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[ adam @ lucifer ] ❛ she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword. ❜

meme // accepting.

     “Women, huh?” His voice boomed, his ears twitched as a half-hearted smirk took over his lips. “Always out to get someone. Y’know what they say, can’t live with ‘em, can’t burn ‘em alive, or whatever.” He knew who the kid was, of course he knew, but this was new territory for Satan. He had created the child, the Devil did not create, he destroyed. It was strange, to be on Earth in his true form again. It was like stepping outside naked, although Satan lacked the shame to feel exposed, it was certainly a different sensation. 

     “When she finds that sword, hohoho…” His long, sharpened nails scratched at the underside of his chin. “Shit’s gon’na kick off. An’ it ain’t gon’na be pretty.” 

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various starters

❛  you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep.  ❜

❛  hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice.  ❜

❛  never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive.  ❜

❛  death is the only god that comes when you call.  ❜

❛  I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me.  ❜

❛  the sun will rise and we will try again.  ❜

❛  we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes.  ❜

❛  I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating.  ❜

❛  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ❜

❛  she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword.  ❜

❛  don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying.  ❜

❛  she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening.  ❜

❛  magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is.  ❜

❛  I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.  ❜

❛  they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws.  ❜

❛  all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.  ❜

❛  what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself.  ❜

❛  how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.  ❜

❛  you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.  ❜

❛  I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire.  ❜

❛  you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now.  ❜

❛  you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous.  ❜

❛  she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin.  ❜

❛  it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave.  ❜

❛  she looks like divine absolution.  ❜

❛  I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget.  ❜

❛  be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten.  ❜

❛  you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself.  ❜

❛  I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for.  ❜

❛  never run back to what broke you.  ❜

❛  I was quite, but not blind.  ❜

❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜

❛  we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.  ❜

❛  do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  ❜

❛  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut.  ❜

❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜

❛  you can’t save people, you can only love them.  ❜

❛  I came, I saw, I made it awkward.  ❜

❛  we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like.  ❜

❛  you’re always one decision away from a different life.  ❜

❛  my brain has too many tabs open.  ❜

❛  I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people.  ❜

❛  there’s no ‘we’ in fries.  ❜

❛  apology accepted, trust denied.  ❜

❛  death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.  ❜

❛  life happens. coffee helps.  ❜

❛  I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.  ❜

❛  I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.  ❜

❛  very early in my life it was already too late.  ❜

❛  is that a threat or are you flirting with me.  ❜

❛  was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives?  ❜

❛  I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.  ❜

❛  I do bad things, and I do them very well.  ❜

❛  you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted.  ❜

❛  they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you.  ❜

❛  drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart.  ❜

❛  good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught.  ❜

❛  a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart.  ❜

❛  no airbag, we die like men.  ❜

❛  true evil is, above all, seductive.  ❜

❛  it takes more courage to suffer than to die.  ❜

❛  you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once.  ❜

❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜

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shesboundtolose‌.

       “ I don’t know. I’m not really one who wants a whole lot… ”  Barking up the wrong tree there, guy, she wanted to say.

    “Boy,” he sighed out smoke from his cigarette, his breath reeked. “You must be fun at parties. Everybody wants something -- I ain’t just talkin’ material, shit, we could sit here and talk material ‘till the cows come home. I mean deep down, y’know? In your heart-of-hearts, or whatever.” 

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dxspereaux‌.

“Fuck no.” Virgil repeated, head nodding and lips pursed. The man was at least in one piece despite the copious amounts of what Virgil assumed to be quickly drying blood along his chest. Virgil guesses he’s a criminal of sorts or a lunatic but as death is the ultimate slumber and Virgil’s running on empty in the sleep department, it’s not really deterring him from giving him a lift.

Plus now he’s mentioned crazy shit and if anyone knew that well enough it was him. “…Crazy shit. Alright.” Virgil reaches out to unlock the passenger side door, opening it up. “I know a motel off this highway, uh, I’ll see if I can get you a room since I mean…Think the management would turn you away at the door. No offense.”

Virgil barely bats a lash at the movement in his backseat or the flickers of faces that appear behind the man’s back. Everyone’s got their ghosts and Virgil just had the unfortunate pleasure of being able to see them. “I understand crazy shit. Just as long as there’s no more crazy shit in this car, it’s fine.” 

