#supreme being have mercy on my soul

[robespapier]

Based on this post and @tobermoriansass's very cursed tags, may I present a very cursed poll ?

And here's the link to the naked sketch of David's Tennis Court Oath.

[neteyamsilly]

i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best | 5

summary ;; What could Jake do? How was he supposed to fight when he had no concrete opponent? PART 4 | PART 6 pairings ;; dad!jake sully x reader, mom!neytiri x reader, sully family x reader genre ;; pure angst and family feels notes / explanations ;; jake is so depressing here. i also took liberty with his character and the reasonings for his decisions in atwow, sorry in case if thats not how you see him LMAO happy reading 💞 please excuse my mistakes if you see any! ‼ I DONT TAKE TAG REQUESTS ANYMORE ‼

“One chance, Jakesuli. You will only have one chance. Use it well. Our Great Mother favors you, that we know. But this favor hasn’t been granted to you. It has been granted to my granddaughter.”

“I won’t fail.” Not again. 

“What does failing mean, I wonder. Would you fail if you take her soul back from her happiest? Or would you fail if you let her have the peace our Great Mother has laid her into?” 

“I will get my daughter back. This isn’t her time. If Eywa has given me this chance, then she thinks the same as me.”

“You will take that honor from her, then?” Mo’at was being cryptic, but Jake saw through the exterior of the neutral Tsahik into an exhausted, mourning grandmother. “She was the daughter of Toruk Makto, and he was her last shadow.”

It came back to Jake in a gut-churning realization, it was his shadow that had fallen over you from the light of the torches on the walls as you’d given your last breath. It was his shadow. “No,” he refused, adamantly. “She will get to achieve greater honors of her own than that. I won’t be the one defining her ending.” The last bead of your songcord having his name, Toruk Makto’s name, was supremely wrong to him. He would not accept this fate for you. 

“Very well, then.” Secretly, she was pleased with him. With his answer. “Get going. As I said. One chance.”  

Jake would never be able to get used to the magnificence that was Vitraya Ramunong, or, the Tree of Souls. To him, Pandora itself was a marvel already too good to be true that he’d fallen in love with, and abandoned his own race for, there was no getting used to the beauty for a human like him who’d only found it once in neon lights, ever. He could reach the end of his natural lifespan in this body and still there would be much left to discover. That’s why Jake was more vulnerable to one of the beating hearts of Eywa in the shape of a giant, glowing willow tree. 

No Na’vi was immune to the soul-purifying, all-consuming, yet being-dwarfing peace enveloping one’s very spirit, in a cradling hug as if they were nothing but a newborn in their mother’s arms. In here, only one fact mattered: they were childrens of Eywa, all of them dear, all of them seen, all of them safe and sound, including him, once alien to Eywa the way Earth was related to Pandora. Everything spoke to him here in a language he didn’t understand, but could respond to, again, in a language he didn’t understand, his soul doing the communicating. 

Jake was also a child here, Eywa’s chosen child. 

And he had come to her door for the most difficult request of his life, feeling like he was asking his mother for money right after he had crashed their car, unable to look her in the eye and expecting the biggest of scoldings for his shamelessness. 

This was nothing like asking for her assistance against the sky people, back then, he had agency, power, the clans backing him up, Toruk. If Eywa didn’t hear him, he would fight until the last drop of blood in his body was spent anyway, he was ready.

Now, he had nothing. 

Nothing to offer in return, not one concrete reason as to why he should have his daughter back other than being a desperate father with nowhere to return to other than the mercy of the Great Mother. He just wanted his child. Nothing mattered. 

Not how and why Quaritch had spawned right under his nose with an avatar body, not how they could even slither in without detection, not the threat of what the sky people could bring upon their heads with that — nothing, not now. Nothing mattered until he saw this through. 

Jake had found the will to quite literally tear himself from your side like nail from flesh only when you’d stabilized enough. Stabilized, as in, the faintest rise and fall of your ribcage Neteyam had to stare from where he was sitting like a sentinel for a full minute to spot, a tideless, still ocean only moving with whiffs of wind, his own breathing unnoticeable — to match yours, or to silence the sounds in his own body to hear better, Jake didn’t know. 

No sky person was allowed to take over from Mo’at and Kiri. Norm had told Jake none of this made sense, if the bullet had nicked the bowels enough and the dirt leaked into the bloodstream, the possibility of sepsis was eventual, and if it didn’t, you had bled too much anyway, a blood transfusion was necessary, and the internal organs... — Christ, the amount of bad end scenarios Jake had been subjected to was as if they were telling him to open a grave for you anyway. Tsahik had scoffed into their faces. The way of healing was something none of them would see, she had scoffed. Now ally, or not. You can’t fill a cup that’s already full. Jake was in a hopeless need for water into wine kind of miracle, and honestly, he wasn’t complaining. 

Leaving High Camp behind to set off on a journey calling for only him was one of the hardest things he’d done yet, the silhouette of you lying motionless, his family scattered around the tent, shadowed in their own mourning, folded into themselves was burned into his mind, glimpses of their pain visible from eclipses of light occasionally falling on their faces. A sight he never wanted to see again in his life if he could help it. It was a frosted, iron-thorned hand squishing his heart into ground meat. 

Tuk, ever the stingy monopolizer, had brought her favorite toys to scatter around you because she thought they’d comfort you the way they comforted her, had tried snuggling with your unconscious body and was warned by Kiri only to hold your hand instead. She had taken to playing with your fingers, the depressive gloom of years beyond her age crooked on her. Jake couldn’t stand the sight of the little girl telling you bedtime stories he and Neytiri used to, for a moment only, he could pretend you were just going along with your sister’s whims and smiling with your eyes closed as you listened. 

Kiri, buzzing around to change the bandage-leaves that soaked up some sort of sickly black colored puss every couple hours, had explained to him the salve they used on you was getting the infection and the splinters of the bullet they couldn’t get out of your body, which had turned the color of your blood into that — but the thing was, given the dwelling of the woodsprite in your mouth, they couldn’t feed you the porridge-like mix to speed up the process of blood production in the bone marrow, and she was exerting herself looking for some other way. 

Before he’d left the tent for good, she had handed him the bullet— or, the biggest piece of it they’d taken out of your body, it was a mere pursed and shriveled, tiny metal. The exhausted girl had stammered when explaining that whatever they’d hit you with, had broken into shards inside you upon impact, creating severe lacerations and lethal hemorrhage that they’d worked tirelessly to pick out.

Jake had stared hollowly at it for the longest time. This small thing. It was such a small thing that took you from him. 

The sentence that sent you away was also as small, and damning as this bullet. ‘Go.’   

Kiri had seen it sink in his face, closing her five-fingered hand on his palm, on the bullet. “You should get going, dad,” she’d said. “We’re okay here.”

Jake had taken one last look. At Neytiri wiping your body to clean all the congealed blood. At Tuk holding your hand. At Kiri trying to fill in shoes bigger than her feet. At you lying down with trinkets surrounding you like funeral flowers. And forced his body to keep moving when all he wanted to do was stay. 

He’d then heard Lo’ak complaining to his older brother outside the tent, “How can he be so cold?” The heaviness was getting to the boy, agitated and misapprehending. But he was always this way, if something was out of his control, the inability to act to change it manifested as frustration, blind anger. “Why is he so… unresponsive? Emotionless?”

Jake would have let it slide had it been about something else, but his children running their mouths not knowing he was a hair's breadth away from going clinically insane had gotten to him. He was burning alive. 

“You think I don’t care, boy?” He emerged from the tent like some last boss, initially not caring he’d scared the brothers. “You think I don’t feel at all? My own child dying in the same arms I used to hold her as a baby — you think that doesn’t faze me?”

Neteyam, the mediator, or rather, the blame-taker, ran to his little brother’s rescue, the latter too flabbergasted to form any words yet. “Dad, he doesn’t mean—”

“I know exactly what he means.” When the anger subsided, Jake sighed with the weariness of an ancient man. The flames had died before they could climb, he was too exhausted for it. Honesty and trust, as Neytiri had said. 

Having lost everything, having nothing to lose, and having a lot to lose were somehow simultaneously the same thing to Jake in the predicament he’d found himself in. “I know how you see me. You only know me as the person I want to show you.” 

Lo’ak’s go-to answer was presented to Jake on a silver platter. “Sorry, sir.”

It wasn’t what he wanted to hear at all. Jake wasn’t trying to get Lo’ak to bow his head. “Don’t apologize—” He cut himself short, licking his chapped lips, and after rubbing his face, he’d put his hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Lo’ak. Son. I feel this, alright? Of course I do. I’m your father.” He shook him gently, feeling the words weren’t reaching him, who was just staring at something on the ground off to the side. “There’s no greater pain a parent can go through in life than losing his child. You can’t understand what this means right now—what it’s doing to me. You will only know when you become a father yourself.” He gently tapped Lo’ak on the chin so he would raise his head and look at him in the eye already. And when he did, Jake said what he said slowly, hoarsely. “But know this. Know I will lose myself if I lose you, or any of your siblings.” He turned to Neteyam as well, who was watching in full alert mode. “I’m fighting not to lose my sanity as we speak.”

Lo’ak swallowed, unsure and weirded out to hear something like this for the first time in his life. Jake didn’t blame him. He was never emotionally upfront or honest before, not even used to it, more awkward with it than his boys were. But none of that mattered. Not anymore, after what happened to you because of his shortcomings. “You just look so composed—“

“I have to be.” Jake shook his head, eyelids hanging heavy, his whole head was heavy. “I just can’t crumble under it, do you understand? I have to be strong. I can’t lose myself in it. Your sister needs me. You need me. To be strong.” He took his hands off the boy’s shoulders, putting a palm on his cheek and patting a few, fatherly times before backing off altogether. “Never say that I don’t care. Never. I might not show it—and it’s a father’s duty not to show it, so my family will have a stable anchor. Get what I’m saying?” 

Lo’ak looked reassured, lighter. So that’s what Neytiri had meant. “How… how can I help?”

His youngest son’s inclination to get to the root of the problem and pump out solutions was in consanguineous with his inability to stop and wait, uncomfortable in his skin when he couldn’t do anything to improve the situation and was confronted with the intimacy of having to feel, always wanting to act. Lo’ak was like Jake in that way. Awkward when it came to communication. Dishonest with themselves.  

“Stay here.” Jake said, right from his heart. “Stay safe. I don’t wish for anything else in this world.”

Lo’ak’s eyes softened, and as the father, Jake felt the renewal of the bond between them, saw the understanding in his youngest son, saw something else than the guilt and regret over being caught after mischief, for once. “I’m sorry, dad.”

“Don’t apologize.” He shared a meaningful look with him, trying to convey, again, his apology wasn’t what he wanted. Yet, his sons were defaulted to saying sorry half the time they spoke to him nowadays. Jake was understanding the severity of it, too much too late. Lo’ak nodded, ears tipped down slightly.

Then he turned to the eldest. “Neteyam—”

But he opened his mouth before Jake could say anything else. Ready. Always on his feet. “Yes, I will—”

Jake clicked his tongue. “Rest.”

Neteyam was about to say yes to whatever he was told to do, as always, but stopped right in the middle of it, voice catching in his throat, eyes blinking in confusion. “What?”

“Rest.” 

“But—”

“Rest, Neteyam, I won’t tell you again.”

God knows he needed it. Neteyam looked like he’d been having night terrors for days, accumulated anxiety making him jumpy. “Sorry, sir.”

“Stop—“ Jake caught himself before he could raise his voice. “Why are you apologizing?”

Neteyam didn’t talk for a while. But when he did, he was looking up at him underneath his lashes, unable to keep eye contact for more than two seconds. “It’s my fault.”

“Bro,” Lo’ak said, a pitiful objection.

Jake knew where this was going. “What is?” 

“I should have been there.” He pressed his mouth into a thin line before furrowing his brow, closing his eyes. Jake knew what he was seeing, repeated over and over again in his mind. “I should have known right away when I couldn’t catch up to her. I could have prevented it. It’s my responsibility.” One tear slipped by as he hung his head. “My fault.”

There it is.

Jake had told him before. “You’re the older brother, you gotta act like it.” — even though you and him were more like affable twins than older brother and younger sister that he never had to explicitly be a guardian to you like he was to Lo’ak, he had to be thinking this was his biggest failure. Neteyam was just reflecting what he’d been taught, the standards his father was holding him up to. Of course the boy had been overthinking it to the point where he was the catalyst to the event by not predicting your fakeout. 

“No,” Jake rasped, after a beat. “This is on me first, and the sky people who got to her second. And that’s the end of the story.”

Neteyam, up until this point, had to bear half the blame, if not the rest of it, for the consequences of his siblings’ actions. Upon receiving this kind of answer, he startled with an incredulous gasp and full stare at Jake. “But I—”

“It’s not about you, Neteyam,” Jake explained, although the words were harsh, he had done his best to soften the impact. “I did this. Blame me, okay?”

‘How could I?’ was written in neon letters over the boy’s head even if he didn’t say anything. Too good-natured. He idolized Jake a lot more than the man deserved. “Mother was… she was… She is grieving, she doesn’t mean it.”

“You gotta stop making excuses for people, boy. Especially when they’re in the right.” A smile pulled on his lips, but died as it was born. “I pushed and pushed until we reached the edge, thinking there was never an edge at all. I should have known better. I should have been better. This is between me and your sister, and that’s why it is me who has to go to the Tree of Souls.” 

And he’d left, but not before pulling his boys into his chest, cradling the back of their heads against himself, the smell of home repulsing instead of comforting. Prickles on his skin was the comfort he got from being able to hug his children when you were absent. It didn’t feel right. 

He missed you dearly, an aching, gaping hole in his very being that only grew larger as he saw what you left behind half-completed or messy like you’d stood up and gone off for a minute to come back to it later — 

The unmade pallet from the night of your Iknimaya argument that Jake had shed tears on when he’d seen the state of it, having the signs of someone getting up from it like you would be returning to go back to sleep any second.

The unfinished bark plate you had set aside to eat later and fought Lo’ak not to touch it. a squabble Jake had to break before you started wasting food by throwing it at each other. 

The stack of fruits you’d gathered that you never shared except for Neytiri sometimes. 

The half-carved cup you were working on because the regular cups weren’t big enough for your water needs and you didn’t like to refill it about three times until you were satisfied. 

The incomplete anklet you were making out of rainbow beads for Tuk that was confidential to everyone but Jake, who knew from observing you, of course — you were missing a couple colors that you just couldn’t seem to find, nagging his head off to just let you roam around farther and there was no danger as the sky people couldn’t get in the vortex.  

The little animal doodles you scratched at your side of the tent when you couldn’t sleep at nights, waking Jake up in the process every single time to listen until your breathing evened out as sleep retook you in its arms again, because he was bodily programmed to startle awake at one single rustle in his living quarters from his Marine days and fell into old habits after the return of the sky people, he knew you had developed insomnia from being uncomfortable at High Camp, longing for your hammock cocooned in the safety and comfort of the forest.

And the dumb romance novels you had taken from the humans that you, Kiri and Tuk giggled about at girl’s nights reading out loud, Spider invited as an honorary guest at times, just so you could tease Kiri about him and annoy your brothers that they weren’t allowed in, but the human boy was. 

All of them had no owner now. Neither of your family members could look at them, your ghost would appear in precious memories beside your belongings if they looked too much. He didn't need to concentrate for a phantom of you to appear, you were everywhere he looked, and even now, as the gently pulsating lavender humming, a song from Eywa herself, right underneath the veinlike, labyrinthine roots was the cool summer rain on Jake’s sizzling skin, all he could see was your first communion with Eywa in his arms while Neytiri formed the tsaheylu, the clan spread all around them in celebration. 

“You’ve called, and I’ve answered,” he greeted in positivity. “I think this is the most direct you’ve been with me in a long while.”

He didn’t know if it was Eywa or you he was saying this to. He genuinely didn’t know. 

Kneeling, and putting his arms on the mossy, thick root, he looked up to see the woodsprites swaying and floating in the air. He reached for his braid, letting the squirming nerve-endings coil around the white-cored lavender thread closest to him, taking in the presence of Eywa, all around yet nowhere at all, but listening. No sign of you. Was he supposed to talk like this? Just like this? Was he not allowed to see you? 

Jake had to admit he had been harboring the tiniest expectation of meeting you somehow, or hearing your voice through the connection like he did with a Tree of Voices when Mo’at had cryptically informed him of his chance. But this was it? 

If he failed, this would be it. 

“I guess this isn’t all that different,” he said out loud, instead of thinking inwards where the confusion flew. “It’s been like this for a while now, you and I. You talk, I don’t hear you. I talk, you don’t hear me. We throw the same ball at each other only for it to bounce back. Monologuing to a tree is the same thing, except it doesn’t talk back like you do.” 

He looked up and around, there was nothing else to do. The air was the same as it always was in here. Always accommodating to what each Na’vi found comforting. “The last time I came here like this was to ask for Eywa’s help in the last stand against sky people. I told her I would fight either way, I knew that’s why she’d chosen me. All my life, all I’ve done was fight. Even when I wasn’t able to, I was fighting lesser battles with the excuse of not having anything to fight for. It’s all I’ve known. All I’ve ever done. It’s what I was best at.” His brow twitched, and Jake tried to keep his composure, not because he didn’t want anybody to see, no, it was to keep his shit together so he didn’t fuck this up. He had to be honest. His pride was the last thing he needed in his way at the moment. 

“You were born to a different man. To a changed man. To a father who could let go because he thought his family was safe. You got to meet the man I used to be when my reason for fighting came back from my star. I know you don’t like that person — you can’t — couldn’t get used to him. I know.” 

From the discomfort, his fingers dug into the moss first, and found the bark of the root, his fist curling on it next. “But I had to keep fighting.” He softly brought his fist back on the root. “The strong prey on the weak, that’s just how things are. That’s how I had it on my star. And my kids — you, you are weak, and it’s not an insult — it’s not me criticizing, Jesus, you are just children, and there’s a war on your damn heads. That’s what I mean. That’s what I’ve always meant. It’s natural that you are weak, Eywa was kind enough to let you be soft. Not Earth, though, never Earth.” 

