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annimoose · 2 months

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Okay, okay, okay, now that I had time to properly digest everything from part 44. I can finally give out some real thoughts on it. Real and disjointed thoughts but thoughts anyway.

Part 44 spoilers

First of all, i am still just so giddy about John being referred to as John in the description now and not as "The Entity". This is, SO MUCH to me.

The title, the fucking title. The Deliverance being a "rebirth" not of just John finally understanding who he is and wants to be, but for both Arthur and John's relationship going forward (hopefully continuing to communicate better with one another at least until Kayne decides to file out divorce papers again), and of course Arthur coming back from the dead "being reborn again." Can I call it that? Plus they did come out of the "hags womb" (over explaining here but fuck it we ball.)

The Waylay is limbo? Right? Or Arthur's personal limbo? Seems like limbo for everyone due to the blood and sand already waiting for him there ("alive" Parker reveal, maybe? Lets go?) I got so many questions about the Waylay. Also if John and Arthur both die and get separated, I will cry for at least a week. They deserve to be happy together bro I cant. 😭

John being a lot more caring now bruvs, its jover. Its so fucking jover for me. Also, John being a lot more active with using his hand now right? Right???

As much as I absolutely adore Yorik, I feel like he will turn heel once Kayne appears again. He stated himself that he does whatever benefits him the most and with Kayne being as powerful as he is, it shouldn't be a question. But if he does choose to stay with Jarthur I will be surprised. (I will still love Yorik no matter what, he just a little silly guy.) I hope he goes around and kills people hitman style with that hand.

Arthur needing to see Faroe again. That shit ate me up, GUH, This hit me in the feelies pretty well ngl. I hope Faroe is in the Waylay. But, what if somehow she was in the darkworld though? I know it's "immortal hell" but, memories can "immortalize" a person. What if John met her and that's what got him to realize his bedrock?

I have never been unnerved by this podcast until John described the fucking witch. Discovering a dead body, underwater? Hell Nawww.

Arthur held his breath for how long exactly? He only took three days after being fucking stabbed multiple times to death? I mean, honestly that sounds like an Arthur thing to me, but still. That's odd. Brings me back to my amulet theory. Is he still wearing it? The amulet still allows you to feel pain but keeps you alive no matter the damage.

Arthur, Arthur, please just read the goddamn letter. YOU'RE KILLING ME. I wonder if Oscar's letter is going to be used as a tool to bring Arthur back if he does almost lose himself again. (Plus I just really want to know what's in the fucking letter, FUCK.)

Day of wrath ey? You'll see soon? Hmmm. Something is going to happen at the castle. Isn't it? They're going to get really pissed, John is going to project himself or something more?? People at the castle probably already know Arthur ain't the prince, but is someone they expect. (like the cultist.) THEY'RE GOING TO MEET THE KNIGHTS HERE, RIGHT???

"Owls don't eat People boys." (Ajejjr fucking loved this line.) but im with John and Yorik with this one, I do not trust Owlexander. I JUST DON'T GREAT HORNED OWLS DO NOT COME OUT AT DAY UNLESS ITS FOOD/WEATHER RELATED. WHY IS THE OWL ATTRACTED TO ARTHUR? MAYBE OWLEXANDER DOES THINK HE IS FOOD. I DONT KNOW. BUT THE BIRD IS SUS TO ME.

Okay thats all I can vomit right now. If you read this, thank you and im sorry for the brainrot.

Okay bye.

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skele-bunny · 2 months

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It's jover as Aru has strangled the pumpkin out of me </3/j I LOVED BOTH POSTS YOU MADE It's so fluffy and sweet i will explode. Thank you so much for doing this silly requests i shall keep bothering you. I swear this is the last one (do let me know if there's a limit of request, i don't want to be overstepping) here's a small hc i have i wanted to share with you, imagine this: Fallen angel phantom. I leave the rest to ya *Evil run into the abyss*

-🎃

How did you know I used to be a freak for Angel/Demon tropes, pumpkin.......

Meteor. (CW)

CW - Graphic description of injury, medium mention of sexual assault, negative talk of Christianity/Catholicism

Characters: "Angel" Phantom, Special, Aether, Sarra, Enki, misc Ghouls

(Yippee!! Divider by @ wrathofrats )

Read it under the cut!

Special was deep into pouring a small droplet sample from Sarra's blood on a testing plate, focusing his microscope and eyeing in when the ground began to shake. The null quickly grabbed his table, trying to settle his equipment with a curse of Italian under his breath, feeling his mate's hands grip his waist to keep him steady. Sarra's eyes quickly dilated, eyeing the stained glass that glowed a bright orange.

