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[theratboyking]

Softly Into The Night

Prologue: He Came in the night

Author's Note:

So this is the edited version of the prologue I wrote early this year to this series. There are still probably a few things I missed but I really hope you guys enjoy it. I have a few ideas as to where this story can go. Comments and such are greatly appreciated, I would love to know what you guys think :)

Pairing: Cardinal Copia/Reader/Papa Emeritus iii (this will also have eventual Copia/Terzo but that won't be for a while) (This is also a slow burn so it's gonna be a while until we even get here)

Word count: 6.9k (This is so close to 7k holy fuck)

Summary: Demons are real, angels exist, and my father is the Prince of Darkness. A dream I can’t seem to wake up from. And two mysterious strangers that seem to have a connection to me. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Summary: This couldn't be real, I was just having a bad dream. He can't be real. My mom might have kept a lot of stuff from me but surely she would have something as important as being the Antichrist. I was going to wake up any minute now. I will be in my bed and go about my day normally but as I slam my eyes close willing myself to wake up, Lucifer still remained.

Warnings: 18+ (this is going to get be a wild ride folks,) Slow burn, Idiots in love, kinda soulmates? poorly translated Italian (I am sorry to all the Italians out there) fluff, angst, this is a ghost fic so you know religious trauma, some chapters will like get kinda deep in the religious philosophy but maybe not depending on the direction this goes, eventual smut (Chapter will be label

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“I needed to get a car.” The thought left my head just as quickly as it entered. 

The late hour left the streets unsettling, almost too quiet. Usually, I don’t mind the walk; it helps me calm down, but with the increase in late nights at the office getting out of hand, I find myself leaving later and later with each passing day. The vacant streets are filled with deadly silence, only broken by the sound of my steps meeting the sidewalk and the chilling howl of the wind. The feeling that I’m being watched becomes almost impossible to ignore. The cold November air was biting my face, and my steps quickened. The pit in my stomach that had been forming all sinking deeper the further I walked away from my job. 

The moon hung high in the sky, providing more light than the flickering street lights. The breeze only seemed wilder with distance - it almost sounded like someone was screaming. The leaves on the trees cry out into the night with each gust of wind. I shiver, stuffing my hands in my coat pockets, seeking warmth from the cold. The feeling of dread grew further from my office. 

I’m probably just being paranoid. The events of this miserable day are still fresh in my mind; that's what it had to be. I’m just tired. My bed practically called my name. All I could imagine was falling face-first into bed and forgetting about this whole day.

        I was so lost in thought I didn’t even notice the cracks in the road. Losing my balance, I lost my grip on my bag. Some of the contents spilled out. I scramble to grab the contents, hoping that the feeling of being watched was nothing more than that. A feeling. 

  I couldn’t help but let my thoughts wander as I gathered everything, starting my journey home once more. Nothing seemed to want to go my way today. It all started with me sleeping well past my alarm. My morning consisted of me stumbling to prepare for the day, missing my mother's daily call worrying about how I was doing. She left a somewhat cryptic message stuck in my day this morning. I practically ran out my door by the time I was finally ready. My outfit was half haphazardly put together, and my coffee was missing the creamer I use, hoping I had enough time to make it to the bus stop. It seemed whatever higher power there is would not take pity on me today, the bus just leaving as I hurled myself around the corner. I was nearly two hours late when I finally got to work. My desk was already littered with piles of work I would need to have done before the end of the day. When it had finally come time for everyone to start heading home, it came to no one's surprise when Andrew dropped an additional mountain of papers on my desk, saying it needed to be done before the meeting tomorrow, his smug face almost sending into a rage.

 No, today has not been my day.  I can't help the groan that leaves my lips when I glance at my phone, 1:47 flashing across the screen. Even for me, this is late; I’m usually out of the office before midnight. It felt like whatever had been watching me started to join me on the venture home.

 When the run-down building I call my home came into view, I had an internal panic attack. I practically sprinted into the lobby,  relieved to see that the ancient elevator was working for a change. The only good news I’ve gotten today. 

“Come on, come on, come on.” the words fell under my breath - my fist never let up on the button. I threw my head in panic, eyes scanning desperately to make sure no one had entered the decrepit building. The room remained empty, the only person crazy enough to be out right now being my frantic form.

It felt like a lifetime before the familiar ding broke the thick silence the room was drowning in. The doors opened slowly. “Thank God.” relief makes its way to my voice as I throw myself into the elevator's safety. My panic state only subsided when the doors creaked closed. Pushing the button for my floor, I slump against the wall taking a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heart. The confines of the lift calmed me slightly; my head began to rest against the cold metal of the wall behind my eyes started to close.  My thoughts wander to the message Mom left me this morning. She sounded more paranoid, if that was possible. She frantically switched between telling me I had stayed here too long, how she should have said to me about my father -  how I needed to get out tonight. The call only ended with her pleading that I did not go home tonight and that I call her back as soon as I could. 

Her voice had an edge; I’d never heard her that scared. Usually, I don’t give her ramblings much thought; I left all of that behind when I moved away, but after my walk home tonight and the dread I’ve been feeling all day, I can’t help but believe her. She even mentioned my father; that was something she never did. My dad was a touchy subject for her. Maybe I should have just stayed the night at my desk. Sighing, my body relaxed further into the wall. I can already feel my frustration growing. Even after escaping, she still affects me.

       The relationship between me and my mom was tense, to say the least. My mother always wanted to have kids but was told she could never. When I was young, she told me that finding out she would have a kid was some of the best news of her life. After that, it was just me and her for as long as I could remember. I never knew my father; my mom left him before I was born. Although I am my mom's pride and joy, to say that she is overprotective would be putting it mildly. It was scarce that she even let me out of her sight.

Throw in the fact that I was a magnet for the unexplainable. I had a knack for finding trouble, or rather, it had a knack for finding me. Strange things always seem to follow us to whatever poor town we wall home. The amount of time our power in the house would flair too much to count - objects fell off the counter when I was in a room - a mirror breaking when I was angry. The list was endless, if I’m being honest. We never really seemed to stay in a town longer than a year before the weird occurrences around me became too noticeable, sending us packing to whatever city she decided on in the car as we left. 

        Despite all the wild rules my mom made me live by, she always had my back in life, always coming to my aid when I needed her. Although my temper boiled over a lot as a kid, I struggled to control my emotions. Hell, I still do. I was always the scary new kid, an easy target for their endless bullying. Their cruel behavior often sent me over the edge, but Mom was always there to defend me. Mom had to come to school a lot to deal with the angry parents and teachers over whatever I had done more times than I could count. But she was never angry. 

In a way, she understood the struggle I was having. It was one of the few comforts I had in my childhood. As I grew up, I started to loathe constantly moving; I just wanted to be expected. I couldn’t take running from place to place when things got terrible anymore. It was hard finally break free from the restraining rules she had in place for me all my life. 

It was a nightmare telling her I wanted to be on my own. The argument was long and filled with every insult we could think to throw at the other, but it was a battle she lost. I was not taking no for an answer. It was the only time I had ever seen her genuinely angry. Even after I had moved to my current home, she called daily, always expressing her worry about me being in the city all by myself. I’ve grown so used to my mom's antics that I don't mind it anymore.

  There was just something about this message that I couldn't seem to shake. I spring to my feet, huffing in frustration. I had hardly noticed how long it’s been. The abrupt halt of the elevator made me lose my balance; even the doors seemed hesitant to see what was on the other side.

 I jumped as the moths flew in, going immediately to the bright light that hung from the center of the elevator. Then, clearing my throat, I composed myself. I relaxed at the sight; it was just how I left it, wallpaper peeling off. The dimly lit lights flickered as I made my way down the hall. Nothing was on fire, no weird man was standing in my hallway, and all my neighbors were probably sleeping in their beds. 

But still, I paused when I reached my door, wondering if I should go in or not. Mom’s warning is playing through my thoughts; I’m thinking about just taking a cab to the airport to stay at her house for a bit. I shake my head; this is ridiculous. Nothing is going to happen; I’m being paranoid. I’m not a little kid anymore; Mom's crazy stories aren't going to run my life anymore. I shuffle around my bag, grabbing my keys. I am a grown adult; I can't keep running all my life. I unlocked the door, quickly letting myself in, relieved to finally be home. 

         Refelife was short-lived as I went to flip the switch to turn the lights on… Nothing. 

I groan, flipping the button several times just for safety. Well, shit. The darkness I was met with did little to help with the fear I was already feeling, mentally punching myself. I could have sworn I paid the electric bill. Today just keeps getting better and better.

I throw my bag on the coat hanger I keep by the door. Quietly I removed my shoes, cautiously beginning to the living room. I hesitate right before I enter, almost convinced that someone will be sitting waiting for me. I take a deep breath bracing myself. As fast as I could, I rounded the corner, ready to fight any possible intruder, only to be met with the sight of my empty couch and TV. There was no sign anyone had broken in. Just like out there, everything is precisely how it was when I left this morning. 

Ok, I may be paranoid. Just the effects of having a bad day today, that's what it has to be—relaxing with every small step I take to my room, laughing nervously as I go. I just need to go to bed. I have to be at work in less than six hours, and I still need to take a shower. So I continued to go to my room, lost in my thoughts.

         “Hello, my dear.” A low infernal rumble surrounded me, sounding as if it was fading in and out of the silence of the room it was trapped in. My breath catches in my throat. My eyes go wide as realization dawns on me… I was not alone. 

            Oh fuck.              I twisted around to see the figure that somehow went unnoticed. I stumbled back, falling when I tripped over the coffee table. The scream that left my body sounded like it came out of a horror film as I tried to return to my feet. 

This is it. This is how I’m gonna die, isn't it? I could see blue flames floating in the darkness of the hallway I had come from. Oh fuck.

           Fuck, I am not about to die letting my mom be right. 

Regaining my balance, I look around desperately, trying to find a way to escape or defend myself. He took up the space of the hallway that led to my door. I couldn't run. I couldn't go out the window either; I lived on the seventh floor. My building's fire escape couldn't handle my weight being so unkempt. I couldn’t escape. Fighting it is.  Grabbing the lamp from the coffee table, I bring myself to a fighting possession, ready to defend myself from the intruder. I stood my ground; I would not show whoever this was the satisfaction. 

A deep chuckle emerged from the hallway, the two blue orbs getting brighter the closer he got. He entered soon after, filling the room with his impossible form, the moonlight from the window draped his figure with each step he took toward me.

              He was abnormally tall, and his body was unnaturally thin. The massive pair of wings stretching from take up the most space. They looked like they had almost been scorched, the bottoms glowing with dying flames. His face was almost too perfect, skin impossibly smooth like it had never seen a blemish a day. His eyes danced with blue flames,  piercing into my soul, lips stretched in a gentle smile. His gaze held something familiar about it like he knew everything there was to know about me, all my deepest darkest secrets. His hair almost looked like starlight cast a halo around his head, coming to rest halfheartedly around his shoulders. His body seemed to flare around him, not looking like it had a shape. The abnormally perfect skin poking out, marking the distinct forms of where his arms and legs should be, speaks of silver shining throughout the black void that made up the rest of his body. His movement was unnaturally smooth, making his body appear almost motionless as he approached me. He was unsettling to look at, but it was impossible to look away.

 Why the fuck didn’t I listen to Mom

 He stopped before me, looking from my face to my makeshift weapon. The void that was his body took up more space as he scratched what looked like his hand, gently taking the lamp from my hand. I couldn't seem to put up a fight, my body refusing to move in his presence. He looked at it in amusement before placing it back where it went. His gaze turns back to my eyes. My breath catches in my throat.

           “You’ll have to do better than this if you truly wish to stand a chance against me, my darling.” His voice is low and smooth, like honey sounding like each word would build on itself, hanging heavy in the air until it faded. Amusement and wonder made their way to what should be his face, almost waiting to see what I would do next. Who does this creature think he is? Was he toying with me before it ended me? A sick display for his amusement? I refuse to play his game. I refuse to show how scared I am.

“If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.” my voice was cold, my anger rising with each passing moment. 

Confusion made its way to his face - head tilting to the side. “Kill you? No, I am not here to kill you.” He pauses, bowing, “I am here to meet the daughter who was stolen from me.”            “Daughter?” The word slipped past my lips. So this thing was my father? This had to be some sick nightmare; there was no way this was real life.

  I refused to look away from his eyes, trying to hide the fear racing through my veins, “No. No, there's no way that I’m your daughter. I’m sorry, but you must be mistaken.”  My voice wavered, but I refused to back down. “Who… What are you?” 

          He took a step back, looking surprised that I did not know who he was, as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet. Then, he proudly gestured towards himself, lowering his body so that his intense stare aligned with mine.

 “I am known by many names. Too many to count. I am the Devil, but your mother would have known me as Lucifer.” He paused, giving me a moment to process the statement, not speaking again until his words died in the air. “I have waited a long time to meet you finally,”  his gaze softened, his lips morphing into a small smile. “Your mother and I did have a rather large love affair.” voice low and full of fondness. Finally, he returned to his impossible height, “Has your mother told you nothing?”  The question hung heavy in the air. 

The answer to the question was simple. “No.” It was so quiet I don’t know if he even heard it.

 Mom was full of secrets; there was a lot of stuff according to her; I was better off not knowing. Mom refused to even acknowledge any contribution my father had in creating me. Always taking constant prying just for the smallest of details I begged for as a child. The very few times she would mention him, there was always a far-off look in her, losing herself in thought. But indeed, something as big as the fact that my father was the literal King of Hell would be worth knowing. The room was spinning around me; this couldn’t be real. My knees give out, and my body collapses on the couch. This had to be a nightmare.  I will wake up at my desk any minute, then go about my uneventful day, rinse, and repeat. 

          “Well, that has certainly made matters a lot more complicated,” His voice appeared less distorted with each word he spoke, shrinking down to a normal-sized human,“ I was hoping to avoid this, I always hate to make myself more suitable for mortals, but your mother was always an exception.” The otherworld figure changed into something more human as he went.

 He looked pristine, the black suit that came to rest on his body starkly contrasted with the pale skin that peaked out. Pushing his platinum blond hair away from his eyes, relieving them to be the same color as the piercing blue flames that previously took its place. Even in this form, he redacted an extraordinary power only he seemed to possess; even now, it was still otherworldly.

 “I should have known Mary wouldn't have said anything, the stubborn woman she is.” He adjusted his outfit slightly.

          ”Now,” clapping his hand together, he carried on, “why don’t we bring her here so she can explain herself?” He cleared his throat, straightening himself to his new height, “Let’s not make this difficult, Mary; there is much to explain and not a lot of time to do it.” 

 Snapping his figures nonchalantly, there was a moment when nothing happened. I dared not make a sound as a ring of blue fire sprang to life in the middle of my living room, the vague shape of a figure appearing with it.

         “What the hell?” The confused voice made me sit up in my seat. There in my living stood my mother, not phased by the fact that she had somehow ended up here. Scanning the room in confusion, she stops at the sight of me and Lucifer. 

She looks like she's seen a ghost. “Lucifer.” Straightening her stance at the sight of him. “You haven't changed a day.” Voice losing its confusion.    “Hello, my love.” Lucifer bows slightly toward my mother. 

“So you finally found her?” She sounded defeated. 

“I never lost sight of either of you,” an impossible warmth in his eyes at his confession. 

“Of course, you didn't,” she chuckled softly, pausing, looking towards my disheveled form. “We don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I’m afraid that we must, my love. Time is running out” His voice was quiet as he shook his head, “She is only getting stronger; she needs to learn to control it.”

           Mom scoffed and stepped out of the circle, going over to him; the flames collapsed as if they were never there. She stopped before him, hand gently cradling his face as she continued, “I tried my hardest to keep it under control. To keep her hidden. She knows nothing of your world, Lucifer. You can’t just show up now and destroy that for her. I told you I did not want this life for her. We agreed she would have a normal life. ”  

       “No, you made that choice Mary. You are the one who left our home, left me. You got scared of what we created, and you ran. You didn’t even allow me to prove I could be there for you throughout it. To prove that you were something so incredibly dear to me. You and our child.” His fiery gaze briefly rested on me before returning to Mom. “You ran as you did for everything else. That is your sin, Mary.” A warning tone filled his voice.

 My mother looked shocked as he reached for the hands she had brought to his face, bringing them close to his chest. “We both knew this would happen one day. She has a right to know the realm she will one day rule. However, it’s becoming too dangerous for her to hide from her true nature. It is growing harder to keep her powers sealed inside of her; I’m afraid it's time, my love. The veil is only growing thinner; hiding what she is is hard. The time is coming when she will no longer be able to hide it anymore.” 

        “I need more time; she's still just our little girl, Lucifer.” her voice cracked, muffling as she dropped her face into his chest. His arms came to rest around her frame, doing his best to comfort her,  “I am afraid we’re running out of time, My love.” 

         The room buzzes around me, a million questions flying to my mind as their conversion sinks in. What about a veil? What powers were they talking about?  This is crazy; they talk about me like I’m not there. Was my whole life based on a lie? I couldn’t stand to sit there anymore; I need answers, and them now. “Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on!” This snapped them out of their reunion; seeming to remember I was there. My sudden outburst surprised them; hell, even I was surprised. 

        Breaking from Lucifer, Mom made her way to the couch, taking me in her arms. “My baby,” swaying my body with hers, tears leaking into my hair as her body begins to shake, “I should have been honest with you. I should have told you when you first started showing signs. I didn't know what to do; I always thought I would have more time.” I couldn’t tell if she was trying more to comfort herself rather than me.

 I jump when I feel a cold hand rest on my shoulder. At some point during Mom’s breakdown, Lucifer had moved so that he was now resting on the other side of me, allowing us to have our moment. This is surreal. 

“I need you to tell me what’s happening, Mom.” Trying my best to keep my cool, slightly pushing her away. 

      Sniffing as she tried to dry the never-ending sea of tears, “Oh honey. I fell in love with a handsome young man long ago. He had a lot of money to spare and told me he worked in business. He said he made deals all day, so he was never home during the day. He told me I would want nothing for as long as I lived. Then one day, he asked me to marry him. I was young and in love with a man who showered me affectionately; baby, we were so happy. I was told I could never have kids; we weren’t using protection.  And then, one day, I found out I was pregnant with you. I was thrilled; Lucifer was overjoyed at the news. But with the news, Lucifer suddenly had a lot he needed to tell me. He told me everything about who he was, showed me what he was, and told me what you could be. I got so scared of what could happen, and I knew I had to find a way to keep you safe.” she took a shaky breath pausing before continuing, “So I took as much money as I could and a suitcase of clothes, and I ran. Even after I had you and you started showing signs, we kept running; we have been running all your life. Honey, Lucifer is your father. You are the Antichrist…” Her mouth held agape; no words escaped after she uttered those words. 

My mind goes blank at her confession. This couldn't be real; sure, I had my moments, but nothing extraordinary about me; there was no way I could be the Antichrist. I work in an office job, for god sake. Mom looked on helplessly, trying to give me answers to my raging questions but didn't know where to start.