Jake had to clench his teeth and bite the anger into the inside of his mouth to not be boiled alive — not to let it reach to your side. He let out a soundless snarl. “You would never be ready for the cruelty of Earth, I would never wish that upon any of you. But it was brought to you. Right at your doorstep. I couldn’t protect you from it by hugs and kisses. You wouldn’t be safe from a gun extended to you by extending a branch in return. No.” 

He reached and caressed the glowing thread, brows furrowed. “I did what I thought was right to prepare you. Every single one of you. I was making you tough. I had to. To protect you. And of course there would be clashing along the way, it’s what happens between parent and child. We fight. We fight like cats and dogs for dominance. You try me to show strength. I stand my ground to let you know you gotta do better.” 

He had fired those sentences with incoherent speed, and when he got to the end of it, Jake got choked up. Stopped for a moment, took a breath. Blinking several times, his tone became vulnerable, he didn’t have anyone in front of him, but he tore away his gaze anyway. “Somewhere along the way, things just… Without me noticing, everything…” He sighed through his nose, his voice nothing but a whisper. “I fought more battles than I fought for my family. I thought I was doing my job as a father when I didn’t even know shit about being a father.” 

A couple seconds floated by, and his gaze was stolen by a lone woodsprite descending down until it staggered on the fist he had against the root. The shine of it reflected from the mistiness of his eyes. His lower lip slightly trembled at the thought of it being you. This little woodsprite. You? 

“The thing is, I’m lost, sweetheart,” he admitted quietly, small, shaky, not taking his eyes off the woodsprite. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I sit here, I look back, and think why I keep fighting. We could have migrated. Looked for a new Hometree. Another forest. Left the humans alone. Or made peace. A treaty. Something. None of your lives had to be sullied by war. Yet I chose this. I chose to fight, as I ‘ve always done, because now I had something to fight for. And the fighting wasn’t limited to them, I fought Neteyam, I fought Lo’ak, I fought you, my own kids, and I didn’t even know.” 

He reached for it with his other hand, tentatively, scared that it would fly away with the slightest contact. But he was able to touch the top of the woodsprite ever so slightly, the little zap making all the hair on his body stand up. Jake swallowed thickly, his whole head on fire. “I don’t know what to do. I just miss you. I miss you so much, sweet girl. I wish you would scream at me. Say you hate me for all I care. Anything. Hate me until the day you die, but do it with all of your family surrounding you in old age, in peace. I would be content knowing you are under the same sky as me. But I’m forgetting your voice already, and I—” He held back a violent sob, hissed to not let it out, and groaned, getting angry at himself for the emotions. He shut his eyes tightly, willing away the tears. “I wish I could say these to your face. I wish I could see you one last time, smiling at me.”

Having everything to lose. Having lost everything. Having nothing to lose. Three different meanings had coiled around each other like snakes to become one singular outcome in linear relation of cause-and-effect through you. It wasn’t a cycle.

Having something to fight for. Having nothing left to fight for. Having nothing to fight for. You were everything. Everything. What could Jake do? How was he supposed to fight when he had no concrete opponent? 

“I see you.”

The voice — your voice, albeit much, much younger, almost made him jump. When his eyes shot open, Jake was in a different location. He knew this place. The creek away from the village he and his family often frequented. 

The twilight penumbra of the eclipse dimmed the shadows embracing the forest, but the ethereally glowing lights of all colors illuminated and got reflected from the water as if it was a mirror. Above and all around him were lazily dancing fireflies — or, rather, bioluminescent bugs he didn’t know the names of, tiny stars floating in the air like glitter. It was magical.

Jake realized with aching melancholy that this was the first time he’d taken you out on an eclipse to show you the beauty of the forest on a special father-daughter date. The exact memory.  

The breath that left him was shaky as he felt the presence sitting right beside him, in the corner of his vision, he saw the ripples on the shining water made by swinging legs. 

Jake froze for a second. Unmoving. Not looking at all — because if this was a dream, or a hallucination, he wouldn’t be able to bear it. His breathing got louder, more labored, the log underneath his hands was so realistically textured and damp. If he looked. If he looked, you would disappear. That’s how he felt. 

He was supposed to talk. But now, his ribcage was holding the words hostage, burning with the strain of the pile-up. 

“But I’m sad you don’t see me,” you said, and he was shaken by hearing your voice yet again, remembering the moment he found himself here, how he’d heard — ‘I see you’. “You don’t even want to look at me.”

So much hurt and vulnerability in that sentence that it left him breathless. 

It all happened in a matter of seconds. Him launched into his own turmoil racking his brain about how Quaritch was back as an avatar, ignoring to look at you to protect his composure and just trying to think, think — think, of a plan, of a how, of what to do. You calling after him once Neytiri, you and he arrived at High Camp after dodging Quaritch’s men. Him purposefully walking away because he needed to cool off and not to explode on you right there and there.  

That whole time, Jake hadn’t looked at you. If he did, he would have seen you needed help.

He shattered, all of his walls crumbling down, stripped down to bare despair. 

“Oh sweetheart.” Before he knew it, he had wrapped his arms around you in a crushing hug, basically snatching you off from where you were sitting and on his lap, and your warmth, your pulse, your tangible existence wrenched a shiver out of him — and he buried his face to the little crook of your neck, taking your scent in, hiding his trembling face and the quiver of his arms by holding you tight. You were here. As your younger self, no older than eight, but he had you. Not bloody and battered in his arms, but alive, so alive. “Oh sweet girl, my sweet girl… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He kissed the side of your head, felt the real tickle of your hair against his face, blessed with the soothe of his child’s smell. “I see you. Of course I see you. I’ve always seen you.” 

The snowflake-frail snivel followed by your sobbing sniffle broke his heart into pieces. “You’re a liar.” He shook his head, hugging you tighter. “You’re mean to me. You’re so mean to me.”

“I’m sorry.” That was all he could say. All he could do with his thrashing soul smoldering at the wetness of your tears on his shoulder. “I am mean. I’m sorry… You’re right, I’m sorry.” 

“It hurt so much.” You wailed. “It hurt a lot.” 

Jake began to caress your head with an awkward, clumsy, panicked hand, disturbed as to if you meant the moment of your death — at him pressing on the wound with all he had to stop the bleeding, or he and your strained relationship in general. “I know, sweetheart,” he said anyway, a stone clogging his throat. He didn’t try to explain, or tell you why, didn’t argue that it wasn’t what he meant to do. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. He had you in his arms. “I know. I know.” 

You wouldn’t get to be younger than this. And maybe, he would never get to see you be older, either. The thought crumpled his face like some piece of paper. Jake just wanted to hold you. And when you wrapped your little arms around him too, freely crying in his arms, a couple tears escaped his eyes as well, he didn’t know what kind of face he was making, perhaps it was better that you didn’t see him crumble. 

In the middle of it somewhere, he realized that you were younger because it was your inner child that needed this, she was more honest — more open with Jake. It caused him to sway with you back and forth, ribcage hurting with each breath. And you let it all out, clinging to him. 

“I love you, always,” he whispered, watching the bioluminescent bugs, when you were calmer and had fallen silent on his chest, not wanting to let him go and just listening to his heartbeat. “Even if I don’t show it — especially when I don’t show it. You are loved, my sweet girl, more than you know. More than you’ll ever know. More than I can show.” He looked down at the top of your head, agonized. “But I want to try. I want to show you more, moving forward.”

Knowing what he was insinuating, “But it’s nice here,” you said, voice thick and coarse from crying. You still didn’t pull back to look at him. Both of you, from the start of this, never looked at one another. Not once. Embarrassed and shameful to be honest, Jake thought. That pride you two shared. “You’re not mean to me here.”

But he needed to see you. You needed to be seen. So, as gently as he could, he unwrapped your arms around him, and took your baby cheeks in his hands, and looked you in the eyes. Another tear slipped from him. “You been listenin’ to me, right sweetheart? From the start?” You nodded adorably. You wouldn’t have said oel ngati kameie and accepted to let him see you if you hadn’t felt his true intentions and heart through him pouring it all out at the Tree of Souls. “I’m hiding a lot of things. But I want to be open with you. You wanna know the secret why I’m… mean?” You nodded again, more reluctant this time. “It’s because I’m scared.”

You gasped, genuinely lost and shocked, and he tried not to smile at the purity, the innocence. “You? You’re scared?”

“All the damn time,” he whispered, landing a kiss on your temple, his opposite thumb tracing a loving line on your other temple. “Every day. Every night.”

“But you’re Toruk Makto. You’re never scared.”

“I’m also a dad,” he said sorrowfully, as if he was giving out a secret. “And it’s precisely why I’m scared. I’m scared for you. For your siblings. Of losing you. It turns into anger. Anger turns into irreparable damage. Things I can’t take back.”

In the blink of an eye, you were back to your real age. For some reason he couldn’t quite grasp, you had shed the exterior of your childhood. But he didn’t mind, didn’t let you off his lap. 

“Don’t be scared, I’m here,” you said, putting your own small palm on his cheek, upset by the fact that he was feeling like that in the first place rather than whatever explanation he had. Your response was also childish, but he leaned into your touch anyway, comforted regardless, even if you were already gone — for this moment, he could ignore that no, you weren’t here at all. “If you told us, we would have been more careful not to make you sad.” 

Ah, he was being lectured on communication by his kid. It had a certain flavor of humbleness to it. Jake adored it nonetheless. “I know,” he said, “I’m sorry. I won’t be mean anymore.”

“That’s a lie.”

Jake couldn’t stop the laugh, though it was tottering. “Yeah, it is. But I promise you that I’ll never hurt you again.”

“That’s a lie too. Wasn’t it you who said not to make promises you can’t keep?”

“Alright, smartypants, let me rephrase it then,” the little glimpses of your brash self made him happy. “I will never intentionally hurt you, and if I end up doing so, unknowingly, I will always make it up to you. No exceptions.” 

You were acting uninterested, but stole intrigued glances at him. “How are you gonna make it up to me?”

“I’ll let you choose, how does that sound?” Jake tapped your nose. “In return, if I don’t know and haven’t taken the first step, you’ll have to tell me outright what I did.”

You deadpanned. “But I always do.”

“No, you don’t.” He raised one of his eyebrows. “You become passive-aggressive when you’re annoyed and pick fights with me.”

“That’s not—”

“Sweetheart.” 

“Okay, fine.” You huffed. The normalcy had made him forget just what he was doing here. “But you get angry.”

“What I get angry at is—” He cut himself off with a tongue click. “Not important. I do get angry. But at sincere honesty, us just talking it out, I could never get angry at that. Is the difference clear?”

“I think it is.” You were apprehensive about something, your fingers on his neck flexing as if you wanted to pull them back and break the hug. “But you have to promise.”

“I promise.” And then, Jake remembered, a new fire hardening his face, not in anger, but determination. “And speaking of which. I would never. Ever. Not in a million years would get angry or blame you for getting hurt to that degree — for others, humans, avatars, whoever and whatever the hell they are, hurting you, I could never get mad at you for it. Do you understand me? Your safety is the most important to me. I could never hate you for it.” His voice dropped down to a softer, gentler tone just above a whisper. “There is nothing in this world that’ll make me hate you. Nothing. I will love you through the most heinous crimes and in inexcusable deeds, you will find forgiveness in me even if there’s nobody left, that’s a father’s heart. Forever and always, I am with you.” He touched his forehead, and then yours. “I see you.”

You avoided eye contact. 

Ah, yes, the famous emotional awkwardness. He was sort of aware his feelings had reached you, you just didn’t know what to say. Jake hadn’t been like this with you for the longest time. So, he decided to make you more comfortable. “Yes I will get mad at you for breaking curfew, and yes, we might stop talking for a while and beef about the dumbest things if the fight is too intense — but always, always come to me when something is wrong. I will drop everything without hesitation.” He leaned in a bit to catch your wayward stare. “Got it?”

You murmured. “Okay.”

“Are we clear?”

You murmured once more. “Yeah.”

“Repeat it, then.”

There was something between cringing and unwillingness on your face, but at his pointed look, you sighed, giving in. “Always come to you if something’s wrong even if we’re fighting.”

“That’s right,” he affirmed, encouraging to let you know this wasn’t embarrassing. “What else?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Dad will always love you.” He nudged you, noting the flick of your ears in happiness when he’d said it. “Come on, say it.”

You didn’t look at him when you said it, but your voice was light. “Dad will always love me…”

“Dad will never hate you.”

Sheepishness took over, making Jake smile. “Dad will never hate me.”

“And. Come talk to me about it if I’ve ever hurt you without noticing so I can make it up to you.”

“Always go to you if I’m hurt and you’re unaware of it.”

“That’s right,” in this form as well, he gave your temple another kiss, heart soaring at your beautiful smile he had been dying to see. “Good girl.”

“You’re giving me a lot of power.” 

“Nothing my mighty hunter can’t handle.” 

The smile on your face died down. It came to Jake right away what had gone wrong. “Sweetheart—” “I didn’t mean that. You know—” But you didn’t know. Jake had to stop trying to make it easier on himself. “I’m proud of you. I’m so proud of you. About everything. About the ikran, I’m so goddamn proud. I said it, and I can’t take that back, I was angry and I was trying reverse psychology — you know what, it doesn’t matter. But you are my mighty hunter. Will always be.”

You got confident a bit, but were still testing the waters. “Well I proved I am.”

“Yes, you did,” he rejoiced, no rejection or doubt whatsoever. “Message received, Lima Charlie.”

You giggled freely, joyfully at the recognition, and Jake ached again remembering how much he’d missed that carefree, precious thing, he swore pixie dust was in it. You slipped from his lap to sit crossed-legged beside him, and he instantly missed being able to hold you close. “Wish you were there to see me.”

“Me too, sweet girl.” Your Iknimaya was a disaster. A long-passed, sacred tradition broken wasn’t as important to him as it was to Neytiri — but he knew she longed to see you complete it, by your side, as eagerly as he did. And you had been alone in your pride, when he knew from a very young age, you had been the most excited for it. Everything had been ruined and there was nothing he could do to undo it. “Will you tell me about it?”

The phantom of pensiveness on his face hadn’t quite registered with you yet, getting excited to tell him all about it like nothing had happened the moment you knew Jake wanted to know. As if you weren’t dead. As if nothing was wrong. “Well first of all, I broke Neteyam’s record.”

A mournful smile tugged on his lips. “Did you now?”

“Hell yeah!” You started gesturing with your arms. “It took, like, two minutes? One minute? Too easy.”

“You know easy means the ikran didn’t give you much of a fight, right?”

“Or, or.” One finger was raised up at him to raise another option. “I was too skilled.” 

“The ikran might have been meh about you.” Jake teased. “You sure it chose you? Or did you just chase it down and it was stuck with you?”

“That’s so wrong!” He threw his head back to laugh at your outburst. “He was watching me get there the whole time! Like, from the start. His eye was on me, I just know it. You’re just jealous you didn’t get Bob like I got Jack. I was badass.”

That made him pause. “Jack?”

“Yeah, his name’s Jack.”

He couldn’t imagine Neytiri’s reaction to the blandest name imaginable, oh god. “Why?”

“Named him after you.” You tipped your head at him, raising your brows. “It’s healing, you know. He listens to me without questioning. He’s also very sweet. Unlike a certain someone.” 

“Oh you little shit—” 

“I didn’t say anything.” Raising your hands in defense first, you crossed your arms on your chest next. “Certain someone can mean anyone. It can mean Lo’jack—”

“Lo’jack, really? Really?” Jake half-snorted, half-scoffed. “This a new one after Lovak?”

“Jackiri—”

“Jackiri is pretty sweet, c’mon now,” he gave a blank stare. “Hope you’re not gonna say Jackeyam.”

“Jacktirey?” You asked, undecided. “She’s an anklebiter.”

“Oh, for sure.” 

“Could be Jack the Ripper, Bojack Horseman, Jack-in-a-box. Jack-o-lantern.”

“All people, of course.”

“Yeah, all people.” You snapped your fingers in mock-remembrance. “Hit the road Jack.” 

“Oh wow, even him?” Jake lowered his voice, leaning towards you, mocking astonishment. “Legendary figure, that guy.”

“Jack of All Trades.”

“Well, that ikran really seems to be one to me.”

“I know, right?” You stopped, and he saw that thought process, and before he could open his mouth, you blurted it out. “Unlike a certain someone I know.”

“You punk.” Jake pushed you lightly by your shoulder. “You’re pushin’ it.”

You smiled with all your teeth at him, with hands on your calves, leaning down to act cute, and Jake could pretend this was normal. That he’d fixed everything. And all was right in the world now that you were laughing with him — he’d made you smile. . 

But suddenly you looked scared, looking at something over his shoulder, shrunken pupils focusing on him and whatever it was rapidly. It kicked him awake from his delusion. He tensed, tail jumping upwards, straight as a rod. “What is it, sweetheart? What’s wrong?”

Your breath hitched, and the next thing he knew, you had pushed him away, and he was falling towards the water. The last thing he saw was only a blur of you — the bioluminescent bugs became shooting stars with a thread of glow left behind them, the whole world tilted, but he didn’t hit the water, instead, he rolled down the small slope he had to climb to reach the tree. 

Disoriented, he saw the root was almost split in half — bullet marks, a cloud of splinters and debris was flying around where he used to be sitting. 

A lone avatar just ahead. Having made it all the way to the Tree of Souls. He didn’t know where this man had come from. 

Heart picking up and roaring in his ears, all Jake could think about was, One chance. 

He hadn’t even spoken to you properly yet, hadn’t said all the things he wanted to, hadn't even gotten your word, and this man — this son of a bitch — humans had taken you once again. 

Once again. 

You will only have one chance. 

“Lucky asshole,” the man looked at him behind the barrel of the long assault rifle. “Gonna make you pay for what you pulled yesterday.”

