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jrwi-art-archive · 10 months

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Directionary:

(dividers by @cafekitsune )

Tws will be tagged as #tw trigger or #trigger

Campaigns:

The fated: #campaign: fated

Convergence: #campaign: convergence

Riptide and Black Rose Oneshot: #campaign: riptide

Prime Defenders and Age of Heroes Oneshot: #campaign: pd

Apotheosis: #campaign: apotheosis

Blood in the Bayou: #campaign: bitb

The Suckening: #campaign: suckening

Mythborne: #campaign: mythborne

Paradise Chronicles: #oneshot: paradise chronicles

Monster Control Service: #oneshot: monster control service

The final Episode: #oneshot: the final episode

Twitch Chat Oneshot: #oneshot: twitch chat

Player Characters:

The Fated:

#Br’aad Vengolor

#Sylnan Vengolor

#Velrisa

#Taxi

#Mountain

Convergence:

#Alastyr Cross

#Flynn Gustwind

#Kasper

#Kroe Wyse

Riptide:

#Gillion Tidestrider

#Jay Ferin

#Chip

#Goobleck

#Doppelgillion (all Doppelgillion posts will be tagged as Gillion as well)

Black Rose:

#Drey Ferin

#Finn Tidestrider

#Arlin James

Prime Defenders:

#Dakota Cole

#William Wisp

#Vyncent Sol

Age of Heroes:

#Ms. G

#Harlem Shade

#Jason King

Apotheosis:

#Peter Sqloint

Rumi/any of their other forms: #Rumi

#Thanatos

Blood in the Bayou:

#Rolan Deep

#Timothy Rand

#Kian Stone

The Suckening:

#Emizel Tucker

#Shilo Bathory

#Arthur Bennett

Wonderlust:

#Blink

Mythborne:

#Aster Aeliana

#Ryan Selucreh

#Connor Connors

Paradise Chronicles:

#Beepo

#Ash

#Captain Justice

#Mike Shore

Monster Control Service:

#Richard

#Chase

The Final Episode:

#Aren Auguste

#Jebediah Lightbringer

#Cherry Blossom

Twitch Chat Oneshot:

#Ikarus Gay Phoenix

#Gravel Igbe Flint

Guest Characters:

Riptide:

#Duke D. Dukem

#Clorten

#La Alma

PD:

#Ashe Winters

The Fated:

Redd Boye

NPCs

The Fated:

#Miriam Vengolor

#Alwyn Vengolor

Riptide:

#Lizzie Lafayette

#Caspian

#Ollie Teach

#Felipe

#Alphonze

#Niklaus Hendrix

#Pretzel the Frogtopus

#Jayson Ferin

#Ava Ferin

#May Ferin

#Edyn Tidestrider

#Lunadeiys

#Aster (goddess)

#Anastasia

#Rudith

#Aslana

#Old man earl

#Zamia

#Marshall John

#Kira

#Captain Widow

#Reuben Price

#Starling

#Jasmine Drake

#Lucy the goat

#Captain Rose

Prime Defenders:

#Le Frog

#Trickster

#Mark Winters

#Mynerva

#Lightspeed

#Summer Dileo

#Doug

#Tide Lambert

#Mark Winters

#Cantrip

#Xavier

#Alan

#Alastyr Cross

#Anna Sol

#Mr. Wisp

#Janet Wisp

#Alaska Damascus

#Wordsmith

#Bookworm

#Grandma Cole

#Mato Cole

#Alexander Hamilton

#Rosemary

#Finger

#Handjob

#Flow

#Peelbert

#Unnamed Hero

#Diana Shane

#Dave

#David Bell

#Mallard Conway

#Clarence Albert

#ram

#Bobo

Apotheosis:

#Lizard the lizard

#Yuri Dawnguard

Bitb:

#Becky Jones

#Rachel Rand

#Officer Dudes

#Rat Sanders

#Sarah Thompson

#Jesse

#Barcode the dog

The Suckening:

#Theo Collins //(soda)

#Void the cat

#Pepper the cat

#Pickles the pheasant

#Grefgore

#Uncle Lazarus

#Deacan Keller

#Queen Bathory (stand-in tag)

#Edward Twilight

#Viv Weylin

#Vex Weylin

#Mary Davis

Wonderlust:

#uncle threestrings

Ships

(all ship-art will be tagged with #jrwi shipping!)

(i will tag ships if op also tagged a ship)

Riptide:

Gillion x Chip: #Fish and Chips

Gillion x Jay: #Navyseal

Jay x Chip: #Mockingjay

Caspian x Gillion: #Swordfish

Ava x Lizzie: #Waning Crescent

Jay x Lizzie: #Pistolwhip

Jay x Anastasia: #Bloodshot

Jay x Edyn: #Sheshells

Jay x Chip x Gillion: #Poly Pirates

Chip x Niklaus: #Fools Gold

Chip x Queen: #Chiptune

Niklaus x Caspian: #Wishingpool

Chip x Jazz: #Scarlet Captains

Caspian x Lizzie: #Rosewater

Goobleck x Felipe: #Gummyfrog

PD:

Dakota x William: #Ghostkicks

Apotheosis:

Rumi x Peter: #Angelstone

Bitb:

Rand x Rolan: #Keeperschampion

Rand x Rolan x Kian: #Nbr

Becky x Kian: #heartstrings

The Suckening:

Emizel x Soda: #fizzfangs

Shilo x Grefgore: #armored pheasant

Crossover:

William x Chip: #Flying Dutchman

Types of media

digital art: #digital

traditional art: #traditional

#webweave

#fanfic

#collage

#crochet

#video (animations, animatics etc. I don’t really want to judge what counts as animation/animatic so I will tag everything with #video, including gifs)

#stimboard (I know that stimboards aren’t usually considered art, but i like them so I’m gonna include them on this blog. for consistency’s sake i’ll tag stimboard makers artist:*insert name*)

Misc

#crossover (includes crossovers between campaigns and between jrwi and other media)

#official art

#jrwi au

#jrwi freak week

AUs/Crossovers

#pokemon

#ponies

#cats

#vampires

#fnaf

#marvel

#tma (the magnus archives)

#trolls

#spiderverse (will also be tagged as marvel)

#marvel

#superheroes

#undertale

#mermaids

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vesperpharsalius · 5 months

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How does the Hangar 17B chapter change after your take on Cassius and Darrow's relationship development? Can't imagine Cassius would be calling himself Darrow's brother after that 👀

Well, of course not. They aren’t Venusians!

Jokes aside, I appreciate the ask! I honestly hadn’t given this much thought, but it’s a fascinating question—to me, at least. I apologize in advance for how long–winded this answer is, lol. The TL;DR is that Lysander would be offended by their relationship and it would shatter Cassius’ delusions about his nature, making the whole episode decidedly sourer.

I think Hangar 17B (and the entire Lightbringer segment) was very much a Cassius/Lysander moment, as it should be. What I mean to say is, Cassius’ relationship with Darrow was only tangentially relevant. That said, I think it would happen more or less as it did in the canon, unfortunately.

But I’ve done my damndest to give Cassius agency in my fic, so that his death clearly registers as his choice—even though neither Lysander nor Darrow can understand it—because it was. He could’ve left, but he chose to stay—why? The majority of More than Brothers is admittedly self–indulgent smut, lol, but it’s also an attempt to answer that painful question in a way that gives credit to Lysander where it’s due but doesn’t reduce Cassius to his lovesick mark—and I managed to convince myself, so there’s that.

