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replacebase · 2 years ago

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conservativemart · 2 years ago

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godihatethiswebsite · 2 days ago

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Tethered Bonds

✽ Poly 141 x f!reader (Omegaverse AU)

A lucky stroke of fate led you right into the arms of your alpha soulmates. But is it everything you dreamed it would be or just the continuation of a nightmare?

Main Masterlist ✽ Ao3

✽ Part Six - The ping

I can't even begin to tell you how shitty things have been on my end of the screen, but for those of you who don't stalk my tumblr for updates just know that my health has been on an ever downward spiral and it is a challenge for me every day to do the things I love - writing included. I'm so sorry it has taken so long for y'all to get a peep outta me, but I hope you're still out there because this story and you all bring me happiness even in the darkest times.

Trigger Warnings: depression

You’d been staring at your phone for the past thirty minutes.

Unblinking.

Shallowed breaths.

Regarding the thing like an elephant would a mouse.

The item itself was an innocent thing, really; just a complex bit of clever machinery constructed by some of the twentieth century’s most innovative minds. Technology that once struggled to fit inside a vast room at NASA that now came compact for your convenience, fitting snuggly inside jean pockets – just not the kind designed for women – and getting lost between couch cushions at the exact wrong time for the ringer to be left on silent.

And it’s pretty, too, all wrapped up in a sparkly case with chibi pastel dinosaurs, the purple metal beneath showing through the clear acrylic protection. A hairline fracture in the screen protector annoyed you at times, but as it did nothing to hamper the effectiveness of the touchscreen you kept pushing its replacement further down the road.

You had a couple games on it – cozy ones meant to distract, a cheerful bird to lift your spirits, an alpha harem from years past that you couldn’t bring yourself to break up with (or justify deleting the save file after investing so much money in their special cards). Options for mindless scrolling. A music app for all your playlists. Handful of streaming services that you still mooched off from back home. A library of treasured books you kept revisiting and a wishlist a mile long of ones you’d get to eventually.

Harmless.

Helpful.

Fun at times.

Nothing ominous at all about the pale blue notification light flashing ten times slower than your current heart rate.

You’d initially clocked the message waiting in your inbox as you unplugged it from the charger, ignoring your phone per usual to go about your lethargic morning routine, focusing all your lacking brain power on just getting through a meager breakfast first. Honestly you’d almost forgotten about it after that, curled up in bed with your few remaining swigs of tea, whirring laptop open in front of you, pointer finger on the touchpad scrolling aimlessly for something comfortable to watch – but not too comfortable that you’d find yourself painfully bored a mere twenty minutes in and fall predictably back on your mindless phone apps as the ever reliable crutch to hobble through the monotonous day instead.

Of course, as was the case with so many times past, banal routine kicked in partway through the first episode which left your palm itching for the familiar electronic, ignoring the resigned twinge in the back of your mind that muttered defeat in favor of an even shallower distraction than a fourth rerun.

The pale blue dot thrummed steadily in the upper righthand corner, a small but helpful reminder that someone had been waiting on the other side of the screen – not that you’d been purposefully ignoring them for the better part of an hour. Most everyone who had you in their contacts knew to expect delayed response times depending on how functioning your symptoms allowed you to be on any given day.

(Still didn’t help the guilt that settled in your stomach when you eventually remembered to text back after hours of forgetfulness. Your fathers shouldn’t have to have such patient hearts with you.)

The curve of the ceramic mug pressed against your lips gave your mouth something to nom on as your thumb mindlessly swiped at the notification. There was an eighty five percent chance at this point in the day that it was a picture from Chloe sharing her work-in-progress on the eighteenth century William Blake restoration that had been the focus of her vexation for the better part of a week (watercolor fairies were apparently not as fun to color match as she’d initially believed). That or it was a tiktok from your father asking if a christmas cookie recipe looked edible enough for the picky palate of his discerning other half. God forbid the alpha tasted flavors along with his heaping helping of dark chocolate chips. You loved the man dearly, but he seriously needed to broaden his horizons beyond what he ate as a scraggly teenager.

With those options in mind, you didn’t really register the name as you tapped the text open.

Your brow furrowed a few words in. There was no picture; no link. Only a handful of words that didn’t make sense in the context you were expecting. Not even glancing up to the previous message sent a few days prior gave you any hint at recognition or clarity, just befuddling you further as a small pear emoji stared blankly back at you.

The fuck?

The noise in your throat matched the look on your face. It was one of those annoying moments where blaming your brain fog for the initial confusion felt perfectly justified… right up until the point your eyes finally drifted northward and skimmed over the name of the sender.

There was a pause as your brain processed the combination of letters, short as they were. A name you’d only seen written down once on the side of a coffee cup. A name that invoked memories of crisp air and snowflakes and a shot of rich adrenaline.

The sweet taste of longing. Of purpose.

Of broken promises.

Panicky instinct and a fumbled throw sent the phone flying twenty feet to crash-land on well worn carpet, its resting place in the heart of your home where it could not be ignored no matter how much you wished for its existence to cease, refusing to succumb to the lowest probability of quantum mechanics. Mocking you with its black shiny screen faced towards the sky like an unlucky coin.

You knew you’d have to retrieve it - eventually - as you sat perched in your nest, hugging your knees to your chest to peer over them like a nosy neighbor at an unwanted solicitor. Belongings had been sent flying when you’d scrambled backwards from the perceived snakebite of your phone. The overturned mug pressed against your hip left a darkened stain on your pants, trailing a path from where its contents splashed across your lap and soiled the closest of your blankets like blood splatter. The stickiness soaking through the fabric to your skin would leave the material smelling of honey long after it dried.

Yet another thing you had no energy to deal with. Not that it was at the forefront of your mind at the present moment.

No, that honor belonged to the palpitations. And the full body trembles. And of course the incessant nausea. God was poor zofran you took this morning working overtime to keep your fruit loops down.

How long could you leave it there – realistically? Your fathers would call in a couple days but no one else would. It held your kindle library and a handful of carefully curated music playlists for various mental breakdowns, but who needed those when you could just stare into the void behind your eyelids with disinterest, making a Jackson Pollock out of the microorganisms swimming across your corneas? Maybe you could have Chloe replicate it and make a fortune off the poor taste of rich gullible tightwads. Live off the grid like wealthy eccentric witches who poisoned their husbands and threw masquerade balls. You were sure she'd have no objection to the arrangement.