Your ethereal smile going up in smokes at the back of his head, Jake saw red.  

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[pursuitseternal]

“𝕵𝖚𝖉𝖌𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕯𝖆𝖞”

Archdevil Supreme Raphael x f!Reader | E | 2.3K

🎨 by the illustrious @marimosalad

Based on this 🫠 Audio by @ogyscrypt available on his Patre0n link

Summary: His beloved mouse… Raphael has given you immortality, his fallen, broken angel to worship at his feet. The reigning Archdevil of all the hells calls you to entertain him and help him send souls to their torment.

CW: public sex, throne sex, Dom/sub, master/slave/pet, vaginal fingering, lap riding, Cambion form sex, scratching/marking.

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The echo of chains resound around the halls, the warm stone walls trap the heat of Avernus. It’s a misleading comfort, the warmth, a deceptively soothing temperature on the skin and in the air. It’s one single comfort that tethers you still to your mind… although most of your coherent thoughts have long since scrambled away. Rational thought is a struggle, a constant battle to focus your mind on anything but the heat of the hells that seeps in from outside and your unending need for pleasure… for your Master.

For Raphael, newly victorious Archdevil Supreme of all the hells.

Perhaps it was a lingering shred of his mortal ancestry, his predilection for Avernus as the seat of his power. Perhaps it was its proximity to the mortal realms from whence he loved to pluck souls for his collection.

You among them.

But to you… he’s so good to you. Good? Is that the word? You struggle to think… to question it. Generous, yes. You feel it in your bones, bones that he has broken and healed countless times already in your service to him.

You smile, at least you think you do, at the memories of being knit back together in those healing waters of his boudoir. But for now you are whole and your body and soul is demanded in his presence. Your bare feet make their way, one foot in front of the other, until you reach the grandeur of his hall. Those soul pillars hum with silent screams, the vibrant green and golds of their sweet, tortured souls makes you smile. You’re not one of them, and that means you are… special.

His mouse, his toy, his sweetling… his angel.

Since your victory, he claimed you, imbued you with immortality, an ember of the hells just for you. That spark of his power burrowed into your soul, changing you forever in his image. Your own set of wings, black and feathered like the fallen aasimars of legend. His plaything. His toy to break and mend and break again…

The weight of the wings on your back has taken some getting used to… you keep your head lowered, your hands folded so neatly before you, all while ignoring and thriving on the pain they summon that burns in your back. Heavy and flightless… just for the appeal. For the devil so does love the angel he has made to sit at his feet and serve his every ephemeral desire.

The mass of people part to let you through, and there his is, finest scarlet silk and darkest black brocade, the paragon of power as he sits enthroned.

A ready judge with the world at his mercy.

The glow of Avernus through the colored glass only makes his scarlet skin seem to glow. Even now, it makes you catch your breath. Those great leather wings stretch behind him, enthroned as he is high up on his dais.

His black and yellow eyes rove over the crowd, alighting on you. One single cherry red, long-clawed finger extends in your direction and crooks. “My dear, come join me. Let these damned get one last glimpse of near-heavenly beauty before they’re sent off to their ends.”

You slide forward, cautious, and careful, and yet undeniably eager. Since his victory, his conquest of all Nine Hells, you can’t fight the shiver it gives you to see him, cherry red in devil form, glinting crown to match his impressive horns, all while reclining on his opulent throne like the ruler he is.

You keep your eyes downcast, watching your bare feet step closer and closer… ascending those sleek black stone stairs until you see his own booted feet, his legs spread wide. The warm tendril of his tail wraps gently around your waist, pulling you down to nestle against his seat, your body pressing against his thighs. His tail cinches tighter, fastening you just right, just the way he likes you to be. Then, and only then, do you lift your gaze. A sharp toothed grin greets you, forked tongue licking his lips to wet them as he lifts your hand and kisses your knuckles. “My dear, you look sinfully tempting today. To think you might be the last beautiful sight these souls gaze upon,” he croons, that rich, velvet baritone wrapping its magic around you. Such damning, sinister words murmured so enticingly.

His hand winds it claws into your hair, pulling you higher, until you’re forced to look into his scrutinizing gaze. His lips smirk, parting to show those rows of teeth. “Come along, my dear, my sweet fallen angel, the hero of the realms under my power.” His chuckle overwhelms you, waves or rumbling velvet that caresses your ears as he pulls you on his lap.

Those large, warm hands grab the soft, squishy flesh of your thighs, pulling you on his knee. “Don’t fret, sweetling, none of these souls would know you, none are from your reckless days of adventuring before you became mine, little mouse.” That chuckle disorients you again, somehow even lower in pitch and richer in timbre than before. It seems to waver from one ear to the other, a tremor of bliss racing up and down your spine.

“Watch carefully, and enjoy how the Archdevil Supreme will exact proper payments for my magnanimous generosity. As these fools have shuffled off their mortal coils, it is time for my pound of flesh,” Raphael crows. His hands grip firmly into your bare thighs, the red of his skin a bright hue against where your smooth-skinned form buckles beneath his grip. That commanding hold on your body pries your legs apart, even the warm air feels cool on your cunt, the way you burn just to be near him.

You’ve long forgotten the feeling of underthings, your body growing hot and flushed and wet an automatic response now to just being in the devil’s presence. One whiff of his scent and you rub your thighs together for relief. One brush of that cherry red leathery skin on your supple flesh, and you whimper for more.

A single claw swept between your thighs, spreading your slick, loud enough to make the mortals before you raise their brows.

And Raphael laughs. “You pitiful lot, doomed to my judgment. You dare to stand there in judgment of my precious pet?” He bares his pointed, yellow teeth. Right hand reaching out, he beckons the first unfortunate mortal to the bottom of his dais. That one crooking curl of his finger commands the first soul forward for judgment, a slender male… but you barely register his features as the rush of sensations pulls you under… fingers in your cunt… devil-hot breath on your neck…

It’s through this haze you hear that silken baritone, a wash of contract details, of violations… that’s when the razor sharp tone of your devil lover bites through your blissed out state. “Do not toy with me, human. A breach of terms is mine to decide. You, mortal, you seem all innocent, but your contract would prove to the contrary. A goodly apple, rotten at the heart….”

Suddenly his warm lips suck on your ear, making you squirm on his hand buried inside you. The loud, wet suckling sends you into instant orgasm at his discretion. And Raphael only laughs. “What think you, oh apple of my eye?” He runs that forked tongue up the pulsing side of your neck. “Does your still-beating heart quiver with mercy for those who have broken their word to your master… or…”

He lets the sinuous rumble of his voice fade into silence. But you know better than to show any mercy… that kind concept is but a distant memory of a word. Its meaning is lost. “Damn him to the Styx,” you rasp, your voice cracking from overuse screaming in bliss for hours in your service to him.

A deafening snap of his fingers and the mortal vanishes into ember-ridden smoke, a puff of ash and his fate is sealed.

All thanks to you. It’s a heady rush, to be such a plaything and yet… with one capricious utterance, a mortal’s fate is yours to decide. You shiver at the thrill.

And the devil knows it as your squirm on his lap.

“Eager little mouse, aren’t you?” he purrs. “Just how eager, sweetling?”

A challenge issued, one you are in fact more than eager to meet head on. Turning in his lap, you face the devil, hands running over the dry, scaly skin of his form, scoring your nails to make even those black and yellow eyes roll back slightly in arousal.

“Take care, or these mortals doomed for eternity will have more than an eyeful as a parting gift. Or is that what you want?”

You answer with small, little rolls of your hips on his lap. That ridged and twitching devil-cock already pushing perfectly between your thighs. You let your wings unfurl a little, the brush of their raven-black feathers tickles his skin, and you pout, pretending it is nothing more than an accident.

A contrived accident.

And he knows it. He knows your mind and soul better than you know them yourself anymore.

“Oh ho,” he rumbles a laugh in his chest pressing into you, arms wrapping roughly behind your back to grab at the joints of your wings. The pain, the pleasure of his yank arches your back and summons a mewl to tear from your throat. “Careful, my dear, lest you think I’ve given you wings to be free. No, they are but another way for me to possess you, to hold you down and break you even further.”

You whimper once more, hips rocking harder against his clothed erection as it twitches forcefully with each little broken moan you make.

His gaze lifts to the crowd of souls again, one hand reaching to free himself as he calls forward the next for judgment. It’s tedious, the words he spouts, and they are lost on you. All you can think about is taking him again… and again… and again. Somewhere in the middle of his sentencing, you line him up and sink mercilessly on his cock.

Somewhere between article and clause numbers, he groans, great horned head thrown back and hips snapping up at your sudden warmth and wet.

Claws rake down your back, red welts raising as he grips into your hips. “Eager thing, you decide to make all the hells your stage, and you but an actor upon it. Very well,” he growls in your ear. Two arms wrap tightly around you, wings and all as he thrusts up hard inside you. “You have my undivided attention, little mouse. And these fools can wait for their fates. After all, I have eternity to perfect their torments.”

Smoke fills the halls, the mortals sink back into shadow and flame as they disappear… nothing but the stink of sulphur and cherry musk on your Master’s skin remains. Hells, it makes you bounce hard on his cock.

“Recalling when you were my favorite client, hmm? Those fated days that drew you on your inexorable path to my feet… my lap… my bed,” he gloats, that velvet voice roughed in his throat, each scrape in his voicebox timed with the rough thrusts he makes. “And just as you fell from your almighty pedestal, the hero of the city and mortal realms, you landed so softly, so squarely in my arms.” That last word is a monstrous growl, barely understandable anymore. But the way he squeezes you down on him in his searing embrace leaves no room for doubt. “My sweet, corrupted, broken angel…”

One hand roughly scores round your front. “They say that music is the fruit of love…” he hisses in your ear, forked tongue wagging from between his lips to wet the shell of it. “But I think your screams make the most pleasing, sonorous symphony I could ever hope to savour.”

Pointed teeth nip at your ear, a kiss of fangs and hot breath as his large clawed hand clamps around your breast. You arch, you keen, you shatter into a million blissful pieces as you ride his cock. Suddenly, he feels massive inside you, your walls fluttering and gripping him, every ridge along his shaft scrapes you. Those devil-ridges deliciously score your walls, overstimulating your gripping muscles. They flutter, they spasm until you can’t take any more. Your body tightens in ecstacy only to go limp as your climax wanes.

Nails slice into your skin, digging into your breast, Raphael draws one last shattered groan from your slack lips. Down come the claws… the line seems to laugh inside your broken mind, a threat and a promise wrapped in sinful, agonizing bliss. His grunts and snarls are rough in your ear, his thrusts up into you split you apart. A chorus of feral grating noises, crescendos until you can feel his rhythm growing stilted as he’s close. You gasp and writhe in his grip with what little energy you can muster until that searing hot seed fills your belly.

He breathes a heavy sigh of pure satisfaction into one ear, tingles racing down your spine at the deafening blast of breath. “Let those unfortunate souls languish in torment a little while longer…” he stands, arms around your body, cock still buried deep in your cunt. “Shall I give you more of the same torture and pleasure that made you mine… that granted me your body and soul?” He chuckles deep and rough in your ear. “Shall we have a little repeat performance, little mouse, of the way I left you dangling on the precipice of bliss for days… for tendays?” Long strides cross the distance from his throne to the halls… And bliss or torture, pain or pleasure, you crave both as you cling to his neck, waiting for your judgment with a smile.

[archfeyreveries]

He will not be denied

Raphael had finally claimed the Crown of Karsus, a relic of unimaginable power, though it was not by Tav's hand. Her scornful refusal to aid him in his pursuit still burned deep within him, a slight he would never allow to go unanswered. Tav had dismissed and betrayed him as if he were a mere nuisance—a grave mistake she would soon come to regret. Raphael was not one to be cast aside lightly. By all the seething flames of Hell, he would not be denied. Pairing: Raphael x F!Tav Content: NSFW | BDSM | Humiliation kink | Rough | Dirty talk | Creampie | TW: Kind of non-con Author's note: My first smut on this cursed website and fandom. Hahaha I hope it doesn’t feel too rushed; I aimed as an exercise to keep it concise, wrapping everything up in a short, intense story (three chapters max). Enjoy and I do appreciate feedback. <3

Raphael, ever the cunning manipulator, devised a plan to isolate Tav from her allies. Employing his most potent illusion magic, he crafted a series of convincing visions that preyed upon Tav’s deepest fears and insecurities. Over the course of several days, Tav began to notice subtle but unsettling changes in her companions—whispers behind her back, furtive glances, and unexplained absences that chipped away at her trust.

The final blow came when Tav overheard a conversation, seemingly between her most trusted allies, where they coldly discussed handing her over to Raphael in exchange for their own desires. The illusion was flawless; their voices dripped with deceit and cruel calculation, leaving Tav’s heart shattered and her resolve hardened.

Convinced of their betrayal, Tav felt she had no choice but to confront Raphael on her own terms, hoping to strike a deal or end the threat once and for all. Fueled by anger and despair, she stormed into his lair, determined to face him. But the moment she crossed the threshold, the illusion unraveled, revealing the bitter truth: her companions had never betrayed her—everything had been a lie, a meticulously crafted trap woven by Raphael. And as the horrifying realization dawned, Tav found herself immobilized by chains and bound by blood to the devil.

That was over a week ago.

She struggled against her restraints, her thoughts a maelstrom of self-loathing and fury, until a familiar scent wafted through the chamber—a sickening blend of sulfur, musk, and the sweet tang of cherries. The master of the house had arrived, relishing the sight of Tav bound in chains, savoring every moment of her torment.

"Why the sour mood, my dear little lamb? I see you’ve found yourself in quite the predicament. Perhaps I could offer a remedy?"

Tav glared at the devil, her wrists and ankles bound in thick, cold chains that dug into her flesh, preventing even the slightest movement. She was immobilized, utterly at his mercy—a fact that filled her with equal parts rage and fear.

"You’re the reason I’m in this predicament" she spat, her voice laced with cold contempt.

"How ungracious" Raphael huffed, crossing his arms with a mock pout. "I wasn’t the one who chose to stray from the path. You had every opportunity to make a different choice, and yet here you are—bound, chained, entirely at my mercy. Did you truly believe I needed your help to claim what is rightfully mine? How could you ever be so delightfully foolish?"

Tav’s eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with bitter defiance. "If you're going to kill me, get it over with. I won’t give you the satisfaction of tormenting me."

"Torment you?" Raphael laughed, a deep rumble from his throat, "I'm not going to torment you, dearest. You have the distinct honor of being the first to serve the Archdevil Supreme of this era —body and soul. I chose you, and you shall serve me well."

Raphael stepped closer, his clawed finger tracing along Tav's jawline with deliberate slowness. She shuddered under his touch, but it wasn’t fear that coursed through her—no, it was something far more insidious, a dark anticipation that gnawed at her resolve.

"Do not fret" Raphael murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. "I’ll be gentle… if you behave. As I said, this is an honor."

He stepped back, his wings fluttering behind him, and his tail swaying lazily as if in rhythm with some infernal melody only he could hear.

"Kneel" he commanded, his tone leaving no room for defiance.

"I will not—" Tav began, but before she could finish, her legs buckled beneath her. She collapsed to the floor, her knees slamming against the cold stone, the chains clinking ominously as her limbs were pulled taut against her sides.

"Do not defy me" Raphael spoke softly, yet his words carried a weight that pressed down on her like a physical force. His hands remained clasped behind his back, a sly grin curling across his lips. "Good girl."

Tav’s eyes blazed with fury and confusion. "What have you done to me?!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls.

"I did nothing" Raphael replied, crouching down to meet her gaze, his tail swaying with lazy arrogance. "You did this to yourself. Your actions brought you here, to your knees, where you belong—begging for forgiveness, for mercy." He chuckled, the sound a cruel mockery that cut through her like a blade. "But I am not in the business of mercy."

"I don’t care" Tav hissed, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. "I will not beg. I will not break. Do whatever you want with me."

Raphael’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement. "Oh, but I will. I will do everything, and more. I will break you, and you will come to love every moment of it. You will be mine. All mine. Mine alone."

With a snap of his fingers, the chains around her ankles vanished, and Tav’s legs moved forward of their own accord.

"Stand. Do not move." Raphael ordered.

Tav rose to her feet, her hands still bound behind her back, her body trembling with a mix of fear, anger, and a growing, unwelcome desire. Raphael stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, and grabbed her hair roughly, his sharp nails digging into her scalp.

"Open your mouth. Wider. Wider" he commanded, his voice low and menacing.

Tav obeyed, her jaw dropping as her lips parted, her tongue visible, wet and trembling. Raphael’s gaze darkened with lust as he licked his lips hungrily. Without warning, he spat on her face, the warm saliva splattering across her mouth and cheek.

Tav recoiled, her nose wrinkling in disgust, but she could do nothing—her body remained frozen in place, her mind reeling from the humiliation and the dark, twisted pleasure that coursed through her veins. His cock twitched with her reaction.

"Now," Raphael murmured, his fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her closer as he gazed down at her with a mixture of amusement and dark desire, "Lick it off your pretty face."

Tav hesitated, her defiance flickering in her eyes like a dying flame, but she could feel her resolve slipping away, crumbling under the weight of his command. Slowly, she extended her tongue, tracing the path of his spit across her flushed cheek, each movement a reluctant act of submission. Her heartbeat quickened, echoing in her ears as her skin burned with humiliation.

Raphael’s chuckle was a low, rumbling purr, his gaze never leaving her face as she continued. "That’s it, my sweet" he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Savor it"

Tav’s movements became more deliberate, her tongue sweeping across her skin with increasing confidence, lapping up every trace of his saliva. She could feel his eyes on her, drinking in her submission with a hunger that made her pulse race. As she flicked her tongue across her lips, tasting the remnants of his essence, a shiver ran down her spine.

"Good" Raphael purred, his hand releasing her hair to caress her cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. "You learn fast, mouse. Now, let us see how much more you’re willing to do to please me."