Still, there’s at least one significant change that comes to mind, and several smaller ones, too. Although Cassius wouldn’t discuss his relationship with Darrow during his conversation with Lysander on the Lightbringer, because it’s frankly irrelevant, I think Lysander would be perceptive enough to realize something had changed. Certainly, he would’ve noticed that Darrow was wearing Cassius’ Bellona ring during that meeting in Romulus’ Garden.

And once he put two and two together, he would lose what little respect he has left for Cassius and their interactions would become much tenser. Because ultimately, I don’t think Lysander is capable of overcoming his deepspine racism towards Darrow. The idea that Cassius had sex with a Red—the possibility he’d been dominated by a Red—would be just… repulsive to him. He’d be outraged.

And since he already questions the legitimacy of Cassius’ conversion to the Rising, the idea that it could possibly be genuine or that it’s ever ideologically sound for a Gold to choose the Republic, he would inevitably reach the conclusion that Cassius is acting irrationally because he’s in love with Darrow, that he’s been seduced and essentially become his Pink—and we know how Lysander feels about Pinks. Thus, he’d feel much less conflicted about killing him. It would seem almost merciful to his eyes. I think he’d still give Cassius an opportunity to leave, but—in the moment he kills him, at least—he’d feel more confident about his choice.

And I don’t believe he’d be able to conceal this from Cassius. In my fic, I try to make sense of Cassius’ actions from his perspective, to explore his state–of–mind and what his intentions/justifications could’ve been, for all that he did—throughout the canon, really, but especially at the end of LB. In the canon, his designs at this point are left (deliberately, I think) vague. Does he believe Lysander will kill him? That he could kill Lysander? Is he trying? Or is he sacrificing himself? Does he think guilt might still change him? Or does he want to destroy him? Goryhell, Cassius—get up here and explain your death to the class.

But there’s lingering tenderness between them in the canon, even in Hangar 17B, that gives credence to the view that Cassius is not renouncing him, that a softer interpretation of the scene could be valid. Without getting too deep into it, there’s definitely a sense—in my take, at least—that Cassius thinks he’s to Lysander what Darrow was to him back in MS, that if he keeps extending his (painfully overeager) hand to him, eventually, Lysander will take it.

Because Cassius perceives Lysander’s actions as a rejection of the Republic rather than the Rising itself, that he’s someone with semi–valid criticisms of the way Mustang governs and Darrow prosecutes the Solar War, someone who thinks the Society is the lesser of two evils. In other words, he sees Lysander as the well–intentioned Reformer he pretends to be.

I repeatedly stress in my fic that Darrow’s (accurate) view of Lysander, and his advice to Cassius regarding him, sadly doesn’t register—and that doesn’t change after they become lovers. Cassius is still not listening where Lysander is concerned, because he cannot believe he’s truly that putrid and unrepentant, because he thinks they’re kindred souls. But despite his idealistic pretensions, Lysander hates Darrow, first and foremost, because he’s a Red, because lowColors are subhuman to him. The boy is racist af.

If he wasn’t able to hold his tongue here (and how could he possibly; he’d be ridiculously offended) or if he intentionally confronted Cassius for ‘disgracing himself’ or something along those lines, I think Cassius would finally see him as he is. (And he would find it honestly funny that Lysander didn’t know how he felt about Darrow, because he thinks it’s painfully obvious.) It would make the harsher interpretation true—that Cassius is attempting to kill him, that he no longer believes Lysander can be saved/changed and he’s not trying anymore.

He would still be melancholy, I think, but instead of mourning the person Lysander used to be, as he seems to do in the canon, he’d be mourning the person he thought Lysander was, which is both more and less depressing. More, because he failed completely, and less, because it gives him closure. Throughout my fic, Cassius tries to make sense of Lysander’s actions and he’s frustrated by his inability to do that, to decisively judge him. But in this moment, he can—he sees right through him, and it’s satisfying, even though it hurts.

I think the canon implies Cassius was content with his fate and my take honors that. Obviously, he would’ve preferred to live, but not at the expense of his principles or his mission (to protect innocents victims of war, to make reparations for Ares and, honestly, Lysander at this point, to become the man his father wanted him to be), and he’s grateful that he managed to squeeze in a loving relationship with Darrow. Darrow is a touch greedy—you get the sense that no amount of time with Cassius would ever satisfy him, because he wants forever (who doesn’t?). But Cassius is happy with his lot.

(For the record, as y’all know, I’m not convinced that canon Cassius loves Darrow platonically, but he’s clearly not pining. Neither is mine, really. He fully expected to be rejected and he’d already made his peace with that. Darrow surprised him, lol.)

Some small things that I’d change, though—

Cassius would die with the picture of Darrow tucked into his armor, where he always wears it, against his heart. (This is my detail, not from the canon, lol.) Lysander would find it and burn it. You get the sense in the canon that he blames Darrow for Cassius’ death, and that would be even more true here, because he would realize that Cassius was always in love with him (because, as I mention in my fic, Lysander knows about the picture, but not what it’s of) and he’d be livid about it.

Cassius would not get sundeath. He’d be cremated and brought back to Olympia, to be buried at Eagle’s Rest. I’m not sure if it’s canon or just an invention of mine that Martians, generally, prefer to be buried, but I know lowColors do, and I think Cassius would choose that. He would want Darrow (and Lyria) to mourn him in the Red way, as a conscious rejection of both Lysander and (Society) Gold values.

As for the quote, lover does rhyme with brother, lol, but idk, something about that doesn’t feel right. Dare I offer… husband? It was their honeymoon, after all. Who knows? Maybe they get married in the sequel. Stranger things have happened. Darrow is traditional, you know. And it’d be a helluva Fuck–You to Lysander. Regardless, it would be a more forceful rejection of Lysander than we got in the canon.

God, I really rambled on, but what can I say? You unleashed me, anon.

#light bringer #light bringer spoilers #cassius au bellona #lysander au lune #darrow of lykos #darrow o’lykos #red rising #red rising fanfic #more than brothers #darrow x cassius #cassius x darrow #dassius #character study #opinion and analysis #kinda

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washwashgalaxy · 1 year

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DARK ANGEL By Mena Sisto

Every so often a dark angelMakes a visit Touching upon all the goodEvery so often When life appearsStill, tranquilSpreads its wingsTo usher Shadows n’ the lightBringing forth That which was anticipated.– ms.( Image courtesy of Google )

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the-tiniest-nephilim · 2 years

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Do you feel like talking about Darrow?

I miss him very much, but I feel like Pierce is preparing big things for him (Lightbringer razor, functional sunblood pegasus, hugs and ckmfort food, blorbo in distress saved by his lovely Sovereign followed by at least 3 chapters of good quality smut, because Pierce Brown owes it to me personally etc.). He deserves EVERY COOL THING THERE IS.

Well I appreciate you asking! Huge Darrow fan here (if that wasn’t clear by previous posts lol)

!POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR THE RED RISING TRILOGY AND IRON GOLD TETRALOGY!

I think Lightbringer is still going to be hell. Don’t get me wrong. With tensions still high between Darrow and Lysander, as well as the whole Volga Ascomanni debacle (not to mention Victra and the children…) there’s a whole lot to sort through. However, I have a feeling Brown is going to give us some peace at the end, similar to that of Morning Star. Perhaps a repeat scene of the ending in MS where Pax and Darrow meet again on a beach and finally y’know, learn to accept each other and the past.

