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The six blue wings ungulate when they are flapped, a steady rhythmic motion that propels Lucid further into the galaxies. A rainbow palette of ashen clouds and gas that rival Heaven’s beauty, stars twinkling in the distance that remind the angel of tinkling bells. This vast outer space where he could change the scenery with a mere flick of a finger is his domain.

The Dreamscape.

Not many have access here, where the subconscious and fabrics of the universe fold into one another. Astral lines carry life forces and souls like an invisible current through the universe, but also the mind. Doors that open and let the curious wander. Humans have speculated about “dream walking”, astral projections, dream guides and even sharing dreams with another person. It’s these crossroads that Lucid oversees, finding the dreams that need his care and guidance the most. Like a gardener overseeing his crops, nurturing and providing the means for them to grow healthy and strong.

Lucid stops at a cluster of dreamspheres, checking them to ensure there are an ample variety at the ready to be deployed. Carefully woven lucid dreams to hand out to the souls of those that need that nudge, some comfort, or enlightenment to keep their dreams alive. No, he could not save all dreams. Many, like children, dream of the impossible, or not yet possible. Material things that will not influence them towards a better future or staying on the path to righteousness. They are certainly some of the most entertaining dreamers! Lucid adores watching how wild and colorful their dreams can be, not yet tethered to the knowledge and limitations of reality. But his priorities and duties lie in uplifting, comforting and inspiring dreamers, and that is what these glass spheres with small galaxies and worlds inside would do.

Once he is done here Lucid plans to venture further, beyond the boundaries that the few angels that can traverse this plane dare to go. Out there where the starlight thins and darkness enraptures its visitors like a cold blanket. For decades Lucid avoided the darkest reaches of this subconscious scape, frightened of the nightmares that lurk out there and God only knows what else. But one day, the angel felt a force he had never come across before, and like a sirens voice it beckoned him closer. It was there that Lucid found the part of the dreamscape that belongs to the Sinners and Hellborn, where Hell dreams. And at the center of it all, him. This calling was the start of the seraph’s most grand and daring adventure, why he suddenly snuck out of Heaven in search of answers.

In search of Lucifer Morningstar.

Meeting and observing the King of Hell from the dreamscape alone could not keep Lucid satisfied. No, he had to meet him in person! That first leap sealed the Angel of Dreams fate. Again and again he snuck out of Heaven to see his predecessor, joined him for tea and biscuits, meander the palace grounds and practice magic together. For the first time it felt as though Lucid met someone who truly understood him, embraced him, accepted him for who he really was. And in turn the lonely King had a companion, one that refused to stay away. To help uplift and respark those snuffed dreams and rise to the occasion with newfound inspiration and joy.

The Morningstar and Eveningstar. Together they seem to complete one another.

As Lucid becomes lost in his memories and thoughts of the Devil, they manifest themselves into golden dust illusions that run about the open space. The silhouette of two angels with apple cheek marks, one with a hat and the other not. Round and round they go, their silhouette wings soaring them across the sky and leaving trails of stardust in their wake. The Angel of Dreams laughs with delight, watching this little show play out around him as the magic silhouettes dip in and out around the floating crystal orbs.

A brightly glowing spear cuts through the air, slicing through the two angel silhouettes, their faces contorting in agony as they dissipated. Lucid spun around, eyes wide and alarmed as he watched the trusty weapon recall to its owners open hand. To his horror, the one angel the seraph feels nothing but fear for hovered nearby.

It is Micah, one of the lead seraphim and doppelgänger to Archangel Michael.

“I’ve speculated that you were visiting with the Devil for quite some time now, but I could never figure out how it all began. But now I understand. You found him here, did you not?” Micah’s words held the weight of a gavel and cold as stone. Silver hues boar into the younger seraph, like a polished blade with dagger sharp edges. His jaw clenched tight and lips thin, brow heavy. Lucid is more than familiar with the seraph’s anger, but this…it is a look of loathing one may make at a criminal who committed a truly heinous felony.

Lucid remained frozen in place, his body trembling. “H-how did you get in here? You’re not supposed to be here!”

“And you are not supposed to be getting acquainted with traitors. Making “friends” with Heaven’s forsworn enemies.”

Shaking his head vigorously, Lucid snaps his wings like the crack of a whip, frustrated and frightened. “Th-this is the Dreamscape. You can’t be in here, Micah! You’re not allowed to. This is my realm, my work! You need to le-”

Micah’s hand darts forward, closing around the blue seraph’s throat. His steely eyes narrow, a sneer curling upon his lips. In his grasp Lucid thrashes and kicks, hands pulling frantically at the bigger angels arm, raking nails against his skin. He may as well be fighting a statue. Micah lifted the struggling, flapping seraph, tightening his grip until he hears a satisfying choke. “My duty is to serve God the Almighty, Heaven, and my predecessor. You have no authority, not even in your precious little fantasy world of make believe.” Canting his head, Micah growled in a low voice. “Do you enjoy playing Creator, little pin cushion? Spinning your magic to make worlds, animals, light, darkness, and manipulate anyone in their unconsciousness? To sway those from the path with your dreams and illusions?”