CHAPTER 2 >

[acesw]

Knowing our Arcanists 4: Dikke

Welcome to entry four of my series: "Knowing our Arcanists"! This is a series in which I introduce and tell the stories of our fellow characters in Reverse: 1999. For today's character we have: Dikke!

Ah one of the first characters hit by the yuri-beam that became very popular in the fandom for her being easily paired with other characters. Her character is pretty interesting, as being one of the vessels of justice and one of the oldest characters in the game. Just wish that her kit was as powerful as her canon, anyway lets get started!

Lady Dikke is a European arcanist coming from the middle ages, born on October 10th. She is the current magistrate and Supreme Chief of the Special Court, and is a very eccentric person who carries out justice in unconventional ways.

Her arcane skill involves an ancient Babylonian soul, who resides in the flaming sword "Justice" and is often depicted as a spiritual claw looming over Dikke's shoulder. While ferocious, it has been her guiding spirit when it comes to doing her job. She states that its sentient, being easily swayed by what it thinks is an injustice. Whether it'd be an action or some believed meaningless rumors, it will respond accordingly.

It can be assumed that this soul is likely based off of Babylonian King Hammurabi, as he is the creator of the law code that ultimately became the law code for others. The code, named after him, is one of the earliest, longest, and best-preserved legal texts made in the ancient Near East.

We don't know too much about Dikke as herself prior to her work, but when she grew older, she first became a chancellor in the (Medieval) Inquisition. Its power started to grow in Europe to carry out cases and trials in place of the secular courts, and when Dikke became bishop, it grew more powerful, gradually prevailing control over the courts and laws across the region.

The Inquisition also had some degree of control on handling the cases of arcanists, both innocent and guilty. While being viewed as cruel and abusive by some, it can't be doubted that it held a special place in the arcanum world. Dikke usually carried out some of these trials herself, providing justice for the guilty and giving mercy for those innocent.

Some time after the Black Death pandemic, Dikke visited one of the villages to investigate the death of a member of a church, conducting a long investigation that seemed unconventional but fully efficient to be able to reach a conclusion.

She found that all the townspeople (including the church) were guilty, as multiple factors led to the death of the church member and the case was silenced further before her arrival. However she carried out no punishment.

At some point, she went to the Roman Catholic Diocese of Pamiers in France, and became a magistrate and Supreme Chief of the Special Court there. During this time, she became in charge of conducting retrials of temporal court cases, to prevent wrongful convictions.

She used this to her advantage, as her control of this aspect led to many innocent arcanists to be saved from the witch hunts carried out by humans.

Dikke can be described as a very straightforward and active character, always making it a point to be fair and to be truthful. She never really lies, and continuously works towards carrying out the justice that guides her in every step she makes. Dikke is very insistent on it, and is often reluctant when it comes to accepting a position of power due to its connection with greed.

Despite these, she's not a stone cold person. She'll occasionally have a drink, make a humorous jab about the corrupt and the guilty, and enjoys quiet nights when the day ends with her goals fulfilled.

Dikke's belief in justice aligns with her layered empathy, but she is in no way to consider making an exception. She even tells herself that if she were to carry out an injustice that she too must deserve punishment. No guilty person can escape the blade of justice, neither will the wealthy and the powerful. Dikke will make sure of that.

[daddyhausen]

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to say you were frightened of him was an understatement. adam was a brooding, imposing figure. his height made him tower over you, so domineering. you could not help but feel like an ant next to him. adam’s motives with you have become rather dark these past few months, he’d never let you out of his sight, claiming that he did not want anything bad to happen to you, just being protective as any good husband should. he fuse for patience blew up every time you interacted with another man, even your male relatives were not safe from adam’s almost primal rage.

now, your bodies parted across the room of a cheap, chicago hotel, your knees burned from being pressed into the thin, scratchy carpet. eyes avoiding the unappealing light that bled from the bedside lamp, drenching the room in a drab yellow glow. the curtain’s pulled back, although it provides no privacy seeing as how the material was sheer and worn through, holes chewed into the fabric from ravenous moths over the years.

adam sat across the room, naked. his cock stood tall and proud, idly stroking the lower half of his shaft every so often, never breaking eye contact. given the position difference between the two of you, he was like a king, perched up upon his throne and you were a measly peasant begging for the mercy of your monarch.

he inspected you carefully, his eyes scanning ravenously across your bare frame. how your knees began to redden from kneeling for so long, how your chest rose and fell with shaky, anxious breaths. how you avoided his gaze in all attempts that he’d tried to hold yours. your hands would come up to shield the swell of your breasts from his stare, despite him seeing those perfect, supple mounds many times over.

“crawl to me”, he mentioned this with a simple come-hither motion with his fingers. you remained still, the sound of his voice held so much dominance over you, yet you could not bring yourself to move, knees practically glued to the floor.

“don’t make me repeat myself, doll. you know how i get when you don’t listen”, the pet name sounded ridiculously foreign on his lips now, what was once a loving term of endearment was now a literal metaphor for how he treats you, and a derogatory one at that. you were like a literal doll to him, something that he could cherish and protect in his best moments, yet just as quickly shatter the porcelain of your psyche the next.

you gulped thickly, throat running dry as your palms met the carpet, slowly beginning to crawl in his direction. adam watched you closely, noticing how every so often you’d meet his stare with glossy, teary eyes, only to break your gaze again before repeating the action after a few seconds. almost as if you were seeking approval from him.

now kneeled before him, adam’s cock mere millimetres from your lips. his tip leaking, beads of pre-cum glistening against the flesh, so warm you could feel the heat radiating off his cock. he eyed you ravenously, attempting to convince you to please him without the use of his words, peering from your gaze down to his cock, then back up to your eyes once more. you reciprocated the eye contact, eyelashes batting softly with intrigue as you gazed upon his cock. the mere size of him was enough to make your throat run dry, standing at an impressive seven and a half inches, eight at most. his girth, you estimated, roughly about three in circumference. thick veins littered the underside of his shaft, running from base to tip, bulging against the skin with swells and throbs of arousal. it was an imposing sight to say the least.

adam patience was wearing thin, you could tell by the subtle knot in his brow, the way he would chew the inside of his cheek methodically, as a way to quell the rage that was burning inside him. he leaned forward slightly, his large stature looming over your frigid frame. the tip of his cock prodding against your bottom lip, precum glistening against the petaled bud, looking as if you’d just applied a fresh coat of gloss to them.

“open.”, his demand was stern. “don’t make me force myself in there, darlin’”

his voice was liquid velvet to your senses, sending shivers and pulses of warmth to your loins. adam always knew the effect his voice had on you. he could command and control your movements with a simple phrase. he was the puppeteer that manipulated your strings.

your throat ran dry as you opened for him, feeling the large appendage slap against the flat of your tongue, resting there idly for a moment while adam offered a smug smirk, loving the way spit pooled around the corners of your lips, slicking the tip, trailing down his shaft already and you had not even wrapped your lips around him yet, although the thought was daunting to you, there was absolutely no way he’d be able to fit, especially with how swollen and erect he’d become.

you managed to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, it was all you could muster in that moment. beginning to bashfully suck him off, a blush creeping upon your cheeks, maintaining eye contact in order to seek his approval. adam’s dominance had died down, or so you hand thought in that moment, his movements were now gentle, a hand delicately massaging the back of your scalp, the sensation soothing your worries for the time being.

“there’s my good girl. so obedient isn’t she?”, the answer was rhetorical. a large palm fell to your cheek, smoothing the skin with the calloused part of his thumb, all the way down to your jawline. he held your face simply gazing into your eyes for a moment, swiping away any spit that dribbled around his tip.

his fingertips daintily traced shapes into your skin, lingering against your flesh in featherlight touches, travelling upward until he settled at the base of your scalp again, repeating the process of massaging, twirling the strands of hair between his fingertips. you hollow your cheeks around his tip, tongue swirling against the slit at pre-cum dripped onto the appendage, savouring the slightly salty liquid on your tastebuds, a subtle moan reverberating around the sensitive flesh, causing a slight shudder in his breathing and a moan to hitch in his throat.

“god…”, he muttered, a slight southern twang to the vowel. “such a perfect little cockslut, aren’t you?”

you couldn't nod to show him your appreciation, or respond to his praise. body feeling stiff and numb under the weight of his words. adam’s hand tightened its grip around your hair, wrapping the locks into a makeshift ponytail of some sort. without warning, the force of his cock felt past your tongue, buried deep down your throat. you gagged at the intrusion scratching at his thighs as the lack of air left your mind paralysed for a moment

“did you really think i was gonna go easy on you, doll?”, he smirked with a maniacal chuckle. your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, mind seemingly fading from lack of oxygen until he pulled his cock back ever the slightest, allowing for the minuscule amount of breathing room.

“hey!”, he slapped your cheek hard to rile you out of your fading state. “wake the fuck up!”

your eyelids shot open, body jolted awake by the slap.

“you fucking look at me when i’m talking to you.”, he slapped you again, harder this time, your cheek beginning to burn and ache from his touch. he pulled his cock out of your mouth momentarily, holding your jaw open and spitting onto your tongue, acting as a sort of lubricant for his cock as he forcibly shoved himself back down your throat, beginning his rapid assault.

adam gripped your skull with both hands, forcing your head down as he abused your throat. tears welled in your eyes from how rough he was being, how your throat was already fucked raw despite him only just beginning. spit pooling against your thighs, only adding to the pleasure that ripped through you. adam was in heaven, the way your throat constricted and pulsed around his shaft was nothing short of magical. your eyes were squeezed shut, simply revelling in the force of his cock. adam gave a rough tug at your scalp, knuckles burning white with the sheer grip he held.

“look. at. me.”, that southern drawl growing more stern on his tongue with each fleeting word, leaving you flinching and shying away into his thighs as each piercing syllable left his lips. your eyelids fluttered open cautiously, not wanting to seem too eager. slowly, your teary eyes traced up the length of his abdomen, across rippling muscles and tufts of blond nestled at his mound and atop his burly chest. across pink, parted lips breathing out sullen, faux praise with an insult or two, accompanied by laboured pants and subtle curses. finally, your eyes met his, settling on those cornflower blues that had become so foreign to you in these last few months.

no longer did they hold the warm, charismatic charm adam was known for, nor did they hold any real adoration for you. they seemed blank, void of emotion, as if the colour itself was fading from that deep almost crystal-like blue to a sunken steely grey. still, you held his gaze. hoping, praying for just even a sliver of mercy from him.

“you're nothing.”, his voice blunt and straight to the point. “you’re only a hole for me to fuck.”

even under the guise of play, his words still stung, feeling like thorns slowly being pressed into the ventricles of your heart, wrapping around your veins, constricting the air in your throat. as much as you wanted to break his gaze, wipe the tears that spilled down your cheeks, mingling with the spit on your thighs, you remained stoic, letting him use and abuse your throat until he saw fit.

silence flooded adam’s throat, aside from the occasional soft grunt or groan here and there. he spoke in soft curses and profanities, none of which addressed to you in the slightest, ignoring the fact that his cock was still buried in the back of your throat, how you still continued to please him despite the verbal beratement you endured from him.

“fucking take all of it.”, adam grumbled through clenched teeth, both hands holding your head steady as he continued to abuse the back of your thr0at, surely to leave bruising one he was finished. your lips wrapped around his shaft, buried to the hilt as he used your mouth as a makeshift fleshlight, ignoring your quiet gurgles and choked sputters around him. your eyes red and burning, salty with hot tears, spit creating pools on your thighs and the carpet below. yet he offered you no peace, and without warning emptied himself down your throat.

he held your head down, forcing you to take every last drop of him. your nails clawing at his thighs, dragging against the skin in frantic strokes, desperate for air as lines and rivers of red painted his flesh. he adored the sight, you so helpless beneath him, literally choking on his seed, gasping around his cock. your movements began to slow as they did previously, this time adam was quick to act, pulling his cock from your throat as you gasped and coughed finally able to get fresh air into your lungs. what little of his seed you had not forcibly swallowed already dripped down your chin, glazing the tops of your knuckles as your hands fell to your throat, as if grasping the external flesh would provide soothing relief to your oesophagus.

with reddened eyes you shot him a glare that could kill, still trying to regain your breath after almost asphyxiating on his cock. he paid you no mind, simply beckoning you to stand with a simple curl of his finger. you obeyed. once again the puppeteer strikes. you stood up, being led by his forcible grip on your forearm, dragging you close to him until your dripping cunt was positioned parallel to his thigh. the flesh thick, reminiscent of a fallen tree log.

adam’s hand rested upon your shoulder, the sensation made you flinch slightly as it was far gentler than he’d previously been, or that you were used to. your scalp ached, throat beaten and raw, despite not uttering any words you felt it hurt to speak. adam cupped your cheek daintily with his free hand, smoothing over the supple skin of your cheek. the flesh puffy and swollen, induced by your cries. adam’s fingers traced delicate shapes across your skin, thumb faintly ghosting across your bottom lip, holding its position, parting them slightly. he held his gaze for a moment, as if he were inspecting you. he took time to gaze upon your features, how the whites of your eyes were glazed over, littered with popped blood vessels only reddening their appearance. cheeks stained red with salty tears, the tip of your nose matching that sentiment, as if you’d been standing outside in the blistering cold for hours. your lips puffy, their pinkish hue more vibrant, matching that of a highlighter pink rather than a rose.

adam offered you a gentle smile, far softer than any previous emotion that he displayed, although this smile did not reach his eyes, those blues still void of any semblance of human emotion. he was far too stoic, too calm for your liking. his hand flew across your cheek, suddenly, harshly, like a strong gust of wind almost knocking you out of his lap. a sensation that left your already reddening cheek burning, stinging with a mixture of pain and desire. his smile faded, resumed was the scowl that he previously donned, a hand still firmly placed upon your shoulder.

“sit.”, he demanded, his voice still holding a domineering grasp over you as he pushed you down onto his exposed thigh. the second your cunt made contact with his skin, you knew it was game over on your part, succumbing to the sensation as he subtly began to bounce his leg up and down. your hips automatically gyrating to match his movements.

“pathetic.”, he mocked, smoothing down his beard, the wiry strands of dirty blond having grown out since you saw him last, maybe a week or two ago. “can’t even wait to get off on my cock”.

your whimpers fell from your lips in small breathless pants, wanting to so desperately thank him for the pleasure you were receiving. your hips gliding back and forth against his thigh, leaving a trail of slickness glistening upon his skin.

“i bet it feels real good doesn't it? that pathetic little cunt all overstimulated for me?”, adam cocked his head to the side mockingly, a sly smirk evident across his lips, his canines making themselves apparent against the pinkish hue of his lips. you nodded, a small hum of pleasure falling from your tongue, a futile response it was. his large palm cupping your breast for a moment, kneading the pillowly flesh as it bounced in his palms with the jolts and gyrations of your hips. not long before a sudden thwack sound rang through your ears, his fingertips coming into contact with the top of your breast, a mere hare’s breath away from your nipple, you gasped at the sudden contact, squirming and writhing on his thigh as his fingerprints became evident in your skin, outlined in slowly-forming reddening splotches.

“and who makes you feel that way, hmm?”, his voice was substantially softer, yet the mocking tone still held its favour, still taunting you with such sarcastic cadence. your vocal chords seemingly fried, throat still burned raw, each letter, every vowel, consonant and syllable felt as if you’d swallowed broken glass than haphazardly tossed and processed through a meat grinder.

“answer me, darlin’”, he held your chin, forcing you to continue to hold his gaze. your hips grew tired, pulse between your thighs beginning to rise as your cunt throbbed against his skin.

“y-you, daddy…”, you managed to croak out. voice hoarse with a dry and gritty tone. swallowing had become almost unbearable as did talking. the less of it you could do the better.

“good girl.”, adam’s voice held a sweet yet sombre tone. the facade of dominance had almost faltered from his voice and body, if not for the death grip he held on your waist. your juices dripping from beneath your thighs, as your tummy burst and swirled with arousal. adam with his quick thinking, lifted your hips up, watching your sweetness pool in a puddle of slickness on his skin, so glossy against his tanned flesh.

“such a messy little thing, lets see how much of a mess you make on my cock”, adam propped you onto his lap. your hips now barely straddling his, leaving some room for his cock to tease your dripping, entrance. his tip nestled against your folds, gathering your slickness, lubing up the thick appendage.

“daddy please no more…”, you begged half-heartedly, mind still in a daze from your orgasm, still trying to comprehend it in fact. yet your body still yearned for him, your cunt throbbed and pulsed for the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you, penetrating and filling your womb with his seed.

“no more?”, adam’s brows furrowed with a faux, mocking confusion, slipping the tip of his cock into your aching void, feeling you stretch around his girth. your body squirming against his substantially larger one, trying to adjust to the size of his cock.

“darlin’”, he spoke with a disgusting sweetness, smoothing stray strands of hair that clung to your forehead with perspiration. “i’ve barely started with you. i’m gonna fuck you until your womb is full and pathetic pussy is dripping with my cum”.

he made no effort in easing you in, simply pushing you down onto his cock like he had previously done with you on his thigh. fingers digging into your hips until purple and red marks were left in their wake. his cock practically splitting you open, stretching your tight walls until you were left crying and begging for him to show mercy. still he remained absent, mentally. he would not look you in the eye aside for times to chastise and mock you. instead those cornflower blues would fall upon your breasts, hungrily eyeing the mounds of flesh as they bounced and jiggled with each violent slam of his hips.

it made you feel used, like an object only desired for his sexual gratification. it was demeaning, humiliating. it made you feel like a common whore, rather than the woman in the arms of her lover.

adam’s cock throbbed deep inside of you, still oversensitive from his first orgasm of the night. he continued in silence, the air filled with the occasional grunt or scream of pleasure on your part. feeling your walls constrict around his length, orgasm crashing around his cock as you begged for him to cease. yet he did not, fucking you deep through your orgasm until it was his turn for release. white hot ropes of his lust filled your void to the brim, seeping from your walls as he pulled your hips up, watching dribbles of white drip down your thighs, as your cunt pulsed thickly around air.

he placed you on the ground with a thud, not hard enough to be considered a throw, but hard enough to have an audible hiss leave your lips. he stood over the top of you, seemingly admiring the mess he made of you, cunt leaking with his cum, breasts red and bruised from his slaps, mascara running freely down your tear stained cheeks.

