#sera is bad

[stickeefries]

Note: soo I made a one shot from my ideas... If it gets one like I will keep making them. I think I did this good. It's only a little less than 2,000 words so it is short. Also I probably will be posting this on ao3 under the same name. I'll add the link in another post to the work.

Warning: Death. Adam dies. Angst no comfort. Slight description of blood. Abuse mention. Cheating mention.

I Retrace My Steps

"No... you don't get to end this!” He has to keep going.

“I'm fucking Adam! I'm the fucking man, and you're just some fuckin' clown or something.” He can’t stop. Not yet. Not if he wants them to live.

“I started everything on Earth! All of mankind came from these fucking nuts!” A little more. Then he can leave and have some time with Lute. Then he can pretend that things were peaceful.

“You all should be worshipping me, you ungrateful, disgusting, fucking losers!" He heard the knife before he felt it in his back. A burning sensation spread throughout his body. Adam saw Lucifer’s lips move, no sound coming to his ears. He felt wind pass his body as he fell. Dirt rubbed into his face, a small weight pressing on his lower back. More words that fall just out of reach from his ears. The weight shifted and he felt the offending weapon pull from his body and snap back down. Over and over and over. A knife? The familiar feeling of pain rushed through his body. What is happening? The weight on his back shifts again and lifts from his body. He could barely make out the small pitter-patter of steps walking away from him. A scream sounded out his name on their lips. Adams knows that voice. Why was Lute yelling?

A hand pressed on his arm, turning him over. Lute’s face came into view. Tears were pouring down her beautiful face, golden blood marking cuts on her. Pain and despair swam in her eyes. She spoke words that he could not hear. Her voice was a soft vibration in his ears, just inaudible. Adam reached up to gently wipe the tears from her face, his hand falling shortly afterward. The effort to lift it again is too much. Exhaustion filled him, a warm liquid puddling under his body. That was his blood. The golden substance seeped from his body, a coldness covered him like a frosty blanket.

He has to stay for Lute, for the exorcists under his care. Adam fought through the fog that was covering his mind. His attempts were for naught. Memories of old played behind his eyes, a blessed break in the fog. This was it huh? His life was flashing before his eyes. He was going to die.

Adam remembers the first time he saw Lilith. She glowed with such beauty that nothing had compared to. The trees and water, animals and plants, were all nothing in comparison to her beauty. Her blonde hair reminded him of the sunlight. Her eyes were white as the feathers of doves. He was enamored the second he set eyes on her. It didn’t take long for love to set in his chest. He learned that love was fierce, fiery, and fast. He felt overwhelmed by the new emotion, angels telling him this was normal.

Not long after he learned that love also hurt. Everything he did would never be enough for her. Every flower he brought her, every compliment he gave, every moment he dedicated to her, everything he did for her, would never be enough. Soon bruises would mark his throat and wrists, a mark for talking too much, not talking enough. Because he didn’t give her the right flower, the right words, the right amount of time.

He felt relief when she started to distance herself. Soon that relief turned into pain. Lilith was with another. She was doing things he wished to do with her, with an angel. She had drawn him near to see the things that she did. Hurt filled his heart, the feeling cutting him deep. The angels had seen what happened and separated him from them. From Lilith, from Lucifer.

The second time he fell in love was when Eve came into his life. He remembers the pain that had taken over his chest. Angels tell him that they have a gift for him, but they need this part of him to give it. The first time he saw her, he feared. Her entire being was the opposite of Lilith. She was small and dainty. Brown hair and honeyed eyes that reminded him of the earth he came from. Tan skin with soft dots that covered her being. Even so, fear filled him. Would she hurt him like Lilith? Months passed before that fear faded, she never touched him with bad intentions. Instead, she helped him make food to eat, name the new animals, and was on his side when they spoke to the angels. Soon he felt love for her as well. This love was different than the love for Lilith, it was as soft as the fur of the animals they love. This love was as quick as the love for Lilith but like the current of a river.