Jimmy glanced at his driver, he had assumed he was going to be walking, despite his apprehension at what sort of psycho would pick up a dude like him, he was grateful. He could smell smoke, a smell that the previous month had proven only he could smell. He glanced in the rear-view mirror. Fuck. The silhouette was all he needed to know it was him -- his ghost. “Don’t worry friend, the craziness is ‘bout two miles back that way. Feds were there for some reason. Managed to get the fuck out’ta dodge.” He murmured. 

“The Jimmy I knew,” Brad said, even the sound of his voice was grating. “Would’ve torn this chump out’ta the car, told him he was lucky to still be alive, an’ hauled ass. The hell happened to you man? You used to be fun.” The specter spat. Jimmy’s eye’s darted to the back-seat, but his body did not move. He wasn’t going to entertain what he assumed were simply voices in his head. “No witnesses, no regrets, that’s what you used to say, right?” Although trying his best to ignore Brad, he looked pensive -- it was difficult to tell if he was angry, or if he just always looked incredibly pissed off, truth was he was just tired of his bullshit. 

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dxspereaux‌.

It matters little to Thoth who’s watching the Earth– he’s not asking anyone to supervise his work. All he knows is that the job must be completed, and seeing as a god of truth can’t exactly lie, Thoth couldn’t just idly sit back and let his job fall to the wayside. 

As Satan catches on, that smug smile of Thoth’s makes an appearance. “Yes, this is about The Four– good on you for catching up.” His humor ends there as he watches with indifferent eyes at the other’s assistant. Always with the theatrics, wasn’t he? It’s nearly as bad as all the times he has to go visit a trickster god (at least Satan hasn’t resorted to making bird jokes at his expense).

Thoth just stares as the other rambles, perhaps understanding a little better as to why he had such an early exit from his former occupation– he’s insufferable. “I am almost positive that whatever you have to say in your little presentation is not going to sway my stance on you tightening your reins on The Four until the end is actually nigh.”

“Thoth, Thoth, Thoth!” Satan proclaimed, “you’re a fair man. You understand there are some things that need to be set in motion... Take for example War, you know him, right?” He pressed clicker, the powerpoint presentation (all of which was written in Comic Sans) flicked through it’s pages until he reached War, Jimmy Hopkins. “This guy is the lowest of the low, and you know -- I didn’t kill his dad.” Satan leaned on his cloven hoof, his sharpened nails pointing upwards, “we both know who decided that.” 

He waved his hands around, gesticulating as he talked. “I didn’t make him run away, I didn’t make him stab that woman, I didn’t make him start murdering for the Mafia, it ain’t my fault the guys body-count’s in the low hundreds. I gave him his power, yeah, and sure, that might be attracting some of my Earth-based... Creations, but it always does. Hell, I haven’t even met the kid yet. An’ when I do, it’ll be my job to do what I’ve been doing for millennia. Get him to see things from my point of view.” He slid back into his chair, picked his cigar back up from the ash-tray. “What I’m sayin’ is, I think your ideas of my involvement is... Overstated. World’s comin’ to an end chief, destination’s the same, why’s it matter how we get there, huh? An’ sure, I’m guilty of maybe manipulating things to my advantage, but these guys -- they’re acting of their own free will.” He’s Satan, do you really think he’d tell the truth? 

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dxspereaux‌.

Didi smirks, a hum lodged in her throat as she watches the other marvel at the sight. “Yeah…yeah, it’s pretty.” She’s seen an orange sun before and like the other woman, she’s been a number of places as well. Right now, it’s more interesting to see how the other seemed to grow so fond over the scene than the actual scene itself; maybe it’s no longer as marvelous once you’ve seen it a few times. “I don’t think it’s spooky. Just fiery. Like it’s finally close enough that you could actually see it’s made of, hm.”

Of course, she’s more curious about this new face. “You said you’ve been around the world– like really? You’ve been everywhere? Even I haven’t been everywhere yet…”

Nights like those made her feel like the world was about to end, spooky might’ve been the wrong word -- apprehensive would’ve been closer to how she felt. Every night meant a new day, and when you’ve been going as long as Dee had, it all blurred into one. “The way it bleeds into the sky -- that heat... I know it’s silly to apply such emotion to, to something... So scientific.” She was scatterbrained at best, she tripped over her own thoughts just trying to find how it really made her feel. It was important to her, that through the years she didn’t become numb to it all. “What is it they say? Red sky at night, shepherds delight, red sky in the morning, shepherds warning. But it doesn’t... Feel like that.” She let out a frustrated sigh, she wasn’t making herself clear. 