“look at you, you’re a mess. get yourself cleaned up and then come to bed”

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DEFECTIVE GOOD PART 18

Kylo was brutally brought back to his body on the Finalizer and gasped for air as he suddenly fell forward in front of none other than Supreme Leader Snoke himself. His master didn’t seem pleased at all as he seethed.

"What were you THINKING ?! You almost let that useless trooper sway you away from the Dark Side, Lord Ren !"

"I..." Kylo began. But Snoke didn't let him get a word out.

"You idiot ! You fool !" His rage was evident. "Did you...Did you really think that girl was worth throwing away everything ? Your legacy ? Who do you think you are ?!"

Kylo remained silent. He couldn't really say anything in his defense and he knew it.

"However...There is one good thing that came out of this...A single good thing..." He looked down on Kylo Ren. "You have just shown me something...I didn't realize..."

Supreme Leader Snoke chuckled darkly to himself.

"It would seem that that stormtrooper is more than capable than I thought she would be…" He then looked down at Kylo Ren and glared at him. "She almost destroyed all the hard work I put into shaping you into my powerful apprentice…"

"No." Kylo glared up at him. "That’ll never happen." He forced himself up, despite the weakness in his knees, despite the shaking in his hands. "...She won't break me...She won't change me..."

"I am afraid she already did, my dear apprentice. But do not worry…" The door of the throne room locked behind them. "…It will be the last time she will ever succeed into putting doubt into you."

Kylo felt a cold shiver wash over him as the door closed.

"What do you...?" He began.

Suddenly, Kylo Ren was hanging three feet away from the ground and Supreme Leader Snoke smirked evilly as he held his apprentice high above the floor and with an iron fist.

"I shall SHOW YOU why you should never turn your back on the Dark Side."

Kylo gritted his teeth as he felt himself being held up in the air. The Dark side of the Force was coursing through him as anger washed over him, and he struggled vainly to resist it.

"Please..." He whispered, more for his own sake than because he thought he could win this. "Have mercy…I will serve you...I promise..."

"SILENCE !" Supreme Leader Snoke tightened his hold on him.

Kylo screamed as his body was squeezed even tighter, the Dark side of the Force making his anger grow all the more. He let out a yell of anguish and rage as he struggled to free himself, to even just take a single breath...

"Feel ! Feel the power of the Dark Side ! Feel it ! Embrace it ! Let it feed you !" Supreme Leader Snoke commanded. Kylo's face scrunched up in pain as he felt the sheer power of the Dark side. Anger. Hate. Rage. Pain...Everything he had been suppressing for so long...It all came back a hundredfold.

He let out a grunt of pain as his struggle grew even more desperate.

"DO NOT RESIST IT !" Snoke yelled and Kylo screamed in agony, struggling with every fiber of his being...Yet still, the Dark side continued to flow...All around him...Through him...Suddenly, his grip on the Dark side...It grew stronger.

He felt himself growing even more powerful...And he also felt an urge to obey.

"Here. That’s it, apprentice." Supreme Leader Snoke smirked. Kylo gasped for breath as all the suffering he had endured faded. Now... Now, he was stronger...And he felt it. He knew it.

"Yes..." He growled, "I...I can feel its power."

"DO YOU ?! WILL YOU EVER DOUBT THE POWER OF THE DARK SIDE AGAIN ?! WILL YOU REJECT YOUR LEGACY ONCE MORE OR EMBRACE IT FULLY ?!" Snoke boomed and Kylo Ren immediately submitted.

"I embrace it." Kylo replied. "I embrace the Dark side..."

His face was a mixture of pleasure and rage as he let the power run into his soul.

"I won't let her corrupt me again..."

Supreme Leader Snoke finally released him and Lord Kylo Ren fell to the floor.

"Good. Now, get out of my sight and FIND ME SKYWALKER !"

Kylo coughed as he lay on the floor, the Dark side still flowing through his veins as he crawled to his feet. He took a deep breath as that urge...That urge to obey, to serve came back in full force.

"Yes, Supreme Leader..." He said obediently, as he made his way out the door.

A few minutes later:

General Hux frowned as he received a message from Lord Ren. He sighed before going towards Kylo Ren’s quarters.

He knocked.

"Lord Ren ?" The door opened and General Hux came inside. Kylo Ren slowly turned around to look at General Hux who had remained stoic. JR-6025 was gone. Rey was too. And yet, he was still standing. A rat. A weasel to a fault. Kylo had many things to say about General Hux—but one thing stood up above anything else…He was a survivor.

True First Order product.

"Tell me, general…After having spent so much time with her, how did it slip your notice that JR-6025 was FORCE-SENSITIVE ?!"

General Hux’s eyes widened at the news and shook his head.

"Impossible. You’re wrong. It can’t be."

General Hux had spent months with her. She had never shown any ability. She had been trained and regularly examined throughout her childhood. But what Hux meant as a fact came out as judgement in Kylo’s ears. He looked back at him and his eyes alone made General Hux realise his mistake.

"Are you questioning my words, general ?"

He gulped and shook his head.

"No, sir. I would never. I simply implied that you might have been…confused ?"

Before he could continue, Kylo Ren raised his hand and proceeded to strangle him.

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I AM CONFUSED NOW, GENERAL ?! BECAUSE I WOULD GLADLY SNAP YOUR NECK TO PROVE HOW CLEAR-MINDED I AM !", he boomed and General Hux had never missed JR-6025 more than at this very moment. It brought him flashbacks of the last time Kylo Ren had dared use the force against him. She had acted so rashly and confidently. He had mistaken it for foolishness, but oh…How he missed that foolish girl now…General Hux could only gasp for breath, his throat closing up as Lord Ren gripped it even tighter.

He couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t even fight back. He was at Lord Ren’s mercy yet again...And there was clearly no mercy to be had. He could feel his eyes start to water, and the urge to scream came back as he struggled once more.

"You…" He choked out, "You don’t have to do this…"

Ren pulled his hand away, watching Hux scramble for air. His face was red and sweaty, his uniform dishevelled and hair disheveled. He looked like a scared little boy. Ren stepped forward, his eyes burning with rage.

"How dare you question me," he spat out. "I am Lord Kylo Ren, apprentice of Supreme Leader Snoke. You will show me some respect."

"…Yes…Yes, you are..." General Hux said fearfully, trying to contain another sneeze as he desperately tried to breathe. "And I respect you...I do ! I simply..."

He coughed.

"I thought...I only thought..."

His eyes began to plead.

"I thought that you had made a mistake...That maybe she couldn’t possibly..."

"SHE IS FORCE-SENSITIVE ! AND YOU WERE THE ABSOLUTE BLINDED FOOL THAT MADE HER GO ON A SPYING MISSION WITHIN THE REBELLION !" Kylo Ren raged on and lit up his lightsaber. "YOU ABSOLUTE MORON ! YOU WASTE OF AIR !"

General Hux flinched as Ren’s lightsaber ignited, and he took a step back instinctively. His eyes were wide, and his breath was still shaky, like he was just waiting for the end.

“No...No...No ! Wait ! Please !" He begged, his eyes beginning to tear up again. "I didn’t know ! I’m sorry !"

"I COULDN’T CARE LESS ABOUT YOUR APOLOGY ! OR YOUR BEGGING ! OR YOUR PATHETIC GROVELLING !" Kylo Ren stomped on General Hux’s back, his lightsaber an inch from his neck.

General Hux screamed out in pain as Ren stomped on his back and brought his lightsaber close to his neck. The pain was unimaginable, and General Hux couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

"I'm sorry !" He begged desperately, his face growing redder as he struggled to survive, "I'll do better ! I'll do better ! I swear !"

Kylo Ren had his lightsaber over his neck…He could get rid of him right here and now. He had every right to. He certainly deserved it. But then, he remembered the promise he had made to JR-6025 about protecting the fool…

He sighed before turning off his lighsaber.

"Get up."

General Hux gasped for breath when Ren's lightsaber disappeared, and he struggled to get up as he felt the pain in his back and could barely breathe from the pressure upon his throat.

After a moment, he finally managed to get to his feet.

"Would you EVER question me again, I shall not hesitate to cut your head clean off, understood HUX ?" Kylo Ren took him by the throat again for good measure��making him float just a few inches above the floor.

"Yes…sir. You’ve made your point.", he finally submitted and Kylo Ren held him a few seconds more in the air before finally dropping him. General Hux took a few big gulps of air before Kylo Ren’s boots came into view.

"Tell me, Hux…Why do you think she left with them ?", he asked and General Hux didn’t answer at first—hiding his true feelings from Kylo Ren. He wouldn’t admit they had had deep conversations about stars and a life after. He wouldn’t confess how much he felt betrayed and thought she would never leave—the fear urging him to make damn sure she never would. But, that all his plans to make her stay had failed. And that he was probably the reason she was gone. He slowly stepped back up and shrugged.

"She believed in the First Order…until she decided that the First Order was no longer worthy of her dedication.", he replied as emotionlessly as possible and Kylo’s breathing picked up significantly after his answer before he started walking away.

If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was liars.

Why ?

Why did JR-6025 try to protect this fool ?!

Kylo Ren thought before turning around swiftly to face General Hux once more.

"You understand nothing.", he spat and General Hux’s eyes widened at the ferocity in which he had pronounced those words. But then, what Kylo Ren told him next made his saliva stuck in his throat. "She wasn’t staying out of loyalty to the First Order. She was staying for you, Hux. And she left because she realised your only real love is and will always be power.”

Kylo Ren took a step forward and his hatred for General Hux showed as he added spitefully.

"And this is why I haven’t killed you yet. Because I know of your utter and disgusting loyalty to any force above you. You would lick any boot—as long as it would get you what you want. You would never fight me or betray me, because there is not a single ounce of bravery in your entire body. And I can’t believe it took JR-6025 so much time to realise it was just best to leave such a lousy coward behind."

General Hux was absolutely speechless.

Every word that had come out of Ren's mouth seemed to have landed right in the bullseye.

He felt his face burn with shame and embarrassment as he took a step back, completely at a loss for words.

General Hux couldn't remember the last time he had felt this much like a worm...

Kylo Ren stepped right up close to General Hux, their faces just inches apart. "You are nothing," he said in a low, dangerous voice. "Just a sniveling worm who cowers behind his rank and title."

Kylo's hand rose and he grabbed Hux's chin roughly, shaking his head back and forth. "You aren't loyal to the First Order," he spat out. "You're loyal to yourself."

General Hux could only lower his head as he looked at his feet.

It was true.

He wasn't loyal to the First Order…He wasn't even loyal to the Dark side. Deep down...All General Hux ever cared about was himself.

He had been loyal to the First Order for so long because the First Order gave him the power he so desired...But in the end, he would sell out even his own mother for a shot at the throne. Suddenly, General Hux smirked before looking up at Kylo Ren and slowly crossed his hands behind his back with an air of superiority on his face. General Hux’s expression shifted slightly as he looked up at Kylo Ren with a dark shadow in his eyes—but he quickly regained his composure and spoke in a very composed way.

"Of course she cared for me. Why do you think she was so easy to manipulate all this time ?"

Ren's eyebrow raised. He hadn't expected General Hux to try and talk back...

"Manipulate ? You didn't manipulate her...She manipulated you." The Supreme Leader sneered. "She saw right through you... She was always one step ahead of you..."

"Maybe so…but she did manage to make me look good and be useful while under my service." General Hux said and pretended to be completely unbothered by the news of her betrayal. "She was a good pet while it lasted…"

"You actually believe she was your pet ?!" Kylo laughed, not quite believing what he was hearing.

"You really believe that you had her under control ? That you had her completely enslaved ?" He continued mockingly, slowly stepping closer once more. "You’re more delusional than I thought."

"A loyal pet remains a loyal pet. She will return to me. In time." General Hux claimed confidently and Kylo Ren laughed out loud.

"Return to you ?" He sneered mockingly. "You honestly think that, don’t you ? That she still cares about you ? That she’ll miss you ? That she didn’t want to leave ?"

"…She is a pet. With a leash. Of course she’ll come back. She remembers where she belongs. And who she belongs to…" General Hux didn’t seem bothered and stayed stoic under Kylo Ren’s degrading speech.

Kylo laughed again.

"It’s almost funny…How naive you are. She never belonged to you, General. She only ever pretended to belong to you..." He suddenly got very close, his hand once more reaching towards General Hux's throat as he kept laughing.

"And you were the one on the leash this entire time..."

General Hux slapped Kylo Ren’s hand.

"You think that I am the only one on a leash ? Don’t think for a second that I do not know how attached you’ve become to her. Ever since she saved you when the Starkiller Base was destroyed."

Kylo’s smirk faded as he took a step away in surprise. General Hux had seen the truth, just as he did often enough. He knew of the connection him and JR-6025 had formed.

"That doesn’t matter," he said, not wanting to admit his feelings. "That doesn’t mean she'll come back either."

It was General Hux’s turn to jeer as she chuckled darkly.

"She is a stormtrooper, Lord Ren. She will always be a stormtrooper." General Hux said confidently. "She will find her way back, as they all eventually do. We will find JR-6025. And FN-2187."

"Maybe..." Kylo pondered, as if questioning his own words. He shook his head and looked away for a moment.

"But either way...Whether she comes back or not...Whether we find them or not..." He said as he suddenly stepped in close again, his voice filled with anger. "You will never have her again. And that is something you will just have to accept."

General Hux narrowed his eyes at him.

"She is mine, Ren. Don’t you forget that. Supreme Leader Snoke gave her to me."

"Then you should be even more humiliated…For you have failed to keep what was given to you." Kylo mocked. "And don’t you forget that."

He was enjoying this. General Hux’s reaction was exactly what he needed, and he looked forward to seeing more of it. To crush that pathetic little pest under his foot…

"Lord Ren…I think you are mistaken." Armitage stepped forward. "I. Never. Lose."

"No ?" Ren asked, with a smirk.

"Then please, do tell me...Have you won yet ?" His voice was sarcastic, mocking and full of bitterness. "Do you have JR-6025 ? No. Do you still command the Starkiller base ? No. Are you the Supreme Leader ? No."

General Hux remained silent, but his eyes spoke volumes.

"I should kill you here and now for what you've done," Kylo Ren continued, his eyes burning with hatred. "You're nothing but scum, Hux. A sniveling, pathetic weasel who thinks he's better than everyone else."

General Hux gritted his teeth before replying.

"Well then…How about a bet then ?"

Kylo Ren raised his eyebrow.

"A bet." He smirked. "That seems like a strange request coming from you. But, I’m not against making you look even smaller than I already do."

His eyes were still burning with hate as he spoke.

"So, tell me...What would this bet be on ?"

"…JR-6025. What is the saying again ? Ah. Yes. Finders keepers, is it ?" General Hux extended his hand forward towards Kylo Ren. "Do you agree ?"

The Supreme Leader smirked as his own hand reached forward.

"I agree," he said, "Finders keepers it is..."

General Hux smirked, but before he could retrieve his hand—Kylo Ren pulled him towards him and whispered in his ear.

"I hope you do have a plan to get her back. Or I swear that I will rip your heart out."

General Hux felt a shiver run through his body as the Supreme Leader whispered in his ear. He was beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake...But, he quickly quashed that thought.

"Do you really believe I haven’t already made a plan ?" He asked, his voice as confident as ever. "I would never let someone like her…A mere stormtrooper…slip from my grasp so easily..."

Kylo Ren gave him a hard look, the threat still hanging in the air like a dark cloud. "See to it that you do not fail. Like always."

General Hux returned the glare evenly. If Kylo Ren thought he would simply bend the knee just because of some flimsy empty threat…He was clearly mistaken.

"Your intimidation tactics are not going to work on me, Lord Ren." He spat. "I’ll get what is mine."

The sith lord scoffed at General Hux’s pretentious response. Kylo Ren then bumped his shoulder purposefully on his way out. It was almost ironic. Kylo Ren would have gladly given up any connection he had with the force to have her—while Hux would have gladly sold her out for only a taste of his power…but she had chosen him nonetheless.

He didn’t see however when he walked out of the room the way General Hux almost stumbled forward and pressed a hand to his chest. He had never felt such pain in his entire life…He waited until Kylo Ren was far enough before punching the wall next to him—leaving a tiny dent there.

General Hux then spent hours looking over JR-6025’s past examinations—desperate to find an answer to this omission. At the end, he clenched his teeth and swept the content on his desk to the floor and walked to the main gate—looking over the planets and wondering which one she had taken refuge in. He should have put a leash on her, a tracker at least. He had done everything to gain control over her, to protect her. And how had she repaid him ? She had betrayed him. And lied to him. And hid things from him. And he had been blind to it all.

General Hux tried his best to think rationally, but he couldn't.

He was furious.

He was hurt.

He had felt so confident. So confident she would never leave. So confident he could keep her if he wanted her to stay. But now...Now he realized that he had been the one on a leash this entire time. And it hurt him to admit that to himself, but it hurt even more to know that he had been so wrong. The memory of her lying to his face about returning, the deception still stung Hux, and he clenched his fists in frustration. He had been the fool, trusting her word, and yet she had betrayed him. The pain of betrayal was bitter, and he vowed never to make the same mistake again.

How could he have been so blind ?

Was he that naive to think that he could control her?

Was he that naive to think that she would actually want to stay with him?

What had he been thinking ?

Once he was back to his usual composed self, he called for Captain Phasma whose first question was:

"Sir...What is our next move ?"

He didn’t know, but something was for certain…JR-6025 would return to him.

"...Find JR-6025 and bring her back home."