Alas, as fun as it was to fantasize foolish notions, the longer you sat there in the stillness of your flat with only the faint hum of the heater to keep you company, the more your mind was lugged back to the cause of your discomfort: John.

How dare he do this to you. After pulling your heart strings like a jumbled cat’s cradle and snipping the future you both knew was beyond reach, he still had the gall to try whatever the hell this current approach of his was. You'd spent hours waiting by the phone like a forlorn puppy in hopes of getting adopted, only to curl up in the corner when you realized days later that that time had already passed. And then with what happened yesterday? He may not have been the one to leave a mark on your cheek, but he bore more responsibility for it than the one who struck the blow.

You didn’t blame her. How could you? Even as you felt the phantom sting on your cheek from where her palm made contact for even daring to exist in the same vicinity, you knew in the end that you were at fault. So great was her pain that if you were in her position you honestly couldn’t say if you wouldn’t have done the same exact thing.

Emotions ran high in your designation more so than the others. Yes, there was absolutely an argument to be made about how alphas were seen as the level headed ones when in truth they were driven like snapping sled dogs by barely contained instincts. But just because omegas were the ones fisting the reins didn’t mean that they weren’t as blood thirsty or possessive as their hounds.

‘Precious cinnamon rolls’, indeed. Especially with a bite mark to strengthen the bond.

What must this have been like for her? To find happiness with a pack – to court and trust and mate and make plans for forever – only to watch them react to their one-in-a-billion chance who wasn’t her.

How long had they known each other? Maybe they grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same school. Bosom friends? Made promises at sixteen that they would pack together no matter what? It certainly wasn’t uncommon for childhood crushes to grow up into treasured sweethearts once the designations revealed and the pheromones kicked in. Maybe that was too ‘hallmark movie’ though.

Perhaps they were coworkers. Blind date set up by a friend of a friend. Did they go through a scent matching facility? Could have been flatmates even. Or neighbors who moved in across the hall making too much racket one night that garnered a hefty worded noise complaint followed by a guilty tupperware offering of homemade brownies.

Or was it a sweeter handed twist of fate? A brush of fingers reaching for the same item at the grocery store. A few minutes alone trapped in an elevator sharing distracting laughs. A sultry look across a throng of swaying bodies, intentions wrapped in a haze of booming speakers and two shots of cheap tequila.

That last image made you wince as you thought about the connotations afterward. You didn't need to picture your scent matches slipping off somewhere quieter where they could go be loud.

In any case, you were the intruder on a perfectly built up life. The poisonous snake in a garden of eden to tempt them away from a chocolatey paradise. A dangling pear just sweet enough to mask the taste of betrayal once their teeth sink into your ripened flesh.

A smack was the least of what you deserved.

The hit lingered like a brand long after they departed, haunting you the same way as the fresh words on the screen.

‘I know I've been a right cunt to ya, but can we talk?’

Well, at least he was upfront about it. No shitty attempt at gaslighting; not really an apology though either.

You knew not to answer – you knew. In any other situation you’d be pulling your hair out at the thought of harbouring such mistreatment. Certainly if Chloe was trapped in such a precarious arrangement you’d be holding her hand with all the love in your heart as you pleaded with her to listen to reason. This toxic man coming into your life, spinning distortions of pleasant reality, baiting and switching and ghosting your vulnerabilities for… for what?! Some brief stroke of his ego in the same sheets as his mated omega?!

Whatever hope he might have had at your good graces was lost the moment they drove away. You were a worthless, pathetic, shell of a person but surely you had more dignity than to give in to that gullibility.

Surely…

You’d never before felt so bumfuzzled as you slumped onto your back, squeaking out a whine of frustration once your inner omega started making her presence known over the loudness of your sensibilities. Apparently the wayward bitch wasn’t quite so keen on abandoning her foolhardy ways just yet. You'd call her a glutton for punishment but then that would also apply to you and you weren't eager to make that association.

What a fucking joke you were; this pitiful example of the weakness of your kind and the power of bonds to sway them towards madness.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid–

You didn’t know who you hated more in that moment: the alpha causing you grief or the voice in your head that wouldn’t fucking comply.

Why?! Why couldn’t you just delete and be done with it?! Why couldn’t you erase all this chaos with a block of a number and go back to a life swallowed in mediocrity and sober expectations? Nothing he could offer you at this point would change the trajectory of that anyways.

‘We’ was impossible. She made that quite clear – and him by extension when he walked away from you.

‘But you forget,’ the incessant voice argued, ‘he hadn't gone to her. You were the one who held his concern.’

Such a simple minded creature your omega was. Even for how badly it bled in the caverns of your chest after you’d finished retching up acid and drove the few blocks back home to anguish in your apartment, the poor thing was much too apt towards forgiveness and hope, giving credit where none was due. Too much of the world shined like sparkles in her eyes, but she was just another example of innocence trapped in a predestined tragedy.

You would not speak it aloud lest a malevolent universe take exception to your musings, but in truth, some fragmented part of you still curtained in warmth was grateful that life still remained near your core; that the source of your debility hadn’t rooted far enough to leech everything pure that deleterious night.

But was that really it? Was that all it took to keep you tethered to this new alpha? That one brief flash of him seeing you – the implication that someone somewhere thought you might’ve mattered?

Your head danced in circles until your heart took the lead, slinking from bed against all prudent judgement and crawling to the phone bereft the dignity that sloughed off in tandem. Whichever way you opted, you still needed to physically interact with the object – that was a nonstarter. Chloe wasn’t around for you to shove your dirty work onto. You needed to put on your big girl pants and make a rational, completely unbiased decision.

Twelve minutes later, you weren’t so sure how that was going.

You hadn’t blocked him. Turns out you were just too weak-kneed to cut the cord entirely when faced with a ball of yarn begging to be batted. Even the devil on your shoulder fucking judged you at the lack of force it took for him to worm past your ‘defenses’. Practically held the door open with concierge and valet parking as he strolled into your psyche – red carpet roll-out and all. Couldn't even look him in the eye as he passed you on his way to your prefrontal cortex.

At that point the only viable option was to talk to John, which unfortunately left you with too many decisions branching off in too many directions.

How in the hell were you even supposed to start things off? He'd asked you the question, but do you now yell at him to ‘leave me alone’? ‘Get rid of my number’? Break down and plead with him ‘why would you do that to me?’ ‘Why are you still thinking about me?’ ‘Are you ok?’ ‘Is she ok?’