I can totally see a final fight between Darrow and Lysander where they both ride sunbloods toward each other to lock into battle, only to have, well… and this is a huge leap here… but Cassius end up killing the boy that he raised. That twist is something that I’m willing to accept- esp if Cassius has to choose between saving Darrow and his ideals, or the corrupt boy he tried to raise but failed to. Or hey, maybe Lysander won’t die and we’ll be stuck with his racist ass

Darrow’s seen a lot of things in his time and I don’t think he’s a perfect character. I love that he’s not perfect either- I love how Brown gives him flaws and faults bc that’s something believable and admirable. He’s def not gonna be totally okay by the end of the series… and I’m afraid that.. well..

Pierce may very well end up killing him.

Just a thought, but I keep that in mind when I remember that most of our ‘heroes’ in this story are dead, faded off in the machine that is war.

I would love to see some hugs and comfort for the good man, but I’m just afraid we won’t be able to see that because… you’ve seen this series’ track record. It’s not exactly known as the most… flowery series ever.

I suppose we’ll have to wait and see though! Really want that Pax-Darrow reunion tho… AND DUDE HIM AND VIRGINIA BACK TOGETHER? AUGH YES. She shows up to kick ass and kiss her idiot husband after murdering her brother’s clone.

(As for Red God in the future… I don’t think it’ll follow Darrow… my feelings are leading me to think it’s going to follow Pax and his story navigating through life)

Darrow supremacy howls on!

#crow thoughts #darrow of lykos #jumbled thoughts?#more common than you’d think lol #thanks for the ask! would love to hear what you have to say about best man

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luciferloveschloe · 4 years

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so of course tumblr is the worst and didn’t save the draft i was working on. which means @misabelthemiserable‘s ask is now gone too! but the prompt you send for my 1k celebration was “why are you lying to me?”. i hope it’s angsty enough for you ;)

betaed by @narleen and @venividivictorious. thank you!!

[deckerstar, 1k words, angst, ep 2x14]

so long and lost

“Why are you lying to me?”

The words are too loud, too intimate in the busy precinct, she knows, but her hands have balled into fists at her sides and she has to stop him from talking, from spewing more bullshit in that voice she loves, that voice she terribly missed in the last two weeks, that voice that now lets her blood run cold in her veins.

“Detective?”

The annoying, unbearable smirk slips off his face, and he blinks, focussing on her. Behind them, his wife smoothes out her pink dress over a body that looks nothing like hers, and she hates the way her insides coil and twist.

“Don’t ever call me that again.”

Thankfully, her voice doesn’t betray her, and he reels back as if she had struck him, eyes widening briefly before he can school his features into something resembling calm and concern. He’s good at that, isn’t he? He always has been. Acting and manipulating and wearing so many masks that maybe even he doesn’t know what kind of person he is. She doesn’t care.

He opens his mouth to answer her, the mouth she kissed, and she grabs his sleeve to yank him towards one of the conference rooms so she doesn’t have to listen to him any longer. She lets go as soon as she can, but even that brief contact is too much.

She still remembers him sitting next to her hospital bed, looking worse than she’d ever seen him, carefully holding her hand with his own. Or extricating his fingers from her grasp? She can’t be sure now. It doesn’t matter.

She slams the door shut once they’re inside the sound-proof, glass-enclosed space. The table separates them, and for a brief moment she is immensely grateful to Ella, who shoos the nosier of their colleagues away to give them privacy. Finally, she faces him.

“Why are you lying to me?!”

Her eyes sting dangerously, and she can’t keep herself from shouting any longer.

He visibly struggles to form words, but she cuts him off.

“You lied to me when you saved Trixie and me from Graham. You lied to me when you were worried about my car crash. You– You lied in court. You lied on that stupid burger date!”

She loathes how shrill she sounds, how pathetic. Lucifer is still as a statue across from her, and she wants to hurt him with her words, to slice him open until maybe his heart feels as raw and shattered as hers does.

“You lied on that damned beach. You lied when you cared for me when I was poisoned. I– I still don’t know how you helped Dan with the antidote, but you– You lied when I woke up, too. You lied and you tricked me, and I should never even have trusted you to begin with and you– You don’t even deserve my tears. I mean, did all of that mean nothing to you? Was anything even real?!”

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He’s sure his heart can’t break more than it already has, but her last words do the trick. He staggers back against the glass, and the pain is so acute and excruciating for a moment that it knocks the breath out of his lungs.

Real.

Everything was real to me. You made the devil believe he had a chance at happiness.

Across from him, Chloe is crying openly now, furiously wiping tears from her cheeks, her eyes shut against him and her lips trembling.

The sight is unbearable, and his whole body aches with the overwhelming need to rush to her, to comfort her in his arms and brush those tears away himself.

But he can’t, can he?

And this, this– It’s not what he had intended at all.

Aside from tricking Mum, Candy was only meant to show Chloe that he… Well, that he isn’t somebody she should consider, romantically. A chance for her to hopefully break free of his father’s manipulations.

He’d expected her to be annoyed with him, pissed even. That maybe she’d be angry with him for a while, but that in the end she’d realise that she shouldn’t be with him and that eventually, they could continue to work together.

(He can admit to himself that he is simply too weak to leave her entirely.)

But he hadn’t expected this.

Chloe is leaning against the far wall, blowing her nose with shaking hands. She’s trying to breathe slowly, to calm herself down, he knows, but sobs still wrack her body, tears still overflow from her eyes.

It’s so, so much worse than anything he feared.

Because it means that she really– That she cares for him a lot. Why, why does his Father have to punish her with this?! Why take her choice away, make her feel things she has no control over, why involve her in their thrice damned feud?!

A grim wrath curses through him, ancient and long-familiar, and he doesn’t know who he’s more furious at – his father or himself.

Chloe faces him again, shattered and devastated because of him, and he feels like Maze is twisting her demon knife inside his chest.

She doesn’t deserve this. She doesn’t deserve him.

He knows he needs to end this, here, now. He must remove himself from her life completely, even if it kills him. Even if it already has. So he swallows, opens his mouth to break another of his vows for her, and lies for the first time.

“I did– I did lie. About all of it. None– None of it was real.”

He has to force the words out, and his voice breaks in the end.

Chloe blinks, and then she wails, quietly, forlorn, and he knows without a doubt that this will be his hell loop, from now on.

He presses his eyes shut, stumbles from the room, somehow dodges Candy and Ms. Lopez to leave the precinct.

Once more, the Lightbringer is left in darkness.

#lucifer on netflix #deckerstar fanfiction #lucifer fanfiction #thedeckerstarnetwork #1k celebration #me actually writing #please somebody pester me to resolve the angst #i've written it and i can't stand it #also i'll post it on ao3 too #but i think external links mess with tags and visibility #and i'm working on the other prompts too!#i'm just slow and want to do them justice

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azritesx3 · 4 years

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“A Devil’s Love” Chapter 4: I Shall Be Your Nurse

Description: Chloe’s best friend is back, and Lucifer’s charm can’t seem to affect her either. Is she also a miracle child? Or something…more? [Story starts during S2 Ep4, Female Reader Insert]

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AN: Updated March 14, 2020 - Grammar AN: Updated July 15, 2020 - Grammar

Rating: Teen Warning[s]: Swearing

Show Timeline: Season 2 after episode 11

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Tag List: @ayanna-wild, @anushay1998, @emiwrites3reads, @i-am-canada-13, @heart-of-pots-and-pans, @tinyybiceps, @jessicarene99, @lucifersnipnips, @givemebooksorgivemedeath, @sailor-earth-1

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The Goddess of all creation stood in the shadows of her son's nightclub parking garage. She had been waiting for hours, but it would have been hours well spent.