Captain Phasma nodded in agreement.

"As you wish, sir." She said, ready to begin the search. General Hux thought about the hunt…He wondered where she could be.

She could be anywhere.

But that didn’t matter. He would find her.

She had no chance of eluding his grasp.

Hux watched as the stormtroopers dispersed, his fists still clenched tight with a mixture of anger and determination. He would bring her back, no matter the cost.

He would bring her back.

That was the one thing he was sure of.

She would pay for her betrayal.

And when she did come back…She would see how much power he held over her. He would see her beg for mercy, for forgiveness.

And he would give her none.

Meanwhile with Kylo Ren

Kylo Ren’s anger was still simmering just beneath the surface. He wanted to lash out, to hurt something, but he controlled himself. Instead, he stalked through the hallways of the base, his fists clenched tight.

He didn’t really care if she was a traitor. But, she had left HIM. And it made him think of all the times they had shared things he had never been able to…How had he been so stupid as to confide himself in her ? She had made him talk about his old life, who he really was inside…and now, he couldn’t help but feel betrayed.

He had tried to warn his mother about Han Solo.

He had tried to warn Rey about Luke Skywalker.

And then, he had tried to warn JR-6025 about Armitage Hux.

How was it that every time he tried to warn any woman in his life about the dangers they were facing ? The treachery surrounding them ? He would always FAIL !

He suddenly punched the wall of the elevator and let out a powerful scream of frustration.

Kylo Ren screamed in frustration, his power starting to slip through the cracks.

He was always failing…Always…

No matter how hard he tried, he always ended up losing.

Whether it was to Armitage Hux, to the Resistance or to JR-6025.

He had failed to convince his mother about the dangers of Han Solo.

He had failed to convince Rey about the dangers of Luke Skywalker.

And he had failed to warn JR-6025 about the treachery surrounding her.

And now…He had failed to keep her by his side.

She had left him.

He failed to keep her…To make her love him…To make her loyal to him.

And his failure was eating at him from the inside, making him more furious than ever.

He had done everything he could to win her confidence…To keep her loyal to him. He had given her advice, told her his deepest secrets and fears, opened his heart to her…And yet she had left him anyway. She had let go of him…

He hadn’t seen it coming.

He was sure that she was on his side.

And now…She was gone.

Gone because of Hux.

Because of the First Order.

Because of the Skywalker.

Because of the Jedi.

Because of everybody.

They had all pushed her away from him.

"Damn the Rebellion. Damn the First Order. Damn Hux. And damn this entire galaxy !" He shouted, his hands clenched into fists. His heart was filled with nothing but pain and anger. But no matter how hard he yelled…The reality would remain. She was gone. She was gone and there was nothing he could do about it.

[chainoftalent]

Hey!!! Can you please do yandere Kokichi with a reader who is being abused/injured by a dice member? Or just 1 of his friends, like whenever he isn't there they'll like beat them up for no reason idk-

Like how would he find out and how would he react, etc.

I'm sosososo incredibly sorry if this makes you uncomfy in anyway and pls be aware I won't be offended or anything if you say no!!

Ty for ur time!! Have a good day!! :>

Ohhh this is a spicy one!

Kokichi with a reader that a member of DICE is abusing

First off you're both going to be in so much trouble. The fact there was trouble and you didn't IMMEDIATELY get him??? How dare, that's just job, his role, you're both in trouble. His partner in crime will be less in trouble for being the victim, but he's still going to be pouting and huffy about how you didn't tell him immediately.

He's mad, very mad at the member who was hurting you. He's going to have a different member take them away from his sight at least for now so he doesn't snap at them. Try to focus his attention on healing up his newest partner in crime and guilt tripping them for not getting him sooner. Waaah it's like you think you can't trust him!! Well if you're gonna keep secrets then he guesses he's just going to have to bug you! So he can hear and know eeeeverything! Luckily overall he's more concerned about helping you heal.

I would not want to be the other DICE member though, Kokichi hoards people, he doesn't just have one person, every single member of DICE is HIS. So the fact one of them is so misbehaving and so lashing out? Bad! He won't kill them or whatever, but they're going to be punished and likely put into their own kidnap situation for some proper training. Kokichi loves them as well he loves all of his hoard with his heart and soul! However, clearly he went wrong somewhere and he needs to fix that! What Supreme Leader allows this kind of defiance and mutiny after all!!!

Likely said member is going to get very mentally torn down as Kokichi goes firm on restraining them and telling them how disappointed he is and how boring they were and how they're so so so lucky Kokichi is forgiving! He hates bullies! Bark for my forgiveness! Debase yourself to prove you still have loyalty to me! That you deserve the mercy of being one of my members despite your GRIIIEVIOUS sins!

He's also going to be on the hunt for why they did this to his partner in crime, was it jealousy? envy? Were they just feeling needy like a dumb cat who only knows how to play by biting? Are they stressed? Don't worry! Whatever the issue Kokichi will fix it!

Give him a month and that member is going to be bowing low and apologizing to you with an utterly haunted look in their eyes. He'll still try and keep you overall separated though, try to not pair you up in any groups or anything.

[holycityoflove]

The Holy City of God

The Kingdom of His Sovereignty which my Father is establishing in the hearts of his earth children will become an eternal and everlasting dominion throughout the Earth.

Once set up, His rule in each and every heart will raise all the humanity into His perfect harmony and order.

All kingdoms shall bow down unto this Universal Spirit and Creative Source.

There shall be this never-ending and continuous dominion of my Father in the hearts of only those who desire to do his divine will.

And as this is the fact that I share with thee, only the meek, the humble and receptive, the contrite and thirsty shall inherit the Earth and all therein; for the Earth shall become raised into Her rightful place and position within this solar and galactic setting.

I say unto thee, my beloved children, that my Paradise Father is not confined by human organization, nor is He limited by dogmatic concepts in the minds of human beings. He is not the God only of this religion or that sect.

All are welcomed into His Kingdom of Light, insofar as ye make thine decision to enter therein, and ye are willing and cooperative .. eager and athirst to attain the living of His Will and Plan.

All those receptive of my Father God shall come to sit down with us in the Father’s Kingdom, and yet, many shall refuse to enter this next two thousand year cycle wherein the omnipotence of His Love and Life shall reign supreme.

Humanity shall experience interacting with the living network of His Supremacy…the Host of Heaven…and the Order of the Immortal Ones.

My Father shall rule within all; for His spirit shall take up fuller residence in the hearts and minds, and bodies of the children of men.

The power of His Sovereign Kingdom shall be comprised of the establishing of His glory…the living glory of His spirit which presides directly with each living soul and personality.

This living spirit shall teach those receptive minds and will overtake rule within the hearts of the populace of this heavenly kingdom.

The newly-found sons of God shall find themselves walking in a brotherhood of mercy wherein righteousness reigns over all supremely.

Thine civilization shall become righteous and knowledgeable regarding the gift of free will. Peace and acceptance for any differences shall be reinstituted first in the soul of each personality, and then, it will be externalized in all the systems of this world.

Thine race shall be made to evolve and mature in a more unlimited fashion. His Kingdom and Sovereignty is the fulfillment of all good men and women throughout all time and space within this planetary sphere.

It is the everpresent hope of all and every Kingdom within this Earth. It will be the completion of a certain octave or frequency wherein all will have a greater ease and chance to graduate and complete their rounds of expression by preparing themselves for the Second Birth into Universal Citizenship and God Immortality.

Christ Michael Of Nebadon

University Of Salvington

Absolutum Charitas Ab Origine

[sovereignhumanity]

The Kingdom of His Sovereignty which my Father is establishing in the hearts of his earth children will become an eternal and everlasting dominion throughout the Earth.

Once set up, His rule in each and every heart will raise all the humanity into His perfect harmony and order.

All kingdoms shall bow down unto this Universal Spirit and Creative Source.

There shall be this never-ending and continuous dominion of my Father in the hearts of only those who desire to do his divine will.

And as this is the fact that I share with thee, only the meek, the humble and receptive, the contrite and thirsty shall inherit the Earth and all therein; for the Earth shall become raised into Her rightful place and position within this solar and galactic setting.

I say unto thee, my beloved children, that my Paradise Father is not confined by human organization, nor is He limited by dogmatic concepts in the minds of human beings. He is not the God only of this religion or that sect.

All are welcomed into His Kingdom of Light, insofar as ye make thine decision to enter therein, and ye are willing and cooperative .. eager and athirst to attain the living of His Will and Plan.

All those receptive of my Father God shall come to sit down with us in the Father’s Kingdom, and yet, many shall refuse to enter this next two thousand year cycle wherein the omnipotence of His Love and Life shall reign supreme.

Humanity shall experience interacting with the living network of His Supremacy…the Host of Heaven…and the Order of the Immortal Ones.

My Father shall rule within all; for His spirit shall take up fuller residence in the hearts and minds, and bodies of the children of men.

The power of His Sovereign Kingdom shall be comprised of the establishing of His glory…the living glory of His spirit which presides directly with each living soul and personality.

This living spirit shall teach those receptive minds and will overtake rule within the hearts of the populace of this heavenly kingdom.

The newly-found sons of God shall find themselves walking in a brotherhood of mercy wherein righteousness reigns over all supremely.

Thine civilization shall become righteous and knowledgeable regarding the gift of free will. Peace and acceptance for any differences shall be reinstituted first in the soul of each personality, and then, it will be externalized in all the systems of this world.

Thine race shall be made to evolve and mature in a more unlimited fashion. His Kingdom and Sovereignty is the fulfillment of all good men and women throughout all time and space within this planetary sphere.

It is the everpresent hope of all and every Kingdom within this Earth. It will be the completion of a certain octave or frequency wherein all will have a greater ease and chance to graduate and complete their rounds of expression by preparing themselves for the Second Birth into Universal Citizenship and God Immortality.

Christ Michael Of Nebadon

University Of Salvington

Absolutum Charitas Ab Origine

[schooloftheprince]

The Kingdom of Love

The Kingdom of His Sovereignty which my Father is establishing in the hearts of his earth children will become an eternal and everlasting dominion throughout the Earth. Once set up, His rule in each and every heart will raise all the humanity into His perfect harmony and order. All kingdoms shall bow down unto this Universal Spirit and Creative Source. There shall be this never-ending and continuous dominion of my Father in the hearts of only those who desire to do his divine will. And as this is the fact that I share with thee, only the meek, the humble and receptive, the contrite and thirsty shall inherit the Earth and all therein; for the Earth shall become raised into Her rightful place and position within this solar and galactic setting. I say unto thee, my beloved children, that my Paradise Father is not confined by human organization, nor is He limited by dogmatic concepts in the minds of human beings. He is not the God only of this religion or that sect. All are welcomed into His Kingdom of Light, insofar as ye make thine decision to enter therein, and ye are willing and cooperative .. eager and athirst to attain the living of His Will and Plan. All those receptive of my Father God shall come to sit down with us in the Father’s Kingdom, and yet, many shall refuse to enter this next two thousand year cycle wherein the omnipotence of His Love and Life shall reign supreme. Humanity shall experience interacting with the living network of His Supremacy…the Host of Heaven…and the Order of the Immortal Ones. My Father shall rule within all; for His spirit shall take up fuller residence in the hearts and minds, and bodies of the children of men. The power of His Sovereign Kingdom shall be comprised of the establishing of His glory…the living glory of His spirit which presides directly with each living soul and personality. This living spirit shall teach those receptive minds and will overtake rule within the hearts of the populace of this heavenly kingdom. The newly-found sons of God shall find themselves walking in a brotherhood of mercy wherein righteousness reigns over all supremely. Thine civilization shall become righteous and knowledgeable regarding the gift of free will. Peace and acceptance for any differences shall be reinstituted first in the soul of each personality, and then, it will be externalized in all the systems of this world. Thine race shall be made to evolve and mature in a more unlimited fashion. His Kingdom and Sovereignty is the fulfillment of all good men and women throughout all time and space within this planetary sphere. It is the everpresent hope of all and every Kingdom within this Earth. It will be the completion of a certain octave or frequency wherein all will have a greater ease and chance to graduate and complete their rounds of expression by preparing themselves for the Second Birth into Universal Citizenship and God Immortality. Christ Michael Of Nebadon University Of Salvington Absolutum Charitas Ab Origine

[angelicwisdom777]

Channeled Messages For 9/9 Portal - With Deep Spiritual Knowledge of Spiritual Ascension

On the 9/9 portal last year, I channelled a message from the highest, best, and most loving angels of Divine Light and Love. I wish to share with you their wisdom. The original message will be delivered and translated as a message for all. The channelled message is not overly long, it"s quite concise, and straight to the point, but it is packed with deep spiritual wisdom. Following the direct channelled message, I will give a thorough explanation of the channelled message through the intuitive guidance from God and the Angels.

9/9 Channelled Message:

"Great abundance is awaiting you my dear. Open your heart to receive it. Once you receive it,you will know it is from God. Your heart needs to open. It needs flourishing. It needs awakening. It needs quickening. It needs to be inspired. Soulfully inspired. You need a permanent awakening of your heart. For it is the flourishing of your heart that awakens you. Awakens you to spirit. Awakens you to love.

Open it with flourishing. What does that flourishing look like? It looks and feels like a divine spark has been quickened within you. Use it to your advantage. Use the divine spark within you to enjoy your life. Open your heart to God. Open your heart to spirit. Awaken the divine spark within you through heartfelt invocation of the Divine. Invocations that embrace the divinity of God. Embrace the divinity of God, by embracing it. Loving it.Go out there and love god. Love god in people. Love the serviceful attitude within people. Within your heart centre acclaim that “I am divine” “I embrace the divine”. “I welcome in the divine”.

You need more downloads of the divine. Experiences of the divine that shape you and welcome you into Love. Into Supreme Love. Enjoying the heat of love. The pleasure of being loving and kind for the sake of kindness. Loving the divine is the key to your ascension."

Divine Explanation of 9/9 Portal Channelled Message:

1. Open your heart to receive the abundance that is waiting for you. The abundance is and will be from God. It is divinely given. Abundance, riches, and wealth that last are always from the Divine Influx of God. Think about it, God is the Most Wealthy, because He is the Most Loving and the Most Wise. But you ask, how is that so? It's not about just making spiritual statements, people need to understand my pattern of reasoning so they can come rightfully come to their own conclusion. Therefore, the question is how does the infinite love and wisdom of God makes Him the most wealthy? How is Divine Love and Wisdom the source of all abundance?

The Divine is the source and creator of all wealth and abundance. From the Divine Love and Divine Wisdom of God, all good things of creation came into existence. From the abundant love and wisdom of the Great One all good and wise things in the created universe came into existence. Therefore, spiritual wealth corresponds to physical wealth. The Divine Abundance of the Cosmic Heart is the source of all physical abundance.

When God created this world, he did not envision putting anyone in lack or scarcity. Lack and scarcity is something man created, not God. Not The Lord of Infinite Love. For Love empowers, supports and nourishes. Love does not shine in scarcity. We live in an abundant universe. Spiritually and physically the Universe is abundant. When the world, when your world, is led by the Divine Mercy and Grace of The Lord Jesus Christ, there will be no lack, there will be no scarcity. You deserve good fortune in your life. You deserve beautiful, soulful experiences that make you experience profound feelings of Divine Love. You deserve magical experiences that raise you to a higher vibration of Love. You deserve it.

Now, critical thinking must be applied to everything, as we know there are corrupt people in the world who have used underhand schemes to gain massive wealth. That’s not the kind of wealth I"m talking about.I’m talking about the Wealth that is sourced from the Divine.

The Universal Law of Correspondence is key to understanding how Divine Abundance is received and manifested. The Law of Correspondence states “As above, so below”. Everything physical corresponds to a spiritual value. Everything physical is sourced from a spiritual value. Therefore, all the good and wise natural creations in the physical world corresponds to divine qualities within God. Therefore, from physical external things, we can gain understanding, perception, and insight into spiritual things, such as the qualities of God’s love and wisdom.

Having an understanding of how The Law of Correspondence works in the spiritual world, gives clear understanding and perception of how Divine Abundance is manifested in our lives.

Emanuel Swedenborg is a Visionary, Mystic and Theologian,as well many other professions he was involved in his lifetime. True Christianity is a book that contains revelations of higher quality truths and the spiritual and celestial meanings of The Word. In this book, Swedenborg documents a lot of spiritual experiences in the spiritual world, which gives deeper understanding of higher quality divine truths.

I will quote an excerpt from True Christianity by Emanuel Swedenborg, which create a foundation of understanding of how The Law of Correspondence works.

Emanuel Swedenborg, True Christianity #77:

Source:https://swedenborg.com/product/true-christianity-1-nce/

“God created the universe through the sun in the angelic heaven—a sun that comes from his underlying reality and is therefore pure love together with wisdom. The universe, meaning both worlds (the spiritual and the physical), was created out of divine love through divine wisdom, as every single thing in it witnesses and attests. If you consider phenomena in the universe in a coherent and sequential way and set them in the light you already possess in your intellectual perceptions, you will see this clearly.

You must keep in mind, though, that the love and the wisdom that become one in God are not love and wisdom in the abstract. Think of them as a substance in him. God is the absolute, the first, and the only substance or essence that exists in itself and subsists of itself. “That everything is created out of divine love and wisdom is the meaning of the following words in John: ‘The Word was with God, and the Word was God. All things were made by it, and the world was made by it’ (John 1:1, 3, 10). God there means divine love and the Word means divine truth or divine wisdom. In that passage, the Word is called light. Light, when it is said of God, means divine wisdom.

The purpose of showing you these things was for you to be able to see the whole of creation from a particular instance. God is absolute love and absolute wisdom. His love includes an infinite number of feelings. His wisdom includes an infinite number of perceptions. The correspondences of those feelings and perceptions are all the things that appear on earth. This is where the birds and animals come from. This is where the trees and shrubs come from. This is where the grains and crops come from. This is where the plants and grasses come from.