Go figure, the man was talking to you and still you were more mindful of how they were feeling.

At least your personality remained consistent.

Eventually you gave up and just spewed something out instead of giving yourself a migraine your first sentence in.

‘I don’t know what there is to talk about’

Your reply was honest at least. For all you knew, it was John who wanted to speak with you about some sense of closure, especially after yesterday’s fiasco in front of the store. You couldn’t imagine a comfortable car ride after that stunt he’d pulled in front of his packmates and you wouldn’t be surprised if she was bedbound herself this morning given the stress that must've been causing across their bond. It would be the right thing to do for the sake of everyone involved.

You didn't have to wait long for an answer, almost dropping the phone again at the unexpected vibration so soon after sending, pulse fluttering in your chest as you read with anxiety.

‘Think there’s a lot to talk about. And a lot of apologies I should be making if you’ll hear me out’

There was no universe where indulging his plea wasn’t a stupid idea. And yet…

‘Then talk’

…you acquiesced.

His response came a bit slower, the text bubble longer than it had been so far. All the while you remained in your spot on the floor, questioning every second you chose to engage and paying the price with an uncomfortable butt. At least you were on carpet instead of the tile. Could be having this conversation in the bathroom instead.

Your phone pinging pulled you back to the present.

‘Yesterday was a mistake that never should’ve happened. She crossed a line with her actions and yet nothing was done to make it right. I’ve given ya the worst impression and I won’t blame ya for however you feel about her or us or me or any of it. You deserve better than that and I’m sorry for my part in it’

It was a start at least. His acknowledgement of the fact dulled the brunt of the blade enough to act as makeshift chainmail, but just because he wasn’t making excuses didn’t mean the jab hadn’t hurt. It wasn’t even really that you were angry about all this – you were, but that part was only secondary and stemmed more from your own mistakes than his. And even then, so much of that emotion was the result of wasteful follies that you never should have brokered in the first place. So enchanted you were by the proffered temptations that you forsook every warning for a glimpse over the rainbow.

You let Icarus carve your wings even as he knew they would fail.

‘You lied to me’, you replied, feeling the words in your soul as the tang of disappointment mixed with the bitterness of betrayal.

‘I know. I’m a certified asshole and I’ll own up to that. But I swear it wasn’t meant to be at the time. I’d never make you a promise I didn’t intend to keep’

‘Then why tell me that things with your pack were ok when clearly they weren’t?’

‘They should’ve been. It's complicated.’

Understatement of the century, but then that also begged the question:

‘Do they even know you’re texting me?’

No hesitation. ‘They do.’

It should’ve been a good sign that John wasn’t hiding you from them at least, but that also didn’t answer if that knowledge came attached with their blessing.

‘And they’re ok with it?’

This time there was a pause.

‘They agreed it was necessary’

You almost wish he’d have lied to you. If it wasn’t painfully clear that you were an unwanted pestilence before, that text certainly cemented their abhorrence for you now. It was bolded in the gaps between the neutrality of his tone. Lemon and heat weren't necessary to reveal the hidden message.

You didn't belong.

Frowning at the screen, you absentmindedly rubbed the spot on your chest that throbbed like a phantom bruise. Pain had been more than a fair weather friend these past few years. It visited more than your artistic neighbor and came to call more than the spammers you ignored. It spent holidays and birthdays and shared in your milestones. Had its own placemat at the dining table, a dirty toothbrush near the sink. You planned your days around its drop-ins and sacrificed much for its selfish entertainment. Kept a fully stocked first aid kit in the bathroom for when it needed more from you than salty tears. Yet the implication that these strangers wanted no part of you was the wound that wouldn’t cauterize no matter how much force you used.

It hadn’t been your intention to leave him sweating over your inaction, but you must’ve taken too long ruminating as John’s next message appeared for lack of your own.

You weren’t ready for it.

‘I know this isn’t the kind of talk you were probably hoping for and I can only imagine all the creative insults you’ve been shouting at the screen to me… which totally justified btw. Hell you can fully tell me to shove my head up my arse and I’ll gladly lift my kilt in front of god himself as witness. But on the off chance you don’t, we wanted to ask if you would be willing to sit down somewhere to have a proper conversation’

Oh fuck.

The ache in your chest all but forgotten as you scrambled for the porcelain throne.

Your reply would have to wait. He just sent you the straw that broke the zofran’s back.

The cool water felt refreshing as you splashed it against your face, breathing through your mouth as you grasped blindly for a towel. The churning had lessened now that you were painfully empty, but the sensation remained as your mind rewound his words over and over again like a broken cd player. Wiping the water from your eyes provided you no more clarity on the matter as the person in your reflection stared back at you with worry.

This was not how you anticipated things would go at all. You’d made peace in bed last night that you were destined to be fucked as Lady Luck’s unwilling mistress. If fate was kinder and your immune system stronger, you would have never stepped foot in that grocery store last week and discovered just how close to salvation you’d always been. Twisting paths never crossing. Star-crossed bullshit staying in plays. You’d been a fool and had been made as such all for the crime of merely being a victim. It should have ended there and life moved on and order satisfied as you learned a valuable lesson about the dangers of errant wishes. After all, a rice ball could never belong in a fruit basket no matter what shape it molded itself as.

It should be so simple to ignore the pull to them – fated mates be damned. For years now you’d fought back against the rabid beast chained to your soul, his distemperature of your vital organs. The distance made things easier, but you’d still proven you possessed the will to live a life entirely of your own creation. Not everyone in your scenario could be so fortunate. Some days the urge to claw out your entrails to harvest out the rot was so dire and all consuming that you understood why so many like you chose to stay with their abusers.

The crucible of freedom was a heavy cross to bear. Yet here you remained of your own volition. Even at your weakest you were stronger than your suffering.

So why was the concept of turning down John the one thing that made you want to curl up and die?

The question weighed on your mind as you flicked off the bathroom light on your way back out to the main area, passing by your nest to collect your capsized mug on the way to your tiny ass kitchen. It joined your cereal bowl on the drying rack after a quick rinse in the sink, wiping your hands on your blessedly clean shirt before collecting your discarded phone off the floor to deal with again once you were good and settled.

