#so i am feeling so proud and happy for myself

[thefallennightmare]

Mercy-Five

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Fallen Angel!OC

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, smut, mythological talk, violence.

Summary: "Blinded by a fear of feeling, these are the kings we chose. Lost and looking for the meaning, I've been searching high and low" It came crashing down on him. This is the story of the highest banished angel from where she came only to find home in the arms of a mortal man. This mortal realizing he'd face Lucifer himself to keep her.

Lethia: Archangelus Oneironaut also known as Archangel of Dream Walking. Across worlds and dimensions, she walks within. Uncovering dangerous secrets, leaving her cast out, isolated- that is until she begins to learn what it means to feel.

Authors Notes: thank you to everyone who was incredibly patient in the long two and a half months it took for me to update this. I am so proud of myself for busting through this chapter this past weekend. I am VERY excited for what's to come! Huge thank you and shoutout to @thescarlettvvitch for all the LOVELY ideas. I had so much fun creating the gif.

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NOAH

With a sigh, I rolled over in bed and stretched out an arm towards Lethia, hoping to feel her warmth again but was met with cold sheets. I removed my head from underneath the pillow to see that the space next to me had been empty for a while. 

“Lethia?” I called out while rubbing the sleep from my eyes. 

Silence. 

After I got into bed with her last night and we said our goodnights, neither of us said a word. Letting the silence that encased my bedroom be the eerie white noise we needed to fall asleep. My dreams were filled with all the information I had found out moments before coming to bed and the feathers tucked away in the studio's closet. I hadn’t told Lethia what I knew, I wanted her to be the one to tell me. It was her secret to tell. 

If she ever did.

Slowly dragging myself out of bed, I let my feet guide me over to the bathroom across the hall. 

Do angels even go to the bathroom? 

I shook my head with a chuckle and peeked into the bathroom only to be met with darkness. Once I made it downstairs and through the quiet house, I noticed the back patio door open, the cool breeze wrapping around my bare legs. 

“Lethia?” I called her name again when I stepped outside. 

Just past beneath the trees to our backyard was a path that led down to the beach less than a mile away and something in my gut was telling me to follow the path. I only made it a few feet away when something black on the fence caught my eye. 

One of Lethia’s feathers. 

I hesitated slightly, not knowing if it was a good idea to touch it now knowing what I do. It would take me into a part of her memories and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to see something else I couldn’t understand. It felt as if the memories were getting stronger, more intense, and there was a part of me that feared I might not be able to pull myself out of it. 

“Fuck it,” I muttered.

With my fingers wrapped around the soft feather, I felt the darkness creep in, pulling away at my subconsciousness. My breath caught in my throat as my soul went through a black tunnel, throwing my body from left to right, and when the oxygen was constricted any longer, the white haze around my eyes cleared. I blinked rapidly before gazing around at my surroundings. 

There was an eerie calm. But the ringing in my ear caused me to cover them for a moment. It was an annoying sound but after a moment, I got used to it and pocketed my hands in my sweats. 

Movement from my right caused me to whirl around and what I saw took my breath away. 

Lethia stood in front of me, in her old form. The exposed skin from her sheer white dress was clean and innocent; not a mark of ink anywhere. 

The only way I knew it was Lethia was from her smile. It radiated comfort and solace, something I found myself falling for. There was a connection between us that I couldn’t explain and it drove me absolutely mad. I couldn't figure out why she felt so familiar. 

Lethia was standing on a mountain's edge, the soft and quiet breeze blowing through the feathers of her wings. Her hair danced over the freckles on her shoulders and from my position behind a tree, I watched as a smile graced her face. 

“I was wondering when you would show,” her angelic voice rang out. 

My heart skidded in my chest and for a moment, I thought she was talking to me and I was ready to step out from behind the tree. But then another figure stepped forward, his wings breaking the branches as he emerged from the forest. 

“It was hard for me to slip away, Lethia.” 

She turned to face the man and I tore my gaze away from her to take in the sight of the angel. Large stone gray wings extended from his back but unlike Lethia’s, he had a design to them. 

Gold lines, almost like veins, vibrated with color as he shook them out. His hair long and dark, pulled back out of his face, and Lethia brushed away a loose strand; tucking it behind his ear. From my position, I could only see the man’s back. 

The white shirt clung to the muscles as he moved his arms around Lethia to bury his face in her neck. I expected to feel jealous at seeing how close they were but instead, I felt at peace. 

“The King has you caged like one of his peasant animals,” she sighed deeply. “How can we ever be together?” 

The man gave her a small smile. “It will all be worth it, Lethia. Soon we can go wherever we like. Leave the Kingdom.” 

Her eyes widened. “Leave the Kingdom? Are you mad? Where would we go?” 

“There are places outside of here. I’ve seen them and they are gorgeous. Vast fields of green, the colors here in the Kingdom pale in comparison to what I’ve seen there. The light creates a humming glow and the sounds of the birds make you want to dance.”

The two of them began to sway, dancing in the wind, and Lethia laid her head on the man’s chest. 

“Oh, Knoa. This place sounds wonderful,” she sighed. “Can you take me there soon?” 