I looked around and I saw birds of gorgeous colors. Some were flying, some were sitting on trees, and some were down in the meadow plucking the petals off roses. Among the birds there were also doves and swans.

After I had seen that, the angel said, “Turn your face to the east.” I saw a garden with fruit trees—orange trees, lemon trees, olive trees, grapevines, fig trees, pomegranate trees—and also shrubs with berries. Then the angel said, “Now look to the south.” I saw crops of various kinds—wheat, millet, barley, and beans. Around them I saw flowerbeds of roses with beautifully varied colors. To the north, however, I saw woods full of chestnut trees, palms, linden trees, sycamores, and other leafy trees.When I had seen that, the angel said, “All the things you saw correspond to different feelings of love felt by the angels who are nearby.” He listed the feeling each thing corresponded to.

He listed the feeling each thing corresponded to. “In fact,” he went on, “those things are not the only correspondences. Everything else that takes a visible form before our eyes is also a correspondence: our homes, the useful things in them, the tables and food, the clothing, and even the gold and silver coins. Likewise the diamonds and other jewels that adorn married and unmarried women in the heavens. From all the above we become aware of the quality of love and wisdom in each person. The things that are in our homes and support our usefulness there stay the same; but for people who wander from community to community, things like this change as the people’s relationships change.

The purpose of showing you these things was for you to be able to see the whole of creation from a particular instance. God is absolute love and absolute wisdom. His love includes an infinite number of feelings. His wisdom includes an infinite number of perceptions. The correspondences of those feelings and perceptions are all the things that appear on earth. This is where the birds and animals come from. This is where the trees and shrubs come from. This is where the grains and crops come from. This is where the plants and grasses come from.

God is not extended but he is everywhere in what is extended. He is in the universe from beginning to end. Because he is omnipresent, correspondences of the qualities of his love and wisdom are found everywhere in the physical world. In our world, called the spiritual world, there are similar correspondences surrounding those who receive feelings and perceptions from God. The difference is that in our world God creates things of this kind in a moment to match the feelings of angels, while in your world things like this were originally created in a similar way but there was a provision for their perennial renewal from generation to generation; and so creation goes on.”

The additional following quote now describes how The Law of Divine Correspondence works in the spiritual world. True Christianity, #78:

Source:https://swedenborg.com/product/true-christianity-1-nce/

“The reason why there is instantaneous creation in our world while in yours there is a creation that continues across generations is that the atmospheres and soils in our world are spiritual while those in your world are physical. Physical things were created to cover spiritual things the way animal or human skin covers the body, inner and outer bark cover tree trunks and branches, membranes and meninges cover brains, sheaths cover nerves, coatings cover nerve fibers, and so on. For this reason all things in your world have constancy and perennially return.” Then the angel added, “Pass on what you have seen and heard here to the inhabitants of your world. Until now they have been in total ignorance about the spiritual world. Yet without being notified of it no one could even guess, let alone know, that in our world creation is still going on and that when God first created the universe something very similar to this happened in your world.”

From the quoted passages from Swedenborg, he describes how the Divine is externally manifest in all good and wise things in our environment. All good and wise things no matter their source is from God The Divine.

Divine abundance also means spiritual wealth. As we have understood from the quoted passages, the wealth, beauty, abundance, and good creations in the Angels' external environment corresponds to the goodness and truth they have received from The Lord in their internal environment. In other words, all the good and wise things Angels” have in their external environment corresponds to how loving and wise they are.

According to the Divine Revelations revealed by the Lord through Swedenborg, our real mind, which is our spiritual mind contains the faculty of our will and the faculty of our intellect. In other words, our real mind contains the functions of our heart and intellect. Therefore, our spirit or true character is who we really are within our thoughts and intentions of our heart. Being spiritually abundant or spiritually wealthy is determined by how much love and wisdom you have within your inner self. Your spiritual wealth is determined by how loving you are and how wise you are. 

From this understanding of what it means to be spiritually wealthy, we can perceive that God and the Angels are asking us to work with them in the effort to help increase the amount of love, kindness, goodness, compassion, and soulful divine love within our hearts. Secondly, this message also entails that we should put in the effort to acquire Genuine Divine Truths so we can be spiritually wealthy in wisdom.

As spiritual people on the journey of personal growth, it is a key truth for us to know that we are spiritually wealthy and spiritually blessed to the degree we are innately loving, kind, and wise. In the spiritual community, I feel the encouragement and motivation to be spiritually wealthy is a key part that has been overlooked. I am here to really empathize to myself and you all, the importance of doing spiritual practices that empower us to be spiritually wealthy. For that is the real wealth that really matters at the end of the day. Spiritual wealth is an eternal wealth, which no one can take away from you. People can try to take away the car, the shoes, the bag and all other external things. But people cannot take away your faith. People cannot take away the love inside you, the wisdom inside you, the truths that you have come to understand and apply. Spiritual wealth is of eternal substance and asset. Let’s also focus on building our spiritual wealth. For the wealth, beauty, glory, loving energy that Angels” enjoy in their external environment, they didn’t have to struggle or strive for it. It was naturally granted to them, based on the love, kindness, and wisdom they choose to receive from The Lord.

People who are spiritually wealthy like the Angels, everything good comes to them. As we tend to focus a lot on the health and intellectual aspect of our spiritual path. Now, let’s go deeper into really working on the main core and ultimate motive of spiritual practices, which is to assist us into becoming the most loving, wise, kind, and compassionate people we can be.

Further, according to Swedenborg, God is even more present and connected with people who may not have a lot of spiritual knowledge, but are very kind, compassionate, caring and loving, than people who have a lot of spiritual knowledge, but are not kind and loving. For the purpose of spiritual knowledge and practices is shape us into becoming a good person. To shape us into becoming the most loving and wise version of ourselves. This aspect of our spiritual growth can be easily worked through spiritual practices that seem simple ,but are powerful and effective for increasing the amount of love,kindness and goodwill within our spirit. I will suggest some practices that I personally find effective for empowering me to be spiritually wealthy:

Ask The Lord or the Higher Power you believe in,to infuse your heart and aura with more kindness, compassion, love, caring, forgiveness, soulful loving beauty and powerful spiritual qualities of spiritual wealth.

Do a loving kindness mediation within yourself. In this meditation, you can affirm the qualities of spiritual wealth are within you. For example, you can say aloud or silently within yourself - I am kind. I am compassionate. I am loving. I wish well for other people.I want everyone to succeed and be happy in life. I treat others as I would like to be treated. I am filled with heavenly love. I am filled with Angelic goodwill. I am filled with neighbourly love. I am full of affection and reverence for the Divine. I have sincere desire and affection for Divine Truths. I am spiritually mature. I am spiritually wealthy. The point is to fill yourself up abundant,loving energy of spiritually blessedness.

Declare aloud or within yourself Divine Truths that remind you of the importance of being kind, loving, caring, friendly and compassionate to all beings. You can get a list of quotes that you find very inspiring and spiritually nourishing that remind you of the importance of being loving to others, making someone smile and laugh. Quotes that remind you of the importance of having a pure heart, pure mind, and pure intentions towards those around you. It would be effective to read these quotes in the morning or before you go to bed, as they can be very effective at these sensitive times.

Pray to Archangel Chamuel, who is the Angel of Love and also of Inner beauty to assist you in becoming spiritually wealthy, filled with love, kindness, soulful energy, forgiveness, and sincere compassion and respect for others.

Now, that we have discussed and described what spiritual wealth is and where it is sourced from. Let’s talk about the experiencing aspect of spiritual wealth. Experiencing divine abundance is also a key aspect of spiritual wealth. We can all perceive that someone who experiences and receives a lot of love, kindness, soulful love, support, care, and guidance from others is also a very spiritually wealthy person.

This experience of receiving divine abundance can also be attained through the spiritual purification process. For in order for God through the Angels to flow more kindness, love, goodwill, compassion, mercy and other divine attributes into our will and perceptions of enlightenment into our intellect, we must remove all negative traits and energies within our will and false concepts in our intellect that prevent divine abundance.

In other words, hatred, hostility, animosity, jealousy, and vengeance must be removed from our hearts, before heavenly compassion, heavenly love, neighbourly love, goodwill, and kindness can flow into our hearts. Before the wisdom of heaven can deeply enlighten our intellect than it had before, the lies and falsities that justify evil things must be removed from our intellect.

Conclusively, to experience divine abundance, we must engage in the process of spiritual purification. We must engage in the process of spiritually purifying ourselves from all evils and falsities that are against love for God and love for our neighbour. We actively engage in the process of spiritual purification by using Genuine Divine Truths as a spiritual mirror to look into our hearts, beliefs, and intentions and use the standard of Divine Truths as the standpoint by which we clean ourselves of negativities, hatred, negativity, hostility, unforgiveness,and false beliefs.

Once we have actively engaged in the process of spiritual purification, we are now in a better, advanced position to receive and experience greater than before, divine abundance from God and others. Magical blessings, love, kindness, mercy, grace, goodwill, golden opportunities and inner experiences of Divine Ecstasy – these all and other attributes of God’s Divinity become possible to experience at a greater, soul-satisfying level, when evils, falsities, and negativities have been removed from our inner self and lives. We are deserving of love and divine abundance. It is our birthright. And we don't need to fight or struggle for it. The point is that we do the necessary steps according to Divine Law to receive Divine Abundance and blessings greater than we had before.

Experiencing divine abundance is an experience that awakens your heart and spirit to a greater connection with Divine Love. It expands your inner beauty, joy, happiness, and wisdom to greater evolutionary heights. Just one experience of Divine Ecstasy - Just ONE is enough to transform a soul, and bring deeper awareness of the true meaning of life. Fill someone with soo much love and kindness for all living beings.

Through experiencing Divine Abundance, you become more reverent and grateful for the essence of Divine Love and what it can do. The experience of Divine Abundance is THE experience of all experiences. According to Visionary and Seer Emanuel Swedenborg, the Angels would not trade their experience of God’s Divine Love and Wisdom in the Heavens for anything else in the world!!For the experience of God’s Divine Abundance in our lives is the real experience that brings about true soul satisfaction and deep spiritual fulfilment. For we all know that what makes an experience a beautiful, soulful, memorable experience – Is how it made us feel. At the core of experiencing Divine Abundance within our spirit, lives and from others - it makes us feel ecstatic. It brightens and expands our heart and soul, more than anything else could. Actually, experiencing the divine ecstasy of Divine Love directly within ourselves, from others or in nature, is what makes us well spiritually experienced.

The Flourishing of The Heart

All our hearts need deeper activation. In the channelled message, we are spiritually advised to open our hearts with flourishing. What does that flourishing look like? It looks and feels like a divine spark has been quickened within you. The awakening and the quickening of the Divine Spark is what activates your heart chakra. The soulful inspiration of your heart happens when something Divine, something magical,lifts your heart and current state of consciousness to a higher magical experience and awareness of Divine Love and Happiness.

I truly believe that it is the soulful inspiration of the Heart is what deeply activates the heart chakra and creates transformative changes not only in the spiritual community, but in the larger, greater world. However, from what I have noticed in my spiritual journey so far, this soulful inspiration of the Heart does not come too easily. You really have to reach out your hands, look for this golden opportunity and deeply ask the Divine for this inner experience of soulful divine love. An experience that enchants the heart and deepest core of one’s soul. As per this channelled message, one of the potent ways, the Divine Spark of God can be awakened within you is through heartfelt invocations of The Divine. Invocations that embrace the Divine Love and Wisdom. Be creative in creating your own Invocations. There are also many excellent invocations of the Divine you can also find on the internet. I have listed some of my ones that I use.

Example of Invocations that Embrace the Divine:

I am a divine being in physical form.

I love compassion.

I love kindness.

I love goodwill.

I love peace and harmony.

I love when God blesses others. I love when He expresses His Mercy and Grace towards others. I love when God is filled with compassion towards a soul.

I am charmed by the Divine Ecstasy that soars through the Cosmos.

In the channelled message, it was advised to use the divine spark within you to enjoy your life. The question remains, What does that mean and how can we do that? The experience of divine love is what inspires the soul with soulful joy and makes life more meaningful and enjoyable to live. For example, it’s a beautiful, sunny day in July. Nothing new….at all!! But imagine if wherever you are on that hot summer’s day in July, as the amazing sun shines down upon you, you start feeling soulful joy within you. Divine pleasure, affectionate happiness, and soulful love begins to erupt within you. And the day-to-day low vibrational feelings have left. And instead, you feel high vibrational feelings of Divine Love within you. Imagine that happened!!It can be perceived that it is indeed the awakening of the Divine spark of soulful love within us, that makes life and its experiences more memorable, meaningful, enjoyable, and inspiring.

When the divine spark of love has awakened within us and is genuinely experienced, we perceive greater opportunities for us to enjoy and express our soulful love. Awakening the divine spark of love within us makes us soulful people. And empowers us to stand true to our authentic divine nature that is eternal.

Suggested Action:

To try a practice that will help activate the divine spark of soulful love within you -Ask directly The Lord or the Higher Being you believe in and the Archangels to give you beautiful, magical, enchanting, intimate experiences of the Divine,with the intention that it will increase and expand your capacity to love, increase your appreciation of the Divine, express Divine Love through helping others, in art forms, writing and other ways that will heal, inspire and serve others. Trust that an idea, an opportunity will emerge for you in answer to this prayer request. Keep on being persistent in this prayer request, until the opportunity manifests for you.

Love God In Others

As per the channelled message, let’s discuss what it means to love God in others.

In order to love God in others, it first needs to be understood that all goodness and truth originate from God. God is everything Good and True. God is in everything good and true. Therefore, whenever we love something that is good and true, we are loving God.

In terms of how to love God in others - Loving the good and kind qualities in other people, is also loving God. Love the goodness and usefulness in other people. Really take moments and time to love, cherish and appreciate the love, kindness, goodness, and support we experience from others. For in doing so we are loving, cherishing, and appreciating God.

If you have practices by which you actively appreciate God’s expression through people in your life, please comment it below.

The Receiving of Divine Downloads

Concerning the advice given that we need more downloads. I feel with the amount of growth, evolution, and transformation that has already taken place in consciousness, people have become quite proficient in receiving divine downloads. However, I do feel that we need to be reminded that the purpose of intuitive divine guidance is to shape us into becoming more of an embodiment of Divine Love and Truth.

In all spiritual knowledge we gain, whether it is from spiritual study, others, intuitive guidance that we have channelled – It is important that we take ACTION on the Divine Wisdom. For we waste time, when we primarily know spiritual knowledge, but never take time into reflecting how we can apply that knowledge within our hearts and lives and reform ourselves.

The following quote from the Kyballion confirms the importance of taking action on the spiritual knowledge that we receive:

Source: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Kybalion-Centenary-Hermetic-Philosophy/dp/0143131680

“Knowledge without Use and Expression is a vain thing, bringing no good to its possessor, or to the race. Beware of Mental Miserliness, and express into Action that which you have learned. Study the Axioms and Aphorisms, but practice them also.”

From the understanding of the importance of putting spiritual knowledge/Divine Truths into action within our lives and hearts. If everybody perceived this and did this - think about how our world would change!Think about the growth and real transformation that would happen on a global scale.

For example, take the 10 commandments. Most people are aware and informed of the literal meaning of the 10 Commandments. But the Lord has now at this time has revealed the celestial and spiritual meaning of the 10 Commandments through many spiritual teachers and significantly,in my opinion,through Mystic, Visionary and Theologian Emanuel Swedenborg. A lot of people see the 10 commandments as primarily a religious set of tenets. However, they are more than that. The 10 Commandments are indeed Universal Divine Laws. Imagine if people were inspired and enlightened on the spiritual, deeper meanings of these 10 commandments. And were taught how to apply the spiritual and celestial dimensions of these laws to our lives. People go home and in their spiritual, contemplation time, looked within themselves and used these Universal Divine Truths as a spiritual mirror to look within their hearts and lives, and make changes in order to comply with these Universal Divine Truths. Think about the radical change, transformation, growth, and healing that would take place on a global, massive scale. The madness of horrific acts being reported on the news on a daily basis would stop. The things that make people feel hopeless about this world – would stop.I truly believe ignorance is one of the biggest causes of suffering in the world.

There is power in looking within ourselves and our lives making changes in accordance in Divine Truths. There is power in using Universal Divine Truths as a spiritual mirror to examine our thoughts, intentions, and actions and see where moral changes are needed. Doing so, charms God and the Angels. For one thing that is common is people knowing, but not taking action on that knowing. Let's make that genuine transition from being external people who priorly focus on what we know -to- deep, spiritual people who focuses on how we live, how we treat other people, and our thoughts and intentions to our fellow neighbour.

Suggested Action:

Prayer, meditation, and intuitive journalling are the common spiritual methods known to increase one’s spiritual connection and seek assistance from the Divine. However, there are higher, spiritual tools not commonly known, that can assist one in having profound mystical experiences that fill someone with Divine Ecstasy. And to unlock the cosmic divine beauty inherent in all creation, but can only be unlocked and experienced within our inner world. There are higher, spiritual tools that advance our spiritual growth through powerful inner experiences of Divine Love. However, a lot of them are hidden or not publicly disseminated.This is because Archangels like Archangel Raziel plays a key role under God’s instruction to ensure that precious, advanced spiritual tools and divine secrets are not publicly broadcasted nor brought into the awareness of people who will misuse them for harm or sinister purposes.

I truly believe that genuine inner, mystical experiences of the Ecstatic Divine Love of God are a powerful agent of healing, healthy self-love, healthy self-esteem, evolutionary spiritual growth, and great spiritual changes. Such powerful inner experiences of Divine Ecstasy empowers us to be a greater conduit of exceptional heavenly love to others. Love that is of a nature that heals and cares for people on a more advanced level.

I suggest that to gain knowledge of these higher, spiritual tools,pray to Archangel Zaphkiel and Archangel Raziel. As Archangel Zaphkiel is the Angel of Passion, True Compassion, and Divine Ecstasy, which is what we want to ultimately experience in our spiritual practices. Archangel Raziel, as he is the Archangel of advanced, secret spiritual knowledge, spiritual evolution, and spiritual development.