Just as he learned from Lilith that love hurt, he learned that this love hurt as well. The moment Eve came to him, tears in her eyes, holding the one fruit that their creator told them they couldn’t have. He knew what had been done. Fear filled him, he doesn’t want to be alone again. He reached his hand out to the fruit and placed it to his lips. The sweet taste of the fruit, the first taste he had of apples. Soon after, they were banished from the very garden they learned from. They had survived. Even with blood marking their way. When he arrived in heaven with Eve following not long after, he had hope that this love would stay. But as the years passed he learned that love will always hurt. Eve left him saying that she never loved him the way he loved her. That it was a different love, a love one would have for a brother.

The third time he felt the twines of love filling him, he shoved it down. He can’t do this again. The day he met Lute was the day they prepared for the exterminations. He saw the parts that he loved in Lilith and in Eve throughout her. Lute held herself with independence and power, but she was also shown to have a gentle hand when it came down to it. He felt drawn to her, hair white as snow and just as fierce. Loving her came as easily as breathing, but so did the fear. She would leave too. So this time he waited. The day she came to him with words on her beautiful lips that he had never heard another speak to him, she promised to stay. He felt the thorn of fear that had pierced his heart, loosen just a bit. He decided to take a chance and let her in.

This time the pain that came with love was not due to the one those affections were for, this time it came from an outer being. Sera made a new rule, let a demon go and you betray heaven. You die as a repercussion. He felt pain in his heart as he learned that others can hurt you in a way that only love can, even if you don’t love them. The threat to Lute’s life, for the life of the other exorcists, cut him just as deep. At least Emily was kind, her gentle hands healing the cuts that covered his body. Her child-like innocence reminded him of his children, of being a dad. He felt that same love light up in his heart for the young seraphim.

When Lilith’s child walks into the meeting room instead of Lucifer, he feels fear. The same fear he had long forgotten gripped his heart. The instinctual feeling of his hand twitching with the urge to reach for his throat. He forced it down, pulling up that familiar mask he hides behind. Charlie was just as stubborn and headstrong as Lilith was. When he learned that she wanted to redeem sinners he felt worry creep into his actions. This was bad. She would be crushed by the heavens before she could even get a single word out. Adam made sure that she would do no such thing.

Even if she was Lilith’s child, she was also the child of Lucifer. An angel that was once kind to him, despite what Lilith did he could still remember those eyes that looked at him with worry. He had to make sure that Lucifer’s child did not fall to the same fate as him. No matter what.

He failed. Charlie was in heaven. She had called for a meeting with the very person he wanted to protect her from. How could Lucifer allow this? He knows what heaven was like. Lute reached out for his hand, and her warmth spread through him, comforting him enough to breathe. That breath soon left him as he made eye contact with Sera, she nodded toward Vaggie. he didn’t want to do this, it was hers to share not his, but he remembered what would come if he didn’t do what was ‘required’. The rest of the meeting went by in a blur. The next thing he knew was words falling from his lips without his prompting. A grey mist surrounded Sera’s hand as he tasted rain on his tongue. “You better save the date cuz we're coming to your hotel first.” He knows that it has to be done. The repercussions will be too much.

As the memories faded he could feel his consciousness do the same. The ground underneath him disappeared, pain seeping away from his bones. It was peaceful at first, but then he opened his eyes one more time. Lute’s face came into view again, her snowy hair tainted with golden blood and dirt. He felt the searing heat from her hand gripping his body, the only thing he could feel. The pain that influenced the twitches and curves of her face, even so he felt relief.

“You stayed.” He forced out. His voice was distant, almost like he did not speak those words. His eyes analyzed as Lute’s expression fell, tears creeping into the crevices of her eyes.

“I always will.” Her voice came out soft and sure. The familiar vibrations of her voice caressed his ears. He felt his emotions settle in his chest for the first time in thousands of years. No fear. No worry.. A calmness covered him like a blanket, warming the edges of his mind.