“Oh, yes. It wasn’t anything conscious -- and I’m sure there’s some little nooks I’ve not explored yet. Curiosity and an abundance of time.” She settled sometimes, but it never lasted. She had began as a wanderer, it was baked into her nature. 

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dxspereaux‌.

Thoth would usually insist that he held nothing but the utmost respect for his fellow beings– regardless of which manner of lore they came from– but Satan truly was a piece of work. Which in turn only further soured Thoth’s mood. “I have heard—” And he didn’t care. What? Was he meant to take a day off because a few of the big players decided it was high time the Apocalypse started? Thoth has never once taken a holiday in his eons of living. 

“And yes, when it is the exact time for that, you may run amuck as you so wish– but it is my job to ensure the scales are aligned…before that happens.” It was a very important job, he’d like to add but he doesn’t think Mr. Moo over here would appreciate it. “Every human is meant to be given the same amount of fortune and misfortune before making the final judgment to whether they devote their lives to you or the man upstairs.” He sounds exasperated mainly because he truly believes he could convince Satan to play fair. 

Satan cackled. Who did this guy think he was? “Look man, the days of alignment? They went out the fucking window the second God got distracted by that fucking -- talking cheetah he made or whatever the fuck he’s up to these days, ‘cos he sure as shit ain’t payin’ attention to Earth. ‘Least not as much as he used to -- I think the guy’s going through a midlife crisis. Which is weird, ‘cos I invented midlife crisis’s.” He had gotten off-track, something Satan was known to do. Poor guy had a shit attention span, always did. 

At the mention of humans, he frowned, heavily. “This is about the four, isn’t it? I need them. You know that I have no power on Earth -- not yet. See, it’s all laid out in the -- I’ll show you, SUSAN! SUSAN GET THE FUCK IN HERE!” A woman came rushing in, pushing a projector. She didn’t have a head, the stump was still spurting blood. She was pushing a projector, she pushed it straight into the wall at the other end of the room. “Jesus fucking Christ.” Satan murmured. “That’s fine, Susan.” The headless woman tried exiting the room, but bumped on nearly every wall and surface on her way out. “Have to do everything my fucking self around here.” He murmured as he set up the projector. “You’re gon’na love this, I’m tellin’ ya’, this got a standing O at the last big conference, then I talked one of those tight angel bitches into giving me a handy, really was a winning day for me.” 

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Two cars ahead of him had already slowed down for the drifter before immediately speeding off upon regarding his bloodied appearance– So it’s pretty safe to assume that Virgil wasn’t the only one to see him and that he wasn’t exactly a spirit.

Still, he didn’t look good. Virgil’s seen enough ghosts of people who have had their throat cut to know what that looked like. If this guy wasn’t a ghost now, he’s really, really close to becoming one. Which is perhaps why Virgil is the first to stop. He squints, as usual, out the passenger side window to take a look at the other. As Virgil would put it, it ain’t pretty. 

“…So, uh…listen.” Virgil isn’t a brave man, just a tired one. One who’s been “seeing dead people” all his life. And if anything, this guy was pretty tame compared to some of the gnarled messes of spirits he’s come to see on a daily basis. Mr. Freeman who accidentally fell into wood chipper last year? Yeah, Virgil sees that guy’s mangled spirit like a human-shaped bag of flesh walking down on Fifth street; this guy is tame. “I’m guessing you need a hospital. huh?” It’s a dumb question but Virgil thinks he’s got to be some kind of stupid to give this man a lift in the first place.

Blood didn’t bother Jimmy, he’d seen enough of it in his life, the issue was the black bile. Christ, that stuff stunk. A car slowed down, sped up again, a car slowed down, zoomed past. Finally, a car stopped. Jimmy held onto the window frame for stability, and as the man had asked, he listened. “Fuck no.” Came Jimmy’s callous response, practically spat. “I...” What the fuck was he supposed to say? How in the ever loving fuck was he supposed to explain this bullshit to some Joe Public. This was next level bullshit. 