How can she compare waiting a few measly human hours to having her Lightbringer back home? Up in the Heavens where he belonged.

For her to have her family back.

The Goddess watched as Lucifer pulled into his parking space. To her disappointment, he led her target up the elevator with him. That's fine. What're a couple more minutes?

But those minutes turned into a few more hours before her prey exited the elevator. Alone.

It's impossible to explain the excitement flowing through the Goddess.

She opened the cap to the trigger, and-

"Mother!"

The Goddess whirled on her heels to come face to face with her son, Amenadiel.

"What are you doing, Mother?"

"I'm about to eliminate the problem that is keeping Lucifer here!"

"What problem?" The Goddess motioned her son's attention to her prey, who now talked on her phone.

Her son's eyes went wide when he saw the trigger, "Mother no! You can't kill her!" He went to grab the trigger, but the Goddess ran back, "Mother, Lucifer will stop at nothing to find out who killed her, and if he finds out it was you-"

"But why?!" The Goddess could not help the desperation that escaped her voice, "She's just a human! Humans die! How could he want to stay here with them?! With her!"

"It's more than just her keeping him here, Mother. This will accomplish nothing."

Her son dashed at her. The two fought briefly, with her as the winner as she threw her son far from her.

She picked up the trigger, spun on her heel to see her prey looking back at her approaching Lightbringer and--

And an explosion went off.

The second son came up to her and looked on in horror at the scene playing before him.

"Mother, how could you?!"

But instead of pure joy from a job well done, the Goddess’s face was scrunched in confusion. She held up her trigger, which had yet to be pushed down.

"I didn't do that."

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Darkness.

Always darkness.

You knew it. Everything. Everyone. It was too good to be true.

You could never escape. He was right.

You try to move, but feel that your body is tied down.

Of course it is. Time for more punishment.

But...something's different. You're laying on your back. He usually laid you on your stomach. He only did punishment on your back, where evidence of your crime, your betrayal, lay.

Did he finally damage your back enough? Was he going for the front now? Maybe he thinks that if he damages your whole body it'll change His mind.

You don't believe it. Nothing changes His mind.

You start to hear some...beeping? The more you hear it the more panicked you become.

What is he going to do to me?

As the beeping grows louder and more frequent you start to hear the voices, but these voices sound different from what you were used to.

Her heartbeat is rising too high! She's entering a panicked state! Get her in the room now!

You feel the table under you start to move then stop. Then there were hands on you and needles entering you.

The beeping grew.

The voices began to shout.

Sir! You can't be in here! Sir, you must leave! We're trying to save her life! Security!

But then all the voices cease, and you feel a warmth. You see a light in the darkness break through.

"Earth."

That voice...so familiar. So warm.

"My father isn't allowed to have you yet. Come back, darling. You're safe. I promise."

The warmth starts at your hand and spreads throughout your body. You run towards that warmth, that light.

"Open your eyes, love."

You slowly open your eyes. You have to blink a few times to adjust. Once you do you see you're in a room. A normal-looking room. With monitors, wires, a window, even a TV.

You see frightened faces in front of you, but to your right you see that warmth. That light.

"Hello, darling." The light smiles at you.

You try to smile back, but your face hurts, and you can feel something over your nose and mouth.

"Thank you for coming back to me, love. Now rest. I'll be here when you wake fully." The light squeezes your hand gently, and you succumb to its command.

Unknown to you, that light looks to the doctor and nurses and turns bitterly cold.

"Save her. I don't believe I have to say what will happen if you don't."

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Lucifer refused to leave the hospital until the doctor assured him that you were stable. It took a while, but Alice convinced him that she would call him as soon as any sign of you waking up showed.

Before he left, though, he made sure that you would be well protected.

"I have a job, Lucifer."

"Yes, well you're still pledged to me, despite your betrayal with my brother."

"You're still on that?"

"Protect K9 until I punish the pathetic human that tried to end her life."

"I am a bounty hunter. I can find this guy quicker-"

"No. Look Maze," Lucifer put his hands on his demon's shoulders, "you are the only one that I can trust to actually keep her safe."

Maze looks the Devil in the eyes, sighs and rolls them, "Fine."

"Wonderful. Now, let me introduce you to the lovely Ms. Green!"

As if on cue, Alice returns to your hospital door with vending machine goodies in hand, "Oh, hello!" She places her snacks on a chair, "You must be Maze! Lucifer told me to expect you."

Alice holds out her hand, but instead of shaking it Maze looks her up and down, taking in her floral dress.

"Um," Alice awkwardly retracts her hand, "Earth told me about your skills at that 'girls night'. Very impressive!" She fidgets with her fingers, "I agree with Lucifer. You're the best option to make sure this bomber doesn't get near her again."

"Well, I must be off." Lucifer waves behind him as he walks away, "The Detective needs my help to find the bastard. Ta-ta!"

"Sooo," Alice motions her snacks to Maze, "Want to raid my snack chair?"

Maze huffs.

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"What are you saying, Detective?"

"It's out of my hands."

"How could you?!"

"Lucifer-" Chloe looks around them and sees that their conversation was starting to attract attention. She pulls Lucifer into the forensic lab, knowing that Ella was still at the site.

"How could you do nothing?!" Lucifer shouts at her when the door shuts.

"It's not by choice, Lucifer! The FBI took this case over, and I can't do anything unless called upon."

"But she's-"

"I know, Lucifer! You don't think I'm upset too?!" Chloe's frustration clearly shows on her face, as well as the angry tears she kept in her eyes, "My best friend almost died, and I'm being forced to keep my hands off of it! I can't do anything!"

"Well I, for one, am not going to let anyone tell me what I can and can't do. I'll find this scum myself and do my own judgment."

"Lucifer!" But the door has already slammed shut on her.

The next couple of days Lucifer spent texting Maze and Alice, who seemed to be getting along fantastically. He also hired more guards and, despite the FBI agent telling him not to, he opens LUX back up. He received a couple of texts and calls from Chloe, but he ignored them.

He was currently searching for a new car for you when Alice called him.

"Doctor says she'll be up in a couple of hours!"

"I'm on my way."

Lucifer's on his feet and in his car faster than any human, of course. He first drives to the nearest florist and gets a dozen roses of various colors. He then goes to his favorite sweet shop and gets a box of chocolates.

He parks in the visitors spot and takes long strides to your hospital room. He smiles as he opens your door, but when he sees who's in the room his smile slightly dips.

"Detective?"

"Hey, Lucifer." She gives him a confused look at his expression, "What? You didn't think I wouldn't want to be here when she wakes up?"

"No, of course not." He brushes past her and gives nods of hello to Maze and Alice. He places the vase of roses on the table next to the window and keeps the chocolates in his coat pocket.

Chloe eyes the roses and hums to herself.

"Alright now, darling." Lucifer holds onto your left hand and looks at your face, "You've slept long enough. Time to wake up."

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You wake up in the darkness for a second time.

But this time the light is already here, waiting for you.

Your body feels...good. Well, different from how punishments usually go. The light reminds you, however, that this wasn't a punishment. That you hadn't imagined everyone. They were real, and they were waiting.

You open your eyes.

"Welcome back, love." Lucifer smiles warmly at you.

You give him a small smile back and look around you.

"Hey there, girl." Chloe takes the seat to your right and holds your hand. She's smiling, and you see the wetness in her eyes.