There are a lot of prayers for these two Archangels that you can find online and use. In a future post, I will write a full compilation of the Angelic Prayers I use for all the Archangels. I put below two prayers that I created, which can be used to connect with Archangel Zaphkiel and Archangel Raziel, for this purpose of being enlightened of higher, spiritual tools to directly experience within your heart, the Ecstatic Divine Love of God.

Sample Prayers

Archangel Zaphkiel:

Oh, blessed Archangel Zaphkiel, thank you for connecting with me now and wrapping me in your brilliant light of joy, compassion, divine passion, and ecstasy.

I am an open vessel, ready to learn how to access my inner sacred lover, and I am so grateful for your unending passionate energy! Archangel Zaphkiel, bless me with higher, spiritual tools that will allow me to experience within my inner self the Ecstatic Divine Love of God that is incomprehensible, deep, powerful, and transformative. Archangel Zaphkiel, bless me with transcendent, mystical experiences that fill the cup of my heart and mind with heavenly love,kindness,goodwill and divine inner beauty.

Archangel Zaphkiel, bring into my awareness higher, spiritual tools that will empower me to have frequent, mystical experiences that shape my inner self and character into a greater embodiment of Divine Love and Wisdom.

Archangel Zaphkiel, when I do experience Ecstatic Divine love, empower me to use this energy to heal, nourish, inspire, and enlighten my fellow neighbour. Empower me on how I can effectively and wisely to use this transcendent divine energy to contribute to the evolutionary, spiritual changes in the world.

Thank you, Archangel Zaphkiel, for answering and granting my prayer request. Thank you that it is done.

Amen.Amen.Amen.And so it is.

Archangel Raziel:

Archangel Raziel, Angel of divine mysteries, wisdom, and illumination, please connect with me now. I call upon your guidance and support. Please help me tap into my intuition and access deeper understanding and awareness.

Archangel Raziel, as you are the Archangel that governs over secret, spiritual knowledge. I know you provide awareness and illumination of deep, advanced divine mysteries to those you feel are trustworthy to receive such knowledge. Archangel Raziel, I ask that you assist me in my spiritual development to the state where I can be trusted with higher, spiritual tools, so I can attain greater,significant growth in my spiritual development.

Archangel Raziel, enlighten my spiritual awareness of higher, spiritual tools that I can use to experience within myself the Ecstatic Divine Love of God. Archangel Raziel, enlighten my spiritual awareness to be aware and understand of the higher mysteries of God and to be useful conduit of God"s love,healing and wisdom to others.

Thank you for answering and granting my prayer request. Thank you that it is done.

Amen.Amen.Amen.And so it is.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this blog post I’ve written. Really reflect and integrate the wisdom you find true in this article. My intentions for writing this article post is that it empowers you to spiritually evolve more on a greater level and be informed on how to have mystical, inner experiences that awaken the Divine Spark within you, and make you feel more spiritually alive and rejuvenated.

As you carry that affectionate vibration of Divine Love within your heart and aura, as it radiates from you, it heals and has positive effects on those around you. For you can change and heal the world by healing your heart, filling the cup of your spirit with Divine Love, committing to your spiritual growth, gaining more knowledge, and committing to being of the most service.

A person that is healed, spiritually nourished, and filled with Divine Love is in a position to truly change the world just by leading by example and being the example of Love and Wisdom.

If you have any questions, please email me at divinewisdomandtruth7@gmail.com.

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The Words - The Sixth  Word - Part 1

The supreme transaction

In the Name of God, the All-Merciful, the All-Compassionate.

God has bought from the believers their selves and their possessions in exchange for Paradise. (9:111)

IF YOU WANT TO UNDERSTAND HOW PROFITABLE A TRANSACTION, how honorable a rank, it is to sell one’s soul and property to God and to be His slave and soldier, listen to the following parable: Once a king entrusted two servants with one estate each,

including all necessary workshops, machinery, horses, weapons, and other equipment. But as it was wartime, when everything is in flux, this merciful and compassionate king sent his noblest officer to them with the following message:

Sell me the entrusted property so that I may keep it for you. Don’t let it be destroyed in vain. After the war is over, I’ll return it to you in better shape than it was before. Furthermore, I’ll pay a great, high- er price for it as if it was your own property. The machinery and tools will be used in my name at my workbench. Both the price and the fee for their use will be increased, maybe a thousandfold. I’ll give all the profit to you. You are weak and poor, and can’t pay for these great tasks. Let me take care of the expenses and equipment, and give you the income and profit. You can use it until demobilization. Consider these five advantages of this transaction.

If you don’t sell the property to me, consider this. As you see, no one is able to preserve what he possesses. You too will lose what you now hold. It will go in vain, and you will miss out on the high price I offer you. All the delicate, precious tools and fine scales that are ready to be used will lose their value, since there are no metals wor- thy of their use. You’ll have to find some way to administer and pre- serve them. Moreover, you’ll be punished for betraying your trust. So consider the five ways you will lose.

By selling your property to me, you will become my soldier and act in my name. Far from being a mere recruit or irregular, you will be an honored and free officer of an exalted monarch.

[ome-magical-ramblings]

The Ladder and Spring scrying ritual, How I scry the elemental kingdoms.

I want to emphasize that my method of working is my own and it is a synthesis of stuff I read and probably can't exactly put my finger-on but it follows a somewhat similar approach of the golden dawn/ceremonial magician style but more simpler and direct.  The whole associating with divinity then bossing over lower hierarchy, again I am not trying to do that but you will see the similarities. I am trying to make it a bit more organic and less formulaic, giving some spaces here and there for people AND spirits to work together in this act/ritual. Ingredients/Materials to use:

1)Candles 2)Bell 3)Name of Sandalphon written in Green 4)Earth Tattva drawn by yourself or printed if you can’t. 5)Pentacle(if you have one) The Two part of this ritual/method of scrying is: 0) Preparation 1) The (step)Ladder. 2) The Loaded Spring. Step 0 is preparation of yourself AND the area, and yourself, what I opt to do is Being with Our Father and Three Hail Mary, Water of Eden/Purifying consecrated water is made to consecrate the area and wash our face and head+arm+feet. Ring the four archangelic gates and call their attention to this ritual.  Lastly The Qabbalistic invocation of Levi. Again very simple and mostly it’s just praying and calling, talking, washing yourself, etc.

Now for Part 1.. If you ever saw a step-ladder, and I think most people saw one irl it’s like an inverted V.  So we start raising up the ladder itself, you start by calling your ancestors, guides, natal/guardian angel, and your..image of Divinity, like praying to God. This is the “mental-astral” body doing the climb up the ladder, and now we start by climbing up too, we start by calling the Gnomes with the Gnomes oration in JSK’s Testament of St Cyprian: Oh, admirable and incomprehensible genies! With blind faith and humble heart, I throw myself upon your mercy. My hope is that – as you direct my steps and actions from the moment I appeared upon this planet until that one in which, my mission completed, you collect my spirit to accompany it to sidereal worlds, to the place that the Supreme Creator has reserved to us in his inscrutable aims – so equally will you lend your aid in transmitting faithfully my requests to the celestial (or infernal) spirits, without varying the conception of my words or intentions. Look favourably on the purity of my feelings; my great desire and confidence,  my  discretion  and  reserve;  you  appreciate  all  the  qualities  that  I  have  and repair in me those defects until now not rejected, nor do you make cause to withhold your cooperation from me, but work constantly in perfecting me from all impurity to make me worthy of the gifts that Divinity grants its chosen ones, and to give thanks with all my soul during the time of my peregrination on this planet, for the favour that I receive from you. Amen , and then call Sandalphon. I don’t have a sigil or seal for him so I wrote his name in green ink alongside making a prayer for him:

O thou mighty Brother of angels

Standing behind the throne of glory

Receiving the prayers of the faithful

Which you have sent from the earth

Centuries high you stand

Master of alchemy and nature I call archangel Sandalphon by the divine name Adonai Melek and Adonai Ha-Aretz, O brotherly angel come down and attend to our prayer, help us and heed our prayer in this chamber as you carry them to the divine help us get carried by the divine. O great Angelic Prince, Brother of Metatron, Master of Heavenly Songs, Tall Angel, The left hand of the Ark, gatherer of prayers to most high of high, Ruler of the 4th, 6th, and 7th Heaven. O Wheel within a wheel holding the mystery of creation within you, Overseers of Genders and Angel of Glory, Angel of Prayers most divine. I call thee I call thee I call thee, by thine names visible and invisible, pronounceable and unknown, secret, and hidden I call you by all other names ascribed to you. O Sandalphon as I pray to you to attend to our rite, draw near, and with propitious mind thy suppliant hear. Let's attend and pray to God together.

Now the start of the Gnome Prayer from Eliphas Levi which is easily accessible online and can be found easily. That’s the end of Part 1 or the Ladder, we rose up to Sandalphon through the Gnomes and went back through the Gnomes. The idea of the stepladder is now replaced with a loaded-spring, if you have the image of a spring ready to BOING BOING, you get the image, the spring is ready to JUMP. You’re on of that SPRING. All the work of hierarchy you did now is transformed into the Spring that will shoot you in your trip with you scrying, the whole preparation AND Step 1 of it is for this: Part 2, You will bring your attention to the tattva card and start chanting the names of Uriel, Ariel, Ghob, Uriel, Ariel, Ghob, and so on and so on and you will ASK permission to enter, pray/talk whatever, you have to ASK permission. Once you enter, it could be a bit hard or weird, you will enter. When you’re inside you will not talk and start to get a a grip on the place and area around, no need to rush after going inside the tattva because the loaded spring the whole ritual did will carry the momentum forward now, you don’t need to actively participate or ask things but it’s okay if you do. You have multiple options to ask now: 1) Ask a Guide from Sandalphon 2) Ask a Guide from Uriel 3) Ask a Guide from Ariel 4)Ask a Guide from Ghob Again each of these willl have different forms, different places they will take you too, you can come back again and ask for a different guide. to Verify the Guide, ask him in the name of who you called him with. If you call someone from Uriel and he said he come from Ghob? it’s a head-scratcher, no? think about it, no rush, and you don’t need to listen to your guide just because they said something and you feel weird you can tell them off or tell them no or ask them to explain themselves. You go on and on..in the end you should retrace your steps and go back to your bodies. Remember to write down everything immediately and ask for signs, seals, instructions to do irl, etc. These stuff will be useful and to ground your knowledge into this world. Don’t just scry and get some astral lesson, ASK THEM to give you something to DO in the PHYSICAL WORLD.   I will emphasize on this because it’s important that your work have some give-take, to have more to it than just spectating astral stuff, see how the stuff in the real world feel like, see how they act, what phenomena happpen, how magic they teach you work, etc. If the stuff they teach you doesn’t work…then what use is it? Try to ground and bring something useful down.

[lordofthestrix]

“Wars begin when you will, but they do not end when you please.”

"You are not awfully familiar with my work, are you?" Tristan dismissed, unperturbed "Among the flaws of the Original Family that so often plagues your thoughts is their inability to remain balanced when they face death. An understandable foible for whom the end for so long was specific and distantly insistent. Mikael, looming over their lives like a ceaseless shadow. Look at them now. So quick to betray each other and descend into paranoia as soon as they hear whispers of a single weapon or being that could strike them down. The two of us are atrociously powerful and our strength is ever-growing, yes. But the weapons that could vanish us are...Just about any wooden chair wielded with enough fury or a skillful sleight of hand to rob us of our rings in the middle of a sunny day. In these mundane dangers you should have encountered the bravery to combat peril Lucien. You haven't." An insinuation of dark amusement visited the end of the statement. "Therein lies the supreme irony and hypocrisy of you. For as much as I have been cursed with having to hear echoes of your blabber in the naivety of every angered child playing revolutionary throughout the ages...You think hierarchically. That humans have no chance facing against vampires. That regular vampires are equally helpless combating an Original. Take a moment to appreciate the fights you choose. You adore earning the respect of mortals with your silly business ventures. As if their validation could somehow fill the greedy, hollow husk you call a soul. As if just about any vampire of moderate rationale couldn't accomplish similar success one week after discovering compulsion. You sail the uncertain seas of the stock market...With a seer by your side. Forget about bringing ruin to those above you as your mantra suggests. When was the last time you fought someone at your level? Someone you had no vast advantage over? You fancy yourself some modern Icarus when the truth is you are more alike a sneaky vermin who would only genuinely challenge the gods once you had them at your mercy."A fragment of Tristan gaze seemed to look past him. "Have you ever wondered, in between your never-ending shows of indignation, why is it that I do take pride in my blood? It has nothing to do with nonsensical proclamations of divine right wielded by royals that arrived after my mortal years. What originally separated noblemen from men was their power to claim victory over an insurmountable battle of one kind of another. And then another. And then another. The legacy of such triumphs. That is how they become. That conquest. That is what flows through my veins. So yes, Lucien. I administer wars. Perfectly aware of the raging chaos unleashed in their wake. Fully conscious that even the most extreme display of guile and determination would find difficult to tame its many threads. I happen to enjoy the challenge. But given that you appear to be in need of some reassurance, no doubt motivated by your touching concern for me, allow me to grant you an historical promise of what happens when I let slip the dogs of war." By then he genuinely looked at him. In the most certain of forecasts.

"First there is chaos. And then there is me."

@kingmakercastle

[nahalism]

the quote you reblogged : That is why mysticism is the only source of virtue for humanity. Because when men do not believe that there is infinite mercy behind the curtain of the world, or when they think that this mercy is in front of the curtain, they become cruel.

Made me want to ask you: Were you or rather are you ever in states where you don’t feel and believe there’s anything more to life? That there is no energy no soul everything is accidental and there is no higher power out there, that everything is meaningless and pointless. No matter what we do or think but it’s maybe easier or even necessary to believe that there’s something more to all of it, to us? Maybe we desperately need that? Maybe it would be impossible for us to function and keep sanity? Or are you unshaken in your beliefs, maybe life proved it to be true enough that you never get those nihilistic waves of everything means nothing

heyy. love the question, quick disclaimer :: ultimately, each person is entitled to their own beliefs. i believe what i believe, and allow others to do the same. also, re: the quotation, i think theres a differentiation between mythology and theology. its less directed toward the existence of a god, and rather pertains to the idea that a world/morality beyond that of the physical tangible realm is at play. if infinite mercy can be extended to people despite their past transgressions, in that, a person can make a mistake, but redeem themselves through their consequent deeds, it alludes to some higher goal to strive for than the base or hedonistic goals that otherwise drive us forward. if people didnt believe they could be better, or make good despite their past actions, being a better person, choosing to evolve, or choosing to self correct, would not only cease to be appealing but cease to be necessary. the fact we believe we can be better, should be better, and that the choice to be better leads to better, is what keeps the balance of good and bad in balance, and what keeps humanity from slipping into complete debauchery.

as for me, i was raised catholic & i didnt relate or buy into what they were teaching me at church. anytime i had a question the answers seemed completely far fetched and unbelievable, and i felt like people were more concerned with the idea of salvation, or the need to believe in something to feel there was an overarching purpose to life, than they were with what i understood to be the core principles of the religion. even the term religion rubbed me up the wrong way because i felt like, isnt it just a personal belief/conviction/way of life, opposed to a faction or group to 'belong' to. people spoke a good game but the enactment of what they spoke about left me wanting.

fast forward. beginning to ask those questions around age 7/8 was the start of my spiritual journey even though i wasnt aware of it at the time. by 10/11 i stopped going to church & was calling myself an atheist or agnostic depending on what my mood was on the day. not because i didnt believe or feel there was something out there, but because it didnt align with any religious views i was privy to at the time. then at 12 i experienced a traumatic incident, and as i started to spend more time alone i was shown certain things and would have very particular experiences / feel the voice of some force out in nature or speaking to me through my conscience. and when that happened i felt (not from the teachings or reasoning of anyone but myself) that that force and feeling i was encountering was my true understanding of god or this thing i knew existed but wasnt entirely sure about how it existed. that pervading presence, its voice and the way its guided me is the only reason i believe in a higher, supreme power.

thats when i began to study life thru the humanities and in doing so form my opinions and ideas on what i believe regarding my views on the world & spirituality. i studied through the lens of the bible, the qu'aran, hindu teachings, buddhist teachings, syncretism, kemetic texts and teachings, new age spirituality, gnosticism & even science. i feel as though all of them have appealed to me and allowed me to grow in knowledge and understanding & that whilst they use different language to explain themselves, they all point toward and explain one truth. however beyond that the point still stands that i just believe. — ive had experiences i cant doubt, and feelings i cant doubt, not that i havent doubted them, or questioned, but each time i did it only confirmed my initial belief and made me believe more strongly. and so yeah, without that fundamental belief, all of it would just be a beautiful story. i could read every text, but if i didnt believe in what i was reading it would be no more than a harry potter type situation. i couldnt be swayed into pretending i believed, not for the idea of heaven, a promised land, or eternal salvation. thats not what i get out of this. my relationship w god saved my life and it keeps rebirthing me, educating me, & moulding me, and in doing so brings new meaning to things id previously read & doubted/didn't understand (think the concept of ressurection). anyway

i know people are religious and believe in god (whatever term or label u wanna give that force) for a variety of reasons. i cant speak for them, because im sure many people do believe for the reasons u stated. my reasons are simply that i feel and believe there is a higher, supreme, overarching force, that is the matrix of the spirit that permeates every living thing. i think theres a design to the world, one too specific to be down to chance. i think life is eternal and that there is a point to the experiences and growth or lack of that we experience in this life. that generationally it has significance and that it will one day account for something bigger than what we can see or comprehend right now. and i feel that when i look into the spirit of another being whether its human animal a tree or fire/water etc, that we all share the same force that ignites and powers our beings. & those are a just a few of the reasons why i believe

<3 hope this answers for u. sending my love