Tears bead at the corners of Lucid’s eyes, the grip around his throat crushing his windpipe. He need not breathe to survive but the absolute terror and pain of the grip puts him in a desperate frenzy. Finger digs against the porcelain arm of the black winged seraph, feet kicking but barely making contact with Micah’s front. Not even six wings can break him free of the hold. However he is not shit-outta-luck yet. Along his wings and body open wide dozens of seraphim eyes. In an instant they begin to glow with Heavenly light until Lucid’s whole form appears super charged. Unleashing the power discharges a force that throws both angels away from one another and shatters all the nearby dreamspheres. Their magic glistens and swirls in a massive cloud of colors before dimming to nothingness. All Lucid’s hard work, gone and destroyed. Shattered dreams in an endless void.

The seraph has no time to mourn the loss of his creations, hands clutching his throat and chest as he coughs violently for air, his trachea opening once more. The dull dust of the dreamspheres continue to swirl, the momentum quickening until a vortex of shadows billow around Lucid. The sound it makes is a deep rumble that grows into a roar, what many humans may compare to the chugging of a train. Fear paces the angels heart at an even faster pace, wide blue eyes darting for an exit at the vortex grows taller. All six wings unfurl and pump downward, sending Lucid higher in an attempt to escape. As he nears the mouth of the cyclone, two bright glints appear, crossing a pair of spears into an X above, blocking the seraphs escape. Did Micah summon those? What is he doing?! “MICAH! LET ME OUT! LET ME LEAVE!”

The answer Lucid receives is both spears suddenly pivoting with their arrow tips facing downward, hurtling at high speed towards the angel. Twirling and closing his wings, he barely dodges the attack. But it’s not over. Spear after spear appears, now in the entirety of the vortex, hurtling at him. The vortex itself begins to tighten its radius, giving less room for Lucid to dodge. In seconds a spear pierces through a wing, and then another. Crying out in pain, the angel is set off balance, his right side grazing the edge of the swirling shadows, stripping feathers from his wings. Lucid retracts and falls, screaming as he twirls like a doomed helicopter.

In a final desperate attempt to escape, Lucid once more charges himself with holy light, building it even longer this time before exploding the force outwards. In an instant the vortex of shadows and spears are dispelled, revealing the open space of the Dreamscape once more. Still spears stick through Lucid’s wings, as though an attempt to pin him like a bug to a display had been made. Shimmering, starry tears stream down the seraphs face, choking out a sob. Micah has certainly been violent in the past with him, but never to this degree. What has gotten into the dark winged seraph?!

“Just as I thought. Weak.” A new voice speaks, one Lucid recognizes. Snapping around to face him, Lucid stares in horror at Lucifer. But to his shock, it is not the King of Hell.

Lucid faces himself.

Another Lucid Eveningstar, this one with eyes of ice blue and judging gaze. Instead of the whites and blues of his attire, he is adorned in deep blues and orange. Large blue horns protrude from his forehead, curving backwards over his blond hair. Hands held behind his back and chin tipped high, this Lucid gives a foreboding and commanding air. Confusion and horror rack the young seraphs brain. Is this an illusion put on by Micah? By Lucifer? Or something else entirely?

“Who-who are you? What do you want?! How did you even get in here?!” Lucid shouts at the imposter, golden blood soaking his blue wings from the angelic spears that pierce through them. The doppelgänger doesn’t say a word nor move an inch, simply staring with cold judgement. “WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!”

“For you to learn.” Raising a hand from behind his back, the devilish Lucid snaps his fingers and summons forth another surge of shadows. They rush the angel with such force it is as though he is dragged by a rip current. Unable to fight it, Lucid cries out as he is dragged away through the dreamscape. The shadows force him to the entrance of the dreamscape and throw him forcibly out. Falling from the domed ceiling of his workshop, Lucid screams. His body crashes to the polished floor of the room, cracking it under the momentum and rendering him unconscious. Not a single light spear remains in his wings, as though they were never there. Above the outer space like world of the Dreamscape continues to rotate as it always has, nothing out of the ordinary except for the unconscious dreamer below.

[Micah is my Michael clone on @promiseofabrotherskeeper ]

[Harbinger Lucid is inspired from the Unholy Crusade event]

#drabble #promiseofabrotherskeeper #harbinger lucid #iisms: brother my brother #(I’ve been chipping away at this since Sept. 23)#(was a fun idea but I burned out)#(Micah is my Michael clone on promiseofabrotherskeeper)#violence tw #injury tw

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