The fatigue in your muscles were grateful as you took pity on your already struggling body and plopped your ass back down in your nest instead, changing into cleaner sweatpants and kicking the soiled blankets out of the way. You’d have to do something about the accumulative pile at the foot of your bed eventually, but that would be a problem for another day. At least you didn’t have to run the worry of dealing with an ant infestation from all the honeyed sweetness given the winter season. Maybe after Christmas you’d make the long trudge up and down three flights of stairs to give your bedding a proper cleaning. Lord knows you couldn’t recall the last time you'd bothered to.

Without any further distractions, you took a deep breath as you swiped your thumb across the sleeping screen, mindful to the return of that pale blue light signalling yet another missed message in your absence. You’d kept him waiting for nearly twenty minutes while you’d gotten things settled and now you braced yourself for whatever words he had to say in follow up.

Only, they weren’t from him this time.

‘This painting has been a lesson in nuance >< next project I’m picking something with more shade variation’

The accompanying image gave you an unexpected but welcomed laugh – a beautiful example of watercolor mastery held snuggly displayed on a paint splattered easel, full of celebration and mischief with the occasional flecks of blank canvas interrupting an otherwise whimsical scene. The gathered fairies paid no mind to their incomplete parts as they danced and gossiped just as they always had for the past two hundred years, totally ignorant to the grief they gave their refurbisher currently hidden behind the camera. The middle finger in the bottom right corner gave away their presence and was what drew your attention in the first place.

You allowed yourself to sit with that for a minute, taking in the reprieve from heavier emotions to exhale the bunched up stress in your gut. Chloe didn’t know how much you needed that break when she sent you it in aggravation, but you were grateful for her impeccable timing nonetheless. You quickly shot off a text back with a laughing emoji followed by a gif of two dogs hugging. She'd been working so hard on that finicky project and deserved a little commiseration.

The interruption sparked a quick debate in your head on if it wouldn’t be smarter to consult her before any further discussion with the alpha; the whole outsider perspective against your partisan blinders thing. And maybe you would've had she shared your designation, but without being able to feel the cosmic lure dragging you like riptides towards your fated mates firsthand you weren’t sure anything she had to say would be that different from the war you’d already been raging between the two mythical entities on your shoulders.

She couldn’t make that decision for you. Only you had the power to do that.

The question was: should you follow your own advice that you’d be handing out to others, or do you throw all that aside at risk of further humiliation?

Flipping back over to the conversation in question, your thumbs drove in the stake before your heart could change its mind.

‘Ok. When do you want to meet?’

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circeyoru · 11 months ago

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The Only Reason

[Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x Worker!Reader]

Note: I have no idea what to call this AU, but I don't think a lot of people will read this so... Haha~ Mental AU? Chaos AU?

Update! This AU is called Mana Chaos AU! Plus there's Part 2 up!!

Part 1 (here) 一 Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4

Once, the world’s strongest Hunters were revered as humanity’s saviours and heroes for the weak and ordinary. They were once treated like celebrities and hold the highest power and authority. They were respected, praised, and idolized. They still were, now, with a hint of fear.

It all happened due to the infamous incident now dubbed as <The Outrage Incident>. It happened like any other day, in any other country, in any other city. But to only that one strong Hunter. He was an S-Rank Mage, a successful and loved one at that. The story goes like this.

One day, this powerful Hunter was out on the street enjoying a day off, but something set him off and he used his powerful ability to set things right. It would have been the end of it since an S-Rank’s threat was enough to make the majority crumble. However, his power got out of control and caused an outrage to his being. He was using his powers in public and there was no dungeon outbreak or monsters nearby for him. No amount of justification could calm the public.

After that one incident, other countries’ S-Rank or higher started to experience a similar issue. The worst case was that even Healers of their level didn’t escape such a phenomenon. Soon, the public feared the strong protectors they once saw as shields and swords against the gates.

Researchers and scientists were put to work quickly to investigate why and how this issue was happening now. The answer was in the overflowing mana levels within their bodies that couldn’t be contained since the human body was weak and frail for such a change. Addition to that, it correlated to the Hunter’s emotional level and their control. Institutions were built to imprison house the S-Ranks while monitoring their situation.

Whenever an S-Rank’s mana levels and emotions show signs of <Outrage>, a term they now use to describe the Hunter going haywire with their powers on everything and anything around them, they will be sent to a dungeon alone. In the people’s eyes, it was better for that one Hunter to die in battle than kill innocents. Because at first, it was only the S-Ranks, but then some A-Ranks would fall victim to <Outrage> as well.

The professionals have named the correlation as Emotional Mana, EM for short, which made way for the Emotional Mana Institution, EMI for strong Hunters. The Hunters were treated like mental patients or worse, forced into a straitjacket and some had a muzzle for certain Hunters. These were specially designed and created items that limit and restricts a Hunter’s use of their powers and abilities.

It was a miracle that someone managed to create such equipment. That someone was also targetted by the S-Ranks after being announced and killed for such a disrespectful act, still the blueprints and prototypes were created and other talents that took over were able to finalize the perfect form.

“Personnel 002, you were specifically requested by SM-10.”

You looked up from your laptop and paused in your rapid typing for just a few second before you looked back to your screen and continued typing. That code name was to protect you and everyone else that worked in EMI or have some form of connection to it, so that no innocent is sacrificed for the greater good. Still, you can’t get used to it nor do you want to. “I’m busy.”

“Please… SM-10 is way too picky with the people that enters his cell.” This person, Supervisor 843, was one of the newest employee to join the crew. Though, unlike the name of the duty, they were people that were disposable hence the frequent newcomers and high number. “Please help me.”

You sighed and glared up at the person who had a mask over their head and a voice changer to mask their identity. Though, with the way they were speaking, you could deduce this person was a ‘she’. You got up and snatched the file extended to you. Just when you thought you could rest and work in peace, trouble comes knocking on your door. “Get me a drink and some refreshment, I want to see it on my desk by the time I’m back.”

“Yes? Yes!” Supervisor 843 bowed and clapped her hands together, “I’ll do so!”

As swiftly and automatically, you made your way through the hallways and doorways, tapping your access card to unlock needed doors and lifts for your travel. On the way, other Supervisors nodded their heads and bowed in your presence when you walked by. Unlike them who wear a uniform, you only have a lab coat over your usual outfits. You don’t even have a mask or voice changer.

Why?

You stood in front of the door that was labelled in bold ‘SM-10’, meaning the 10th S-Rank in Korea that belonged to the Mage class. The guard dressed in black from head to toe nodded their heads at you before they started unlocking the various security checkpoints and locks for you to enter into a battlefield in its own right.