             As if sensing this, Lucifer said, “Growing up, did you experience strange things happening around you? It started small initially, things you could easily push to the back of your mind. A classmate falling after you said she hoped she would after she pulled your hair? Always a figure just out of sight but vanishing when you focus on it? Your favorite snakes appearing out of thin air just because you wanted them?” He stopped momentarily; I turned my body completely to look at him. I can feel my eyes widening in realization; everything he had mentioned happened in my childhood. Things I have never said to anyone before in my life. Not even my mom knew about these things, but it was as if he knew the memories by heart. 

He didn't allow me to ask before he continued, an edge forming in his voice, “But as you grew up, they only seemed to become less and less explainable. More supernatural. The fire that mysteriously started in your kitchen when your date stood you up? The window at work shattering in front of your boss when you didn’t get the promotion you worked for? Or how about the time your coworker fell down the stairs just after he was getting just a little too handsy?” The horror began to sink in with each passing question; these were all things that happened in the last year. Events I had tried to brush off as mere coincidence, now I’m not so sure. 

“Stop.” I can’t think; this isn’t real; I need to wake up now. 

“And they have only been getting stronger; people are starting to notice, aren't they? This is but a fraction of the power you possess. We have tried to suppress them, but they are becoming too powerful to build up inside you. It is only a matter of time before it swallows you whole.”  He refused to give up; he was trying to prove something. 

“Please. Please stop” I can feel tears start to fall, I can't breathe, and I feel like my body is on fire. I think my mom grab my arm, trying to help calm me. I can feel myself losing control the more he pushes. 

He was relentless “You are my child. You are forever burdened with darkness you cannot run from. Destiny is calling upon you, and you can no longer hide. You must face who you are.” 

         “Shut up!” There was a sickening shatter around the room. Glass fell to the floor. The coffee table and tv looked like a baseball bat had been taken to them. The tears fell silently as I looked on in disbelief. There was sadness in his eyes, but still, they held comfort in them. Almost like he was apologizing for everything. He returns his hand to my shoulder, slowly rubbing comforting circles into my shirt. 

           “I tried to let you live normally for as long as possible. I kept your true nature inside you, but even with that, it spilled out. You have only gotten stronger as you’re older, and I am so proud of you for controlling it as well as you have.” He stopped as if contemplating what to say next. His face held what looked like love as he gently pushed some of the hair out of my face, “I can not take this away from you, but I know a place that can help.” He was gentle with his words, a sort of parental comfort melting into his smooth voice.

 Had he genuinely come here tonight with no malintent? Was he here to help me? I can feel my mom slowly rubbing up and down my back. This is happening. My whole life had been a lie. I’m not crazy. Everything that had happened in my life that I had tried so desperately to explain finally made sense. The weight of their touch was the only thing keeping me in this reality. I did not want my father to be Lucifer, but I couldn't help but feel like he had always been there. The moment felt all too comforting, despite my whole life falling around me.

 “What can I do?” There was no going back from this, everything had changed, and I could do nothing to stop it. 

          His voice never lost its warmth as he explained, “There is a ministry where many of my most devout followers reside; one of the most loyal bloodlines to serve me runs the church from there. They have proven useful in spreading my message to the world. Although most of them have had experiences with the occult, they could help you understand your birthright. You would be well protected from those wishing to cause you harm now that you are becoming more noticeable.” 

“Who would want to hurt me?” I question an edge of fear forming in my voice.

  “The more powerful you become, you will become a beacon to the many creatures in this world. However, you would cause a lot of problems with the plans they have. Many would not wish to see you become a problem for them. Many would do anything to make sure you do not fulfill your destiny. It is unsafe for you to remain in the open like this; I might be unable to protect you from everything.” His warning crashed down on me, was I already being hunted? Was my intuition correct? Did they already know where I am?

           “This is my life. I can’t just disappear from it, from all I know.” I protest weakly, the fear never leaving as he explains the danger I am in, but the desire to finally have answers for all the burning questions I had growing up only seemed to keep growing. What am I capable of doing?  

             “A life that has done nothing but shuns you for who you are. People have never understood you; you were never meant to live in such a dull world. I can offer you a place to finally feel as though you belong. Become something truly worthy of the world you will one day rule. But know this, it is your choice. Experience the world you were born to be a part of; you will no longer be an outcast. Embarrass the princess of hell you were born to be. The seal on your powers would be broken, you would be all-powerful, and you must learn to control it. If you do not go, you will lose complete control over who you are. The darkness inside of you will devour you till you are unrecognizable. Eventually, you will die and become something even more grotesque. If you choose this, I will keep your powers inside you for as long as possible; I will protect you with my life to give you as much time as possible. I cannot force you to make any decisions; it is up to you to make that choice. If you decide to go, you will not return to this life. You will have to embrace the unholy god you will become if you are to accept what destiny has laid out for you.” The warning hung heavy in the air. 

I was beginning to fall for the temptation of his offer; I could feel my hesitation leaving me. The fear being the only thing remaining, do I have a choice? If I stayed here, there was a strong likelihood that I would die. People started noticing the connection between me and the events that seemed to follow me like a shadow. It was beginning to reach a point where I would have to move away anyway. He was right; nothing was keeping me here; it’s not like I had anything worth staying for. I had a job going nowhere that was working me to death. I had no friends and no boyfriend. There was no reason I really should stay. But if I go to this ministry to learn about what I am, to learn to control it, would I still be me, or will I become something else entirely? But then again, I have never indeed been me; I have been desperately trying to be what everyone else wanted me to be. I had been an outcast my whole life, trying to hide from others for some sort of acceptance; even in the life I’ve built here, I still do it. I have never felt normal because I have never been normal. Could this finally fill the void I have felt for so long? Can my soul finally feel like it is no longer wandering? The only thing keeping me from accepting was how terrified I was. 

             Mom shuffled from behind me, turning me to face her. She had been crying more than me. The tears stained her puffy cheeks as she tried to put on her best reassuring smile, “He’s right, honey. I tried to keep you safe, but I only made this worse. I had tried for so long to protect you from getting hurt that I never saw how much you already were. I’m sorry for everything; I’m sorry that I failed you. I love you so much. I wish I could have more time but baby, you need to go.” 

           I couldn’t hold it in anymore; I collapsed into her. “You never failed me, Mom.” I was holding her with such force I’m surprised I didn’t snap her in half, “I love you too.”  We stayed like this for a minute, neither wanting to let go. 

           “I’m afraid we are running out of time; once the sun rises, I must return to Hell. The choice is yours, but it needs to be made.” Lucifer breaks the moment. I gazed at the clock on my wall that had been cracked during my outburst, 4:08. Shit, I hadn't noticed how long either of them had been there. I look back to Lucifer; I had made my choice. 

          “Take me there.” A fire had been lit inside me, a determination I had never felt setting in. I have to know who I am and what I am capable of.  I would not succumb to this; I would not die. I will fight; I will live. 

           “And so it shall be,” he only remained serious for a moment, relaxing as if he was relieved by the outcome, “I love popping into the Abbey now and then; the ghouls there are always so fun.” He was no longer beside me on the couch; he stood by my mother; I didn't even feel him move.

   He kneeled before her,  taking her face into his hand, gently wiping away her tears. “My love, I promise we will not lose our daughter.” 

She gripped his hand as if it were her lifeline, “I hope you're right, darling.”   

“Next time, we will have more time to catch up.” Lucifer joked lightly, searching her face for reassurance that they would meet again.

  “Here’s to next time,” Mom gently smiled at a silent promise being made. Then, she turned to look at me, breaking from Lucifer to take me in her arms once more.  This time I’m surprised she didn't break me. “Destiny comes in many faces; you will find yours.” The cryptid words rang low in my ear as she pulled away.

          She looked once more to Lucifer, voice trembling. “Make sure she is safe, my love.” They begin to move closer to each other. 

“I will,” he vowed as their lips met.

  A blue flame erupted around them, consuming their figures, and my mother slowly faded away. They only break away from the other once the two of us are left. He looked sadly at the vacant spot on the couch, a soft smile on his face as he looked at where my mother once sat. 

       Not moving from his spot, he turns his gaze to me. Red begins streaming down his face, silent tears falling from his eyes, “I wish things could have been different. I wanted nothing more than to have been a part of your life and truly watched you grow into the strong young woman you have become. But that is not what fate gave me, and I’m afraid I am out of time.” 

        The form he had taken since my mother had arrived began to melt. Black smoke emitted from him. The flames that had been there before sprung to life; he had returned to the form he had taken when we first met. His voice returned to the heavy force it once was, “Once you take my hand, there will be no going back. You will become a Princess of hell; I cannot promise that the transformation won't be painless.”  

       He stood up suddenly, and at such a speed it was almost impossible to see, “Do you understand?” He began to reach out his hand slowly, giving me one last chance to decline his offer.

 "Yes.” I didn't hesitate in my response. I was no longer scared; I refused to be; a part of me wanted this; it was begging to be let out. Taring at its cage, freedom within its grasp. I stand from the couch, looking up to meet his gaze, “I understand.” 

 “Good.” Despite the gravity of the situation, he never changed how he looked at me. I looked at the hand he had stretched in front of him.  I took his hand.

For a moment, nothing happened, then it hit me all at once; it felt like a thousand suns had gone supernova inside of me. I was being burned from the inside out; it felt like a fire was trying to burst out from the inside. I could feel my body contorting as I collapsed to the ground. I could barely make out my finger sharpening, my arm was getting long, and my fingertips turning jet black. My body felt as if it was being stretched out. The raw energy flowing through every cell in my body felt like I was being torn apart and put back together at a speed I could not comprehend. What must have been seconds felt like an eternity before it stopped.

I could faintly make out the sound of Lucifer’s voice, “Extraordinary,” before I lost complete consciousness, letting the nothingness take me.

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Some more trezo and copia mini drawings hehe 👀🖤

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Softly Into The Night

Chapter Five: The Neon God They Made

Pairing: Cardinal Copia/Reader/Papa Emeritus iii (this will also have eventual Copia/Terzo but that won't be for a while)(This is also a slow burn so it's gonna be a while until we even get here)

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Demons are real, angels exist, and my father is the Prince of Darkness. A dream I can’t seem to wake up from. And two mysterious strangers that seem to have a connection to me. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Summary: “Fine, you chose the hard way.” He clears his throat. Snapping his fingers, the book I had been holding springs to life. The pages fly open as he brings his staff to the grown. His white eye starts to glow. “Now, you will fight me like your life depends on it. I am your enemy in these moments, and I will not stop until you cannot fight anymore.”

Warnings: 18+ (this is going to get be a wild ride folks,) Slow burn, Idiots in love, kinda soulmates? poorly translated Italian (I am sorry to all the Italians out there) fluff, angst, this is a ghost fic so you know religious trauma, some chapters will like get kinda deep in the religious philosophy but maybe not depending on the direction this goes, eventual smut (Chapter will be labeled)

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“We’re going to try something different today.”  Secondo’s voice echoed around the halls. He wasn’t wearing his usual robes. Instead, he was dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks. He had his sleeves rolled up, exposing the tattoos on his arms. He was carrying his staff in one arm. He was moving with little urgency, but I was a nervous wreck.

This morning started with me receiving a rather large book shoved into my arms by a waiting Secondo and very little explanation of where we were going. In fact, this was the first thing he had said to me since I made it to his office door this morning. I started to fear that he was finally sick of me being late.

“Can I ask where we’re going?”

My arms were starting to hurt from just how heavy this book was. It was well-loved, as if it was out of someone’s personal collection. There wasn’t a title, but it looked old and essential.

“The graveyard.” He said it so nonchalantly.

 I stubble over my steps, almost falling. “I’m sorry, what?” So this was it, wasn’t it? So this was how I was going to die.

“Calm down; I’m not going to kill you,” He cast me a sideways glance. “ Mio fratello avrebbe avuto una crisi, per non parlare del cardinale.” I really need to learn Italian…

 I gulp–my grip on the book only tightens. I didn’t even know that there was a graveyard. What would we even be doing down there? Why were we even going to the cemetery, of all places?  I could feel a pit forming in my stomach, one I hadn’t felt in quite a while. I take an uneasy breath.

The large doors at the front of the Abbey came into view. Each step is met with the pounding of my heart. I couldn’t tell you, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. It felt like I would fall into it if I weren’t careful.  

The blinding afternoon mid-April sun nearly blinded me. The forest surrounding the Abbey seemed to breathe with each passing breeze.  The feeling wasn’t going away; if anything, it was getting worse. We were only getting closer to the forest.

“We will be back before sundown. Others know this and will not come looking for us until then. Do you understand?”

My breathing was picking up, but I nodded my head nonetheless. I have an awful feeling about this. This isn't going to end well. The sound of snapping thighs and crushed leaves echo in my ears. They seemed so far away.

Up a little bit from the path was a clearing. A fence lined the outside; several large boulders lay near the entrance. Graves lined the grounds, some older than others. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a mausoleum in the distance. There was an energy that radiated from this place. We were not alone; whoever else was still here with us was very old.

         He continued despite me falling behind. His assurance from earlier didn’t do much to help with the ever-increasing sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. I picked up my pace so that I wasn’t alone. This place was beyond creepy; it felt like my every move was being watched.

He comes to a sudden stop. I collided right into his back, crashing to the ground.

“Throw something at me.” He was being so nonchalant with every word he said to me. I was left in a state of shock. I honestly really wasn’t sure how to react.

“I’m sorry, what?” I looked at him like he had three heads, slowly bringing myself to my feet. Was he looking for me to do something to have an excuse to kill me? But he said others knew we were out there.

“You head me, throw something at me.”

I slowly bent down to grab a stick before he stopped me, “No, not like that. Use your powers.”

 “I can’t do that.”

“You can, now, do it.”

“I can’t throw something with my mind.”

“We can either do this the easy way, and you stop hiding from yourself, or we do this the hard way, and I won’t be so nice. We are running out of time here principessa, and my patience is running thin.”

I gulp, looking toward one of the smaller rocks in the area. Settling on the smallest I could find, I tried to do as he asked. I could feel myself straining, but it didn’t move. Despite my best efforts, the rock did not move. Finally, I could hear Secondo let out an exasperated sigh.

“Fine, you chose the hard way.” He clears his throat. Snapping his fingers, the book I had been holding springs to life. The pages fly open as he brings his staff to the grown.  His white eye starts to glow.  “Now, you will fight me like your life depends on it. I am your enemy in these moments, and I will not stop until you cannot fight anymore.”

“Now, let's begin.” The word came from all around. It was almost impossible to tell where he was even despite being right in my sight. The whole atmosphere changed with his words. A chill ran down my spine.

He lifts his staff, bringing it barreling to the ground. A thunderous clap sounded off throughout the graveyard. A ring of white and orange flames sprang to life around us, trapping me in here with him.

“You cannot run this time, Principessa.” It almost didn't sound like him anymore. A low rubble echoes around me, and I try to regain my bearings.

This had to be a test, a joke even. There was no way I could do this. Then, a bright flash of orange and red whizzed past my head.

Ok, maybe he wasn't joking.

I could hear him muttering something in Latin as another ball of fire missed my body. He really wasn't joking; I don’t even think this is the full extent of what he could do. How was I going to get out of this? What do I do? Do I run, or do I hide?

Running wasn't exactly an option; a wall of fire was blocking my way. I couldn't stay here, though; he wasn't letting up–I could take cover for a second so I could at least think of what to do. I make a run for it taking cover behind one of the gravestones. It’s not much, but at least it was something.

“Come on, do we really need to do this?”  It did little to stop Secondo’s attack–continuing to throw the balls of fire toward the stone. Ok, think, what can I do to stop him? The heat of the fire was starting to get to me; sweat was falling down my body from either the adrenaline or just how much I was moving. I really wasn’t sure.  

Fire, that’s it. Ok, focus. Remember what he taught you. I take a deep breath, trying to get something to happen. Focus.

I could feel my hands heating up. A spark was forming in between my hands.  Focus. I can do this. Finally, a tiny ball of flames erupts in my hands.

“Yes!” I threw my hands up in victory. The ball of flames going with it. It flew towards Secondo, missing him completely and landing in the space beside him, leaving little more than a scorch mark on the earth.

Secondo turns his gaze towards my misfire. A dark laugh leaves his lips as I return to take cover behind the gravestone.

“Is that the best you can do?” He practically roared, throwing the ball of fire back towards me. I just barely managed to dodge it. “Do you think the enemy will go soft on you? Attack me!” He raises his staff once more.

“Stop it. I can’t do this.” I lift my head, peeking out to look at him.         “You don’t have a choice. The enemy does not care what you can and can't do. They only want you dead.” He paused for a moment. “Or would you rather they kill those you care about?” He points his staff to the side, his eyes turning to look in the direction, “Vide quid vult”

I could see two figures beginning to appear out of the corner of my eye. Terzo and Copia materialize out of thin air—a look of horror on their faces. Despite whom had summoned them, they still seemed utterly horrified by what was happening. They stood there motionless, only letting out ragged breaths; they looked like they couldn't move even if they wanted to

“Leave them out of this.” I could feel what little control I had left me. I seriously didn’t want to hurt him, but now I wasn’t so sure.

“They will not stop until you are destroyed. They do not care who gets in the way.” His eyes break from me, looking towards one of the large boulders that stood unmoving at the gateway.

“Praecipio tibi, ut tollas de somno tuo” Pointing his staff to the side, the boulder began to lift from the ground. He hurled his staff in the direction of my boys. The boulder follows his command. 

“No!” I don’t know what came over me. It was as if time had stopped; everything was moving so slowly. My legs were moving without me having to think about it. I could feel every beat of my heart racing as I desperately tried to reach them in time. Reaching them just in time for the boulder. I brace myself for impact. All air left my body as the boulder rammed into my outstretched hands. It fell to the ground with little resistance.

 Taking deep breaths, I looked behind me; they weren’t there.  I could feel what little restain I had left me. I could feel my body changing. My gaze snapped to where Secondo stood.

Terzo and Copia stood by his side—the same look of horror present on their faces. Secondo looked utterly pleased with himself. He let out a dark chuckle; a smile was plastered on his face. This was the most alive I had ever seen him before. “Good! Now the real fun begins.”

I screamed–even that seemed to have changed into something monstrous. I couldn't recognize my own voice, but I didn’t care. Charging towards him at an inhuman speed, despite this, he still managed to dodge me. It only served to add fuel to my anger.  I could feel the snakes Lucifer had put on my side burning with every move I made, but it didn't stop me. I couldn’t stop. I had to get to them.

Dodging every shot of fire, he threw at me with an accuracy I never knew I could possess. I make my way to them. I could feel an icy fire on my face, the cold air hitting me with how fast I moved. I was getting closer. The last bit of control I had left me as I let out one more demonic scream.  

This was the only time I have ever seen him show true fear. The cockiness he had completely vanished from his face. His eyes had finally returned to normal. He sprints to where I have collapsed. “Prohibere!” 

 I could barely make out the feeling of him flipping onto my back. My vision faded in and out, and I couldn't hear the word leaving Secondo’s mouth. My head was pounding.  I just wanted to close my eyes. Yeah. I should just close my eyes.

  “Are you ok?” It was distant despite him being right next to me.