"Welcome back, Ms." Alice stands at the foot of your hospital bed, gripping the railings tightly to keep her emotions in check. You see Maze standing behind her in the shadows, but even there you can see the sparkle in her eyes. She's happy too.

You try to sit up and speak, but all that comes out is grunts. Lucifer gets you a glass of water for your dry throat and Chloe helps you sit up.

"Hey guys." You smile at the room after you down the water.

"There she is! Glad to see you haven't forgotten about us, K9." Lucifer smiles, teeth and all, at you.

"How are you feeling?" Chloe squeezes your hand slightly and looks concerned.

"Better. A lot better. What exactly happened?" You look back and forth between Chloe and Lucifer.

"Someone put a bomb under your car." Chloe starts explaining when Lucifer refuses to speak, "That's all I know. The FBI took over the investigation. Even Ella can't tell me anything about what she finds at the site."

"No one else got hurt, right?" You ask her, then turn to Lucifer, "You're ok right? You were there when…"

"No one else got hurt, and yes I'm fine." Lucifer gives you a small smile and squeezes your hand.

Chloe looks between the two of you, heart constricting. Her phone ringing snaps her out of the feeling, "Excuse me." She leaves the room and answers her phone.

"Try to get back on your feet soon, Earth." Alice playfully slaps your covered feet, "The clinic is all ready to go. Just waiting on you to cut the ribbon to officially open."

"Can't miss that!" You wink at her and she laughs.

"Your crew from the precinct and at the clinic wrote some cards for you. You even got one from the team back in NY." Alice points over to the table, but your sight becomes fixated on the vase of roses.

"Since you're up now I'm leaving. I got humans to catch." Maze starts to walk out the door.

"Thank you for being here, Maze!" Alice smiles at her. Maze looks at Lucifer and he gives her a nod, then she's gone.

"You're going to get hungry soon. Let me see what the hospital has for food, and I have to let the doctors know you're fully awake now." Alice waves at you then leaves the room.

"They're mine."

You blink at Lucifer, "What?"

"The roses." He gives you a sly grin, "I noticed you staring."

"They are beautiful. How'd you know roses are my favorite? I don't remember telling you that last night."

"Three nights ago actually, darling."

"...What?"

"You've been asleep for three days. Almost four."

"Oh…"

Lucifer squeezes your hand and smiles at you, trying to brighten you back up, "To answer your question, I asked Ms. Green. It seems a tradition for you humans to give flowers to those in the hospital. I wanted to make sure I got the right ones."

"Hmm," you hum at him, and decide to brighten up for him, "Well, actually, they still might not be right."

"...Pardon?" He was confused now.

"Do they still have their thorns?"

He looks between you and the flowers. Eyebrow raised, he stands and walks over to the vase. He takes out a red rose and inspects it.

"...They do not."

"Ah, damn." You snap your fingers in that "oh drat" manner, "I like my roses with thorns still on them." You raise your hand to him and press your index finger and thumb together, but with them barely touching, "So close."

He laughs at your sarcastic smile, "Pray tell, why do they need the thorns to be perfect for you, darling?"

"I like to think of them as 'beauty on the outside, danger on the inside', the opposite of the original saying. If you run up and pluck a rose from its bush you're likely to get pricked." You shrug, "Beauty isn't everything. You have to know what's inside too."

Lucifer hums in response, but looks at the rose, not you. He then comes back to your left side and smiles, "I see, but if they still have the thorns you couldn't do this." He puts the rose behind your left ear and pulls the stem around to your other ear. He sits down and holds your chin with his index and thumb.

"Beautiful." He smiles. You're stunned silent and probably as red as a fire hydrant. It didn't help that your heart monitor started beeping more rapidly.

You hear a cough and knock on your door and see Chloe standing in the doorframe, looking.

"Chloe!" You pull away from Lucifer and shove the rose under your hospital blanket. You tried to ignore the disappointing grunt that came from him, "How was your phone call?" You ask too loudly.

"Bad news for you, I'm afraid." She comes back to your right side, "That was the FBI agent in charge of this case. He's coming over now that you're awake. He has questions for you." She rubs your hand, "I tried to tell him that you just woke up and to come back tomorrow, but-"

"It's ok, Chloe." You pat her hand, "I'd rather get this done and over with."

"I'm back! And not with good food." Alice holds up a tray of that typical hospital food to everyone.

"Which is why I bought this!" Lucifer pulls out the box of chocolates and smiles devilishly.

"Lucifer, she just woke up! I highly doubt the doctor wants the first thing in her stomach to be chocolate." Chloe rolls her eyes at the man.

"It's alright, Chlo. I can suffer a bit more." You smile at her as you take the box from him and open it up to everyone, "I'll probably need this energy for that agent anyways."

For the next hour you, Lucifer, Chloe, and Alice share the food and chocolate while talking about various things. The doctor finally comes in to check up on you, and that's when the agent knocks on the door.

"Hello, Ms. Earth. I'm Agent Monroe." The man comes to stand beside Chloe and holds his hand out to you.

"Hello, Agent Monroe." You shake his hand.

Chloe stands and offers her hand, "I'm Detective Decker. I'm who you spoke with on the phone."

"Detective Decker." He shakes Chloe's hand.

Chloe motions to Lucifer, "And this is Lucifer-"

"Oh, I know who this chap is." Lucifer looks completely uninterested, "He's the one who told me to keep my club closed until this was over."

"And I see you took my warning in stride, Mr. Morningstar." Lucifer smiles at the man and pops a chocolate in his mouth.

"This is Alice Green. My business partner." You motion over to Alice and Monroe shakes her hand.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give you more time to recover Ms., but I feel it's best to let you know now what we have found and how we'd like you to go forward."

"Oh?" You look questionably at him.

"First let me start with the questions," he pulls out a notepad and pen from his suit coat, "Who, do you know, could have been around your car that night?"

"I gave my keys to the LUX valet. Other than him I don't know. Various clubbers I'm sure."

"And you've already interrogated my worker." Lucifer comments.

"Do you know anyone who could hold a grudge against you?" Monroe continues, ignoring Lucifer's comment.

You stayed quiet.

"Ms.?"

"Um, no. I don't believe so. Besides, I don't really see this as an attack on me."

Everyone stares at you now.

Oops.

"Ms. Earth," Monroe puts his notepad back in his coat and holds his hands together in front of him, "We have evidence to believe that this was an attack on your life." Chloe and Lucifer look at him. Alice's eyes remain on yours.

"What kind of evidence?" Chloe asks.

"The first sweep of the area we found only one bomb and it was attached to Ms. Earth's car." He speaks to Chloe, "No other bombs were found in the area. We even checked every car parked."

"I ordered a final sweep," he looks back to you, "and we did find another bomb, but this one hadn't been activated by a trigger. It was activated when the first bomb went off."

"Well if you found another bomb then-"

"Ms. Earth." He raises a hand to interrupt you, "That second bomb was also found on your vehicle, and it was of different make than the first one."

"Are you saying that-"

"Yes." He interrupts Chloe and stares hard at you, "Ms., I believe you were targeted by two different parties that night."

"What?!" Both Lucifer and Chloe gasp at the man. You immediately feel light-headed and start to sink into your bed. Alice rushes over to your right and helps to hold you upright. When Lucifer notices he stands to help raise you on your left.

"Mr. Morningstar, I'm going to need all security footage of the parking garage for that night, as well as a couple of nights before. Ms. Earth, I highly advise you to stay at one of our safety bunkers to keep a low profile."

"No." You take a shaky breath in and out, then stare at him with force, "I'm not going to let these people control my life. I will go home to rest, then continue my life like normal."

