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So i finally remembered the log in for this blog. I'm planning to archive it, and you can find me over on @dyingphoenix

That being said I might steal back this url

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He had been horrified at the sight, was still horrified. Abel had been little more than a boy, on the cusp of adulthood, and, from their brief interaction in the past, a gentle hearted and devoted young man. He had tended to the sheep while Cain had tended to the soil, and Credence could never have predicted this. That Cain, angry that his brother’s offering had been accepted and his own had not, had taken up a stone and struck his brother down.

And now Cain was to be punished, a lifetime of wandering, a sentence from the Almighty herself. Cursed, for eternity. Fearful that murder would come upon him. And so once again, Credence had acted (although he could’ve sworn that he had felt a divine nudge towards doing it anyway, so it couldn’t be the wrong thing, could it?). He’d placed a mark on Cain. A sign of his curse, yes, but one that would protect him from being slain. Perhaps he was soft.

He should have known that the demon would be involved. After all, as much as it was Credence’s job to encourage good, it was Percival’s to encourage evil. Who else would have created such temptation? Lucifer never did his own dirty work.

“I should have known you would be involved in this,” he frowned, his voice slightly choked up. After a moment, he turned to glare at the demon, “He was little more than a child.”

Good Omens AU.

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He had to trust that the Almighty had the humans included in her plan, that despite their succumbing to temptation that she still would protect them. But he could not question the Great Plan, nor the Almighty. It wasn’t his place to do so, and he would not disobey in such a way. That was not who he was. No, he was an angel, through and through.

The flaming sword at least would offer some protection.

“I would hardly call it ‘good’,” he scoffed. The other was a demon after all, and so surely nothing that he did could ever be described as good. That was the whole nature of the thing, after all. Angels were good, and did good things, the right thing, while demons were bad, and did bad things. It was the way of the universe.

For a moment their eyes met as Credence sheltered the other beneath his wing, and for that moment he held the gaze, almost captivated, cheeks flushed a rosy pink at the compliment. And yet as soon as it had been given, the demon was gone, and Credence was gone, altogether quite unsure what he was supposed to do now that the garden was empty of inhabitants. 

And so, after much deliberating, he wandered, now informed of his now role. An ambassador of sorts, an agent of the Almighty on earth, working to influence good, give blessings, answer prayers and create miracles, that sort of thing.  It was how he found himself looking on in despair at the sight before him. Abel, sweet young Abel, murdered by his brother Cain. He had tried so hard to influence good, but it seemed that the temptation had won over Cain, and now young Abel was no more.

Good Omens AU.

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Credence pursed his lips, turning his head away to catch sight of the humans disappearing over the horizon. Oh, he did hope that they would be alright. He couldn’t deny that he had rather grown fond of the humans over their time in the Garden, and he didn’t quite like the thought of anything untoward happening to them out in the wilderness. Such danger did not sit well with him.

“It is not my place to question,” he said softly, a distressed frown flickering across his angular features, “That is why I am an angel, and you are not. Besides, isn’t it your job? To do evil? That’s what demons do, isn’t it?”

Slowly his eyes raised to the sky once more, only to widen as droplets of water began to fall. For a brief moment, he thought it might be holy water, and instinctively he raised his wings to shelter the demon standing beside him. Well, he couldn’t just let him be hurt, now could he? After a moment, however, it became clear that it was just...normal water. How bizarre. The droplets dampened his hair, sticking it to his cheeks, which only reddened even further at the demon’s words, “I...I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Good Omens AU.

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Golden brown eyes flickered briefly over the black wings of the other, which contrasted so heavily with his own white ones. Black wings, the symbol clear as day of a fallen angel, a demon, one of Lucifer’s own. Credence remembered the rebellion vividly. The fall. It had been almost terrifying, and his obedience had been assured there and then, his faith.

“No, I don’t wonder that. I’m not...I’m not like that,” he frowned, his wing feathers ruffled slightly. It wasn’t his place to question the Almighty and her plan. Rather he would trust in her, in her will and her plan, just as he was supposed to do. Questioning was what lead to falling, was what lead to creatures like the one standing beside him now, “I know who you are.”

“Credence,” he said after a moment, the need to be polite overcoming him, even though he had a feeling the other already knew his name. Dark clouds were brewing on the horizon, something which had not occurred before, and he could only wonder what was in store for them all now. The demon’s words had him spluttering though, red cheeked, “I beg your pardon, looking like what?”

Good Omens AU.

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Credence could only hope that he had done the right thing.

Oh, if he’d done the wrong thing, he’d be in so much trouble with head office. Angels were supposed to do the right thing. But he couldn’t just let the two humans wander out into the desert without anything to protect themselves. There were wild beasts out there, they would have been hopelessly slaughtered if they’d gone without anything. And she was expecting!

He’d largely been trying his best not to think about everything that had gone on to lead to this moment. The demon...he’d seen him before, around the Garden, there to tempt as demons were wont to do. Even further back, he could remember having seen him in heaven, long before the rebellion, although only from afar.