The world around me goes black.

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Fuck, it felt like there was a boulder on my chest. I couldn't move. Darkness surrounded me–there was a ringing in my ears that didn't seem to want to leave.

         “(y/n)...”

Where am I? Wait… The cemetery, Secondo… Terzo, Copia… The last thing I remember was Secondo screaming something. The rest was a blur in my memory. What exactly happened?

“(y/n)!”

Secondo? Why was he screaming? I think he’s screaming at least; everything feels as if I was floating through the clouds. My head was pounding.

“Are you there, principessa?”

I groan, the light blinding me as I try to open my eyes. “What happened?” I was in desperate need of a glass of water.

“You were beginning to lose control.” He turned his head to the side, looking towards the mausoleum.

The realization dawns on me, and with a small burst of energy, I try to sit up, “Terzo… Copia…”

“They were not real. Only illusions.”

“Oh…” I tried to sit up; my body, however, had other plans. The world around me began to spin; sighing in defeat, I lay back down. Secondo looked down at me. He looked lost in thought, a look of worry etched on his face.

“I may have gone just a little too hard on you.” He paused, looking anywhere else that wasn't me. “I should not have pushed the limits… I’m sorry.” It was so low I was surprised I heard it, and my head snapped toward him. I don't think I ever heard him apologize for anything before.

He looked like a lost kid,  unsure what to do, let alone say. He let out a long sigh looking towards me. He offered me his hand. Helping me sit up before pulling a juice box out of his back pocket.

“Did you have that in there this whole time?” I ask, thankful for it. It took everything in me to not down it in one gulp.

“This isn't my first rodeo…” There was that far-off look 

“What do you mean? I thought I was the first?”

“No. The first antichrist, yes, but not the first hybrid to have stayed in the Abbey.”

“Who was it?” I had to know. This was the most I have ever heard about this. I knew others had a demon parent, but to know there was another here was.

Secondo’s gaze moved back to the mausoleum for a moment before snapping back to me. He didn’t say anything, just looked.

“Come on, you can’t just say that and then not tell me!”

He seemed to hesitate but knew I wouldn’t stop until I got an answer. He sighed, “My wife…”

“YOU WERE MARRIED!?” I bolted upright, ignoring the pain in my head. I didn’t mean for it to come off like I was surprised. I was, however, beyond surprised to hear that Secondo, of all people, was married.

He only nodded, “She was the daughter of a ghoul and a man of this earth…”

“Well, where is she?” I could help but push more.

“She died a few years back…” A far-off look in his eyes.

“Oh…”  There was a moment of silence that passed between us.

“We’re going to try something different today.”  Secondo’s voice echoed around the halls. He wasn’t wearing his usual robes. Instead, he was dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks. He had his sleeves rolled up, exposing the tattoos on his arms. He was carrying his staff in one arm. He was moving with little urgency, but I was a nervous wreck.

This morning started with me receiving a rather large book shoved into my arms by a waiting Secondo and very little explanation of where we were going. In fact, this was the first thing he had said to me since I made it to his office door this morning. I started to fear that he was finally sick of me being late.

“Can I ask where we’re going?”

My arms were starting to hurt from just how heavy this book was. It was well-loved, as if it was out of someone’s personal collection. There wasn’t a title, but it looked old and essential.

“The graveyard.” He said it so nonchalantly.

 I stubble over my steps, almost falling. “I’m sorry, what?” So this was it, wasn’t it? So this was how I was going to die.

“Calm down; I’m not going to kill you,” He cast me a sideways glance. “ Mio fratello avrebbe avuto una crisi, per non parlare del cardinale.” I really need to learn Italian…

 I gulp–my grip on the book only tightens. I didn’t even know that there was a graveyard. What would we even be doing down there? Why were we even going to the cemetery, of all places?  I could feel a pit forming in my stomach, one I hadn’t felt in quite a while. I take an uneasy breath.

The large doors at the front of the Abbey came into view. Each step is met with the pounding of my heart. I couldn’t tell you, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. It felt like I would fall into it if I weren’t careful.  

The blinding afternoon mid-April sun nearly blinded me. The forest surrounding the Abbey seemed to breathe with each passing breeze.  The feeling wasn’t going away; if anything, it was getting worse. We were only getting closer to the forest.

“We will be back before sundown. Others know this and will not come looking for us until then. Do you understand?”

My breathing was picking up, but I nodded my head nonetheless. I have an awful feeling about this. This isn't going to end well. The sound of snapping thighs and crushed leaves echo in my ears. They seemed so far away.

Up a little bit from the path was a clearing. A fence lined the outside; several large boulders lay near the entrance. Graves lined the grounds, some older than others. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a mausoleum in the distance. There was an energy that radiated from this place. We were not alone; whoever else was still here with us was very old.

         He continued despite me falling behind. His assurance from earlier didn’t do much to help with the ever-increasing sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. I picked up my pace so that I wasn’t alone. This place was beyond creepy; it felt like my every move was being watched.

He comes to a sudden stop. I collided right into his back, crashing to the ground.

“Throw something at me.” He was being so nonchalant with every word he said to me. I was left in a state of shock. I honestly really wasn’t sure how to react.

“I’m sorry, what?” I looked at him like he had three heads, slowly bringing myself to my feet. Was he looking for me to do something to have an excuse to kill me? But he said others knew we were out there.

“You head me, throw something at me.”

I slowly bent down to grab a stick before he stopped me, “No, not like that. Use your powers.”

 “I can’t do that.”

“You can, now, do it.”

“I can’t throw something with my mind.”

“We can either do this the easy way, and you stop hiding from yourself, or we do this the hard way, and I won’t be so nice. We are running out of time here principessa, and my patience is running thin.”

I gulp, looking toward one of the smaller rocks in the area. Settling on the smallest I could find, I tried to do as he asked. I could feel myself straining, but it didn’t move. Despite my best efforts, the rock did not move. Finally, I could hear Secondo let out an exasperated sigh.

“Fine, you chose the hard way.” He clears his throat. Snapping his fingers, the book I had been holding springs to life. The pages fly open as he brings his staff to the grown.  His white eye starts to glow.  “Now, you will fight me like your life depends on it. I am your enemy in these moments, and I will not stop until you cannot fight anymore.”

“Now, let's begin.” The word came from all around. It was almost impossible to tell where he was even despite being right in my sight. The whole atmosphere changed with his words. A chill ran down my spine.

He lifts his staff, bringing it barreling to the ground. A thunderous clap sounded off throughout the graveyard. A ring of white and orange flames sprang to life around us, trapping me in here with him.

“You cannot run this time, Principessa.” It almost didn't sound like him anymore. A low rubble echoes around me, and I try to regain my bearings.

This had to be a test, a joke even. There was no way I could do this. Then, a bright flash of orange and red whizzed past my head.

Ok, maybe he wasn't joking.

I could hear him muttering something in Latin as another ball of fire missed my body. He really wasn't joking; I don’t even think this is the full extent of what he could do. How was I going to get out of this? What do I do? Do I run, or do I hide?

Running wasn't exactly an option; a wall of fire was blocking my way. I couldn't stay here, though; he wasn't letting up–I could take cover for a second so I could at least think of what to do. I make a run for it taking cover behind one of the gravestones. It’s not much, but at least it was something.

“Come on, do we really need to do this?”  It did little to stop Secondo’s attack–continuing to throw the balls of fire toward the stone. Ok, think, what can I do to stop him? The heat of the fire was starting to get to me; sweat was falling down my body from either the adrenaline or just how much I was moving. I really wasn’t sure.  

Fire, that’s it. Ok, focus. Remember what he taught you. I take a deep breath, trying to get something to happen. Focus.

I could feel my hands heating up. A spark was forming in between my hands.  Focus. I can do this. Finally, a tiny ball of flames erupts in my hands.

“Yes!” I threw my hands up in victory. The ball of flames going with it. It flew towards Secondo, missing him completely and landing in the space beside him, leaving little more than a scorch mark on the earth.

Secondo turns his gaze towards my misfire. A dark laugh leaves his lips as I return to take cover behind the gravestone.

“Is that the best you can do?” He practically roared, throwing the ball of fire back towards me. I just barely managed to dodge it. “Do you think the enemy will go soft on you? Attack me!” He raises his staff once more.

“Stop it. I can’t do this.” I lift my head, peeking out to look at him.         “You don’t have a choice. The enemy does not care what you can and can't do. They only want you dead.” He paused for a moment. “Or would you rather they kill those you care about?” He points his staff to the side, his eyes turning to look in the direction, “Vide quid vult”

I could see two figures beginning to appear out of the corner of my eye. Terzo and Copia materialize out of thin air—a look of horror on their faces. Despite whom had summoned them, they still seemed utterly horrified by what was happening. They stood there motionless, only letting out ragged breaths; they looked like they couldn't move even if they wanted to

“Leave them out of this.” I could feel what little control I had left me. I seriously didn’t want to hurt him, but now I wasn’t so sure.

“They will not stop until you are destroyed. They do not care who gets in the way.” His eyes break from me, looking towards one of the large boulders that stood unmoving at the gateway.

“Praecipio tibi, ut tollas de somno tuo” Pointing his staff to the side, the boulder began to lift from the ground. He hurled his staff in the direction of my boys. The boulder follows his command. 

“No!” I don’t know what came over me. It was as if time had stopped; everything was moving so slowly. My legs were moving without me having to think about it. I could feel every beat of my heart racing as I desperately tried to reach them in time. Reaching them just in time for the boulder. I brace myself for impact. All air left my body as the boulder rammed into my outstretched hands. It fell to the ground with little resistance.

 Taking deep breaths, I looked behind me; they weren’t there.  I could feel what little restain I had left me. I could feel my body changing. My gaze snapped to where Secondo stood.

Terzo and Copia stood by his side—the same look of horror present on their faces. Secondo looked utterly pleased with himself. He let out a dark chuckle; a smile was plastered on his face. This was the most alive I had ever seen him before. “Good! Now the real fun begins.”

I screamed–even that seemed to have changed into something monstrous. I couldn't recognize my own voice, but I didn’t care. Charging towards him at an inhuman speed, despite this, he still managed to dodge me. It only served to add fuel to my anger.  I could feel the snakes Lucifer had put on my side burning with every move I made, but it didn't stop me. I couldn’t stop. I had to get to them.

Dodging every shot of fire, he threw at me with an accuracy I never knew I could possess. I make my way to them. I could feel an icy fire on my face, the cold air hitting me with how fast I moved. I was getting closer. The last bit of control I had left me as I let out one more demonic scream.  

This was the only time I have ever seen him show true fear. The cockiness he had completely vanished from his face. His eyes had finally returned to normal. He sprints to where I have collapsed. “Prohibere!” 

 I could barely make out the feeling of him flipping onto my back. My vision faded in and out, and I couldn't hear the word leaving Secondo’s mouth. My head was pounding.  I just wanted to close my eyes. Yeah. I should just close my eyes.

  “Are you ok?” It was distant despite him being right next to me.

The world around me goes black.

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Fuck, it felt like there was a boulder on my chest. I couldn't move. Darkness surrounded me–there was a ringing in my ears that didn't seem to want to leave.

         “(y/n)...”

Where am I? Wait… The cemetery, Secondo… Terzo, Copia… The last thing I remember was Secondo screaming something. The rest was a blur in my memory. What exactly happened?

“(y/n)!”

Secondo? Why was he screaming? I think he’s screaming at least; everything feels as if I was floating through the clouds. My head was pounding.

“Are you there, principessa?”

I groan, the light blinding me as I try to open my eyes. “What happened?” I was in desperate need of a glass of water.

“You were beginning to lose control.” He turned his head to the side, looking towards the mausoleum.

The realization dawns on me, and with a small burst of energy, I try to sit up, “Terzo… Copia…”

“They were not real. Only illusions.”

“Oh…” I tried to sit up; my body, however, had other plans. The world around me began to spin; sighing in defeat, I lay back down. Secondo looked down at me. He looked lost in thought, a look of worry etched on his face.

“I may have gone just a little too hard on you.” He paused, looking anywhere else that wasn't me. “I should not have pushed the limits… I’m sorry.” It was so low I was surprised I heard it, and my head snapped toward him. I don't think I ever heard him apologize for anything before.

He looked like a lost kid,  unsure what to do, let alone say. He let out a long sigh looking towards me. He offered me his hand. Helping me sit up before pulling a juice box out of his back pocket.

“Did you have that in there this whole time?” I ask, thankful for it. It took everything in me to not down it in one gulp.

“This isn't my first rodeo…” There was that far-off look 

“What do you mean? I thought I was the first?”

“No. The first antichrist, yes, but not the first hybrid to have stayed in the Abbey.”

“Who was it?” I had to know. This was the most I have ever heard about this. I knew others had a demon parent, but to know there was another here was.

Secondo’s gaze moved back to the mausoleum for a moment before snapping back to me. He didn’t say anything, just looked.

“Come on, you can’t just say that and then not tell me!”

He seemed to hesitate but knew I wouldn’t stop until I got an answer. He sighed, “My wife…”

“YOU WERE MARRIED!?” I bolted upright, ignoring the pain in my head. I didn’t mean for it to come off like I was surprised. I was, however, beyond surprised to hear that Secondo, of all people, was married.

He only nodded, “She was the daughter of a ghoul and a man of this earth…”

“Well, where is she?” I could help but push more.

“She died a few years back…” A far-off look in his eyes.

“Oh…”  There was a moment of silence that passed between us.

“How?” I should stop talking, but I could not help but want to know. She was like me… That was the most I have ever gotten to help explain what I am, and if I could get more out of him, then maybe I should press a little bit more.

“A rogue angel took her from me…” His voice was unsettlingly even, but there was a fire in his eyes. It was an anger I had never seen before, not in him.

The air around us had changed. It was as if the very spirits themselves were angry. I shudder; I don't know what I should say. The tension in the air was thick.

“She died in my arms.” he finally whispered, staring at the mausoleum once more. If I didn't know any better, it almost looked like he had tears in his eyes. They were glossed over like he was in a different, much simpler time.

“Are you ok?” I ask, my hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

This seemed to snap him out of it. He turns to look at the hand, letting out a rather long sigh. “To be completely honest with you, no. But it gets easier with time, or at least that’s what they tell me. Love is a blessing and a curse. Yet I would do it all again if I could just hold her one more time.”

I stared at him dumbfounded. I don't know what to say. We stayed like this for a while, his words repeating in my mind. Maybe I was in more danger than I thought I was. I didn’t even know angels were able to kill others. Not only that, but what does that mean for me?

I couldn’t tell you how long we sat like that. We were both in our little worlds, our thoughts racing. I glanced over at him to see him staring at the ground. I bring my hand to his shoulder, breaking him from his thoughts. He snaps his head up to look at me. I offer him a smile–one he does not return. His once-tense body relaxes under my touch as he lets out a long, drawn-out breath.

“We should start heading back. I’m sure mio fratello and the cardinal are wondering where we are.”  He finally said, looking towards the sky. The sun was beginning to set– the light was leaving the graveyard, and an ominous glow was beginning to cast itself around the grounds.

The walk back was, for the most part, quiet. Secondo led the way, his staff clicking with every step he took.

“You remind me a lot of her.” He finally broke the silence. “Both of you were stubborn beyond belief; you never know when to quit. It’s something that I admire about you principessa.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with Secondo.” I retort, not really sure what to say. He was doing a good job of throwing me for a loop today. “I never exactly took you for one to fall in love. You really give the silence suffering alone kinda type.”

“I never thought I would until I found her. She called me out on many of my behaviors and brought out the best in me. I don't think we would have this conversation right now if it wasn't for her.”

“I figure you would take love for weakness,” I mutter. 

“Love is not a weakness. You are not weak for being in love–it makes you all the more powerful. Don’t forget that piccolo.”

I’ve never heard him talk like this before. He was genuine with his words; nothing was hidden behind them.

“Thank you for today. I don’t think I could do this without you.”

We were approaching the edge of the woods. I could make out two figures waiting for me. One was pacing back and forth, while the other looked like he was sitting down. A soft smile formed on my face as the realization dawned on me. Terzo and Copia were waiting for me. Dispute everything; they were still waiting for me, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

My pace quickens as my thoughts race. What I had been feeling for them for months is now hitting me. I was hopelessly in love with them. I was in love with them and was scared of what that meant. Secondo’s words replay in my head. I trip over my feet, slowing up. My realization was still fresh in my mind.  

As if sensing my hesitation, Secondo let out a soft chuckle–a similar smile made its way to his face, “Go to them.” He nudges my shoulder--throwing his head in their direction. I look towards him, a silent understanding passing between us. I turn my attention back to my boys. I took off to where they stood waiting—a new fire lit in my heart.

There really was no going back after today. I have too much riding on me. I was done hiding from myself. Now it was just time to stop hiding from how I felt.

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Softly Into The Night

Chapter Four: If You Choose To Run Away With Me.

Pairing: Cardinal Copia/Reader/Papa Emeritus iii (this will also have eventual Copia/Terzo but that won't be for a while)(This is also a slow burn so it's gonna be a while until we even get here)

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: Demons are real, angels exist, and my father is the Prince of Darkness. A dream I can’t seem to wake up from. And two mysterious strangers that seem to have a connection to me. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Summary: The bench sat underneath the huge tree that was situated in the middle of the abbey, calling my name. Flopping onto it, I startle Jasper, who lands on the spot next to me. I stare up at the sky, letting my mind escape from the expectations that have been placed on me. Closing my eyes, the cold winter’s air hit my face, wishing Terzo or Copia were here; maybe I wouldn’t feel as lost as I did.

“What’s this?” A newcomer broke the garden’s silence, accent thick, “A visitor?”

Warnings: 18+ (this is going to get be a wild ride folks,) Slow burn, Idiots in love, kinda soulmates? poorly translated Italian (I am sorry to all the Italians out there) fluff, angst, this is a ghost fic so you know religious trauma, some chapters will like get kinda deep in the religious philosophy but maybe not depending on the direction this goes, eventual smut (Chapter will be labeled) This chapter has some horror elements and is kinda graphic, there is also some smut in this one so buckle up folks.

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Gasps and labored breaths fill the small space. We were an entanglement of limbs. I could not tell you where we started and where the other ended. Each touch was possessive, desperate even. Afraid that the other would disappear if we stopped. It was only growing with intensity as time went on. They were both lazily thrusting into me. Terzo’s lips found their way to mine, quickly taking charge as his tongue explored my mouth. I could feel Copia kissing up my neck, biting at the exposed skin. I couldn't help the shameful moan that left my throat.

“Ahh cara, always so good for your papas.” Copia’s hot breath on my ear caused shivers down my spine. The knot in my stomach grows with each thrust they do. My hands made their way into both men's hair, already messy from the previous night.

“Are you close amore mio? So desperate for us to fill you up with our seed? Aren’t you bellissima dea?” He thrust into me harder, his cock twitching with each snap of his hips. 

I break myself from Terzo’s grip to face Copia, smashing our lips together. His thrust falters for just a second as he moans into the kiss. Terzo growls, taking Copia’s place, leaving as many marks in his wake as possible. His hot breath sent chills down my spine.  