"Fucking earthquakes in December?! I swear, they pick the best places for the ministry don't they." Phil hissed, jumping as one of his beakers toppled over on his hand. "Mother fucker!-"

"This is not an earthquake." Sarra spoke quickly, deep in his natural tongue of the ancient dialect.

"Huh?—" Special looked at his mate then out the window, his own eyes widening as he seen a giant ball of flame slowly descending from the clouds.

"This is a trespass."

Impact was made quickly after, Phil letting go of his table to grab onto his mate's robe, quickly being lifted and covered by Sarra's wings as the multiple stained glass in his office exploded. He covered his ears, hyperventilating and waiting until Sarra unraveled them from his wings, flapping the glass shards out.

There was a moment where the two caught their breaths and regained their demeanor; now aware of the demonic yells that came outside. "Sarra, take me out there." He panted, yanking his hands down.

Doing as told, the quintessence maneuvered them out of one of the broken windows, pushing himself off the ledge to hover above the abbey, eyes scanning before spotting a group of ghouls far in their true forms around a crater near the vegetation fields. A quick glide down and Sarra's own hackles raised, letting out an angry snap of his jaw, a warning. Phil quietly shushed his mate and approached, completely unaffected by what the other of his species were feeling, tipping his head in to see a small body clouded in white.

It seemed to have a natural glow that began to flicker, tiny feathered wings that mimicked Iris's had quickly begun to molt besides the heavy burning it experienced in the descent. Phil gasped as he watched the creature try to raise itself before falling back down, completely dead weighted.

Did it... Die?

Special carefully adjusted his legs, inching down into the deep crater and getting next to the being. He went to touch the creature before it's glow quickly left, leaving it obvious of a body, blood puddling around its entire form. His hands carefully tilted the creature up, minding the neck. He looked up to see the multiple faces ready to pounce at the creature, Sarra on the verge as well. It was so... Small.

"What are you..." Phil whispered, claw gently pushing back a strand of equally white hair that was soaked in red.

"Angel." Phil looked up to hear Sarra's voice, the ghoul repeating himself. "It's an angel."

The doctor's eyes widened, looking down and processing that he—a demonic entity—was holding an angelic one. "Oh, fuck."

Sarra has no clue how he allowed this to happen. Maybe it was his mate's desperate plea, maybe it was how he looked, maybe he himself was curious. One moment, he's snapping at his fellow ghouls to back away from his mate as he helped Phil carrying this broken body out of the crater, to where he currently stood watching Phil run around his operating room as the rest of the infirmary was past full capacity from injured siblings and ghouls near the impact or who were injured during the earthquake and explosion.

"Twenty two, twenty two, twenty two!" Special rambled to himself, practically running around like a mad man with a plan. "I need twenty two liters, I need— I need—" he gasped, turning to Sarra, eyes wide behind his glasses. "I need Aether and Enki!"

Sarra turned, quickly removing himself from the OR and shivering from disgust. He maneuvered through frantic nurses sectioning the emergency levels, eyes flickering through bodies before Lucifer blessed him. The two people he needed finishing up closing a broken leg, Aether sweating profusely.

"Aether, Enki!" Sarra shouted over the loudness of the infirmary.

The two looked up, quickly whispering to the sibling and laying them back down once they finished. Enki turned, quickly taking off his bloodied gloves.

"What is it?" The second era asked, urgency in his voice.

"Phil needs you both in the OR... But you're not going to like it."

Aether gave a side glare, ears drooping. "I don't like the sound of that."

Sarra carefully led them both through the crowd again, assisting with scrubbing in and placing covers over with masks. As they entered, they both froze, Aether pointing and shouting.

"Absolutely not! I am not going near that thing!"

Enki joined in, "Are you fucking insane?! You brought the angel inside the abbey?!"

Phil whined, eyes not leaving the open stomach on his table. "Yell at me later! Please, please! Please come help me, please! You three are the only ones I can trust with this!"

"No, no, absolutely not!" Aether barked. "You're going to get us all killed!"

"Then I'll break out the book of necromancy, now get your fucking asses over here or you're fired!" Phil stuttered after exhaling. "I can't actually do that, but I'll give you three months off, please, I'm begging you."

Tears began to mist, Special blinking them away as he continued his panicked ramble. "My fucking infirmary is filled to the brim, I have five operations going on, and I'm trying to save the life of a fucking angel by myself!" He heaved. "I need my team— Please, I need my team."

His hands were shaking for the first time any of the quintessence ghouls have seen him work, scalpel delicate in removing a tree limb puncture with no exit wound in the stomach. His forceps pressed down into the organ, desperate to have some kind of leeway in a one-man operation. Sarra eyed the other two before going near his mate, unable to watch him struggle desperately, hands hovered over the angel.