"Ms., that's not-"

"I don't care." You silence him, "It's what I want and it's what I'm going to do."

"If I may," your doctor, who had been standing in the hall waiting for the agent to finish, knocks on your door, "you'll need someone to take care of you for a few days. You are healing remarkably well, but someone should be with you to help you walk and apply the medication."

"You can stay with me, Earth. Trixie would love to be a nurse for you, considering how she's already worried about you."

"No no. You've already got Maze. Besides, I'd feel like I'd be putting you guys at risk."

"We're only a couple of doors down from each other." Alice chips in, "You can have your space and just call me when you need help."

"The lives of those in the building would be at risk." Monroe points out, "It's not a hard thing to bomb a small apartment building like that."

"It's settled then!" Lucifer claps his hands and looks like a kid on Christmas, "I shall be your nurse in my humble abode!"

Oh no. No no no.

"That does seem like your best option Ms. Earth. If you wish to continue your life and heal outside of this hospital, Mr. Morningstar's club is a smart idea. We've no reason to believe the attackers wish to harm anyone besides you, but that could be different if you were in a building with a dozen people versus a hundred. It'd be much more difficult to bomb that entire building, as well."

"Plus I've doubled my guard, and my walk-in shower has a seat for you to comfortably wash yourself." Lucifer gives you his flirtatious smile and wiggles his eyebrows.

Out of the corner of your eye you believe you see, and possibly feel, daggers coming out of Chloe.

Fuck.

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Lucifer left the room to call ahead his security team to have the footage ready for Agent Monroe. The agent bid you farewell and gave you his number in case you thought of anything. Alice left next after you forced her to go home and get some rest.

Chloe stayed behind.

"Are you sure you're going to be ok?" Chloe helps you get dressed and sit with your legs dangling over the bed, waiting for the release papers.

"Now that I'm stuck with him for a few days, nope."

Chloe chuckles softly and wraps an arm around your shoulder, "My offer still stands."

"And so does my reasoning." You sigh into Chloe's touch, "If there's someone, or multiple someones, after me I don't want to put your family at risk. Agent Monroe is right. These people probably don't mind if a couple of innocents get in the way."

Chloe's silent for a while, "Hey, um. Are you and Lucifer…?"

"Nope. No way. Not even in the slightest."

"Then...why did you go out with him?"

"I only agreed to the outing because Lucifer wanted it as repayment for him giving me that construction company. Apparently, helping to save his home wasn't enough." You turn towards her and look her in the eyes, "It was not a date. I swear, Chloe. In fact, I also agreed to it to make sure he was good for you."

Chloe smiles at you and hugs you, "I believe you, Earth. Always do. Thank you." She whispers in your ear. You hug her back the best you can with arms wrapped up.

"What are the chances that I can be in the middle of that hug, but with all clothes off?" Lucifer smiles as he walks back into the room.

"Only in your dreams, Lucifer," Chloe remarks.

"It's already happening there. Precisely why I'm asking about it now."

A nurse comes in with the release papers and instructions on the healing process. She explains everything to everyone, then hands the clipboard over to you and Lucifer to sign. You get Chloe to sign too in case Lucifer forgot something. You think it's evident that he will.

The nurse takes the clipboard then brings in a wheelchair.

"Oh no. I don't want a wheelchair. Just give me the crutches."

"I had a feeling you would say that, K9. Which is why I already took the liberty of putting the crutches in my car so you'd be forced to use the wheelchair out of here!"

"Lucifer." Chloe hisses.

"What? As K9's nurse, I want to push her around. At least once." He smiles like the trouble maker he is.

"Push me in a wall or down a set of stairs and I will kill you." You warn.

"Promises, promises. Come now, darling!"

Lucifer pushes you down the hall and outside. Chloe walks with you guys, and once you're secured in Lucifer's car she says her goodbyes and promises to call you tonight.

"Despite you being injured, I'm positively thrilled to spend more time with you, K9!" Lucifer looks sideways at you with a smile as he pulls out of the hospital, "I wonder what secrets I can coax out of you during these days."

You grunt, "Just drive, Lucifer."

"Your wish is my command, darling!"

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Thea - Journal Entries #19-21

“All that are worthy of taking the steps to repentance shall be cleansed of sin, doubt, and most importantly set upon a new path. These steps are never to be taken lightly. Nigh, you must come to me with grace and certainty that this path is without any shred of doubt, yours alone.

The journey will be long, possibly encompassing between the veils of both life and death - you must have perseverance to allow me to guide you. For if you are to be cleansed, allowing the Light within to permeate all that you are and all that you ever will be, you must be willing to trust what sometimes may never be trusted. Forgive the damned. Love those who have never known such emotions.

Your path lays before you. Only now, you have met me. Let go of thy fears, and take my hand. I will guide you home.”

- Unknown, ext. Azerothian Lightbringer pg. 3

19. Home

Pa sat in his musty worn chair basking in the warmth of the fireplace when I entered through the tiny back garden door. It was late, I had just finished the ending council meetings and debriefings from the front line in Stormwind keep. Pye had given me a glowing recommendation to our king, Anduin Wrynn, who smiled at me as he crossed the long distance between his throne and where I knelt before him. “Rise, Ms. Kain. Although we face casualties, you and your team have given us hope that this war could soon end. We need people like you, but you must be rested and healed. You-your foot, how bad is it?” I winced slightly as I rose to be face to face with my king. “The on-board medical staff reset it... after I reset it in the field, it’s at least broken in three places, my King.” He winced in sympathy towards my condition, before slowly turning away and heading back to his seat. “Ms. Kain, I’m appointing you to take at least four weeks off for you to heal. Do with what you want that time, but I will require your assistance for upcoming deployments in the future, Commander.” He said the last line with a smile, Pye even joined in the praise as he lent his arm as a crutch for support.

I snapped out of the memory looking towards my father in the dim firelight. Sound asleep, with a glass of lambic still half full. I sat in my chair next to his, setting the wooden cane Pruet had gifted me as we got ashore on the small wooden end stand between Pa and I, taking off my glove and nimbly unknotting his fingers around the glass. He snorted and began to lull back, as I stifled a laugh in my chest. I took the remainder of the glass in one swig and leaned forward admiring the flames, setting the empty glass on the table and grabbing the fire poker and stirring the embers, flipping a new log atop. Although spring was quickly approaching, winter winds still pressed upon our fair capitol.

I leaned back, slowly taking my boots off, then my pauldrons, and finally my chainmail chest-guard. The soggy bandages with sweat and blood needed to be changed and I desperately needed to bathe, but that could wait until morning. Before getting too lost in the fire I grabbed the glass and got up, leaning on the back of my chair for support and walked over to our kitchen, pouring myself more of the lambic. I tilted the small pony keg to get the last remnants of the contents in my glass. I would surely need to pay a visit to the Pig and Whistle to have them deliver another. Maybe two. I had quite a bit of money now from the recent deployment, along with a bonus because of the new promotion so that was nice. I limped back over with the full cup to my chair, nursing the glass over many hours as I reflected on the events of the battle we had won. King Rastakhan was dead, and although Jaina had been dealt with a near fatal Horde counter offensive, she had made it out by the skin of her teeth. We had dealt a wound to the Horde that they surely would not recover from so easily.