“Cum for us, tesoro. Cum all over my cock.” The sounds escaping my mouth are downright sinful.

By now, both men had picked up speed, losing the rhythm they had previously set. They were close, and fuck. I was not far behind. I was entirely at their mercy and loved every second of it. It was too intoxicating. They filled me in a way I didn’t know was possible. There was no way everyone in the Abbey didn’t know what we were doing. The sinful moans escaping each of us were only getting louder the higher we got.

So fucking close…

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The blaring sound of my alarm clock snaps me out of my slumber. Bells sound off from the tower, thundering throughout the abbey, waking me from my restless sleep. A deep need for release rested in my stomach. Groaning, I roll over. This was the third one this week. My dreams seem to alternate between the nightmares I’ve had since I got here and the kind of a more sinful nature. After what happened in the garden, they seem to be the ones that have taken over my subconscious lately. Always ending right before the climax, leaving me breathless and needy in the morning light.

Not that I was complaining. No, that was the furthest thing. It was getting harder to look Copia and Terzo in the eyes without blushing like a schoolgirl; it was getting worse than it was already. In my time here, our relationship had only grown, and it was getting harder and harder to pretend I wasn’t absolutely in love with them. It’s just that the longer I stay here–stay with them–the more I can’t help but wish that they were just more than dreams.

A groan escapes me as I flop onto my back. Still trying to catch my breath, debating if I had enough time to do something about the need I was feeling between my legs or not. The morning sun was beginning to stream through my window. The cold January air overtook my room since the fire died the night before. My body felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t help but let my thoughts wander back to them; what we would get up to on mornings like this. My hands start to make their way down my body.

 A frustrated groan escapes me at the sound of someone knocking at my door.

“Your Highness? Are you up?” the muffled voice of Nova. “You’ll be late for your lesson if you don’t hurry up.”

What time is it? Looking towards the clock. 6:02.

“Fuck. Coming. I’m coming!”

Shit, Secondo is gonna kill me if I’m late again. Falling out of bed, I go around the room, looking for everything I need for the day. I have a little over ten minutes to make it over to the other side of the Abbey where Secondo’s office was.

“I’m late, I’m late,” I repeated over and over, trying to make myself presentable for my lessons. I could practically feel my grave being made. I gathered my bag and shoved the heavy books Secondo had assigned me to read into it. I rushed out the door. Nova followed quickly behind, laughing at my antics.

The relationship between Nova and me had improved drastically. He had somewhat turned into an older brother I didn’t even know I needed. I sure as hell didn’t want it, but he had warmed his way into my heart. I like to think I did the same for him.

The faces of siblings blurred together as we ran down the halls, many laughing at the sight before them. It was starting to become a common thing to see us running through the halls. Trying not to face Secondo’s wrath. You would think the supernatural powers would help, but no. After that night with Terzo, many of the superhuman qualities I could do ceased. In fact, it felt like most of my progress had stopped altogether. 

I was having a hard time keeping them under control. I couldn't tell you how many things I had broken around the abbey. We won’t even mention when I accidentally set the curtains in Secondo’s office on fire. I can still see his face lit with rage as I desperately tried to put it out. I’m honestly not sure if I ever will get it under control, and I was exhausted from constantly using them - trying to control them. It was really starting to show how burnt out I was.

The final chime of the bells hung heavy in the air as I rounded the corner. Secondo stood in front of his office door, arms crossed over his chest, an unimpressed look on his face at the sight of me. “I’m here!” I’m out of breath when I reach his office doors, Nova stopping behind me.

“You're late.” His arms were crossed over his chest, face unreadable. “Good morning, Nova.”

“Good morning, sir.” I could see him waving out of the corner of my eye. “Good luck,” he grasped my shoulder, shaking me slightly as he began to walk away, not wanting to be around when Secondo began his usual rant. I shoot him a pleading look, hoping he will take pity on me. He only shot me a thumbs up as he rounded the corner shouting over his shoulder, “I will see you at lunch.”

I look back at Secondo; he has not looked away from me. A stone-cold glare sends a shiver down my spine, and I gulp. “Actually, I was here before the final chime, so therefore, I am, in fact, on time.” my weak attempt to defend myself fell on deaf ears. His expression remained unchanged as he walked into his office.

“Did you even do the reading I had assigned you last night?”

Maybe I can play this off? “I’m hurt, Papa; truly, you wound me.” I gasp, faking hurt. He looked at me suspiciously, head tilting slightly as if to say ‘really.’ Fuck he isn’t buying it. “No, I didn't.” My body deflates as I sigh in defeat, preparing for him to give me my scolding.

It wasn’t like I didn’t try to do the reading, but when Terzo offered to walk through his brother’s garden, I just couldn’t say no, especially when he gave me his puppy dog eyes that made it almost impossible to say no. Copia is no help, either. In fact, he somehow got pulled away from his paperwork to join us as well, also falling victim to Terzo. When we returned to my room, I was practically dead on my feet. All the early mornings and the intense training were starting to catch up on me. I couldn't help the yawn that escaped me.

            “Are you even listening to a word I am saying?” Irritation is evident in his voice. He is starting to get angry.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I’m just exhausted. It won't happen again. I'm sorry.” I really was in no mood to argue. Quite honestly, I just wanted to get the day over with. At least then I could spend some time with Copia and Terzo. Another yawn escaped me as I weakly tried to cover it up.

He looks at me for a moment. His gaze softened slightly before sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You have been working hard, given the circumstances. Perhaps I have been too hard on you, piccolo.” he seemed reluctant to continue, “You're free to go for the day. Go get some rest.”

Was I hearing him right? This had to be some kind of test, “Are you sure? I’m fine, really I am…”

He cut me off, moving to sit at his desk. “Yes, I am sure. Go and rest. I will let the Cardinal know where you are when he comes.”

“Thank you, Secondo.” I exhaled, beginning to exit the room.

He only grunts, waving me off, his attention going to the papers stacked neatly in the corner of his desk.

I sigh, closing the door behind me. My feet dragged me through the Abbey, unsure where I was heading. As much as sleep called my name, I couldn't bring myself to make it back to my room.

The remaining siblings of sins bowing as I pass them by. It’s something I think I’m never going to get used to.  To many of them, I was a sort of god. They had been waiting for the prophet, but it wasn’t that to me. I was just, well… well, I was me. I was my mother’s daughter. I don’t think I will ever be my father’s princess.

 I don’t know what led me outside. It felt like my feet were moving on their own as I wandered out the abbey doors. My feet led me down the now familiar trial. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the vague figure of Nova and a few other ghouls doing chores around the Abbey.

He must have noticed me, calling my name. He shoots me a thumbs up. One I can only respond by mouthing, ‘Day off.’ He didn’t seem convinced, but another ghoul grabbed his attention before he could do anything about it. Giving me enough time to sneak away. My thoughts were running wild. 

Was I really the one everyone said I was?  I can’t even manage to catch a single candle on fire anymore, let alone protect myself from whatever was out there. Was I really the daughter of a king of hell? I sigh, kicking a pebble along the stone passageway. Maybe I really should go take that nap. I could practically hear the worry of both the boys if I showed up in the state that I was in—telling me how I was working way too hard.

The sudden cry of ravens interrupted my thought, startling me from my trance. Finally, looking up. The bright colors of the oldest Emeritus brother's garden were covered with spots of midnight blue—a swarm of ravens took residence around the gate.

I cautiously walk to the gates–my curiosity getting the better of me. The cries of the birds getting louder the closer I get to them. Only quieting when I reach the gates, many of them flying away, save one.

“Hey there, buddy.” Jasper beams up at me, tilting his head to the side. He looked like he was surprised I was there.

“Yeah, I know, it's a bit early for me to be out here.” He jumps up, flapping his wings, landing on my shoulder with a cry, “ Fancy a walk around the garden with me?”

“Caw!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I laugh out, opening the gate–beginning my walk through the gardens.

There was something about this place that was just so calming. It felt like something out of a novel, removed from the gothic nature of the abbey itself. Since Copia and Terzo brought me here, I often stopped here. It was slowly becoming my haven from everything else—a place to think and clear my thoughts. 

“It must be nice being able to fly away whenever you want.” I turn my head slightly so that I can look at him. “I personally miss it.” I look back out into the sky. The clouds passing over the sun give even more shade on a peaceful day.

“Do you have anywhere you go when you're not here, Jasper? Or are you stuck here like me?” Closing my eyes, taking in the moment, enjoying the peace and quiet, “But then again, you are free to come and go as you please.”

The bench sat underneath the huge tree that was situated in the middle of the abbey, calling my name. Flopping onto it, I startle Jasper, who lands on the spot next to me. I stare up at the sky, letting my mind escape from the expectations that have been placed on me. Closing my eyes, the cold winter’s air hit my face, wishing Terzo or Copia were here; maybe I wouldn’t feel as lost as I did.

“What’s this?” A newcomer broke the garden’s silence, accent thick, “A visitor?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know anyone else was here.” I stand ready to leave, not in the mood to talk to anyone.

“No, please stay. I did not mean to disturb you. I just returned from a rather long trip last night and wished to see my gardens.”

I finally look up at the newcomer. He looked oddly familiar. He looked like an older version of Secondo, with hints of Terzo. He was dressed in an old band shirt and what looked like jeans. He had short white hair that was combed back. Was this the oldest Emeritus brother?

“Ahh, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting yet, your highness. My brothers speak rather highly of you.” He smiled down at me. “Papa Emeritus i at your service.”

“Nice to meet you papa.”

“Primo is just fine. I have never been one for formalities.” He had a welcoming smile, beckoning me to reclaim my seat, “Now, what brings you to my garden?”

“That’s a long story.”

“I have time, mia signora.” He takes a seat next to me.

Sighing, I look out at the garden. Despite the cold weather, the lilies were in bloom, an off shade of white that was a stark contrast to the dark greens and browns. “I have no idea what I’m doing…”

He laughs softly, “I don’t think anyone ever does mia signora”

“No, I don’t know what I’m doing. No one knows what I’m supposed to do. I’ve been thrown into this with nothing, and I still have nothing… One day I woke up, and my whole life changed. I wouldn't change it for the world. I’ve found a place where I feel like I belong, but what if I’m not what everyone thought I would be? What if Sister was right about me? I’m flying blind and scared that someone will get hurt because of me.” I pause for a second, taking a deep breath trying to stop myself from crying, “Even if I wanted to leave, I can’t. I’m being hunted, and I’m scared that eventually, I’m going to lead them here…”   I could feel my eyes welling up with tears.

“I would say, given everything, you’re handling it rather well. I can only imagine how much this all is on you.” He places a hand on my shoulder.

“Oh, to be quite honest with you, I’m fucking terrified. All of this is so crazy, yet it’s happening.” I laugh in disbelief, “This is not where I thought my life would lead me. I thought I would still be running. I’ve always been running - ever since I was a kid. I ran from who I am. What I am. But being told it’s either face them or you’ll die. I just…” I take a shaky breath. Tears started to fall down my face.  “At that moment, I just… I just couldn’t die yet… For the first time in my life, I can’t run anymore, and I’m fucking terrified.” I couldn’t help but laugh even more, vigorously rubbing the tears in my eyes.

He didn’t say anything. He only offered me a comforting smile. Standing from his seat, offering me his outstretched hand. He radiated a different energy from his brothers. He was calmer in a way. Like he’s lived life more and knew all the answers to it. I take his hand. We walk through the garden.

“What's even more terrifying is that I’m not entirely sure I want to run. I’ve made friends here and come to care deeply for people here, which makes it all worse. I could get them hurt. Or worse, killed.” The words die in my throat, finally admitting what scares me the most. What if I got Terzo and Copia killed?

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. He looked to be deep in thought, debating what to say. Then, leading me through the garden, he finally speaks, “When I was a young man, no older than you are now, I was placed in a position I never particularly wanted: a church to run and two younger brothers who always seemed to get into trouble. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I wouldn’t have made it through it if it wasn't for my wife.” There was a fond smile on his face. He gazed at the flowers with a far-off look in his eyes. “Now, I will not pretend that I know what you’re going through, but I will say that it is easier when you have others to go through life with you.”

“Everyone has been so nice to me, save for a few…” I don’t know what compelled me to continue, “How would I even tell them…”

There was a knowing smile on his face. “Forgive me if I overstep, mia signora. But you just do.” That was a lot easier said than done.

The gates of the garden come into view.  A sigh escaped me; I really didn’t want to face the world at the moment. I didn’t want to face the judgment of the siblings around me; I didn’t want to see the icy stare of Sister Imperator. I didn’t want to face the regal nature the ghouls placed on me. All I wanted was to crawl under my blanket and stay there for a while.

As if sensing my discomfort, Primo put his hand on my shoulder, offering me a reassuring smile, “I think you will find it a lot easier than you think.” His other hand going to point in the direction of the Abbey. I could vaguely make out a figure walking toward us.  

“Cara, there you are. Papa said you would be in your room…” Copia’s worried-filled voice hits me before I see him. “Terzo…” He notices Primo standing beside me, “I mean Papa, and I have been looking everywhere for you.”

“I’m sorry, Copia I…”

Primo cuts me off, “It was my fault Cardinal. I saw her excellence walking through the hall, and given that I have not had the chance to meet the antichrist yet, I thought I would give her a tour of my garden. I’m sorry for any inconvenience.”

“No need to apologize, your eminence. Her Majesty and I usually have lunch with your brother. We were worried something happened when she wasn’t in her room; Papa said she would be there.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see another figure approaching us quickly. Terzo was coming in hot, not particularly caring that the siblings looked at him like he had three heads. He came crashing into Copia, grabbing his arm to steady himself. 

“There you are. You had us worried, tesoro.” He pulled me into his arms, not caring that his brother was standing right before us. 

“Good to see you, Gabriele.” Primo’s voice was warm.

“Marco. I hope your flight went well. How is Elizabeth?”

“Yes, we just landed this morning.” He paused, looking fondly at his younger brother, “Beth is well. She is currently sleeping off the flight.”  He turns his attention back to me, “Speaking of, I should probably check on her. My wife was never one for flying. It was Nice to meet you finally, your majesty. Til next time.”  He takes my hand, kissing me on top of my knuckles, turning to leave. For such an old man, he moved quickly and with purpose.

“It was nice meeting you as well.” I wave in his direction. The boys and I turned to make our way to the abbey. I hope we didn’t miss lunch I was oddly hungry after the morning I had. It was quiet for a moment before it hit me. 

“Gabriele?” I question, looking to Terzo, “You mean to tell me your first name isn’t Terzo!”

“No one really calls me that except for mia madre and this old bat.”  He looks to the ground, slightly embarrassed. If it wasn’t for his makeup hiding it, I was almost positive he was blushing.

“I like it.” Rubbing his arm, the Abbey doors coming into view, “Next thing you’re going to tell me is that Copia isn’t his first name.”

“It’s not.” Terzo was quick to throw in, ready to bring Copia down with him.

“Don't you dare, you rat!” Copia throws his finger in his face turning a light pink.

“No, please come on. I wanna know!”

“Yes, Antonio. Do share.”

“Antonio!”

“Bastardo!” Terzo lets go of my arm. Copia chasing after him, fist raised in the air.

I laugh at my boys' antics, “Gabriele and Antonio.” tasting their names on my lips, liking how they roll off my tongue.  I couldn't help but look at them fondly as Copia chased Terzo through the courtyard.  

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“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I threw my hands up in defense.

“Oh, come on, it’s obvious with anyone with eyes. Tell me!” Nova sat with his legs crossed in front of me.

I groan, flopping backward into my bed. The night had taken an unexpected turn when Terzo and Copia had a bunch of paperwork they couldn’t get rid of, and Nova had volunteered to stay with me for a little bit. It was something that I was coming to regret. He had not stopped pestering me about what was bothering me. I could feel my annoyance growing with each passing moment.

“It’s only going to get worse the longer you ignore it.” he pushed further.

“What’s getting worse is the headache you're giving me.” I threw a pillow at him. It missed his figure entirely–his tail catching it, “Is it really that obvious?”

“Incredibly, the only people who don’t seem to be in on it are you three.” He throws the pillow back at me, hitting me square in the face. 

“You are insane.”

“I’m a demon. It’s part of the job description.” His aura had hughes of pink mixed with a rose red pulsing through it. “It’s not my fault you’re too stubborn to admit it.”

Groaning, I look at him, “Ok, theoretically, what would I even say to them, ‘Oh hey guys, it’s me, the antichrist; just wanted to let you know that I’m in love with you…’” I pause for a second, realization hitting me like a truck.

 Nova looked like a bat out of hell, ready to burst at the seams, “See! I knew it. I knew it! Omega owes me $50.  Oh shit, I owe Mountain money now. Your Majesty, you have to tell them. Please. Please. Please.”

“Nova. Nova! Calm down. It’s not that simple.” I pleaded with the ghoul, hoping no one was around to hear his booming voice. It did little to calm the overactive ghoul. He stands to walk to the door.

“No, don’t!” I get up, tackling him to the ground before he can enter the main room. “Nova, they can't find out.”

“What?! Why not?”

“Because we’re friends, Nova, just friends. This would just complicate things. I just can’t lose them, Nova.”

“But you love them, don't you?” He tilts his head to the side. For a creature of hell, these ghouls were more like cats than anything else.

“Yes, I do, but it’s not that simple. This isn’t some dream. Besides, they probably don't view me as anything more than a friend.” I look down to the ground, not really wanting to have to explain this to him.

“You humans are so confusing…”

            The clock on the wall chimes distracted me from sulking and interrupting Nova before he could continue. It was getting late, the perfect distraction from this conversation 

“Look, Nova, it's late, I gotta get up early in the morning, and there’s still some reading I have to do.”

“Say no more. I can tell when I’m not wanted.”

“No, you can’t.” the deadpan tone causes his aura to turn sheepishly purple.

“Anyways. I’ll see you in the morning, your highness.” He gets up, ready to leave the room. Stopping just short of the door, “Listen, I know you may not think it, but maybe you should tell them. You may be surprised that they might feel the same.” the door closes.

I sigh, throwing myself onto my bed. What does he know? There was no way this could go well for anyone involved. It didn’t matter what anyone else saw; they weren’t there. They weren’t there when Copia gripped my hand, so gently tracing patterns into my skin. Or when Terzo gave me that gentle smile he only ever seemed to have when Copia or I was around. They weren’t there in the early morning hours when I called their name, chasing my release, wishing they were there instead, I was alone.

No, no one could tell me what was happening between the three of us because I wasn’t even entirely sure what was happening between us. I just knew that, at some point, they had turned into my boys and that I was completely in love with Gabriele Emeritus and Antonio Copia. 

I groan, burying myself under my covers. Closing my eyes, one thought echoed around my head. I was so fucked.

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The halls were barren. Not a soul to be found. The halls seemed to stretch endlessly in both directions; I just couldn’t decide which would be the better bet to get the hell out of there.

“Hello?” I call to the left, hoping someone was out there. My voice bounced off the walls, sounding like hundreds of me were in the hall. “Hello!?” I call in the other direction, but still no answer.