“Will one hour be enough, Personnel 002?” One of the guards asked.

“Not sure, just be alert in case I need to rush out.” You spoke stoically with indifference.

Step by step, you walked in, announcing loudly of your arrival to the individual inside. The doors closed behind you and locked you inside with what everyone feared. You sighed and put away your glasses since there was no need for it right now. The room was eerily silent and cold, something you were long used to.

You took a few more steps, walking deeper into the room where it seemed to get darker and darker even though the lights in all housed Hunters would be on 24/7 to monitor their actions and activities within the room.

Just when your vision failed you to the point where you can’t see what was in front of you, you were enveloped in a pair of strong arms, your entire form effortlessly pulled back till your back was pressed against a firm wall of muscle one would call chest and abs. Hair tickled one side of your cheek and neck, you felt a breath cooed before a deep voice rang in your ear, “I’ve been waiting for my favourite Personnel~”

It wasn’t at all odd that your name was called as well, if it was someone like him, he’d know everything there was to know. In fact, everyone should be worshipping him right now for his controlled and well-mannered behaviour. Especially when he could have destroyed this entire facility and killed everyone in it within seconds if he so wished.

“Jinwoo. I need to work, don’t bully the newcomers.” You sighed while looking to the side as if making eye contact with him.

“I like it when you call me by name and not some code, thanks for that.” Jinwoo hummed as he played with your fingers. “I guess I’ll think about it. It’s a bit bored here, you understand.”

“You removed your straitjacket again.” You let him fiddle with your fingers as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. “You’ll get caught one of these days and then it’ll be game over.”

“Igris helped me remove it. You know how they are with seeing me constrained and imprisoned here.” He chuckled and leaned back, but it turned out he was just taking a seat, presumably on his bed since you still couldn’t see anything in the darkness. “Don’t worry, I’ve made sure no one could see me free and they didn’t kill anyone. Yet.”

Every Hunter that was admitted into the EMI was evaluated and thoroughly investigated to create the perfect profile for reference. All their fighting style, powers and abilities, weapons of choice, gear type, and any other detail was accounted down. It was all for people to be prepared in case one would have an <Outrage> and they were needed to be countered by weaker Hunters.

For Jinwoo, however, his profile was lacking to put it in the best terms. His mana levels were unmeasureable, yes, so he was placed as an S-Rank. Though, his powers and abilities were unknown. Since he was a Reawakened Hunter, most would assume he was the same class as he was as an E-Rank; a Fighter Class. But he exhibit <Telekinese> and <Shadow Manipulation> so he was placed as into Mage class.

That wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg.

You saw through his innocence and lie, uncovering his true powers and abilities. To be honest, even if you told your higher-ups of Jinwoo’s secrets, there was nothing they could do to counter it. Jinwoo was a league of his own and only you knew it. He was no mere S-Rank, he was definitely a National Level Hunter.

Ah, yes. The question as to why you don’t wear a mask or bother having done anything to hide your identity. It was not because you’ve been in one of the people who has been in service of EMI for the longest time or wanted something as shallow as respect from the newcomers or other coworkers. It was completely because you knew it was useless to hide when someone like Sung Jinwoo had his eyes on you.

“I’ll try and arrange a dungeon for you to raid.” You marked down on your phone while Jinwoo continued to treat you like a teddy bear.

“You have to join though. If you don’t…” Jinwoo’s voice went deeper as glowing eyes stared at you from the shadows, “I don’t know what I’ll do to get your attention…”

You nodded, pushing down the urge to flinch or jerk away from him. It was normal, something you expected but still unnerving to hear with your own ear from his lips. You swear this place made the Hunters mad in the head, it was a place that made them sick and mentally ill, it wasn’t actually helping them at all. “Yeah, of course. I’m sure everyone will be relieved to hear it.”

Jinwoo smirked as his arms tightened around you, his face buried between your neck and shoulder. “You’re the only reason I stay here. Remember that. If you leave here… Leave me… I’ll do what Thomas Andre did to America.”

Note: I can't help it, it was supposed to upload the requested ones first, but then this idea hit me like a truck (without the isekai part), so now here it is. There are like 2 requested stories written and ready to be posted, but I'm double checking and stuff. Hope you like this AU/idea.

Circe Y.

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sydneycbdrepaircentre · 5 days ago

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The Anti-Scratch Saga: S24 Ultra Screen Durability Explained

The Anti-Scratch Saga: S24 Ultra Screen Durability Explained + Real Tests + 6 Insider Facts 🛡️ Samsung Galaxy S24 Ultra: Built for Toughness The Samsung Galaxy S24 Ultra is not just a tech marvel—it’s a fortress of smartphone engineering. One of the standout features is the Gorilla Glass Armor, a new iteration of ultra-durable glass designed to resist scratches and improve optical clarity. But…

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the-one-that-weeps · 1 year ago

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Actually, I'm going to count this 4koma as a major Mafudad win.

Basically what it's talking about here is that Mafudad got his daughter a new laptop.

This laptop, however, is protected in more ways than the previous one:, protective case, keyboard cover and a screen protector. Probably because of what happened to Mafuyu's phone (glu glu glu🫧)

It's so impressive that even Kanade mentions she thinks Mafudad is too protective.

So unless it's some kind of scheme of manipulation, which I doubt, this man just went out of his way to secure his daughter's happiness. Something no other adult in Mafuyu's life has done previously.

I'm not saying he should be forgiven but. Maybe he's not that bad

#mine ☜#project sekai #pjsk #pjsekai #prsk #asahina mafuyu #mafuyu asahina #mafudad

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lucidnomadsymphony · 2 months ago

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How the Papas would react to horror movies with their partner.

Papa Emeritus V:

Horror Movie Reaction:

Watches with unnerving calm, almost like he’s inside the film’s dark atmosphere.

Rarely reacts to jump scares — his gaze is steady, unblinking.

More interested in the underlying themes: death, decay, the occult, cosmic horror.

Occasionally smirks or tilts his head when something truly grotesque or beautiful happens.

Around Partner:

Sits close but barely moves, letting silence do the work.

If partner gets scared, he offers a rare, faint smile and maybe a slow, reassuring touch.

Might whisper something chilling like, “Fear is a language we both understand,” making it both comforting and a little unsettling.

Prefers to be the protector in the shadows, quietly watching over them instead of dramatizing.

Cardinal Copia / Papa Emeritus IV:

Horror Movie Reaction:

Starts brave, ends terrified.