I awoke with a stiff neck and the smell of eggs and the sound of bacon frying in a pan, the first of morning light cascading into the our dusty little hovel in Old Town. I raised my eyebrows attempting to open my eyes fully, rubbing them so they could focus a bit better. “When did you get home last night, didn’t even hear you come in!” Pa gleefully pronounced as he set the plate of breakfast before me. I smiled, “Thank you Pa. I uhh-I came home pretty late, must have been past twelve-bells. I didn’t want to wake you.” He laughed, placing a plate of his own on the end stand. “Well now I’ve got you to thank for for the crick in my neck. But I guess that’s nothing compared to what you must have been through! Fresh bandages are in the wash room, I went ahead and started to draw you a bath, you stink like a sailor, and look like you haven’t bathed in a month!” He laughed shoveling his food into his mouth, dripping egg into his shaggy unkempt beard.

“Gee, thanks Pa.” I said a little condescendingly, before jesting with him, honestly happy to see that I made it out alive to be here, sharing this moment with him. “I umm-I haven’t bathed since Kul Tiras. So yeah, no wonder.” I began eating my breakfast, not realizing how hungry I was, before too long we had finished and Arthur went to the wash room to cut off the water, coming back out with fresh linens, trading it with my now empty plate. “Pa.” I said with a soft tone. “Thea?” He replied, holding both plates heading towards the sink. “I-I’m glad to be home. The things I saw... I really didn’t know if I was-” He cut me off, setting the plates down atop the pile of dishes on the sink and embraced me. “I... I didn’t know if you’d come back. After reading your letter, I started to procure arrangements with Father Fortea. I cried for two days, thinking I was going to lose my daughter to this war. When I awoke this morning to find you by my side... Thea. I’m so happy. So happy that you are home.” Tears began to streak on my cheeks, as I embraced my father, the only waves of emotions I’ve let out in front of him since Dustin was killed in action.

He wiped the tears away from my now laden cheeks, “Bath is waiting, get in before it get’s cold. I... I have news as well regarding your letter, once you’re washed up.After that I’ll have you run into town, if you’re up for it?” I nodded before he helped me up from the chair and then walked me over to the wash room. I shut the door and took off the remainder of chainmail leggings and then my undergarments and soiled bandages. I dipped my toes into the water gauging the temperature, steam gently wafting around me as I entered. Blood began to rise to the surface after I had submerged myself. I poured a little extra soap into the tub. Suds began to form as I gently appraised the wounds that had already begun healing up. Luckily not too many stitches were needed when we had retreated to safety of the ship. A week had passed and the wounds have already closed up around my hand and leg, so I began the slow process of taking out the excess stitch-work.

An hour had passed, scrubbing every inch of dirt and grime out of my pores. The medical staff only had cleaned around my wounds so I wouldn’t get any infections, so the rest of my body was filthy. My pruned fingers and toes meant that is was time to get out. I lifted myself up, pulling the plug for the drain on my way out as I grasped the towel my father had given to me, wrapping it around myself. I watched the combination of dirt and encrusted blood slowly filter out into the drain along with a few auburn red hairs.

After carefully and slowly ascending the narrow steps to my room I looked at myself for the first time in what seemed like an age in my full length mirror, admiring each of my wounds with hyper focus. I never really disliked my body, but never praised it either. I never tried to feel pretty or embrace myself in lavish or revealing clothes. I always considered myself plain, average. My scars always stopped me from feeling like I was beautiful, but I recognized that I’ve been stared at in the past. I never admired my curves. I never saw my dimples. I never embraced my soft skin. My armor was like a second skin to me now. Only showing my title, and not my own expression. I feel like today, I’ll wear something nice. A tan sundress, with orange lilies. Yeah. I like this.

As I walked down the steps, I could peer through our tiny side window to the back of the abode, Pa was pruning and weeding the small garden, adorned with his dilapidated straw hat. It was closely approaching mid-day, grabbing my new cane and walked out the back door and my father gave me a bright smile, “Thea, you look lovely. Here,” He gestured towards the chairs in the garden, wiping the sweat and fresh soil off his brow, his expression turned much more serious, worried. “Tell me about your dream.”

20. Collective

I recalled everything, every detail of the encampment, how the two brothers acted, as well as the death of Andrew’s brother, Silas. He nodded, his face becoming more troubled. He got up out of his bench seat, pulling up the lid and pulling out a very worn tome, he dusted his hands and opened it, lifting his eyes to glance upon me and then back to the book as he filtered through the pages, before stopping and lifting a finger to point upon a singular passage as he recited, “Andrew Cordovo Kain, first of his name, son of Jules Derek Kast, and Ingrid Bell Kast, who took on his mother’s maiden name after Jules had past of the first reported case of Tyr’s Disease. When Andrew began to show signs of the disease himself, his devoted brother...” He paused, before saying aside, “The name, it’s redacted.” I looked to him, slightly defeated, but I nodded for him to continue, “Second of his name, and acting, but not appointed, High Priest of the Arathor city-state gave his life to save his brother, and succeeded. Nothing else is known of this day. Andrew went on to lead the citizens of Arathor to Alterac, Dalaran, and finally Stormwind. After years of conquest, and aid in the formation of the church of holy light, he passed away peacefully at the age of 63. Succeeded by his wife, Maria Nicole Kain, and their four children...” He stopped, looking up to me, “You believe that his brother, his name was Silas?”

I looked out to the garden not wanting to meet his gaze, but I nodded, “I’m... I’m almost certain. Unless I’m... I’m just going crazy. But...” I had a thought, possibly a way to know for sure, “The church, they... they must keep records of who was in their ranks, even from the beginning, and not just in Stormwind, but everywhere.” Arthur looked to me with a mild surprise, “Yes, yes, I would assume that they archive them, Arathor was a millennia ago, but they must have had records. The... The only issue is that, even if our personal family records are redacted, then it’s highly likely that the public ones would be so as well. But I’ll ask around. Is there anything else?” He looked to me with the same worried look in his eyes, the only thing I left out was the voice, the voice that made the deal with Silas, it chilled every fiber of my being thinking back to it, as if she was looking at me now. “No. Th-That was all, thank you Pa. You didn’t have to-” He shushed me, “I insist. Now get Cordon to help you with those kegs when you go into town, okay?” I smiled to him and nodded.

“Okay.” I said, as we both got up and he hugged me gently. My tan sundress flowing in the wind as I opened the gates out of the gardens, and into the cobble stone streets of the bustling capitol.

21. Road to Ruin

I went to bed early, no more past seven bells, slightly drunk from the two glasses of Bradensbrook Gorse that was gifted from Cordon after a long chat of goings’ on in the rest of the world. As I laid my head down to rest finally, I began to dream again.

The rush of a waterfall and the sound of rain greeted me as I opened my eyes laying witness to a damp field of grass and mud before the pond with the sheer rock face climbing to the higher reaches of grey sky. As I rolled upon my back I watched the rolling clouds whisper distant thundering tales to one another. Lightning bolted between them in anger. I sat up slowly, soaked and decided to limp over towards the pathway adjacent to the cascading falls of the pond.

As I walked the path, the loose cobblestones made my broken leg, shattered foot, shoot in sharp pains. I wanted to stop, but I needed to find respite. I was compelled to continue forward. My hips ached, to compensate for the poor weight distribution to continue up the small hill and I crested I was greeted by another larger hill. Light help me.

I stood there a moment waiting an answer, an answer that would never come. So I bit my lower lip and grunted down the hill and persevered through the next more daunting hill, soaked in a downpour that was only getting worse by the minute. My muscles flared in anguish as I reached the top of the path and I collapsed to my knees as I was met with a third, even larger hill.