Well, that didn’t help at all. Do I stay here and hope someone will eventually come? No, that would leave me too vulnerable. ‘Pick a direction and go with it.’ Taking a shaky breath, right it is.

My steps echoed off the halls, jumping back to meet me with an angry thud. Wherever it was looked like the Abbey, but this hall seemed endless. With each passing step I took in that direction, the longer it seemed to go. I wasn’t even sure I was making progress.

An agonizing scream filled the space. Circling me with a familiar voice, I desperately did not want to hear. “Help!”

“Terzo?” it was nothing but a whisper.

“Stop, please stop!”

“Copia!”

No, this can’t be happening. Taking off in the other direction, desperately trying to reach them. To save them. The halls still blurred together, nothing moving as I ran. It was like I was on a treadmill.

An eerie laugh boomed in the space around me. That laugh… IT was here. IT had them. Running even faster if that was possible. I could feel my body starting to change, but so were the halls around me. There was no way I would allow IT to get to them.

“Hurry, little rabbit. Lover boys may not make it if you don’t.”

“Don’t touch them!” I didn’t even recognize my voice anymore. It was distorted beyond recognition.

The sickening laugh bounced around the halls, growing louder the further I went. Everything was blurring together. I couldn't tell where I was anymore. The screams were only getting louder; my legs burned from how fast I ran. There was nothing in sight.

Suddenly an opening appeared, a break in the hallway leading into the church itself. Half the room had been destroyed. The pews were pushed to the far end of the room, and most of the windows were shattered, but no light dared enter the room; it was like the night sky was nothing but an empty void. Most of the statutes were destroyed, save the Lucifer statue that lay behind the altar slab.  In the center of it all, IT stood. Limps wrapped around Terzo and Copia, keeping them in place. There was blood on IT’s blinding hands, blocking out the light it was made out of.

“Get away from them!”

“What are you going to do if I don’t, little rabbit?” IT’s voice taunted me. Tightening IT’s grip around Terzo and Copia, I could hear Terzo gasping for breath. Copia had stopped struggling.

 IT takes slow short strides toward me; I take IT in. IT’s blinding light was the only light source in the room; it was like it was made from the light itself. Wings spanning close to the entire span of the altar space.  IT’s body was similar to Lucifer’s. It was lanky and had long limbs that seemed to stretch out the closer IT walked toward me. This wasn’t a demon. I had never seen anything like it before. I could still hear the muffled pleas from my boys as they struggled to break free. 

“Stop.” I plead, “Please just stop!”

“Why should I? I enjoy hearing such filth beg.” It took a few steps closer to me, its long limbs still holding Terzo and Copia in a vice grip. “I will never understand how Father can allow something like these two, like you, even to exist.”

IT stops before me, the voids where its eyes should be staring into my soul. “I, for one, can’t stand it anymore.” voice dropping several octaves.

The sickening sound of flesh being ripped apart filled the room, blood spilling to the floor. IT’s limbs come back to IT’s body. The unmistakable thud of bodies hitting the floor reached my ears. I stand there stunned as it steps to the side, taking pleasure from the scream that left my throat.

On the floor were Terzo’s and Copia’s bodies. Blood pooling around them. Copia’s arms ripped from his body, and his head twisted unnaturally. Terzo’s head was detached from his body, eyes still opened, looking back at me horrified. I cried out, tears flowing from my eyes, my legs giving out.  IT grabbed me by my arms, pulling me up from the ground so that I was eye level with IT.

“This is only a taste of what I’m going to do to you.” IT all but whispered, “You can’t escape my little rabbit.”

It starts pulling at my arms, the pain indescribable. I scream as the world around me goes black. 

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Copia’s P.O.V.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” The question was hurried as Terzo pulled me down the halls.

“You worry too much, caro; let’s just hope she’s not slee-...” The words died in his throat as a bloodcurdling scream reached our ears.

We stop for a moment, making eye contact–another scream soon follows. We stay for a moment longer before booking it down the hall to the sound of the scream. Only a few others lived down this hall; two weren’t in their room currently.

The realization made my legs move faster. Rounding the corner that leads to her door. Terzo must have realized what was happening, picking up his pace. Another deafening scream could be heard. Louder than before. It was definitely coming from her room. Her door came to the sight, the screaming getting louder.  

Not even bothering to knock on the door, barging in. Desperately searching for her, not slowing up until we reached her bedroom. Stopping at the sight before us.

She was fast asleep, hovering a good three or four feet above her bed. Her mouth opened as a silent scream ripped through her body. Her body was not the same as when we last saw her. Her arms and legs were elongated, oxy covering most of her exposed skin, her teeth and nails sharper than anything I have ever seen before.

Terzo looked at me as if I knew what to do. I was just as lost as he was. We stand there helplessly, not uttering a word for fear it would startle her more.

With one final scream, she came crashing down onto the bed. Her form remains the same. She bolts up right, gasping for air. Looking around the room, she looked like a caged animal who had been blocked into a corner.

“What, where.”

“Bella, bella breathe. Its ok.

She threw herself into my arms, reaching her other hand out for Terzo. “I thought I lost you guys.” She managed to get out between gasps for breath. I pull her close, her tears staining my shirt.

“Nothing happened; we’re right here tesoro.”  Terzo soothed her, his face resting in her hair. “What happened, amore mia?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what it means.” Her nails dug into her skin. Despite how sharp they were, they did not break the skin.  “You… you were dead. You had your head ripped off your body… You had your arms ripped off… I couldn’t do anything; IT wouldn't let me…”

“Amore it’s ok, we’re ok. We’re not going anywhere.” I try to soothe her.

“But if IT finds me, finds you.”

“Shhh, it’s ok, we’re ok. Nothing is going to happen to you. We promise.” Terzo cut in. His hold on her tightened at her word. We lock eyes for a moment. A million questions were floating in his eyes; I can only imagine that mine looked the same. What was IT? What was she talking about?

“Please, don’t go. Stay” Breaking eye contact; we look back down at her. I don’t think I have ever heard her sound so broken before. The grip she held on my arm was iron tight.

“We’re not going anywhere, amore…”

She gripped us like we were her lifeline. Terzo and I make eye contact, a silent promise passing between us as we hold her impossibly close. We would do everything in our power to ensure she was safe. I kiss the top of her head.  I don’t think any of us will be sleeping much tonight.

Translations:

Cara- Dear

Amore mio- My love

Bellissima dea- Beautiful Goddess

Tesoro- Treasure

Piccolo- Little one

Mia signora- My lady

mia madre- my mother

Amore- Love

Author's Note:

So chapter four is finally here; this was originally going to be chapter three, so this has been in the works for a while. I have started chapter five and made some progress with it, but it's finals season, so chapter five might take just a little longer to come out than usual. Thank you guys so much for your support, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

[theratboyking]

Softly Into The Night

Chapter Two: Hide Us In Shadows

Author's Note:

So this is over Eight thousand words and took way longer than I thought it would take, but I think I actually have a basic idea of where this is going. I think I'll have the next chapter ready sometime next week. I'd love to hear what you guys think. I hope you guys enjoy :)

Pairing: Cardinal Copia/Reader/Papa Emeritus iii (this will also have eventual Copia/Terzo but that won't be for a while) (This is also a slow burn so it's gonna be a while until we even get here)

Word Count: 8.0k

Summary: Demons are real, angels exist, and my father is the Prince of Darkness. A dream I can’t seem to wake up from. And two mysterious strangers that seem to have a connection to me. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Summary: I know what my being here means. I know what Lucifer told me and to an extent, I know what’s expected of me. I knew I was in a way being hunted for reasons I am not really sure I understand quite yet. But hearing Nova’s words. The walls I have been trying to keep up since yesterday were crumbling right before my eyes.

Warnings: 18+ (this is going to get be a wild ride folks,) Slow burn, Idiots in love, kinda soulmates? poorly translated Italian (I am sorry to all the Italians out there) fluff, angst, this is a ghost fic so you know religious trauma, some chapters will like get kinda deep in the religious philosophy but maybe not depending on the direction this goes, eventual smut (Chapter will be labeled)

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The winding halls of the Abbey seemed endless, the dark architecture intimidating to look at. Our footsteps echoed as Sister Imperator led the way down the hallway - I was trying desperately to not fall behind. She walked at a breakneck speed for someone at her age… It was honestly impressive. 

The silence between us was suffocating. She had not spoken to me since we left the hospital wing other than, “Follow me.” I didn’t know if she was trying to be respectful or just really didn’t like me. After yesterday I don’t think she’s ever going to “Like me.” 

I sigh, my mind drifting back to yesterday. It was almost impossible not to think about everything that happened in general. With everything that’s happened, I’m surprised my thoughts aren’t running rampant. No, my mind kept drifting back to them…

 I barely knew them but they had taken up most of my thoughts since this morning, hell maybe even most of last night. After everything, it was hard for them not to. In a weird way, they were the only reason I was not having an absolute breakdown. Everything had changed over the course of a night but oddly I wasn’t as scared as I probably should be. 

 After Terzo was able to get the wing cleared and the shattered glass had been cleaned up - The three of us spent most of the day going well into the night talking. They took turns telling me just about everything they could about this world I was now a key player in. To my absolute shock and somewhat horror, I had somehow managed to end up somewhere deep in rural Europe in one of the oldest Abbeys of the satanic church. It's a sort of haven for many of the followers of their church. Legend has it that apparently Satanas himself blessed the church to protect his followers from the witch trials.

   There was a whole underground world that I had no idea existed and I had been thrown into the middle of it. Just about anything that I thought was nothing more than bedtime stories or old wise tales to tell children had turned out to be real. Vampires, demons, ghosts, and just about anything you can think of were more than just myths and legends.  The church itself used ghouls to ensure the safety of what Terzo called “Lucifer’s favorite bunch of sinners.”

The church itself was also one of the oldest to worship the satanic religion. There was a lot of history here that Copia was more than willing to tell me all about. The church went back hundreds of years and had seen a great deal. Terzo even came from a very long line of leaders of sorts for the church, he was especially the antipope of Satanism. Copia explained that he was a high-ranking cardinal within the church himself. It was well into the night when Trezo mentioned that the church had a sort of band to promote the teachings of the church and to get people to join and he just so happened to be the frontman of the band - Something he was rather proud of. This was arguably one of the most pleasant yet strangest things I had heard all night. 

I really couldn’t tell you when it happened but with them, it didn’t feel like time was passing. It felt almost like we’d done it a million times before. At some point, our conversation turned from them explaining this world's wonders to me, to us telling stories to each other. I couldn’t help but open up about myself. I found myself telling about moving around a lot as a kid, how I didn’t have my license till I was in my 20s, and about how I always carry rosemary in my pocket because my mom always did it. 

They would interject from time to time. Trezo talked about how he had two older brothers. He talked about his band and about his ghoul. Copia talked about the rats that he keeps in his room and how each has their name (and he was not shy in telling me each and everyone's name.) Somehow he managed to become a treasurer for the church despite claiming how horrible he was at math. There never really was a moment of silence that night. They were easy to talk to. By the end of the night, it felt like we were old friends merely catching up after not seeing each other for a long time. 

  Arguably being the highlight of the evening was Trezo's confession to carrying a kazoo in his pocket, he said it was because he loved pissing his older brothers off - And he was more than pleased to prove it, giving an in-pronto performance in the wing. I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face. It almost got him kicked out by Sister Beth. She was ready to kill Trezo by the end of the night. It took a lot of convincing from Copia to let them stay

They stayed with me even after I fell asleep only leaving early this morning - Saying something about how they had to lead mass this morning. Terzo mentioned something about how Primo had to leave for Italy to take care of some church business. Before leaving Terzo had sent for some ghouls to have a room prepared for me. I’m shocked that Sister Beth even allowed me to leave the clinic. But after much convincing from myself and the boys, I was finally able to leave the hospital wing. It probably helped that she seemed to be in a rush to get everything for her departure for Italy as well. She had given Terzo quite the earful to behave while she was gone. 

Despite the mess, I had found myself in, they brought me a sense of security and comfort I had never felt before. Terzo and Copia told me I was safe here and I couldn’t help but believe them. 

That leads me to where I am now - I couldn't help but wish they were able to stay with me… Walking down a random hallway in a church from a religion I didn’t know existed, let alone that I was a key player in a lot of it… In a country, I have never been in before… With Sister Imperator … Alone… 

I shuddered at the mere thought. Maybe I wasn’t as ready for this as I thought I was. I was honestly starting to get scared that she was gonna kill me. There were fewer doors the further we went but it wasn’t darker down here. The windows were huge letting in streams of light it was oddly cozy in a way. We continued for a few more minutes before she abruptly stopped in front of one of the doors.

  It looked like the door would swallow me whole - It looked like it was something out of a painting. It was a stark contrast to anything I have ever seen before. It was made from a dark work with accents of gold from the metalwork. It was intricate in its design, the gold swirled around the wood, begging to be open. I just didn’t know what would be on the other side and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to find out. I don’t think Terzo would do anything to hurt me; Copia wouldn’t either. Sister on the other hand I wasn’t too sure.

As if sensing my hesitation, Sister scoffed, throwing the door open. Entering the room as if she owned the place. I mean did she? I wasn’t sure what her job was, conversations with her didn't seem to go further than a few words before she would quickly go silent again.

“This is where you will be staying.” Ever one for politeness wasn't she? 

I hesitated before following her into the room. My breath gets caught in my throat. 

This is not at all like what I was expecting, I really don't know what I was expecting, but this was not it. The room was open and rather spacious. There was a little kitchen area before it led into what looked to be a sitting room. There was a small table next to the window. The chairs flipped upside down and rested on top of the table. A decent size couch was pushed against the back wall and a stack of books lay on the side table - A folded note rested on top, Secondo wasn’t joking. My eyes drifted around the room before landing on another door.

  “There are some boxes of clothes in the bedroom that Papa was very generous to have delivered here.” Sarcasm was clear in her voice as she gestures to the door I was staring at.

My cheeks heated up at the mention of Terzo. I could feel her eyes roll as she began to walk away, “I will leave you to get yourself situated.” 

She stopped a moment before she completely left the room, “Oh I almost forgot. One of the ghouls will be by later to drop off that runt that was also left in our care.” She shot me a cold smile “Hope to see you at dinner my lady.” with that she left, leaving me alone in the large space.

  I stand there for a second taking everything in. It’s still hard to believe that this was happening, this feels like something out of a novel. Things like this just don’t happen. Yet here I am. Angels were real, demons existed, and my father is a king of hell. I still feel like I’m going to wake up at any moment in my run-down apartment and I’ll go about my day like normal. No matter how hard I tried I wasn’t waking up. Taking a deep breath to ground myself, I start my journey to the bedroom. 

I gasped at the sight. I had never seen anything this regal in all my life, it felt like I was staying in a castle. The bed was enormous, placed front and center on the back wall. The bedpost practically went to the ceiling and had a dark curtain wrapping around it. Several boxes of varying sizes laid on the bed. I ventured further into the room, taking everything in. The fireplace was not far from the door, made of dark marble, and had a fire already lit inside of it. Towards the back of the room by the bed two large doors lead onto a balcony, the afternoon sun flowing in from the door. 

Throwing myself onto the bed, I couldn’t help the squeal as I got swallowed up by the fluffy blanket on the bed. Never in my life had I ever felt something so soft. I turn my head remembering the boxes Terzo had sent.

I prop myself up noticing a letter laying on top of one of the boxes, curiously picking it up. The paper was thick and smooth to the touch. It was accented in black a wax seal binding the letter shut. Cautiously I tear it open, the rushed cursive thick on the page immediately grabbing my attention.  

Mia signora, I hope all clothes are to your liking, it would be a shame to only have you in the sisters’ dresses during your stay with us. I took the liberty of having the place stocked for you. I hope you enjoy your time with us, bella. If you need anything at all or just someone to talk to, I’m just down the hall. 

Terzo

I reread the note a few times over. Did he go through all this trouble just for me? My face burned and the flutter in my stomach grew to a swarm. I felt like a high schooler all over again.

I set the note down on the bedside table, beginning to tear into the boxes. I was at a loss for words. Various fabrics one after the other; black, red, purple, and white all mixed in the piles. There were more clothes here than I have ever had the privilege of knowing. It was more than what I knew what to do with.

 I fall back into the bed, the canopy almost made it look like there were stars above me. I look back to the note Terzo left. This wasn’t even all of it. Laughing in disbelief clenching the note close to my chest. A strange sense of home overcame me letting my eyes drift close. This wasn’t exactly what I expected when Lucifer told me about this place. 

The silence was a welcome from the chaos that was yesterday. I was exhausted. I could feel myself starting to drift off. It was short-lived; however, the sound of tapping echoed around the room breaking through the quiet. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a small black figure on the balcony. A raven had landed on the door handle. He only stopped when he saw I was looking toward him. He lets out a cry almost like a command. 

Springing up from the bed I throw open the doors stepping out onto the balcony. The cold air instantly hit my face and any hope I had of sleeping left me with the warmth of the room. My visitor who had made his way railing looked at me almost like he was expecting something.

  “Hello, little guy.” I reach out to see if I could pet him. He responded by putting his head into my hand. 

“Where did you come from?” 

He only looked at me as if I should know. Cawing a few times - looking at me expectingly. I chuckled at the strange creature, “I don't suppose you have a name, do you?” He looked up at me, nestling himself further into my hand.   

“How does Jasper sound?” He responded with a loud caw in my direction jumping around on the railing. “Jasper it is.” Letting out a little laugh at his enthusiasm. 

He seemed content enough, his gaze turning towards the courtyard my room seemed to overlook. The day was quiet, save for the birds without a care in the world. Jasper had made himself comfortable on the ledge looking out onto the landscape with me.  

The wind rustled the trees. The different shades of yellow, gold, and red shine bright against the sun. I could see a few of the members of the church walking between the buildings. There were a lot more people here than I thought there would be. The sound of the church bells rings out as the siblings rush to where they need to go.  Out of the corner of my eye, the bright colors of flowers stood out. A garden was nestled between the edge of the grounds near the forest. A greenhouse rested in the middle, I could barely make out the blurs that were people tending to the gardens. It was surprising to see something like that here, but it oddly fits. 

Never in my life had I seen anything like this.  Most places mom and I stayed were the farthest thing from comfort. We made do with the little bit of money we had and it showed in some of the places we had ended up at. Hell, even my last apartment wasn't this nice. I felt like a princess whisked off to some far-off land. In a way, I guess that's what happened. The cold breeze bites at my face. I close my eyes taking it all in. I never knew I could feel this at peace anywhere, even if it was for just a moment. 

I didn't even hear the sound of the door opening before a voice broke through the silence. “Your highness?”

  “Jesus Christ!” I scream. Gripping the railing to steady myself, leaving dents in the metal. Jasper, the traitor gave a loud cry before he flew away not wanting to stick around to see who had intruded on us.  

“Not quite.” the shorter of the two interjected. There was something off about his voice. It was deep and something was captivating about it. It was enticing to hear but it didn’t sound entirely human either.