“I’m fine, look.” He moved the raggedy clothes. He did have a scar across his throat, but it looked old, as if he’d had his throat slit ten years prior. He needed a drink. He needed a line, he needed a fucking gun. He was wearing elasticated trousers and shoes with no laces, he knew this didn’t look good by any stretch of the imagination. “There was... Something happened... I was already in a hospital it was...” Don’t say anything about monsters. Don’t say shit. “Some crazy shit just went down -- I only just got out... You take me to the nearest motel? Shit, I’ll even take the nearest bus stop. Anywhere but here.” 

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dxspereaux‌.

Viola’s face screwed up, ready to sob at any given moment– not so much from her cut, actually a scratch mark, but due to the lifeless form of the sparrow she had caught. “I–I didn’t mean to–” She never does, that childish anger flaring up at times when she felt attacked being the cause of the poor bird’s death. “I’m s–sorry.”

Even after so long senseless death still churned her stomach. The big ones, the ones upstairs and downstairs, they didn’t understand the sanctity of life. She took the bird from the stranger. It was limp, neck broken, Death cupped it in her hands. “Watch.” She blew into her hands, then stroked the bird gently with the back of her fingers. It’s eyes took on life, it’s form became warm again. Death allowed the bird to stand up on the edge of her finger. It chirped and sang. “See? Lucky for you these creatures cannot comprehend revenge.” 

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                 don’t they know? it’s the end of the world                           it ended when you said goodbye!!

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dxspereaux‌.

It’s truly sad how the scales almost always become imbalanced due to wrongdoing instead of good deeds; visiting the Vatican to belittle the Pope was never as insufferable as it was to pay the occasional visit to this…beast. And no, he doesn’t call him a beast due to his general appearance but because of the beastly manner in which he carries himself (as well as the scent of brimstone that follows him around). 

“I do not cut anyone slack. That is not in my job description nor do I have the capacity to do so.” Thoth has often been regarded in his own pantheon as well as others as a general buzzkill. “And I understand that you have been…working hard,” Although he’d like to point out that sex positions and writing music lyrics didn’t sound much like work. “I am just suggesting it was high time you lay low. Just for a brief moment until the Order can be restored– consider it a temporary vacation.”

The prince of darkness put his bucket of chicken down and pulled a cigar out his desk. He sparked it with a blue flame that emanated from his finger and puffed away. He didn’t seem to be paying attention until Thoth mentioned a temporary vacation. “Uh-uh. No can do.” He shifted in his seat, pulling his hooves off the desk. He seemed awful pleased with himself, with his work. “Sounds like you haven’t heard...” 

He put his arms on the table, clasping his hands. “God wants to “thin the heard”, if you know what I mean. We’re talkin’ --” confetti dropped from the ceiling, pink strands of paper burning up in Satan’s orbit. Queue jazz-hands. “-- Apocalypse now, baby! Course, I’m just a yes-man in shit like this, but I got some big ideas comin’ up. Big ideas.” 

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@shesboundtolose

     “Say you could have anything -- anything in the entire world, what’d you choose?” 

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@wiltpetals

     “You realize how fucking busy I am? I got shit going on in Yemen, I got the whole USA shit, the pending apocalypse, an’ still I take five minutes out my day to grace you with my impeccable fucking presence. I miss the days when folks like you would piss themselves just looking at me.” 

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@dxspereaux

     She was purposefully staring into the distance, the sun had turned a violent orange. It was harsh, she had to squint. “You know, I’ve been around the world a few times. Don’t think I’ve ever seen the sky go that colour. It’s pretty, don’t you think? Sort of spooky -- but pretty nonetheless.” 

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@dxspereaux

     Shit had hit the fan. He thought he’d escaped it; all the bullshit insanity that his life had devolved into. He had two options, option number one was what he was holding out for; he had gone completely insane. His mind had imploded in on itself after one too many lines. Unfortunately, option number two was he was totally lucid, that those long creatures that had attacked the mental institution were real, that he had somehow survived having his throat torn out. He was in a bind. With dried bile and blood drenched down the front of his ripped shirt, still wearing pants with an elasticated waist-band and shoes with no laces. He jutted his thumb out. Jimmy apparently didn’t get the memo that escaped psychos covered in blood rarely got lifts from strangers. 

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@dxspereaux

      “You should not be so careless.” Although she devoted herself to purity of life beyond all other measures, the predilections the beings she herded to the after life did fascinate her so. “Come here, let me look at you, child.” They may have not been a child, but they were all children to her. It was only a graze, but seeing anything in pain tugged at her non-existent heart-strings.