"I'll slow the bleeding. Breathe." He purred against Phil, watching his mate nod frantically and starting to try and calm himself.

It took a moment before Aether cursed under his breath, stepping forwards. "Fuck— Okay, what do we have?"

"M-" Phil inhaled sharply before catching himself. "Multiple GI perforations with thick tissue damage. Internal bleeding in both the stomach and unknown source, I think it's the pancreas. Impalement through the chest with a single exit wound behind the left wing, no visible damage through arteries. Severe third degree burns bodily wise, they're fucking peeling like it's nothing... Looks like a spear puncture through the abdomen that's into the uterus."

Enki turned to the front of the table, quickly double-checking the anesthesia Phil had hastily set up, upping the dosage and changing out two blood bags close to emptying with another. "What type is he taking?"

"I don't know. I couldn't match, he was flat lining. Keep it as human and quintessence as much as possible."

"Yes sir." Enki sighed, his own nerves becoming wracked.

Bit by bit, drop by drop, and nine hours later, Special dropped on the floor as Sarra closed up the surgical openings. Exhaustion wracked through every single of one them, Aether sliding down the nearby wall and regaining his barings the best he could as his entire torso was covered in blood and excessive chunks of unknown. Enki was swaying, now his hands shaking as he began to slowly ease up the anesthesia, sitting on his chair and gagging. Their success was evident through the beeping of the heart monitor.

It was silent in that OR, the rhythmatic beeping they were all too familiar with being the only sound. Sarra wiped his hands on his white—now red—robes, and ever so slowly sat down on the bloodied floor. His wings were drooped, all three quintessences experiencing a magick burn out. Phil had his arm over his eyes, silently wracking with sobs but pulling his mask down a bit just to talk over his own cries.

"We're a-all going on a fucking five month vacation."

"Nema..." Enki whispered back, head between his knees.

It took them equally another hour before they could stand, rinsing out and changing into spare scrubs, Sarra somewhat suffocated as he borrowed one of Enki's after making crude wing holes. Special held a privacy curtain up as they walked to the ICU, the other three on all sides of the angel to keep a close eye before settling the bed in the private room. Once again, they all sat in a deafening silence, Aether's snores being the first one of a chain.

Three days passed and their secret remained zipped still, the four rotating shifts dedicated for Angel. It was on the third night with Aether when a quiet whimper made him look away from the chart, dropping it as he made eye contact with the angel. He stood frozen, watching as tears filled Angel's eyes, confusion written all over. They let out the tiniest gag which woke Aether back up, suddenly more hesitant as he approached. His hand touched his back pocket pager before grabbing gloves.

"Shh, you're okay. I know you're scared." He went into his normal talk, desperate to try and focus. "You're safe, you're in our hospital... You're intubated right now, but I'm going to take it out, okay? It's going to hurt, but just for a little."

Angel flexed their fingers, giving just the slightest nod and letting Aether begin the removal. Angel gagged violently, worrying the ghoul they were about to choke on their own vomit, eyes full of stars as he watched himself internally.

"Almost, almost... There!" His eyes went back to normal as he took the tube out, watching Angel gasp for air, eyes closing as they began to cry harder.

"Deep breathes, okay Angel?" He murmured, walking to the other side and setting down the system, eyeing Angel's oxygen intake on the monitor. "You're doing perfect, beautiful. So very perfect."

They seemed to be calming down, hand weak but touching their throat. They looked at Aether who nodded. "I'll get you water in just a second, okay? I need to make sure you're... Functioning."

A quiet, but panicked, knock sounded and the door opened. Angel quickly went into fear, shaking as they eyed the new company. They had every right to be scared, unable to do anything as three—four?—ghouls now surrounded them. Phil's face lit up, seeing Angel awake, only to quickly lose his excitement as the angel's fear made him realize.

"Hi! I know you're extremely confused right now and scared shitless... We aren't going to hurt you, I promise on everything. This, is my team that saved your life." Special explained slowly, his palm facing the ceiling as he pointed at each ghoul and named them. "It's just us. No one else..."

It seemed to ease just a bit of Angel's panic but not completely, hands releasing the white sheets draped over their body. Special got closer, grabbing his own pair of gloves as he gently inspected the bit of flesh that wasn't wrapped in bandages.

"Are you okay if I look at you? You had a lot of injuries. Aether was about to change your dressings before you woke up." Phil explained again, watching Angel nod slowly.