  Jumping around to face who had entered my room. They didn’t look like any of the other members of the church I had met so far. One was taller than the other. Both of them were dressed in all black but what stood out about them was the silver mask that adorn their faces. A set of horns rested on top of their heads and each had a tail that swayed with each gust of wind. They looked almost human if it wasn’t for the fact that they almost looked like they were made of smoke. A dark mist surrounded them, flickers of dark blue flashing through it. They were unsettling and didn't look like they were breathing. I didn’t fear them though, I was more annoyed than anything else. After everything that happened, I could really use some peace and quiet right now.

  “Dose no one from hell know how to fucking knock!” Taking a deep breath trying to steady my breathing. 

“We did.” The taller of the two finally spoke up. His voice was deeper than the other and it was a hell of a lot more menacing.  He had his hands crossed over his chest. He seemed amused by my outburst. “I’m Omega. I’m one of Papa’s ghouls.” he bowed slightly clearing his throat - looking to the other ghoul he was with.

“Shit. sorry.”  He scrambles to bow, unsure of what else to do. Omega seemed to be getting a kick out of torturing the other ghoul.  

“This pipsqueak is Nova. He was the ghoul who came in with you, something about how Lucifer entrusted him with your safety.” He put the last part in quotations. “Papa sent me to check in on you, make sure you were settling in alright.” He jabbed his thumb in the direction of Nova, “figured I could kill two birds with one stone and introduce you two.” 

Nova didn't seem to have any outward reaction but the aura around him flared, red making its way onto the previous black. It was gone just as quickly as it was there as he looked at me, bowing slightly “Your majesty it’s my honor to serve you.” 

“Ok…” My eyes dart between the two. I could feel my face heating up with each passing moment. “Please just (Y/N) is fine. No need for any of the formalities, it makes me feel weird.” I whispered the last part. 

The mask gave away little to what they were thinking or feeling. Omega chuckled, grabbing onto Nova's shoulder - shaking him slightly. “I told you, you have nothing to worry about.”

Omega radiated an air of mischief. It practically took up the aura around him. He said he was Terzo's ghoul right? I mean it makes sense that he was. I could practically imagine the mischief they would get into. 

Nova on the other hand was the complete opposite. Unlike Omega, Nova looked like he had never been out of hell a day of his life.   He seemed nervous - like he wasn’t here out of his own free will but rather because he was told he had to be. He was rigid and stoic. Nothing about him looked natural, I don’t even think he was breathing.  

“Not to sound rude but what exactly do you two want?”

Nova became even more rigid if that was possible. His eyes? Falling to the floor, “Well you see your majesty...”

“(Y/N)”

“(Y/N)... I’ve been tasked to watch over you. Your safety is my top priority.” He snaps to attention, his masked face coming to meet my confused stare. 

“Well as great as that sounds, I’m going to have to pass on that.”

  “Your highness, I ask that you reconsider. It’s not safe for you to be alone, we don’t know who knows about you…”

“It’s (Y/N) and no I don’t think I will.” My arms came to cross over my chest. 

We were starting to get under each other skin. It was obvious in the way his body started to get taller and his tail looked more like an agitated cat. There was no way I was going to let up though. After everything I need to process it all - And they were not the pair I particularly wanted to do that with. The idea of having a demonic being present for that didn't sound very appealing. They were the very thing I was trying to run from, at least for just a little bit longer

.  Omega looked like he was having the time of his life - He looked like he couldn’t take anything seriously even if he wanted to. His tail snapped from side to side sporadically - He was practically buzzing. Bright flashes of yellow fly out of him the longer he watched the scene unfold before him. 

 “What’s the worst that could happen? I just need the afternoon. Besides don’t you have other ghoul business or whatever it is you do? I’ll be just fine.” I try to reason with Nova.  

“Don’t you realize the gravity of the situation here?” 

I cut him off, my temper flaring slightly. “The point of me being here was so that I would be safe. I don’t partially feel comfortable being watched 24/7 by a demon, ghoul, whatever you are.”

  A flash of red goes through the aura around him, his stoic appearance crumbling down, “Do you have any idea what is out there looking for you? The lesser creatures that would kill you for just a fraction of the power you possess. The angles whose entire mission is to kill you before you can even think. Your father entrusted me to keep you safe and I don't particularly want to face the wrath of Lucifer.” 

 Silence fell in the room, I really didn’t know how to respond. I really could run from the situation anymore. Nova’s words replay in my head - My thoughts starting to run wild. Was I even safe here if what Nova was saying was true? I don’t think Terzo and Copia would lie to me though. But still, Nova’s words hung heavy in the air. Did I rush into this? Was I even given much of a choice? I was given a choice of life and death and a whole world I was integral in without even knowing it. There was still so much I didn’t understand and I can’t run for that anymore. I was living with a target in my back. I was starting to lose it, the overwhelming burning in my body was becoming too much. It was like both of them could sense it. Puffing up like a cat. 

Omega broke the silence, cutting through the tension of the room. “In case you’re wondering I’m just here to make sure you make it to dinner.” 

 Nova and I both turn our attention to him. “What?”

The overwhelming need to be alone was suffocating. Clapping my hand together, trying hard to not show my fear or how exhausted I really was. Taking a deep, shaky breath I exclaim, “Well, as lovely as it is to have you both here… There’s a lot I have to do. Lots of boxes to put away.” Chuckling nervously - looking anywhere that was not them. Clearing my throat. They look at me showing no sign that they were ready to leave.

  “I’m sure you have other things to attend to…” still nothing “I’m going to take a shower and then put these away, sooooo…” I begin to escort them out of the room. “I think it’s time you guys leave.” 

I start to push them out, desperate to get out of the conversation. Omega was in a state of shock, I don’t think he had ever been thrown out of a room before. Nova refused to move his feet, I was the only force getting him out of the room. 

“Your majesty… I…” 

“It’s ok, I’ll be fine for now. Come back tomorrow!” 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay to show you the way to the dining hall?” Omega rushed out. The door comes closer into view.  

“NO! No, it’s ok. Really it is. It was nice meeting you two,  Nova I will see you in the morning. Have a goodnight.”

  I shut the door. Sliding down the door, a long drawn-out breath left me. In a way, I know what my being here means. I know what Lucifer told me and to an extent, I know what’s expected of me. I knew I was in a way being hunted for reasons I am not really sure I understand quite yet. But hearing Nova’s words. The walls I have been trying to keep up since yesterday were crumbling right before my eyes.  

I sat like that for way longer than I care to admit.       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sun was beginning to set by the time I finally dragged myself out of the room. It took me way longer than it should have to leave the shower. Terzo wasn’t lying when he said everything was fully stalked. It was well needed and hell After everything that’s happened to me in the past week. It took everything in me not to just throw all the boxes to the floor and crawl into bed and sleep another week. 

 As pleasant as that sounded right now -  The need to eat outweighed my wanting to hide from my problems. At least for one more night. My mind was still in unrest. The full gravity of the situation had finally hit me like a ton of bricks. I was here and I was safe at the moment but the main question right now was ‘what comes next?’ 

I have no idea what exactly it is I am capable of, especially after the incident in the Hospital Wing yesterday. It was hard to not think about it. Not even mentioning the fact that just about everything I thought I knew about the world was built on top of secrets. I have no idea what was out there or even the lengths that they would go through to get to me. Was Nova right? Was I really safe anywhere? Everything I thought I knew was flipped over on its head.

  While some of the burning questions I had in my childhood had been answered, I was left with more questions than I had answered. Mom and Lucifer had said that I had been going under the radar for years and even then I still attracted the occult to me. But now I’m flying with no filter was Sister right? Was I just a beacon for anything that wish to see me dead? Who’s to say I can even stay here for long before someone or something finds me?  

  The headache I’d been nursing since that faithful night showed no sign of leaving and exhaustion was starting to creep in. My thoughts showed no sign of slowing. I look around the halls trying to find anything that even looked remotely familiar.  At this point the sun had almost completely set, the only light source in the hallway being from the sheer endless amount of candles this place had and the moonlight that was shining through the windows. Despite how beautiful the architecture was - This place was creepy when you had no idea where it is you were going. 

 It had to have been close to an hour by now and I was hopelessly lost in the depths of the Satanic Church; who knows what was being stored here. I was half tempted to just say fuck it and turn around. The luxurious bed was screaming my name. I could just get breakfast in the morning. Maybe Omega or someone could show me how the hell to get around here.  

 Just as I was about to abandon my quest and turn around - The corridor began to get brighter. Actual light fixtures were installed down here. Toward the end, I could make out a doorway getting brighter and brighter the closer I got - The sound of footsteps getting louder the closer I got. Someone else had to be down here with me. Let’s just hope they’re also not lost. 

Picking up speed, I cry out, “Hey! Wait! Can you help me!” 

The light was almost blinding by the time I came crashing into the large hallway. The air was knocked out of me as I ran face-first into whoever or whatever was down here with me. I close my eyes bracing for the hard floor as I stumbled backward.

It never came. 

Hesitantly opening my eyes slightly, I could see a gloved hand holding my arm in a vice grip. It was the only thing keeping me from crashing to the ground. 

“Mia cara, are you alright ?”  The owner of the voice I was becoming all too familiar with was filled with confusion and a hint of worry, questioned. A wave of relief passed over me.

  “Ooh cardinal, funny running into you here.” I chuckled awkwardly, looking anywhere that wasn’t his eyes.

  “What are you doing down here, cara?” 

He hadn’t let go of my arm. I finally land on his face. My face was burning at this point. His mismatched eyes were looking down at me. Even now they still held the warmth from the night before. His body was pressed up against mine preventing me from falling to the floor - the warmth was a welcome comfort. If I wasn’t dealing with the embarrassment of literally running into one of the few people who were welcoming - I wouldn’t want him to let go.  

   “I got lost trying to find the dining hall or at least the kitchen at this point.” I managed to squawk out. My face burns hotter and hotter with each passing second.

As if being knocked from a trance himself, he was quick to get me to my feet letting go of my arm. I shutter slightly from the warmth that quickly left my body just as quickly as he did.  Now he was the one looking anywhere but at me.

 “I’m sorry to tell you this but dinner ended about quite a while ago. As for the kitchen, sister keeps that under close inspection, too many ghouls and siblings wandering in for a midnight snack if you catch my drift.”  He laughed at his own joke trying to make light of the situation. “I thought Terzo sent Omega to show you the grounds?”

 “About that…” rubbing the back of my head, not really sure how to explain myself. I wasn’t really sure where to start if I was being honest or if I really wanted to get into it right now.

“I had a couple of things I wanted to do beforehand. He wasn’t able to the whole time.” the floor here was becoming my friend, I was looking at it like it was the most interesting thing in the world. I wasn’t convincing but I didn’t want to burden him with everything currently going through my head.

He didn’t seem fully convinced but decided not to press further, “ Do you need some help getting back?” 

I’m not sure why it surprised me, both he and Terzo had been nothing but welcoming since I got here. “Ooh it’s fine don't worry about it, I can just go back the way I came. I’m sure you have someone waiting for you or something else to attend to.” 

“Nonsense, bella. Not many people are waiting for me on any given day except for Terzo. I’m sure the il dolore nel mio culo will understand.” 

“I don’t want to cause you any problems, more so than what I already have.” 

“You are no trouble at all cara. I’d be more than happy to escort you back. Maybe find you something to eat?” His face was starting to match mine his cheeks were starting to be dusted in a rose color. 

“No, it’s ok seriously. I’ll be fine, I can just go back the way I came. I can just get something in the morning to eat.” I try my best to be convincing, but my stomach had other plans. At the mention of food, my stomach let out a guttural growl. Fuck maybe I was more hungry than I thought. 

“When was the last time you ate something, cara?”

  “Yesterday… When Sister Beth brought us soup” I sheepishly explained. 

“Did sister not give you something to eat this morning?” 

“Sister Beth tried to but she was so busy and I honestly wasn’t all that hungry anyways… there’s just been a lot on my mind today and I didn’t want to be a bother so…” the words die in my throat. Copia’s gaze was only filled with more worry and I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, I didn’t want to worry him anymore.

  He looked away slightly like he was thinking about something. Finally, he looked back at me determination making it to his face, whatever it was he was not going to take no for an answer. He cleared his throat and nervously began to ask, “Well… if you’d like I could make you something back at my place… there’s a little kitchen in there and I’m sure I have something that I could make you… Unless of course you just want to go to sleep… but you probably should go to sleep on an empty stomach, it’s not particularly healthy. Especially after everything that you’ve just been through…”

“Cardinal…” the smallest of smiles beginning to form, there was something about him that made him endearing to listen to. He genuinely just wanted to help. 

“But then again, you're not entirely human so are you even hungry?” He continued. 

“Copia…” 

“If you are interested I do make a mean Rigatoni, even Terzo agrees, and he’s as picky as they come…” He kept rambling. 

“Copia!”  He finally stopped, his gaze finally snapping to meet mine. His body goes stiff as he twiddles his thumbs.

  The smile never left my face, “I would like that. If it really is no trouble.” 

He looked like he was signing out in relief,  “Of course, bella. It’s no trouble at all.” stepped to the side gesturing for me to start walking. 

“Why thank you.” I chuckle before I move, Copia following close behind.We fell into a comfortable silence. The halls remained empty, if I didn’t know any better I would think this place was abandoned.  I couldn’t help but take in the abbey. With Copia it’s not as intimidating, it was beautiful. The halls don't seem to go endlessly to God knows where when there is someone who knows where they’re going.

My eyes drift over to Copia. Heat rushed to my face as I took him in. I suppose this was the first time I had really taken him in. I never noticed how much taller he was compared to me. His face angled in just the right places.  He was handsome, he had to have known it. His hair was pushed back and out of his face a few pieces falling into his face - he looked like he was tired, but it was something he wore well. He looked like he had a lot of late nights but there he didn’t look like he was tired. I was in no way discreet as I mapped out his face. His lips were the last thing I landed on. They were plump and looked a little chapped from the cold. I just wanted to reach up and kiss him.

Wait, what? No. No… I shouldn’t be thinking that. We just met. He and Terzo had been nothing but kind to me and I couldn't fuck that up. I hadn’t even realized that I was staring until he turned his head slightly in my direction. Snapping my head back in front of me the blush across my cheeks only deepened. 

“Do a lot of people live here? I don’t think I’ve seen anyone since yesterday…” I finally broke the silence. Mentally slapping myself for the question, hoping he didn’t notice me staring. Little did I know that he was also staring at me, having a similar dilemma. 

He looked deep in thought for a moment “Not as many as there used to be. Some still do but they’re probably all back in their dorms for the night… The ministry is open to anyone who wishes but they are free to come and go as they please…” he pauses for a moment before continuing, “Besides, not many wander down these halls except for me, not many siblings are dying to be working down here with me. I was honestly surprised to see you down here. ”

“What can I say, I have a knack for getting horribly lost, I’m just glad it was you I ran into.”  

He laughs slightly, “I can see that. I’m more than happy to have the company, especially if it’s una bella ragazza come te.”

“You’re too kind, cardinal…” 

“I only speak the truth, cara.”

I hope he didn’t notice my cheeks burning from his comment. If he did he once again didn’t say anything. The faintest of smiles on his face as he looked over at me. 

“I hope you are settling in well here.”  Copia continued. 

“For the most part. I don't think I have ever had that big of a bed in my whole life.” The  end turned into an awkward laugh  “This all doesn't seem real if I’m being honest with you.” 

“I can imagine.” He paused, his head turning in my direction. “This must be a lot for. I was lucky enough to be raised in this world, I couldn’t imagine what might be going through your head right now… If there is anything I can do to help you adjust, just ask topolino. ”

I don’t know what possessed me, but I was feeling bold. “A friend would be nice.”

I giggled as he fumbled over his steps, his cheeks turning a bright red as he tried to regain his footing. His eyes were wide as he turned to look at me. A silent question passed between us. I could only smile in response, slightly nodding my head. 

“Okie dokie, mia cara.”

A moment of silence passed between us. His eyes stared into mine, a fire erupting in my stomach. It felt like it would set me ablaze but I couldn’t bring myself to look away.

“Thank you for staying with me.” I wasn’t sure if he could even hear me. 

“No need to thank me cara, I can just imagine how overwhelming this all must be for you.” He cocked his head to the side. His lips upturned into the slightest smile - his eyes holding nothing but warmth in them.  

“I hope you might be able to call this place home.” He seemed to hesitate for a brief moment, like he had something else to say but didn’t. I wasn't going to push him. We fell back into silence, simply content in the other presence.

At this point, the sun had completely set. The candles that lined the halls cast shadows across the wall. The painting that was in the main hallway seemed to become less common the further we went. The walls seemed just a bit more familiar. It wasn’t long before we made it to what I assumed was his room. 

“Home sweet home.” He opened the door to reveal his room. I’m not sure what I was expecting as I walked into the room. His room was similar to mine. There were candles all over the place. A small TV sat in the corner facing the couch. A few potted plants lined the counter in the kitchen. Some were half dead, but it looked like he was trying his best. 

The sound of squicking caught my attention. In the corner of the room - closer to what I’m guessing is his bedroom - stood a decent size cage. Inside were close to a dozen rats, all varying in different color and size. 

“Ooh, my god.” I squealed, making a beeline for the cage. 

They all get close to the edge of the cage - Curious to see the newcomer. Upon closer inspection, quite a few of the rats were missing something. A few were missing legs, one was missing an eye. Despite their circumstances, they all looked more than happy to be there. 

“These must be the rats you were talking about, right?” I laughed, turning my head so I could see Copia. 

He stood by the door looking slightly flushed. He looked like he was in a daze.  My question just barely snapped him out of it. 

“What? Ooh sí, sí! They’re the ones I couldn’t realise back into the Abbey when they healed.” 

He makes his way over to me. Bending down to the same level as the rats.  They only got more excited now that he was there. His body heat radiates off of him, it took everything in me to not move closer to him. He goes to open the cage, picking up the one that was missing an eye. Petting his head slightly before Copia brought him closer to me. Looking like a proud parent showing off his kids. 

“This little guy is Rizzo.”

The little guy stands on his hind legs looking at Copia. He seemed hesitant to even come near me.  Sniffing my hand before walking into my outstretched hand.   

“Hey there, Rizzo. Aren’t you just the sweetest?” Bring him closer to my face. He sniffs up my face deciding that I was not a threat, squeaking out his approval. He looks back at Copia and back at me - Curling himself into my hand.

“He likes you, bella.”

   Handing him back to Copia, “I have a way with animals as surprising as it sounds.” 

“I don't think it's that surprising.” his voice still soft. The look he was giving me was making my stomach do flips. The feeling from the hallway came back with a vengeance. “I think they have a way of judging people for who they are.” 

Our eyes meet, and a sort of understanding passes through us. Neither of us really sure if we should look away or if we even wanted to. I’m not sure which of us started to close the gap. The space between us was getting smaller and smaller. My eyes flutter close waiting to feel his lips on mine. 

“Copia. Figlio di puttana!” The voice was muffled soon followed by the sound of the door flying open interrupting the moment. 

We jump from each other. Trying to get as much space from the other as we could, looking anywhere else but the other.