Tries to be strong but ends up hiding behind a pillow — or behind his partner.

Is surprisingly good at spotting twists but gasps anyway.

Around Partner:

Grabs their hand early on “just in case,” then refuses to let go.

If they get scared: “Don’t worry, I have… um… holy water somewhere?”

If he gets scared: “Okay, okay — maybe we switch to a comedy, sì?”

Papa Emeritus III:

Horror Movie Reaction:

Loudest of the bunch. Screams at jumpscares, but then laughs and says “I meant to do that.”

Throws popcorn at the screen if characters make dumb decisions.

Loves creature features, slashers, or anything outrageous.

Around Partner:

Snuggles close when scared, then blames them for jumping.

“Ugh! Did you see that?! You’re supposed to warn me!” (while clinging to them dramatically)

Uses horror movie nights as an excuse for playful chaos and snuggles.

Papa Emeritus II:

Horror Movie Reaction:

Mild amusement. Smirks at gore, critiques acting.

Occasionally leans in to whisper a wicked theory about the plot.

Loves vampire movies, especially if they’re seductive and operatic.

Around Partner:

Uses the scary parts as an excuse to stroke their hair or whisper, “Don’t worry, cara mia, it’s only a film... for now.”

Might jump just to theatrically fall into their arms — it's all a game.

Papa Emeritus I:

Horror Movie Reaction:

Watches silently, analytically. Rarely flinches.

Takes notes on how to incorporate unsettling elements into a ritual or sermon.

Prefers psychological or occult horror over gore.

Around Partner:

Holds them protectively, but doesn’t emote much.

If they’re scared: “Fear is the purest form of reverence. Embrace it.”

Secretly enjoys when they cling to him — he’d never admit it.

#ghost #the band ghost #papa v perpetua #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus ii #copia #cardinal copia #oh copia my heart #honestly they all would be fun to watch horror movies with #i am a balance between ii and iii with horror movies #horror movies #music #terzo

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lisdens · 5 months ago

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VI & JINX + do-overs

powder 'dies' with vander, jinx 'dies' with warwick. what changes? why must it happen again in order to move on?

from the minute vi and jinx appear on screen, we as the audience are taught that they are doomed to be separated by the circumstances, over and over again.

their fight in episode three of season one seals their fate as doomed siblings, but one thing prevents them from fully moving on from each other and i believe it to be a mix of trauma and lack of space to properly mourn their broken bond.

right after their confrontation, vi is imprisoned for almost a decade and unable to reach her little sister, and jinx falls under silco's wing, fed with lies about vi's intentions, manipulated into believing he's the only person jinx can rely on.

neither of them get the space to mourn what was taken away at such a young age, ergo, they're not ready to let go of each other.

for vi, her role as a protector is never eased off her shoulders, even in prison her only goal is to return to powder, with no other desire for herself. for jinx, her attatchment issues and her need to fill the roles other people have assigned for her to fit in (silco & building weapons, zaun & becoming a symbol) prevents her from letting herself explore who she actually wants to be.

their first encounter back in episode six of season one fail to bring them back together--precisely because their dynamic continues to be the same as when they were kids, not taking into acount how much they have changed since then--but the sisters are given a second chance to try and rebuild their connection, and that is through warwick's arc. jinx says so herself: 'maybe this is like a do-over.'

vi and jinx have been shaped around their worst memory together--the night of vander's death--and it is through that mutual agreement of helping him that they are able to heal that wound.

with isha, jinx learns the weight of one's actions and understands just how much responsibility vi was burdened with when she was only a child herself. isha's death is the key to understand why vi told powder to stay behind during episode three of season one.

in vi's case, i see two things happening: for starters, she gets the space to properly mourn her family. the 'remember me' montage is supposed to show us warwick's healing process, but as the sequence continues, we start seeing more and more of vi, to the point the audience is only witnessing her memories.

the second point is her de-parentification, which also happens to benefit jinx's growth: understanding that jinx is also an adult who has survived without vi's help for a long time, who has accomplished things without her big sister's assistance, releases vi of her burden as the protector.

in return, jinx is no longer a victim of vi's protection, she's no longer expected to behave a certain way. she's finally seen as an equal, not an inferior. vi trusts jinx's judgement, she takes her viewpoints into account ('what do you think?' - 'you actually want my opinion?'). what does this do for jinx? it allows her to stop fearing abandonment over not fitting certain expectations from others.

overall, i believe they manage to heal a small piece of their inner child, which is the one that's been frozen in time since the incident at the cannery. they have a long road ahead of themselves, but now they're ready to face tragedy with the slight difference that no mental burden wil stop them from eventually healing.

they're ready to say goodbye again.

#arcane #vi arcane #jinx arcane #vi and jinx #league of legends #jinx #vander #warwick #my analysis #powder arcane

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talonabraxas · 2 months ago

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☩ Michael - Archangel of the First Ray ☩

Michael is the Archangel of the First Ray - the Ray of Protection, Faith and the Will of God. He is the Prince of the Archangels and the Angelic Hosts, the Defender of the Faith, the Angel of Deliverance.

Archangel Michael is head of the “Lord of Hosts” and fights with any manifestation of corrupt and negative energy.

He serves the interests of the Lord in this universe and does His work in the manner commanded by His honor.

His name means “ Nobody like God.” Archangel Michael is so transparent that He lets the Divine Light come through us, through which we discover God.

The divine complement of Michael - Archea Faith.

Archangel Michael is considered the greatest and most revered Angel in Jewish, Christian and Islamic traditions and Scriptures.

He comes to Earth when the intervention of the power of the Lord is required.

For over a thousand of years He is the keeper of the Russian lands. Orthodox people recognize in Him their protector from the dark forces. Many times Archangel Michael saved our Fatherland from the encroachment of the enemy. For example, the case mentioned in the "Volokolamsk Paterikon", when in 1239 the Tatar Khan Batu wanted to seize Veliky Novgorod. The Archangel forbade the Khan to attack the city. From that time on, on the military banners of the Russian soldiers could be found images of the Archangel of God's army. When in the city of Kiev, Batu had a chance to see a mural depicting Michael, the Khan noted that it was Him who forbade him to touch Novgorod.