He kissed the top of her head. “Soon. We can create a home there, rule the two of us. Anyone who is tired of the King’s ruling will join us.” 

“How are you so sure?” Lethia gazed up at him. 

“They’re all lost and looking for the meaning. I've been searching high and low for it. Some think that we will fade into nothing, going up in the smoke, and fail. Some may think we will beg the King for a mercy that we both know he would not show.”

Blinking rapidly, I looked around to see that I was back in my backyard and it took me a long moment of staring straight ahead to process what I’d seen. Lethia was with a different angel this time, not Lucifer. 

Knoa.

Was this angel before or after Lucifer?

Pocketing the feather, I continued down the trail behind my house and towards the beach. The waves crashed against the rocks, echoing loudly into the dark sky above. There wasn't anyone on the beach and when I was ready to give up, I saw a flash of black off in the water. 

Enormous wings lapped up the salty brine of the ocean water and the figure stood with their arms outstretched. Lethia’s face made my heart leap in my throat when I took in the euphoric bliss on the soft feature of her face. 

Her wings looked heavy but the way she moved through the water at a rapid pace made it seem like they weighed nothing. I already knew what she was but seeing her in her true form silenced the lingering doubt that plagued my mind.

Lethia tip-toed out of the water, standing on the shoreline and that's when I noticed she was naked. Her perky nipples begging to be tasted and the water droplets between her breasts slipped down over her navel and towards her pussy. 

“Shit,” I muttered while adjusting my cock. 

Her crimson eyes snapped up at me and we stared at each other for a long moment, neither of us saying anything. 

“I knew it,” I breathed. 

Lethia’s lips twitched. “What?” 

Taking a tentative step towards her, her wings shook causing a gust of wind to blow through my hair. They were even larger close up and the darkness of them felt like I was staring in the depths of someone's subconsciousness. 

“I knew it,” I repeated without taking my eyes off the wings. 

“How?” Lethia questioned, unmoving. 

My eyes finally darted to her face. “I found some of your feathers and slowly things started to come together. I researched some things last night.” 

Her shoulders went even more stiff. “My feathers. You’ve seen-?” 

“Your memories,” I finished for her with a nod. “I’ve seen Oblivion, Lucifer, and Knoa.” 

Her brows furrowed while shaking her head. “Knoa?” 

“He talked to you about a new kingdom. A place where the two of you could rule,” I explained. 

The confusion never left her face and that’s when I realized she had no idea who I was talking about. For a second, I thought I might have slipped into someone else's memories but I was certain it was Lethia who I saw in that particular scene. 

“I saw you in your old form,” I closed the distance between us. 

Her lips turned down in a scowl. “Oblivion. Do you still prefer what you see in front of you now?” 

I cupped her cheek. “Definitely.” 

There was a strong urge to run my fingers through the feathers but I was hesitant. If merely touching her dropped feathers dragged me into her memories, what would happen if I touched her wings?

“You can only see my memories from a dropped feather,” she answered my thoughts. 

“Can you read minds?” I asked, not being able to hide the excitement in my voice. 

She giggled. “No, but the hesitation in your eyes was clear.” 

I raised my hand slowly. “Can I?” 

When she nodded, I let my fingers brush along the softness of her wings and marveled at how they felt against the roughness of my palm. Lethia gasped which caused me to rear my hand back in worry. 

“Did I hurt you?” 

“No,” she shuddered. “Touch them again.” 

I did and she gasped once more. 

“I can feel your touch. The roughness of your fingers on each feather,” her eyes sparkled. 

“I thought fallen angels couldn’t feel humans touch,” I said. 

Lethia nodded while linking our hands together. “I can’t feel you here but I can feel you touch my wings.” 

They encased us, protecting us from the outside world, and I felt a sense of peace fall around me. I couldn’t stop staring at them, marveled at the sheer strength and power they could possess. 

“You’re not afraid?” Her voice was quiet. 

I raised my brows. “Why would I be?”

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and I wanted to taste them so bad but refrained with the look of disgust in her eyes. 

Not at me but at herself. 

“They’re darkness. Evil. Every part of who I am now shows my transgressions,” she said. 

“That’s not who you are anymore, Lethia,” I lifted her chin with a knuckle. “I don’t know the reason why you fell but think of it as a way to leave that part of you behind. Start fresh.” 

“Fresh,” she repeated, as if mewling over the word. 

We stayed like this for a long moment, letting the warmth of her wings block out the chill brought on by the ocean. It was then that I realized she was still naked and I let out a low cough, trying to keep my gaze on her face still. 

“Did you want to get dressed?” 

“Shit,” she cursed. “I almost forgot. I was taking a bath in the ocean. The salty brine helps my wings. They’re beginning to deteriorate from hiding my true form.” 

Stepping away with the opening, I watched in awe as the large wings retreated into her back, hidden away beneath the slits of skin. 

“Deteriorate?” I asked while she slipped on her clothes. 

My eyes cast downwards for a moment and a flash of ink on her ribs caught my attention. A green snake. 

