"How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!" LUCIFER 𝑿𝑽. 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳
i feel neither like a child nor an adult. i am a botched, failed creature, combining the worst qualities of each. all the helplessness and dependency of a child, with the cynicism and despair of an adult.
every family has a myth for the young to inherit —— an undocumented fable passed between mouths, an illness to be contracted —— as if the very words were a blight to infect the youth with and let them know they're now welcome into the fold.
"Just bored and needed entertainment."
"You just found out, Brother?"
⠀kid , get off the ground. spit your blood , and bare your teeth; go down a savage , go down fighting.
"You wouldn't exist here if you try to fight me."
❝ you are correct — you and me have never fought before . i haven't fought every demon that's ever existed . ❞
Confused blinks from the monarch. "Central flame? And those flying sack of shits call you when I'm being too much? I've never seen you in my life."
i was the one that the other angels called on when you were being too much . in this era under the Central Flame , however ... i cannot guarantee it would let me slay freely .
"What is this with so many heavenly beings suddenly following me???"
"Yes, we exist, so what?"
⠀⠀⠀ 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 ⠀⠀⠀ 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
Surprisingly enough, the monarch wasn't there to corrupt. He was simply there to observe out of boredom and to enjoy the mortal realm's night view. Just because his father banned him from ever seeing the light again, that doesn't mean he can't see the stars and the moon, correct?
kind he is, still — even though he can see through the deception . what business does the prince have here ? to corrupt ?
"Damn right, I am! Who could outdo my beauty?" He then slowly looked at her up and down. "You, though? You might stand a chance." He said, a mischievous grin adorning his face as he said so.
a soft laugh from the archangel, combing through his hair. revelling his feathery locks. " you look beautiful regardless. "
"Arguably the perks of depression. But yes. You do get soft luscious locks as one of your perks if you're God's favourite." His lips curled into a soft smile next. "I used to keep it short."
humming quietly, her comb detangling any hairs. " is this one of the perks of being god's favorite .ᐣ "
He's reading the bible as she was doing so.
He's quietly standing among them, disguising himself as a hooker.
hanging out with truck stop hookers & junkies . sharing stories as all good friends do.
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