilege. He was among the first angels to be created by the Creator Deity and was granted the motif of a 'holy dragon', which is Azrakiel's true form. He was once a celestial being of unmatched grace and considered himself the celestial race of angels' as superior to the race of man. His elevated position once provided immense respect among his peers, but it also came with a sense of entitlement that shaped his worldview. He also believed that a celestial being can do what they want with the mortals: including mating and marrying them. This was one of the reasons he sided with Lucifer in the civil war that rocked the Celestial Realm and lead to him being kicked out of the Celestial Realm with the other rebels and securing him the title of the Prince of Lust as Amodeus.

Despite his fall from Grace, his ambitions remain deeply intertwined with the remnants of his celestial origins. Rather than addressing the moral complexities that came with his previous position and power, he chooses to exploit his understanding of cosmic forces for manipulation and control. This lack of introspection leads him to see himself as a master of destiny and an aspiring demon who lusts for omnipotence, omniscience, and omnipresence. He really is unconcerned about the impact he has on others, believing in the reason justifies the means. His refusal to confront the implications of his privilege creates a stark contrast between the angel he was and the primordial demon he became.

Azrakiel's privilege is reflected in his relationship with others, especially his daughter Bianca Moore. He views her as a pawn in his grand schemes, and he will often overlook her own autonomy and experiences. His ambitions blind him to the reality that Bianca, as a being of light and dark, possesses her own identity and power and is much more than the Harbinger of Chaos, Lady Amara, and the Duchess of Lust. Rather than nurturing their family bond, he would rather exploit her divinity to achieve his goals. I feel this dynamic emphasizes how his lack of self-examination not only continues a cycle of control but also creates a chasm in his familial relationships. By focusing on his relentless quest for supremacy and refusing to recognize the privilege that he once enjoyed as a Watcher Angel, he risks losing the very connection that could ground him, redeem him, and give him a true purpose besides getting back at his father, the Creator Deity.

Interested in joining the Creator’s Club? Please check out this post on it.

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Tumblr Games: Last Line Tag

I haven't completed any Tumblr tag games in some time, so I decided to share a bit of what I'm currently writing.

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Here is the last line from my Flash Fiction Friday project. It's a bit dark.

Their unborn daughter was already Asmodeus’ puppet. No matter the dimension, time, or reality that his child was in, she would not be able to hide from him. He would continue to pull her strings to bring about his ascension.

Tagging: @themaradwrites @residentdormouse @arrthurpendragon @megandaisy9, @asirensrage and an open tag for anyone else who wishes to do this.

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Also, writing Asmodeus is always a trip. I like doing a warm up session for writing before I get started on my main project.

"Ah, Sephiroth. My wayward son-in-law." The voice oozed mockery, reverberating with ancient malevolence. "How touching, this obsession you nurture. Like a moth to a flame, seeking salvation in the arms of corruption." [. . .] Laughter echoed across the crater. The rich and terrible mirth amalgamated with the moaning wind swirling around them. "Ended? No, my dear boy, it has just begun." Asmodeus spread Bianca’s arms wide, as if to embrace the abyss. "This vessel is mine. Her soul, her essence—they are but tools. She will fulfill the prophecy. The kilonova will consume existence itself, and I will stand as the architect of the new Omniverse. My Multiverse."