His breath came out stuttering and short. Long pauses before he could feel the relief of air filling his lungs again. The want to say something more filled him, but his strength dissipated. Words unsaid, but still heard by Lute. She always knew the words he couldn’t force out of his chest and in this moment she listened. Speaking those words back with her eyes and the heart beating within her chest. The very same words his heart spoke. With each thump of his heart, each stuttering breath he conveyed the one thing he wanted her to hear from him. The one thing they spoke to each other in whispered words and gentle actions.

'I love you. '

Note: did you like it??? I'm new to writing so if you have any tips or things that could help please let me know! But don't be mean...

[notherpuppet]

Buckshot: Part 3 of 4

Getting to know the nanny

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

[mirrorhouse]

Luis + Ashley watching Leon at the shooting range

[pinacoladamatata]

blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....

[cry-ptidd]

Common denominator

[baselicoc]

is it gay to be chained up with another man while you have a very important mission to save the presidents daughter. what if you say no homo

[dailydadoodles]

Sera?? no???

[notebooks-and-laptops]

Dragon age inquisition is an imperfect game specifically because I can't have my Lavellan continue to have ill advised post break up sex with Sera

[mountainshroom]

Happy holidays you funky people and thank you so much for this year!!

[electracution]

Luis Sera, 07.2024

I need him so bad it makes me look stupid (I'm a lesbian).

Public service announcement! Would anyone be interested in me posting some of my paintings from my portfolio?

[gojuo]

LUIS SERA and LEON KENNEDY in RESIDENT EVIL 4 REMAKE (2023) dev. Capcom

[geddy-leesbian]

[interestofthemonth]

Excuse me being a crackpot conspiracy theorist for a minute, but this mafia fucking spider family consumes my every thought.

We've seen this season how many hoops and jurisdictions Charlie had to jump through in order to even have a DAY in Heaven. So what if getting to Hell from Heaven is just as hard?

Sera, panicking and desperate, locks up Sir Pentious before word gets out about the possibility of redeeming souls. And the entire time, Pen is just crying in his cell. "Where are my egg bois? How is Heaven supposed be to Heaven without my bois? Can I at least call my lawyer (Angel Dust)? What about Miss Cherri? I don't want me here either, can't you just send me back to the Hotel?"

And Emily? Our girl? Our foil? Bats those pale ass eyelashes at Sera, "of course I'll guard him and make sure no one knows about this. Who would I even tell?" Then the nanosecond she's left alone, picks the lock and goes on the run with everyone's favorite snake. She promises to get him home like he wants, but she also needs to let Charlie know without a doubt that she is right. They have their first solid piece of proof of redemption and Emily is not about to let that be swept under the rug.

But they gotta figure out a way out of Heaven first.

After some digging, it turns out there's one heavenly soul who has been trying to worm her way down to Hell for years now. They go to her asking if it's really possible. She admits never been able to actually do it before because she didn't have the manpower, but with a full fledge seraphim on their side, she thinks it will work this time. Her only condition? She wants to come.

Molly has been trying to get back to her family since she got here, there's no way she's passing up this chance.

[hellaversity]

Geez, nobody in this fandom can defend or feel bad for a morally grey character without being accused of "woobifying" them.

You think Blitzø isn't the only asshole in every relationship he's in and that everyone else he's involved with needs to fix their issues too? Suddenly you think Blitzø just a misunderstood UwU baby who can do no wrong. Fuck nuance.

You sympathize with Stolas because of the way Stella treated him and think him cheating on her with Blitzø was cathartic revenge? Suddenly you think ALL cheating is justified regardless of how your partner treated you. Fuck complexity.

You acknowledge that Sera felt guilty for approving of genocide? Suddenly you think genocide is ok as long as you feel bad about it. Fuck logic.

Same as how simply liking a pure evil character as a CHARACTER (not as a person) will get you accused of being an apologist.

Think Valentino's design is cool and like the idea of VoxVal? All of a sudden you think him r**ing Angel Dust isn't that big of a deal and that his relationship with Vox is healthy and sweet. Fuck common sense.

I wish this black and white mentality, especially when looking at a morally grey series like this, would fucking stop.

[knifefightandchill]