I touched my leg with the open palm attempting to channel the healing energies I have known all throughout my life but I was empty. My connection, broken. I could feel anxiety welling into my throat, burning with an abhorrent acidity. I would surely die a peaceful death upon this lonely road. I winced, groaning and muttering curses as I got up, leaning upon a nearby post for support. Dusk was quickly approaching and I needed shelter. I needed rest.

My thoughts drifted, trying to block out the fire I was feeling all over my wounded body, drifted towards the unknown, what if this series of hills never ends, only becoming larger and larger, forever? That could not be, I was close. So very close. “Aghhhh!” I had to scream aloud, as I felt the shattered foot splinter more from the weight of the burden I was carrying. Rest. You need rest.

I fell to my knees before cresting the hill, tears of agonizing pain dripping down my face. One by one I gripped the stones, crawling up the remainder of this hill that would never end, inching my way one step closer, my breathing became rapid, the elevation of these trails leaving me catching every last bit of oxygen.

I looked upon the summit and saw hope. A hut of architecture that was familiar, I just could not place where I had seen it before. The lantern lit interior was warm and welcome as I clutched upon the next banister at the top of the hill. The sloped roof cascaded the dripping of the shower as thunder began to roll ominously in the distance. I continued pushing forward, down the path.

My body collapsed in the oval entry way, as I tried to regain my breath from the trial that was before me and there, sitting in the chair facing away at the well worn writing nook was... me, and as the figure shifted, setting down the quill back into the nearby inkwell, she stood to face me. Her straw hat covered her eyes. She wore plain clothes, well equipped for the humidity, and she whispered one word.

“Owl.”

-OOC-

Took a very long break from most social media. So this post has been a bit dusty and long overdo - which I might continue in due time. But other matters have prevented such. Thanks for reading <3

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meloncholydnd · 5 years

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GAME OVER for torrah

The sound of the Goliath falling was loud and heavy, much like the tipping of a mighty oak tree. The ground shook slightly as she landed- beaten, bruised, bloodied and broken. Torrah tried desperately to pull herself up, to use the last of her stamina she could muster as her foe, another tall, rugged Goliath man, walked closer. Not hurriedly, but slowly. With confidence. He knew he had won this fight.

As he got within reach, he shook his head slightly, tutting.“Torrah, Torrah, Torrah… You don’t learn, do you?”He teased, his words scratching their way out of his throat. After a moment of enjoying her struggle, he plunged his sword down, deep into her chest, pinning her to the floor. Torrah let out a gurgled grunt of pain, unable to pull herself up further.“Oh, look at you, sweet thing… It’s adorable how you thought you could make it somewhere with the Champions of the Sky- and is that the Lightbringer’s emblem I see? Oh, that is rich…”“F-fuck you, Sul… You… You fear me.”She managed to utter. The Goliath named Sul grinned, his appearance beginning to change, getting smaller, less bulky- until he appeared as a rather handsome Elf with shorter dark hair and piercing blue eyes.“My, the cat still bites! Well, barely. But no, I don’t fear you. If I did, our roles would probably be reversed right now, and ah… Maybe you’d still be an officer. What a shame. I’m sorry it had to end this way, Ms Torrah, but you should’ve stayed down the first time…”“See you in Hell…”She spat. Sul made an amused huff at her attempts to save face, kneeling down close to her.“Send master Azhul my regards when you get there.”

With another wicked grin, and the snapping of bone, Sul’s jaw split open into four, revealing a horrid lamprey-like set of teeth within his mouth. He plunged his hundreds of razor-sharp teeth into her neck, Torrah’s remaining breath leaving her in that moment, as he began to tear her apart.

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dieannamondecho · 5 years

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tumblr entry #6 - Dear Agony Aunt

"Dear Agony Aunt: A Lot in Common"

Disclaimer: The character, "Lucy Morningstar" will be representing me, the writer of this prompt, assuming that the noun, "agony aunt", meaning a person who writes an agony column, is my aunt in the story.

*start of prompt

sometime in the '10s

Dear Agony Aunt,

I hear you've been quite a talk in Upprite City (the city where repented people go) spending your time in counseling, helping them heal out of agony and alleviate their worries through therapy sessions; things here have drastically changed, since you left Sin City, but before you ask me about anything, I want to tell you something Auntie A, something about my... concerns... and agony.

From your one and only,

Lucy Morningstar 😈👧

2 days after date of sent letter of pleasantry

Dear Agony Aunt,

Thank you for replying back to my letter.

I know I'm not someone to worry about things, I mean, I'm Lucy Morningstar, "the" devil's daughter. But this time it's different, I remember walking rampantly through the halls of our school towards the lunch area, because Ms. Smith had done it yet again, the overtime she's so fond of, and my stomach is "not" having a good day.

As I was on my way, I think I got hit by a hefty, quite a debonairly man and somehow knocked me off to sleep...

The deepest, darkest thoughts have corrupted my entire siesta that somehow told me of my current sitches, one is whomever this man that have taken me down from my uprightness and mission to quench my tummy's hunger, I'll make sure he'll know that he had interfered with the lightbringer's daughter and if not only the people around me with their feet not lengthier than Filipino foot size, 9-10 are in my way to reach my destination.

But really, some things occurred in my head like it was real... first and foremost is my relation to my father, that because he's the one to blame for human's immorality, I am being called out as one too, now I understand why father is so problematic about it; another thing is that some human named Dianna Enchano... err, wait, Ecahno? Oh no, oh! Echano. Sorry, people who often write and read her last name is rather vexing, I mean, it's not even that hard to read. Anyway, she had embarked a part in my existence and mind, that she and I had a lot in common, for instance is that we're both being body-shamed for having such slim forms, people might not be insinuating it, but she knows what they truly mean behind their, "just joking" one-liners.

Another is living up to people's/my world’s expectations, Dianna and I just got our grades on the same day, and we are in grieving right now for we know we had done it all, gave our best and actually did what we had in our energy but that's just not enough for people who, I think doesn't even know how to do these things we'd done for them and of course to my parent's prospect, for me to be fulfilling my vile existence in the world, because come hell or high water, emphasis on hell, as the only child will be the next ruler of the underworld.

Avoid saying things out loud that are rather offensive, this I'm sure, shows my regretful attitude not only because I said it but also for hurting people even if it's not intended to hurt them; and I've watched Dianna, blunt and honest as always, fail a friendship just because of being like it (straightforward), that's really painful, she's cried herself to sleep, since then, she was being vilified sub rosa. I mean, those things had just slipped out from our lips because we intend to let them know of our non-sugarcoated insights thinking it might help them realize something far more valuable than leaving a good thing.

I've come to an end, conceiving that the insecurities, pleasing souls/people, and harsh blunting are screaming out of concern, and you guessed it... agony.

I had just woken up this morning Auntie A, and I hope you'll help me understand and teach me on how to make me a better daughter, I want to make Dad proud, also I want you to reach out for Dianna, albeit I want to be able to go to her, I don't have the capability that'll be needing Dad's consent first to let me do so, I want you instead, to be an instrument to alleviate the pain.

By the way, the man who bumped into me was Uncle Torturo, who just came back from earth after some kind of assignment Dad sent him to do; after the very moment I woke up, I know he made sure to be there, because he was in impeccable attendance when I did wake up, he told me that he was actually looking for you, blabbering about you non-stop and something about not replying to his letters. He was practically frantic every time he talks about something that has relevance with you... really Auntie A, what is it that Uncle's so worried about?

From your one and only,

Lucy Morningstar 😈👧

*end of prompt

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