  “First you miss dinner, then you miss our meeting, and now no one can find il nostro bellissimo ospite and where have you been…” The slightly panicked voice of Terzo rounds the corner stopping when he noticed us standing there.  “Ooh… am I interrupting something?” The signature smirk I was growing fond of made its way to his face. 

“No, not at all…”

 “Sai sempre quando scegliere il tuo tempismo…” 

 Our words overlap each other. The blush on our faces did little to hide what just happen. 

“Sí… whatever you say...”  Terzo throws himself onto the couch. His eyes shifted from Copia to me, a more genuine smile making its way to his face.

  “I missed you both at dinner.” He starts, his voice soft. He sounded like he was sure if he should be saying it or not. “My apologies if Omega misbehaved. I instructed him to be on his best behavior.” 

“No, it's seriously my fault. I was the one who was running behind and then I got lost trying to find the dining hall. If it wasn’t for Copia here I would probably still be aimlessly wandering the halls.” 

“Forgive me I would have shown you the way myself, but duty calls.” 

“It’s seriously all good. Besides I’m getting food out of it. I count that as a win.” 

At the mention of food, Copia seemed to be reminded of what he was going to do, to begin with. Muttering out a quick pardon he makes his way to the little kitchen.

  Not sure what else to do I take a seat on the couch as far from Terzo as I could. I didn’t want him to see how flustered I was. I was also trying to not dig myself further into the hole I was all but falling into. 

“I don’t bite, bella. Unless you ask nicely.” He winked. The bastard was enjoying how flustered I was. 

“Be nice.” Copia's voice left little room for argument. He pointed the spoon in his hand at Terzo who lifted his hands in mock surrender

I relaxed moving closer to him. Terzo had his arm thrown back on the couch. It felt like last night again. It didn’t feel forced instead it felt like this was a normal occurrence. 

“So how was your first official day out and about,  bella?”

“Eventful to say the least. I’m pretty sure Sister Imperator is plotting my death as we speak.” I try to make light of everything. 

“Don’t pay her much mind, tesoro. As scary as she can be, she’s practically harmless these days.”

  “I should also thank you for the room… and the clothes… and I guess for actually letting me stay here.”

“No need to thank me bella. It’s not every day we have such an esteemed guest here, let alone one as bellissima as you.”  He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

By now I should just be used to what they’re doing to me, my ears still being from both of their constant compliments. 

“Well still… I should thank you both. You’ve been nothing but kind since I got here… you’ve honestly made this a lot easier than I thought it would be…” The room felt like it had gone completely silent. I refused to look anywhere else than the tv in front of me. I kept my hands in my lap trying not to show how nervous I was.

  I could feel him stiffen slightly before relaxing. Taking my hand in his, I jumped, meeting his gaze. His eyes were just as hypnotic as Copia’s, I could find myself staring into them all night. He had a soft smile on his face. This was the most relaxed I think I’ve ever seen either of them since I got here. As selfish as it sounded I wanted to stay like this for as long as I could. The way that they looked at me made me feel like they were casting a spell on me. 

“I would have it no other way, tesoro.” 

My head came to rest on Terzo's shoulder. It was getting increasingly harder to ignore how tired I was. His arm hesitantly came to pull me closer to his side. The warmth of his body did little to help - Neither did the steady beating of his heart. I could feel my eyes becoming heavy. Their banter continued and as crazy as it sounds a part of me felt like this was what I was always missing. This was the most relaxed I had been in such a long time. My breathing started to slow and I could fight it off anymore. Finally, I let sleep take me.

  Translations: mia signora- My lady bella- beautiful mia cara- My dear Cara- Dear il dolore nel mio culo- the pain in my ass Una bella ragazza come te- A beautiful girl like you Topolino- Little mouse Sí- yes Figlio di puttana- You son of a bitch il nostro bellissimo ospite - our beautiful guest  sai sempre quando scegliere il tuo tempismo- You alwasy know when to pick your time Tesoro- treasure Bellissima- Beautiful

[theratboyking]

Softly Into The Night

Chapter One: You Call On Me As Bell Begin to Chime

Pairing: Cardinal Copia/Reader/Papa Emeritus iii (this will also have eventual Copia/Terzo but that won't be for a while)(This is also a slow burn so it's gonna be a while until we even get here)

Word count: 6.5k

Summary: Demons are real, angels exist, and my father is the Prince of Darkness. A dream I can’t seem to wake up from. And two mysterious strangers that seem to have a connection to me. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Summary: Everything is spinning around me. This wasn't my room, this was somewhere else entirely. I was so lost in thought that I had completely forgotten about the strangers in the room with me... The two incredibly handsome strangers. Oh no.

Warnings: 18+ (this is going to get be a wild ride folks,) Slow burn, Idiots in love, kinda soulmates? poorly translated Italian (I am sorry to all the Italians out there) fluff, angst, this is a ghost fic so you know religious trauma, some chapters will likely get kinda deep in the religious philosophy but maybe not depending on the direction this goes, eventual smut (Chapter will be labeled)

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Lucifer’s P.O.V: 

          It is simply extraordinary, I have simply never seen anything like it before. I have heard of children of both human and demon parents living into adulthood, some even coming when the darkness called them. This was something else entirely. Never have I heard of one taking a demon form before. Perhaps father too has plans for the future. This seemed impossible. 

But here she was. Hovering several feet off the floor. Hair losing its color - turning into a stark white sticking out in all directions. Her body started to elongate an inky black spreading from her fingertips to her biceps, her nails sharpening. Her mouth hung open as a silent scream ripped through her throat, teeth looking as if she could rip through a man. In her eyes, a fire broke out -  blue flames sprang to life casting a glow to her face. Her skin had changed now resembling that of porcelain.

  “Extraordinary.” 

Suddenly she collapsed to the floor. The fire has extinguished and she’s stopped thrashing, but she was still breathing.  Her body slowly returns to normal, her clothes ripped at the edges but for the most part held together. It was as if it had never happened. She had fallen into a deep slumber. Nothing remained of her eldritch form, only a streak of white that now took residence in her hair. It was as if nothing happened. 

          The clock chimed. The world beginning to wake with the sun. Let’s hope my timing is not off tonight. I snap my figure a ring of fire erupts in the living room. One of my ghouls appeared in existence. He stiffens at the sight of me, quick to attention. They were always so stiff when they first came to this world.

          “Do you have a name, ghoul?” He seemed surprised that I had asked.

          “Y-yes sir.” The response was quick and unsure of itself. “Nova sir.” 

          “Nova,”  His skin looked like the night sky, his horns sticking up from his head and coming to a sharp point. His hair looked like a dirty mop. His eyes were the only contrast, pure white. Truly nothing stood out about him, he was rather small for a ghoul, and surely others would be a better fit for this task. The clock chimed again, hanging heavy in the air. Dawn is approaching fast.

           A sigh escapes me, “You will have to do I suppose. Now, I have a very important job for you Nova.” I pause looking towards (Y/N), gently picking her up from the ground and turning my gaze to Nova.

          “Sir?” His head tilts in confusion. Clothes slowly materialize on him, his face covered by its mask. 

          “You will be tasked with ensuring the Princess is safe.” 

           Nova looks on in shock, unsure if he should protest against my order. Ultimately deciding to not test how good of a mood I was in, he bows slightly “As you command, my Dark Lord.”  

          A smirk finds its way to my face, “Excellent, now come along. We don’t have much time and we have places to be.” I begin to hand my princess to Nova. 

          “Where are we going?” His question was hurried as I entrusted her to him. 

          “Isn’t it obvious Nova? We’re almost late for church.” My voice is carefree as I snap my figure. Flames overtake us as we begin to fade out of this plain.  

          The Living room soon began to transform into the familiar walls of my church. The tiniest bit of light begins to stream in from the stained glass, the colors begin to spread through the room. The large organ was displayed proudly on the back wall, silver pipes just starting to shine from the light. It does appear that they have gotten the figure of Baphomet fixed, they will be happy to hear that. Darkness took up most of the room, I had some time left. No candles had been lit yet and the Pews remained empty, the bells haven’t even been rung yet, it looks like I’m just a bit too early. 

         “Te l'avevo già detto che non avrei fatto parte delle tue idee a metà, idiota!” An irrorated voice breaks through the calm morning. Ah here they are. 

          “I am truly hurt Cardinal, have you so little faith in me? It is my first mass back from touring, I have to make it one to remember. Besides, you worry too much, you need to relax” The other voice was much more carefree. 

Their steps grew louder the closer they got to the massive doors that separates the Nave from the hallway. Light is spreading through the room, the morning light beginning to cover the darkness. The door begins to open, their bickering continuing. 

          “How can I possibly relax with you constantly pulling me into your theatrics? Even as Papa you always find a way to get me in troub…” The cardinal sentence came to a dead stop, his strides fatling, taking in the sight before him. Papa soon followed behind, wondering what had shocked his companion so.

          “Copia what is… it” Papa’s words failed just as the Cardinals had, “My lord.” he dropped to his knees, head bowed. This seemed to knock the Cardinal from his trance following Papa to his knees. The light had taken up most of the room. 

          I clasp my hands together. Staying in the darkness the sun had yet touched, I began my journey to them. My excitement was on full display,  “Ahh, Papa Gabriele Trezo Emeritus iii and Cardinal Antonio Copia. Truly a pleasure,” 

          The cardinal brought his gaze to mine, uncertainty falling as he spoke, “How… how may we serve you, dark lord?” 

          I came to a stop in front of them, “Please no need for formalities at the moment. There is very little time left and I have a very important task to give. Rise, my sons.” 

Quick to their feet they dare not speak as I continue, “The Antichrist has been set free.” I gesture towards Nova, beckoning him forward. “I am entrusting her safety and her training in the hands of my most loyal followers. She will stay here until destiny calls. When the time comes you will know what to do.” 

          Their eyes never left her form, captivated by her small form. They did not show any fear, only curiosity, the aura that surrounded the three of them held something familiar, as if reaching out to grab onto each other.

 Oh, how interesting. Perhaps fate had been kind in its grace, this will be fun to watch unfold. By now the morning sun had almost completely taken over the room, light taking the shadows. My time had run out. I can feel myself being pulled by the darkness of my realm. 

          “I am afraid my time is up,” Turning my head back to the pair, they have yet to look away from her sleeping body. Nova is protective in his hold, only seeming to tighten the more I fade. Perhaps she truly will be ok here.  

          “And boys,”  This caught their attention, and they looked toward my fading form. “Do take care of my daughter.” They share a look of shock, unsure of what to say. I chuckle, relaxing, allowing myself to be pulled back to the depths of hell. Destiny is now in motion. 

Back to Reader’s P.O.V:

         It’s dark, everything is so dark. 

          I’m floating. Am I dead? I don’t think I am. I can’t feel any of my limbs. I can’t find it in myself to care, it was comfortable wherever this was. I feel like I could sleep for eternity, maybe I can just go back to sleep? 

          “You need to wake up, little one.” A voice broke through the silence.

          What was it talking about? I’m so tired I couldn't even imagine wanting to get up. I’m too comfortable to even consider it. I was completely fine - just five more minutes. 

         “You never make things easy do you? I shouldn't be surprised, your father never did either.” The voice sighs, “Let’s speed this up shall we?” A sharp snap breaks through the silence.

          I gasp for air, jolting my eyes open, throwing my head in any direction it would go. It felt like I was feeling what it was like to be inside of a body for the first time. There was a sound in the distance. It sounded like the ocean. Where am I? Despite being able to move again, there was still no light. 

I start to walk through the void in the direction of the sound. The breeze hits my face, the smell of salt water fresh in the air. Am I at the beach?  I've only ever been to one once in my life when mom and I were living in Maine, I remember how cold it was. But it wasn’t cold here -  It was warm and welcoming it felt like it was hugging me. The faint sound of seagulls made its way to my ears.  

          The closer I get to the sound I can start to make out what looks like a balcony. I’m walking into someone’s house. Stepping out into the open a comforting warmth spread through me. As I looked around I couldn’t help but feel as if I had been here before, there was a familiar feeling to it but I know I had never been here before. The home looked old, almost like it had been in someone’s family for generations, looking Mediterranean in style. It felt lived in despite there being little there. The space wasn’t small but it looked like whoever lived here probably just moved in. Boxes were placed all around the room that the balcony led to. Despite this it was beautiful. 

The balcony was, for the most part, plain. A small dark oak table and some chairs sat in the corner looking like someone was just sitting there. Coffee cups littered on the table and the chairs were pulled out as if someone had just left. Was there anyone here?

“Hel-” I choked out the sound of the ocean cutting me off.   

          I had never seen anything like this before. The last time I had seen the ocean it was overcast and the cold ocean breeze almost froze me to death. This was entirely different, the sunlight bounces off the clear blue, making it shine like it was made of diamonds. It was breathtaking. I could get used to a view like this. 

         “Piccolo topo? Are you alright? You’ve been up here for a while.” A voice arose from inside the room. The voice was deep and incredibly smooth, there was a distinct accent to it. It was warm and welcoming. 

Another voice soon followed, there was also an accent to it but was slightly higher in pitch and was dripping in charm as he spoke, “Si, weren’t you the one that you, and I quote, would die if you didn't eat something in the next hour, il mio tesoro.”

 There was something so familiar about their voices but I don't think I have ever heard them a day in my life. A wave of comfort washed through me and I could feel a smile forming. I could feel a tug in my chest, pulling me towards where they were. 

“Coming,” I yell in their direction, it feels like my body is moving on its own but I didn’t want to stop. I had to be near them but I don’t even know who ‘they’ are. 

         I make it to the door trying to push it open to let myself into the room. It wouldn't budge. In fact, it was as if everything around me had been frozen in time. The breeze had stopped and the waves no longer crashed to the shore. It was as if everything around had been frozen, all sound leaving the scene. Everything was getting impossibly bright, I had to shield my eyes. I was so close to them. I could feel it, but I didn’t know where. I could feel pressure in my hand like someone was holding it - pulling me to them. It was only getting brighter, I couldn’t see anything anymore. Frantically looking around for a sign of anything, it was a voice that broke through. It sounded like it was directly in my ear but that was impossible, no one was near me, 

“Some things are better to experience in the waking world, dear.” Mom? I jerked my head to the side, it was mom. She was far away but it was her, and there was someone else standing there with her, I just couldn’t see who it was. 

         “Mom!? Mom! Wait!” I could feel my legs moving toward them, I’m running but no matter how fast I went they were not getting closer. 

         “It’s time for you to wake up, my little princess. They’re waiting to meet you” Lucifer? He was further away than mom’s voice, what did he mean? I am awake, aren’t I? Who were they? 

         “Wait. What’s going on? Mom! Dad! Wait. Stop. What do you mean” It’s getting dark again. I’m falling through the air again, frantically searching for anything to grab onto. I’m being swallowed whole and I had nothing to save me. I can’t see it but it felt like the ground was nearing, I braced myself waiting for impact. 

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          I wake with a start, almost gasping for air. Fuck, my head is pounding, everything still feels like it's spinning. A deep ringing in my eyes lingered. What happened? The last thing I remember was passing out after shaking Lucifer’s hand, then pain. Wait, Lucifer… Last night… So I’m not dead. Did it happen or was it all a dream? It felt so real. 

         I tried to sit up only to find a weight on my chest and my legs prevented me from stretching out my sore limbs, I could feel the rising and falling of their chests on my body. Something was gripping my hand. There was someone else in bed with me. 

I can feel the panic setting in my chest, I can’t seem to catch a break this week. Groaning, I struggled to bring myself into a sitting position, stirring whatever had been resting on me. They were saying something but I couldn't hear what it was. I was blinded by the light that flooded the room, it took me a second just to get my eyes to focus on anything. When I could finally make out the room I had found myself in, I was stunned. This was not my room. 

         My eyes drift around the room. The space was large with a high ceiling. The walls were made of dark wood in contrast to the beds that lined the wall in front of me.  There were about twelve of them all perfectly made and covered in light gray sheets. The windows took up the top half of the wall, they were lined with what looked like dark gray bricks that looked older than the rest of the room, spanning the length of the room. My eyes drift to the one that was in the center. It was the tallest going all the way from the floor to the ceiling and was made entirely of stained glass. The picture displayed what looked like Lucifer standing watch over those who were unfortunate to be there. It felt like he was looking directly at me. Stunned, my panic subsided for a moment at the sight. I began to take in my surroundings.

         Realization began to dawn on me, last night wasn’t a dream. The events of last night play through my mind, Lucifer appearing, my mom and him telling me everything… My powers. It was all real. It did happen. Was this the Ministry Lucifer was talking about? What about what I saw before I passed out? My hands look the same as they always have. Besides the fact that I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, I feel completely fine. I was so lost in my thoughts that I had completely forgotten that others were in the room with me.

         “Signora, you’re awake” Gently one of the strangers spoke up. The hand that was gripping mine left. The comfort going with it.

 Wait, that voice, I’ve heard it somewhere before. But that can’t be right. 

          Sitting in the chairs that had been placed by my bedside were two strange men. Two very handsome strange men. One was taller than the other, He was dressed in a black cassock. He held a look of concern on his face, his hair slicked back and was a chestnut color with streaks of gray throughout it. A thin line of a mustache rested above his lips. His eyes were adorned with black pain around them, but it was the color of his eyes that stood out. One eye was almost chocolate the other however was absent of all color only the black of his pupils was visible. It was hard to look away from his eyes, they held something so familiar about them, it felt like coming home. 

The man sitting next to him had the same striking eyes, only one eye was a soft green instead of brown. They also felt familiar, almost beaconing me in, telling me never to leave. They stood out on his face, paint covering most of it resembling that of a skull. His hair was black and parted in the middle and was pushed out of his face. He was wearing what looked like tails, his face also had a similar look of concern etched onto his features. I couldn't tell if it was because I hadn’t fully processed what is going on or if it was them; but I wasn’t scared, just more confused than anything. 

         “What happened?” Cringing at my voice, it was coarse and incredibly dry. I would kill for some water right now. 

          “We were hoping you would be able to explain that.” The shorter of the two spoke, his voice hypnotic. He lifted his hand signaling over a lady who seemed to work there.

          She was dressed in what looked like a habit, almost surprised to see that I was awake, “How can I help you, Papa?” 

         “Sorella, if you wouldn't mind fetching Sister Imperator, I’m sure she would love to meet our guest now that she is awake.” His eyes looked into mine, they were intoxicating, and I wanted nothing more than to get lost in them. He looked away a smirk forming on his lips, “And please if you could get our guest a glass of water.”

          “Yes right away Papa.”  Bowing her head as she turned to complete his request. I couldn't help but notice that there was a lift to her voice, almost as if she was flirting with him. 

         The other man rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “I suppose some introductions are in order.” he turned to look towards me, as he cleared his throat. “My name is Copia. I am a cardinal here. And this i-...” The other man interrupted him, a fond irritation forming on Copia’s face.

         “Papa Emeritus iii, but you cara mio, may call me Trezo.” grabbing my hand, and placing a light kiss on my knuckles. I couldn’t help the heat that rose to my cheeks. 

          “(Y/N)” I was flustered by them, there was something I couldn’t place but I just wanted them near me. “Where am I?”