“I imagine she does. The Almighty is all-knowing after all,” he answered stiffly, brown eyes watching the slowly shrinking figures of the humans as they moved towards the horizon. Momentarily, he allowed himself to look at the demon out of the corner of his eye, cheeks flushing slightly, “I couldn’t just let them go off unprotected. Besides, I am sure it is all part of her great plan.”

Good Omens AU.

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Percival has fallen alongside Lucifer during the time of the Great Rebellion in which the Angel Lucifer turned against God and his army of Angels causing the first war for Heaven. He couldn’t have helped it even if trying, he had been so in love with Lucifer and his words – his seduction that he had followed right behind. Of this event now was not too long, and Percival was left to be a snake wandering in the Garden of Eden.

That day, after seducing Eve into taking the apple, Percival crawled towards the angel who was supposed to be keeping the Garden safe, Credence – even his name meant belief. The snake turned itself into a man – the physical form of Percival, the demon, and he looked at the other, bright snake like eyes. “Does She knows?” He asked titling his head up as if Heaven was in the sky.

“That you gave up your sword to them.” Percival explained better what he meant, after all both Eve and Adam were running out from the Garden with the flaming sword. “I remember when She gave it to you, I was supposedly napping in the apple tree… Quite strange to put one there, don’t you think? If the fruit was to be forbidden I mean.”

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Plotting Call

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“There’s a school?” he asked with wide eyes. A school for magic? It all seemed so unbelievable that such things existed under the noses of everybody who didn’t have magic. He’d never known his own family. All he’d known was that Ma had always said that his real mother had been a wicked, unnatural woman. Maybe she had been a witch, and that was why Ma had always hated him.

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“So where will I go then?” he looked a little confused, tilting his head to the side. The thought of never having to go back to Ma was wonderful, and he was very happy about it, but it wasn’t as if he had any family of any kind. So where was he supposed to go? The uncertainty of that scared him a little bit as he was tucked into possibly the comfiest bed he’d ever been in.

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Credence quietened then, looking a little uncertain. It was a little bit nerve wracking, if there were lots of people who could do magic. Ma would have had a fit if she knew, and if she knew where he was...he’d get a really bad beating, or she might not even let him come back. He could only hope that this nice lady wouldn’t get rid of him.

“What if they don’t like me? Will they make me go back?”

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“As long as he’s not a complete creeper. I’ve had enough of those to last me a lifetime. I just want someone to cuddle me frequently, buy me dinner every now and again and to roll around with,” he pulled a face as she ruffled his hair, scrunching his face up, “I mean, we could always make some melted chocolate.”

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A tentative smile slid across his thin features, eyes widening at the floating cup, delight clear in his expression. He seemed more than content to let her pick him up, spindly arms wrapping around her neck and bony knees tucking into her sides. Slowly he nodded, before tilting his head, “Do you do magic work?”

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Growing up in their household had not been fun. Bar each other, they hadn’t really had anyone, and it had been terribly lonely for him whenever Leta would go off to school. There hadn’t been much to do with his time, save for doing his best to keep out of their father’s way and not give him any sort of excuse to be mad at him. It had gotten somewhat better when he’d gone to school himself.

At least they had always had each other. He’d always known that he could go to her if there was anything he needed. If he felt upset, or angry, or anything of the sort, then he could go to her, and she would support him through it, do what she could to help.

“You don’t mind if I stay?” he asked, biting his lip and forgetting that it had split, wincing a little with the pain as he licked the small drop of blood away with his tongue. If all else failed, he might be able to get his friend Nagini to let him bunk on her sofa.

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He’d been so scared, sitting in the room in the police station. He’d watched as Modesty and Chastity were reunited with their parents. He’d watched as other parents received the news that their children would never be coming home. He’d huddled under the shock blanket, trying to process what he’d actually done, how he’d managed to lift the gun and shoot the woman who had taken them all from their homes.

Trembling, he let his head rest against her shoulder, breathing coming out in shaky gasps. His body was littered with scars from her beatings, beatings every time he broke one of her rules. Not that anyone except her had seemed to know all her rules, making it impossible to tell.

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“Ugh, stop it, I need to get laid,” Credence whined, dropping his head down on the table with a low thud, a pout colouring his lips. He pulled a face in her general direction, rubbing his head where it had collided with the table before raising his head properly again, “It’s incredible, hell, even just the melted chocolate on its own.”

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“I...I don’t know...” Credence shrugged. He wasn’t sure he could honestly think of something that made him truly happy. It wasn’t as if his life had been exactly filled with happiness after all. Mostly, he’d just gotten by, doing his best not to anger his Ma, to look after his little sisters.

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Credence ducked his head, biting his lip. He’d tried his best, yes, but clearly that hadn’t been good enough.  If it had, his sisters would have gotten away, they’d still be alive, and they wouldn’t have been brutally murdered by their own adoptive mother. While he would do his best to keep looking after them, he wasn’t sure the guilt for that would ever go away.

In Death