In the spirit of the Holy Scriptures, some Church Fathers see Archangel Michael as a participant in other important events in the life of the people of God, where He is not called by name. For example, He is identified with the mysterious pillar of fire that marched in front of the Israelites during their escape from Egypt and destroyed the military hordes of Pharaoh at sea. He is also credited with defeating a huge Assyrian army, who besieged Jerusalem under the prophet Isaiah (see: Exod. 33, 9, 14, 26-28; 4 Kings. 19, 35).

Archangel Michael helps Joshua (one of Moses chief assistants and his successor) when the Israelites conquered the Promised Land (Josh. 5: 13-15).

Archangel Michael and His legions, dressed in powerful Blue Armor, with shields and swords of the Blue Flame, descend daily into the astral plan. There They cut free those who have passed from the screen of life and who are unable to rise to higher octaves of service and the Retreats of the Masters. Michael and His Angels of deliverance work twenty-four hours a day on these levels rescuing souls from the accumulation of their own human creations over the centuries. They have served there for many ages, and Michael says that He is determined to never give up until the last of the children of Light on this planet have risen to the God Source in the ritual of Ascension.

To assist in cutting the light bearers free from astral entanglements, Archangel Michael has a Sword of Blue Flame that has been fashioned from pure light substance. This Sword is God’s Sword. It has come from the Great Central Sun, a gift from the very Heart of God Himself, and has been passed to Him from the mighty Elohim Hercules. When this sword of Blue Flame blazes into a negative manifestation, nothing can stand against it.

Archangel Michael is a very special Angel to us. He, with His Legions of Light, has dedicated himself for thousands and thousands of years to the safety, security, protection and perfection of our souls; caring for us, sponsoring us, rebuking us, teaching us the way of God’s Holy Will, helping us to understand that there is a Divine plan for each of us.

God loves us so dearly that He lets us know about it in a very personal way - by sending His Angels.

In the 21st century, Beloved Archangel Michael came to humankind on Earth seven times through the Messenger of the Great White Brotherhood, Tatyana Nicholaevna Mickushina. He brought His Teaching on the feeling of selfless Faith and all-consuming Love!

In His first Message, “Your Love and Faith are the only things you need to implement your Divine plan “. Beloved Archangel Michael gave His Teaching, His guidance on how we can move towards God and fulfill our Divine plan. He explained that this is the first step in our progress on the Path to God:

“ I AM Michael, Archangel of the First Ray, which is the Ray of Faith. And I must tell you that your Faith is a pledge of your first step forward on your Path. You will not be given help from the heavens and you will not be able to make a step on your Path to God without your Faith.

Without your Faith in God, none of your actions in the physical plane will be able to succeed, they will be like a house built on sand.

It is your Faith that is your guiding star, and it will show you the way through the storms of life you will face while in the physical plane “.

Then Archangel Michael told us what the next step will be if our Faith is strong, and He came to confirm our Faith!

“… the success of your next step depends on the depth of your Faith.

If you trust in God and your Faith is unshakeable, you can ask for God’s guidance in your life. You will receive such guidance but its level will correspond to the strength of your Faith.

I AM Michael, Archangel! I have come to affirm your Faith and your devotion to God ”

He also indicated what needs to be done in order to get signs and confirmation of the correct choice.

“You ask for signs and guidance for you on your Path. You will be sent signs and guidance but not until you demonstrate your Faith and devotion to God and the Ascended Hosts.

You have to give up your human ego and show your obedience to the Will of God, and only after that will you be sent signs and confirmation of the correctness of your choice.

This is a Law, and neither you nor I can change it.

That is why all of you who are in embodiment now need Faith. Only if you have your Faith, will you be sent hope and guidance “.

Next, Saint Michael the Archangel explains what the manifestation of our Faith is:

“ ... In the physical plane your Faith will be manifested through Love. It is impossible to make a mere step in the right direction without Love, which penetrates through you and inspires you to act in the physical plane.

Initially, you begin to trust and soon you start feeling all-consuming Love, and this Love becomes the guide of your life and leads you through all your trials and tests.

Your Love and Faith are the only things you need to implement your Divine plan”

Archangel Michael warns against mistakes on the way:

“…If you need something else to realize your Divine plan, you should scrutinize your wishes and aspirations attentively. As a rule, these will be the very things you should get rid of initially.

If you need money, power, or any other things of the illusory world and believe that without them you will not be able to serve God, you are on the wrong path.

You will always have everything necessary to implement your Divine plan and to serve God and people, if Faith, Hope, and Love become your constant companions in life.

But Wisdom, the Divine Wisdom, will be the very attribute you acquire when you trust and love wholeheartedly.

God endows you with His Wisdom, and not only with it but with other gifts of the Holy Spirit that descend on you in response to your asking and even when you do not ask for them.

In your wholehearted service to God, your heart is enriched by qualities that in their turn draw to our world everything necessary to make your service more effective.

If you are on the right Path, the further you follow it, the more Divine features and perfection you will be endowed with ”.

At the conclusion of this Message, Archangel Michael assured us:

“... all the light-bearers, even if they are in the minority now, are protected unfailingly!

The odds are always in favor of those who are with God. And it has always been so.

Those changes on Earth that were to take place in due time in accordance with the plan of God were made not by numbers but by faith and devotion.

Therefore, do not be confused by this temporary predominance of the forces in the physical plane that you have become used to calling the forces of darkness. In reality their time has expired. No matter how violently they behave at the end of the day their power is nearing the end.

I and my legions are fully at your disposal. And if you appeal to us, we are ready to give you all the help that can be given according to your Faith… ”

In His Message of January 5, 2007, Saint Michael the Archangel gave the most important Teaching on replacing fear with Divine Love. He has come to put end to our fears!

“A large number of people feel fear. Fears are actually a scourge of your time. Fear exists where there is lack of Divine Love. And there is lack of Love everywhere in your world.

You cannot fight with your fears. The energy you will direct to that fight will only strengthen your fears. But you can dissolve your fears with a universal solvent, which is the Love of your hearts. Therefore, all that you need to do in the nearest future is to open your hearts to Love, Divine Love. And as your world is filled up with Divine Love, your fears will vanish like the mist clears away with the beginning of a new day ”.

Here, Archangel Michael says that the fear of death is the prevailing fear in our world. He explains:

“You are afraid of something that does not exist in nature. You are afraid of something you created by your imperfect consciousness. You are afraid of death, but death does not exist. Death exists only in your consciousness. There is only eternal life and eternal bliss in the Divine World. Death is, in fact, only the transition of your soul from one life form to another “.