           “You’re in the hospital wing here at the church. You’ve been here for close to a week.” Copia tried his best to lessen the news, an awkward chuckle escaping as he rubbed the back of his head. Something was enduring in his display. I would find it cute if it wasn’t for the bombshell he just dropped. 

          “A WEEK!” I shriek, out of the corner of my eye, I see the candles on the table beside me flicker upwards from my outburst. That can’t be right, how could it have been a week? It was just last night that Lucifer came to my home. 

          “Sì, you gave us quite the scare. The ghoul with you hardly ever left your side. We just convinced him to make himself home in the ghoul quarters.” Trezo’s voice seemed to always hold a carefree nature. 

          “How could it have possibly been a week? He said it would hurt not to knock me out for a fucking week.” My voice is quiet, I would have expected Lucifer to stay till after I woke up to at least explain what was going on. He had time to fucking do his little horror show before introducing himself, but didn't have time to at least tell me of anything else that now suddenly exists. I hardly even know where I am let alone what a ghoul is. Fuck this migraine is getting worse. Bring my hands up to rub my temples I groan. 

         The sudden force of Trezo’s hand on my thigh brought me out of my thoughts. My gaze snaps up to meet his as he rubs circles in a calming motion. There was something so familiar about his touch. It was something I never knew I could crave, I never wanted it to go away. Wait… what was I thinking. I had never met either of these men before in my life. Yet, as I looked between both of them and as they looked back at me… It felt like I had known them my whole life.  

          It was as if that thought had hit me like a train, “I’m sorry I don't want to seem rude, but why are you here?”

 By the looks of it, they’ve been here for a bit. Trezo’s hair looked a bit messy so did Copia’s, their clothes were wrinkled. Their outfits made it seem like they were important parts of the church, surely they had other things to attend to. Yet here they were as if it was the only place they could even think about being. 

         “Well, that is a bit complicated, haha.” Copia began rubbing the back of his head, “ We were the ones your father entrusted to, or in a way we were. He appeared in the main cathedral just before dawn. Trezo and I were on the way to be ready for morning mass when he appeared with your ghoul. He left us with the message to make sure you are safe and taken care of till the time is right. He told us who you were, and rest assured you are safe here but there are still many questions that need answering, I'm afraid.”  He was looking anywhere that wasn't me, it felt like there was something he was leaving out but I didn’t want to push it further. What did Lucifer mean by when the time is right?

          So he also has time for cryptid messages. Good to know. Copia was right though, there were a lot of questions and I did not have the answers to most of them. I was just as in the dark as they were.

          “You’ve caused quite the commotion, bella. It’s not every day we have newcomers, much less one that makes such an entrance. We’ve been taking turns sitting with you, waiting for you to wake up since you arrived. We didn’t want you to wake up alone in a strange place.” There was something earnest in the way Trezo spoke.  I couldn’t help the blush that rose to my cheeks, whatever fear I had was gone. A moment of silence passed over us but it wasn't uncomfortable. We were taking each other in. There was something about them that pulled me in, and I couldn’t help but feel that they felt it too. 

          The rapid sound of footsteps approaching ruined the moment. The newcomers came rushing around the corner soon after, the sister from before following closely behind. The one leading the bunch was an older woman and two older men followed her soon after. The woman was the shortest of the three, hair gray with a stern look on her face. It looked like she never smiled. I’m not sure how the shorter of the two men was even able to keep up. He looked like one good gust of wind could kill him - his eyes were a milky white color. His face was done in a similar fashion to Trezo's. The tallest of the bunch had what looked like it was permanently stuck in a ‘don’t fuck with me’ look, he was baled and had a thin mustache on his face. He had sunglasses covering his eyes and was incredibly intimidating to look out… And they were all coming our way… Great.

         “Sister, please. She has just woken up. I will not allow you to harass my patients.“ The Sister’s protests were hurried, but the new women did not seem to care. She was on a mission and would not rest till she had what she was looking for. This was gonna end well. 

          “Here we go '' Copia's soft remark confirmed my suspicions. The look on his face was one of annoyance as he punched the bridge of his nose. 

          Trezo tightened his grip on my thigh, providing a little bit of comfort. “Aww sister, lovely of you to join us. And I see mio padre e mio fratello has also decided to join you. Always a nice surprise to see you, Secondo.” The carefree nature he had when it was just the three of us now had a sharp edge to it. 

I could see the eye roll from behind the tall guy's glasses, so he must be Secondo. Odd names to have, does that mean that there’s another sibling?  The older man must be Trezo’s father. They came to a stop in front of the bed. The looks they gave me ranged from curiosity to displeasure. 

          It was as if both Trezo and Copia had done a complete 180. They both sat up straight, no longer relaxed. Their faces no longer held their smiles, instead replaced with hard stares towards the newcomers. There was a building tension in the room with each passing moment - A pit was beginning to form in my stomach. My anxiety came back with a vengeance.  

          “...Hello” Fuck, why didn’t I just stay quiet. 

          “It is good to finally awake. We were starting to fear that you weren’t going to wake up.” The older man spoke, “It’s not every day that the Antichrist shows up at our doors. I am Papa Nihil, I see the Cardinal and my son have been keeping you company. What is your name cara?” 

          “We do not know for certain if this girl is truly the antichrist” the woman was quick to correct Nihil, not even giving me a chance to give them my name. So she was the one I was gonna need to convince. 

         “Don’t be rude sister, she hasn’t even been allowed to give her testimony. Now, what is your name piccolo?” The taller man sounded bored, almost unbothered by the way the sister was acting. So this was normal then? Or was he just like that? I couldn't help but shiver under his intense gaze, he was terrifying. 

         “(Y/N)” it was hurried but I wasn’t about to back down, “now it's only fair I get everyone’s name.” 

         “Forgive me, I am Papa Emeritus ii. This is..” 

          The woman interrupted him, “Sister Imperator.” There was something in the look she was giving me I couldn’t place, but I refused to look away. I was not about to show my fear to her. Not after everything I had just been through. “Now why are you here?” a look of disdain falling onto her face with her question. 

         “Isn’t it obvious sister?  (Y/N) has been entrusted to us, and she will be staying here as the dark lord has said.” Trezo cut in. There was something deadly in the way he spoke. While he still had his smirk there was something else under the surface of it. 

         “I would strongly advise against it, Papa. Some random girl shows up unconscious with a demon and a ghoul. Does this not seem a little strange to anyone else?” 

         “I am aware of the circumstances but I also was there, and so was the Cardinal. We know what we saw. There is nothing to question here regarding the legitimacy of who she is.”

          “Who is to say this demon was truly our Dark lord?”

          “Are you questioning my judgment Sister?”  

          “No, of course not. We do however have rules Papa, as you like to forget, these are very questionable circumstances. We should be thorough with our questioning before blindly making a decision.”

          I feel like I should interject, this has been going on for a minute and it didn’t seem like either was going to back down. It was almost a display of power, to see who was truly in charge here. No one seemed to give it much thought. did this happen often then? I took a breath sitting up more, ready to make my case but I was beaten to it. 

          “Perhaps we should allow her to tell us what happened, there is still more to this story that we don’t have answers to.” Copia broke through their bickering, gesturing to me to begin my story. 

           I hesitate, meeting Copia’s eyes offering me the slightest bit of reassurance. He nodded telling me to speak. 

“Well… It all started when…”  The events of that night spilled from my lips as I explained what had happened. I left no detail out: I had told them of what had happened the night before, how Lucifer had appeared in my apartment. I told them what Lucifer had told me, about how I needed to learn to control my abilities, and how it was unsafe for me to be in the open anymore. There was a moment of silence after I finished, everyone seemed to have their thoughts on the matter. 

          “And what proof do you have on the matter?” Imperator’s voice was cold like ice, still not convinced by my account. 

          “Is what Papa and I saw not proof enough in the matter Sister?” Copia questioned, coming to my defense. 

           “This is not the first time someone has shown up on our doorstep claiming to be the Antichrist, nor will it be the last, Cardinal. There has already been a rise in supernatural activity around the world. Even if one of her parents were of supernatural descent, she will only be a beacon to those who don’t much care for what we represent. It is incredibly foolish to allow her to stay here unless it is truly the wishes of Lucifer himself.” She was quick to shoot him down, I could feel a twitch of anger forming in my chest at the way she spoke to him. Deep breaths calm down and remember what Lucifer said, I need to keep calm. 

          “Yes but sister, this is the first that an actual demon has brought its offspring to us. That cannot be a mere coincidence.” Secundo interrupted her, still looking deep in thought. “I don't doubt her story, the signs have been clear for quite some time. She has been sent here for a reason. I am more than willing to teach her but it will be no easy feat. I don't believe there is much choice in the matter. I have only heard stories of what happens to those like her if left to their own devices. They never end well.” There was little emotion in his voice as he spoke. Trezo and Copia seemed to go stiff at his warning. 

          “He does have a point, Sistor, the circumstances are extraordinary.” Nihil finally spoke up, looking towards Imperator. 

         “Yes but what of the safety of the abbey?” Sister Imperator's response was impatient, almost not looking for an answer. Her stance dared anyone to challenge her. 

         It was Trezo who spoke up “We have more than enough keeping us protected Sister, if need be we can put more ghouls around the place, more protection markings around the Abbey. We cannot just kick her out with no real way to protect her.”  

        “Her presence here would only further put a target on our back. She cannot stay here.” she dismissed him with a wave of her hand. 

         Trezo stood from his chair, his patience finally leaving him. His hand left its place on my thigh. “I’d watch your tone with me. Need I remind you, Sister I am Papa, I am the one who’s in charge here not you.” His aura was dangerous, he was the complete opposite of the man who I had just met. If it wasn't for the circumstances the change would have left me feeling a completely different way.  

         Copia stands from his chair to stand behind Trezo, gently grabbing his shoulder, “Trezo…” It was a warning, telling him to calm down before this escalated further. Trezo relaxed slightly but his body remained rigid, ready to jump to my defense at any moment. 

        Imperator refusing to back down. “And I will tell you that it is foolish to jeopardize everything based on what some halfbreed is telling us.” Her words were cold and full of venom, I was taken aback by her words. What did she just call me?

         This is the match that finally sparked the argument. Chaos started to erupt around me as I looked on helplessly. Everyone was yelling at the other trying to get their point across, even Copia had joined in on the yelling. The pressure that had been growing in my chest only seemed to be getting harder to push down. The only one truly opposed to me staying being Imperator. Secondo said I could learn to control this, he would make sure of it. I haven’t even been here long enough to cause any issues but Imperator was determined to ensure that I would not stay there. 

          It was getting too much. I feel like I can’t breathe, everything is just too loud. I can feel my heart hammering out of my chest, my breathing was starting to come out in quick irregular breaths. This needs to stop, everyone needs to shut up. I just need it to be quiet so I can think. The rising pressure grows with each passing moment. 

          The windows around me begin the rattle, I can see the fire in the room beginning to rise with my breathing. Ooh no. I hadn’t even noticed the chaos around me quieting. “Bella, are you alright?” Copia’s voice breaks through my breakdown, hand coming to gently rest on my arm. 

          The pressure in me finally snapped, I could feel the pulse that went through me. The shattering of glass filled the room as well as the groans of the gathering around me. All of the windows had been shattered excluding the stained glass of Lucifer, his eyes feeling as if they were baring into my soul. The candles still standing as if nothing happened, the flames hanging high in the air. The force of the blast sent everyone to the ground, excluding Copia who had been pushed into the wall behind us. There was a shift in the air as everyone began to stand to their feet. They all held their look of shock, almost not sure how to react to what just happened.

           "As I said Sister, this is no ordinary case. If what myself and the Cardinal saw is not proof enough for you then surely that was.” Trezo’s voice grew colder with every word he spoke, his eyes bored into the sister, “She will be staying here. Secondo will see to her training. And we will do everything in our power to make sure she is safe. It is Lucifer’s command as it is mine. Have I made myself clear?” He was no longer the carefree man I had met moments earlier, no, Trezo’s voice held venom to it and a commanding aura had taken over him. He was a man of power and he knew it, he was no longer playing this game. 

           Her icy staring turned to meet me. If looks could kill, I would be dead. “Yes, very clear your eminence.” Still holding the same chilling voice, bowing slightly before she stormed out of the room. Barking to the siblings that had come to see what all the noise was about to clean up the mess, completely disappearing from view. 

          “Welcome to the Satanic Church, your grace.” Nihil's hoarse welcome did little to ease the tension in the room, he smiled before he began his journey back to the depths of the Abbey. At this point the room was filling with other members of the clergy, all wondering what the 

          “Looks like I will have work cut out for me.” Secundo chuckled, a ghost of a smile on his face as he turned to leave. “We begin Monday morning, I expect you in my office by the time the morning bells finish ringing. Don’t be late.” Shooting a pointed look that sent shivers down my spine before exiting the room. Why does he have to be so scary? 

           I fell back into bed, I didn’t realize how exhausted I still was. The room was getting incredibly loud and my head still felt like it was spinning. The reality of the situation is finally dawning on me. What have I gotten myself into?

           As if sensing my discomfort, Copia grabs my hand, rubbing soothing circles into the skin, “If you would like to sleep, you should. We can give you some space bella ragazza.” He nodded toward Trezo, as they both began to leave. 

           I don’t know what came over me but my hand shot up to grab his arm, stopping him before either of them could get too far. “No. Stay. Please. I just really don’t want to be alone right now.” They shared a look of surprise, neither went to leave but they didn't say anything either. 

“I completely understand if you have other things to attend to. You don't even know me. I’m sorry, that was probably a dumb request.” I stammer out trying to backtrack.  

           “Of course, we will stay.” Trezo cut me off, a genuine smile gracing his lips. “If you will excuse me for just a moment. The job does come with some perks sometimes” He winked as he began to disperse the growing crowd. Copia took his place back in his seat, going back to rubbing circles on my hand. My heart fluttered as a soft smile formed on my face. 

            Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

Translations: 

Te l'avevo già detto che non avrei fatto parte delle tue idee a metà, idiota! - I already told you I wouldn't be tricked into your half thought ideas, idiot! 

Piccolo topo - Little Mouse

il mio tesoro - My treasure

cara mio - my dear

Bella - pretty

mio padre e mio fratello - my father and brother 

Cara - Dear

Piccolo - little one 

bella ragazza - beautiful girl

[theratboyking]

"Softly Into The Night" teaser:

So here's the thing, the yule/Christmas one shot I was writing had turned into like and actual idea and I actually ended up writing a whole like three parts and still have more I want to do with it. I will be posting the first two parts on Sunday. I plan to have at least one chapter out every Sunday, but who knows school is gonna be starting up again but figures crossed. So I am here to give everyone a preview of the first chapter/prologue of my new series "Softly Into The Night."

Throwing my bag on the rack I keep by the door, flipping the switch to turn the lights on… Nothing. I groan, flipping the switch a couple times just for safe measure. Well shit. The darkness I was met with did little to help with the fear I was already feeling, mentally punching myself. I could have sworn I paid the electric bill. Today just keeps getting better and better. Quietly I removed my shoes, cautiously beginning my way to the living room. I hesitate right before I enter, almost convinced that someone would be sitting waiting for me. Even if  there is, there is no way I wasn't going to go down without a fight. I take a deep breath bracing myself. As fast as I could I rounded the corner ready to fight any possible intruder, only to be met with the sight of my empty couch and TV. There was no sign anyone had broken in. Just like out there, everything is exactly how it was when I left this morning. Ok, maybe I am just paranoid. Just the effects of having a bad day today, that's what it has to be. Relaxing with every small step I take to my room, laughing nervously as I go. I just need to go to bed. I have to be at work in less than six hours and I still need to take a shower. I continue to make my way to my room lost in my thoughts.

“Hello, my dear.” A low infernal rumble surrounded me, sounding as if it was fading in and out of the silence of the room it was trapped in. My breath catches in my throat. My eyes go wide as realization dawns on me… I was not alone.

Oh fuck.

 I twisted around to see the figure that somehow went unnoticed. I stumbled back towards, falling when I tripped over the coffee table. The scream that left my body sounded like it came out of a horror film as I tried to make it to my feet. This is it. This is how I’m gonna die isn't it? I could see what looked like blue flames floating in the darkness of the hallway I had come from. Oh fuck.

Fuck, I am not about to die letting my mom be right. Regaining my balance I look around desperately trying to find a way to escape or at least defend myself. He took up the space of the hallway that led to my door. I couldn't run. I couldn't go out the window either, I lived on the seventh and my building's fire escape couldn't handle my weight being so unkept. I couldn’t escape. Fighting it is. Grabbing the lamp from the coffee table, I bring myself to a fighting possession ready to defend myself from the intruder. I stood my ground, I would not show whoever this is the satisfaction. My display seemed to amuse him, a deep chuckle emerging from the hallway, the two blue orbs getting brighter the closer he got. He entered soon after, filling the room with his impossible form, the moonlight from the window draped his figure with each step he took towards me. 

He was abnormally tall and his body was unnaturally thin. It was the massive pair of wings stretching from his back that seemed to take up the most space. They looked like they had almost been scorched, the bottoms glowing with dying flames. His face was almost too perfect, skin impossibly smooth like it had never seen a blemish a day in its life. His eyes danced with blue flames,  piercing into my very soul, lips stretched in a gentle smile. His gaze held something familiar about it, like he knew everything there is to know about me, all my deepest darkest secrets. His hair almost looked like starlight casted a halo around his head, coming to rest halfheartedly around his shoulders. His body seemed to flare around him, not really looking like it had a shape to it.  The abnormally perfect skin poking out marking the distinct shapes of where his arms and legs should be, speaks of silver shining throughout the black void that made up the rest of his body. His movement was unnaturally smooth, making his body appear almost motionless as he made his way to me. He was unsettling to look at but it was impossible to look away. Why the fuck didn’t I listen to mom. He came to a stop in front of me, looking from my face to my makeshift weapon. The void that was his body taking up more space as he scratched what looked like his hand, gently taking the lamp from my hand. I couldn't seem to put up a fight, my body refusing to move in his presence. He looked at it in amusement before placing it back where it went. His gaze turns back to my eyes. My breath catches in my throat. 

“You’ll have to do better than this if you truly wish to stand a chance against me my darling.” His voice is low and smooth like honey sounding like each word would build on itself hanging heavy in the air until it faded out. Amusement and wonder making its way to what should be his face, almost waiting to see what I would do next. Who does this creature think he is? Was he toying with me before it ended me? A sick display for his amusement? I refuse to play his game. “If you’re going to kill me just get it over with.” my voice cold, my anger rising with each passing moment. He seemed confused by my statement, head tilting to the side  “Kill you? No, I am not here to kill you.” He pauses, bowing his head, “I am simply here to meet the daughter who was stolen from me.”

[theratboyking]

Hello :)

I am happy to be back after not really writing anything for most of this year, this is my new blog for all things ghost related. I really hope to have my first fic back to be done by tonight, and boy let me tell you this is very self indulgence but I really hope you guys like it. So stay tune for the tonight.

[p0piaz]

Copia is 100% embarrassed and confused