Aether joined, pulling the sheet back and laying Angel down. One by one they removed dressings, Aether's eyes wide and jaw agape as the burns had simply manifested to discoloration patches—no scarring in sight. Phil laughed in disbelief, his excitement returning with the more bandages he undid. They carefully log rolled Angel and undid the casts around his wings, now it was Sarra's turn to gasp as feathered wings had been replaced by leather. They twitched erratically with the newfound freedom before resting, curling back up to their resting state.

"Self healing... That's... This is amazing." Special was so happy that he snuck a bag of Angel's blood when they had enough to spare. "I can't believe this."

Laying Angel back down, their eyes spoke volume, questioning what had happened to them. Special cleared his throat, pulling a rolling stool up close as Aether began undoing bandages around their head.

"Well... You violently crash landed from the sky into our farmland. You had multiple puncture wounds, which caused us to go in and remove a bit of your intestines, and unfortunately a radical hysterectomy. I'm sorry, your uterus and cervix were unsalvageable. We tried. Your ovaries were left, however." Phil grabbed the chart that was still on the ground as he flipped to the very back page. "Lost a lot of blood, and well, I guess it's not there anymore, but had total third degree burns on your anatomy. We had been doing wet dressings to heal them, but it seems you've done it yourself."

Angel trilled, flinching as Aether took the last bandage off, revealing their other discolored eye. They blinked a few times, adjusting the light and now able to fully see the room and those occupying it. They stared at the group before swallowing roughly, closing their eyes.

The group twitched in surprise as a gentle, soft voice echoed through their mind. "Thank you."

"Oh! You're welcome." Phil replied, amazed again at the lack of internal link yet able to connect.

Enki leaned over, "You heard that too?"

"Me as well." Sarra mumbled.

Excitement only grew in Phil, "Multi-functioning telepathy... I'm going to scream." He turned back to Angel, their eyes still closed but much more relaxed. "What's your name, Angel?"

"Phantom."

"That's a nice name. Do you have a pronoun preference?"

"He and They."

Phil's leg couldn't stop bouncing. "Do you understand everything I've told you?"

"Yes... Thank you... All of you."

Sarra cleared his throat, now standing. "I'm making you aware of where you are. You're in Sweden, at the abbey for those who follow the Church of Satan. Lucifer. Do you understand this?"

Phantom's eyes twitched, squeezing tightly. "...Yes..."

"How did you fall?"

There was static in the connection, but none of them daring to try and interrupt potentially. It took a moment before an answer,

"I was pushed... I-I don't remember. All I know was I was impaled after... After harm, blood coating my legs... And laughter. God had rang out, and I was shoved. I just remember falling. And now, you all."

Aether grimaced, looking at Phil who held the same expression. "Phantom... You did have signs of sexual assault. Could that possibly be what got you thrown over?"

"I don't know."

There was a quiet, but shared angry feeling. A god so cruel to throw out ones who are harmed underneath his watch... Despicable.

"That's okay, maybe your memory will come back to you later down the road. Your body has, for lack of better words, been through hell and back. I'm not surprised your experiencing potential stress induced memory loss."

It was after that comment Phantom's eyes opened, now full of tears, his face scrunching as he brokenly sobbed. His throat was scratched from both the burn and tube, bringing his hands up to cover his face. It was sadistic and cruel, but the ghouls watched as he cried. They all had heard tales, Sarra experiencing it first hand, of angels. How everything down to their tears were the most beautiful sight you could see. And it was true. This broken, fallen angel in front of them still had the tiniest glow, rubbing his soft cheeks repeatedly to try and calm himself, but was so alluring they couldn't look away in his time of sadness.

Almost like an angelic siren.

"Uhm," Enki cleared his throat, shaking his head. "Sorry... Are you alright?"

Phantom slowly nodded, sucking in a few breaths through his mouth. "Y—" He swallowed. "Yes."

Their vocal cords seemed to self-fix, Special responding with a giant smile. "Good! That's good... Tell you what, we're going to step outside for a little and give you some time to process. If you need anything, I'm guessing you now have a link with us. Don't be afraid to connect." He smiled, giving the cue for the others to shuffle out as Aether picked up equipment to properly dispose.

Phantom gave a slight smile, fiddling with his fingers as he watched them close the door. Outside, a moment of silence before Special raised his hand, quickly receiving excited high-fives as they silently celebrated their victory.

An angel. They saved the life of a fucking fallen angel. Phil laughed in disbelief, placing the chart under his arm.

"Unholy fuck we have an angel—" Realization suddenly hit. "Oh fuck... We have an angel..."

The small groups excitement quickly turned to terror, unleashed about the unknown that now awaited. What exactly did they just do...?

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