Archangel Michael assures us: "... death does not exist ... all your fears are generated by your consciousness. When you let Love in your consciousness, it will dissolve all your fears including the fear of death ”.

In the Message “On protection against the lowest levels of the subtle plane ”, Saint Michael the Archangel speaks of the approach, and, therefore, of the influence of the astral layers on the inhabitants of Earth:

“I have come with my Legions of the Blue Flame of Protection. I have come to tell you that despite the whole complexity and unpredictability of the situation formed on Earth, we carry on our service and bear the responsibility for guarding everyone who turns to us for help and protection.

The Higher planes have cleared the unusual penetrations, and all of those who are unfriendly toward Earth’s evolution and do not want to cooperate with us, the Ascended Masters, are pressed close to Earth’s physical plane. Therefore, the influence of not the best layers of the subtle world on the inhabitants of Earth is increasing at this time ”.

Archangel Michael further explains:

“This stage of evolution is natural, and you will have to learn to live under conditions when the astral plane and the lowest layers of the mental plane are approaching.

While you are keeping your consciousness concentrated on the Divine world and experiencing a sense of invincibility, you have nothing to fear. Most inhabitants of the astral plane tremble at the fieriness of your chakras. You are a source of danger to them, and indeed, those of you who let the fire into your physical world can clear the astral plane with the fire of Kundalini or with the sword of Kundalini. An unconscious ascension of Kundalini energies neutralizes hordes of inhabitants of the astral plane ”.

He warns us:

“ You are invincible to the astral plane. However, if you allow imperfect states such as sadness, melancholy, fear, hatred, or hostility to enter your consciousness, then your vibrations get lower and you become vulnerable to the astral plane. Therefore, we come again and again and ask you to pay attention to the hygiene of your consciousness and to cleanse it from everything low-vibrational and everything incompatible with the Divine world.

Each of you is responsible for the state of your own consciousness ”.

Beloved Archangel Michael reminds us that when we seek help, we need to make Calls:

“ My Angels and I are always at your service, particularly at difficult moments of your life when you lose control over yourself and become vulnerable to the dark forces. You can always turn to us for help. Whole legions of my guardian angels are ready to give you help and protection 24 hours a day. Do not hesitate to ask us for help; it is our duty and obligation to help people. We cannot start fulfilling our duties until you call us; however, your call makes us respond and come to you to help in a difficult situation “.

The Message of Archangel Michael “ I am calling you into the future!” is a warning. It is a fiery Call, a guide to action, so that we can climb to the next level of consciousness, and, together with the Ascended Hosts, take responsibility for everything happening on our beloved planet :

“ Now and for the coming days, the time has come when we must focus our efforts on helping the planet. And this is my Message and my warning to you.

... you have reached the time when you have to share the responsibility for everything that happens on the planet along with the Ascended Hosts.

And this is the next level of consciousness to which you should rise.

... The time is coming when you should follow the direction that you get from your hearts.

... if you are honest with yourself, if you enter your heart and feel the vibrations of a more subtle plane, then you will undoubtedly hear the disturbing alarm that is ringing on planet Earth. And this alarm is a danger signal. It is an indicator of the trouble of the planet.

Much is at stake at this moment. Most human individuals are not ready for a change of consciousness. And volunteers are needed to demonstrate a new level of consciousness, the consciousness that is not tied to the physical or astral plane but is ready to cooperate with the Higher Worlds.

You all are interconnected in more subtle planes of being. And there is a necessity for a higher frequency of consciousness to resonate like a tuning fork in space, so that the souls of those people who are stuck in the illusion rise again and cast their glances toward Heaven.

I envy those of who are incarnated at this very difficult time because the future of the planet and of millions of souls who are caught in the illusion and do not see that daylight depends on your ability to keep your consciousness pure, Heavenward, and in accordance with the Higher Worlds.

Lead by example! Be brave, be enduring, and be inventive. Invent the ways that will carry millions of people to a new level of consciousness. Do sound on the top note. Do set the pattern!

I am calling you into the future!

I AM Archangel Michael! ”

Temple of Faith and Protection -

Retreat of the Archangel Michael and Faith

The Temple of Faith and Protection located in the etheric realm over Banff and Lake Louise in the Canadian Rockies in Alberta, Canada.

Archangel Michael and Faith are the Hierarchs of this Retreat, the Home of Legions of Blue- Lightning Angels who come from all ends of the Universe to serve the planet Earth in its travail. Bands of Angels serving under the Archangels of the other six rays also gather here, where great conclaves of the angelic hosts are held under the sponsorship of Michael, the Prince of the Archangels.

The Temple is round, inlaid with gold, diamonds and sapphires. There are four entrances marking the twelve, three, six and nine o’clock lines of the focus, forming a square platform beneath the Temple.

Each entrance has a forty-foot golden door, approached by forty-nine steps. Blue sapphires adorn the golden doors and the golden dome in a radial pattern. Beautiful gardens, fountains and white marble benches surround the Temple.

The pyramid-shaped altar is made of white and blue diamonds; the color of the flame ranges from a deep sapphire blue to a pastel, almost white hue. The seats that surround the altar in concentric rings accommodate thousands of Angels. Two large balconies form circular rings inside the Temple. The flame in the center rises toward the golden dome, which is studded with blue sapphires on the outside and blue diamonds on the inside.

After the coming of the First Root Race to the planet, when the Archangels acted as Lords of the Rays until the time when they were appointed from among mankind, a Retreat was hewn out of the mountain, a physical focus to which all might come to renew their energies, their Faith in the Divine Plan for their lifestreams and their enthusiasm to serve the Will of God. After the descent of mankind’s consciousness into duality, the physical temple was destroyed, but the etheric focus lived on, as tangible as a physical temple ever was to those who travel there in their finer bodies.

When men departed from their original state of innocence and perfection, they lost their own innate protection.

Archangel Michael and Archea Faith invite unascended lifestreams to come to Their Retreat during their night sleep to strengthen their Faith and grasp of the power of God's Will.

Archangel Michael charges us with Faith so that we can fulfill our inner vows, our Divine mission. Each of us, before coming to incarnation, stood before the Karmic Board and promised to carry out his ministry.

The keynote of Archangel Michael is - “The Navy Hymn” by John Bacchus Dykes. The music of the “Bridal Chorus” from the opera” Lohengrin “- by Richard Wagner magnifies the radiation of the Archangels and the angelic hosts. Archangel Michael is the sponsor of police departments and other law enforcement agencies around the world.

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