“That’s why you keep finding my feathers. They’re falling off,” Lethia explained once fully dressed. 

Linking her hand with mine, I brought her into my chest to lay a chaste kiss on her lips. Even if she couldn’t feel it, she still kissed back with equal force. 

“You never have to hide from me, Lethia. I want to see all of you,” I said with a stern gaze. 

Crimson eyes danced between mine and with a curt nod, she let out a long breath. 

“I can’t believe you figured it out on your own.”

With a smug smile, I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and began leading her back up the beach towards my house. 

“I’m quite perceptive with these things,” I informed as we slipped back inside the quiet house. 

It was nearing four in the morning and everyone was still asleep as we quietly ascended the stairs back to my bedroom. 

“Let’s get some sleep,” I suggested while tossing back the blanket. 

“Angels don’t sleep,” Lethia informed while sinking low beneath the mounds of blanket on my bed. 

Once I was lying next to her, I brought her into my chest and shivered when long black nails dragged over the tattoos. 

“Does that mean you can’t dream?” I asked. 

“Well funny story about that. One of my powers is that I dreamwalk in others dreams. I actually walked in yours a few times, unwillingly. I go wherever I’m needed I suppose. I have this familiar that follows me in every dream; leading me,” she said. 

“Wait,” I gazed down at her. “A crow? With a white stripe of feathers?”

She rested her chin in her palm. “You see him too?” 

“In my dreams. So that means when I dreamt of you, that it was actually you?” 

Her cheeks reddened, thinking back to the dreams I had of her. “Yeah. I don’t know why it was your dreams I always found myself in. There’s a lot of things I’m still trying to understand.” 

“Could you feel it when we would have sex?” I asked slyly. 

A darkness crossed her features, the one that I found myself gravitating towards. 

“Right now, I can’t feel your heartbeat,” she placed a palm on my chest. “But in your dreams, I could feel every inch of you.” 

Now Lethia’s hand dragged down my stomach, those sharp nails leaving red marks in their wake, and when she reached my cock, I hissed out in pleasure. She palmed my cock and I let my eyes flutter shut. 

“I can’t feel you physically, but I get this feeling inside of me; almost like a fire. It’s urging me to continue because I know it’s making you feel good.” 

Lethia adjusted herself so her mouth was hovering over my sweats before she hooked her fingers in the waistband, slowly dragging it down over my hips. 

“You don’t have-,” I tried to say but my voice was seized from me when I felt her cool lips around the warmth of my cock. 

She hummed but I couldn’t tell what it was for. I knew she couldn’t feel the way my cock hit the back of her throat but could she taste the precum that gathered at the head? 

Did it taste bitter? 

Was it sweet? 

Fuck, I wanted to taste her so bad.

“Lethia,” I moaned, grasping at the sheets beneath me when her tongue flattened against the base of my cock. 

Her movements were precise, like she knew what she was doing. Even if she couldn’t feel how perfect her mouth was on me, Lethia used my moans and sighs of pleasure to guide her. 

“Just like that,” I snaked my fingers through the short tendrils of her hair to keep her in place. 

Our eyes met in a blaze of seduction and the way those crimson pupils shined with curiosity of if she was doing it right, I dragged a finger over her cheek. 

“So good. You’re doing so good,” I praised. “I don’t know how it’ll affect you but tap on my thigh three times if you need me to stop.”

Lethia winked and with both hands at the base of her skull, I kept her in place to fuck into her throat. My pace was relentless as the head of my cock reached the back of her throat with ease and when her fingernails grazed over my balls, I felt my body ignite. The base of my spine tingled as I let out a guttural groan, her name falling from my lips as I came into her mouth. 

Her hums of tasteful pleasure intertwined with mine as I spilled every last drop down her throat. She let go of my cock with an audible pop and wiped away the drool from her mouth with a slick wipe of her finger. 

“You taste so fucking good,” Lethia whispered while placing tender kisses along my stomach. 

“You were able to taste me?” I asked, still breathless from my orgasm. 

She nodded with a wide smile. “I couldn’t feel your cock in my mouth but I could taste you. Everything I feel with you, I feel it here.” 

Her finger traced a heart over my own. 

“That was better than any dream,” I mused as she tucked herself underneath my arm again. 

“And no little friend watching us,” Lethia teased with a wink. 

Just to add to the humor, I made a show of looking around my bedroom for the crow with the white stripe of feathers but breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Thank fuck,” I murmured while tucking us deeper underneath the blanket. 

We were quiet for a long moment until Lethia kissed the tattoos on my chest. “Thank you for being so understanding and not running away after you found out about what I am. There’s still a lot I don’t understand about myself.” 

I squeezed her shoulder. “One day at a time, angel.” 

The lines in her forehead creased when the realization of what I called her sinked low in my gut. 

“To on the nose?” I asked. 

“No, surprisingly I like it,” Lethia patted my chest before laying her head there. “Goodnight, Noah.” 

My face twitched at hearing my name on her lips but thought nothing of it as I brought the blanket higher up over us. 

“Sweet dreams, angel,” I teased with a smile. 

LETHIA

I was falling down to the depths beneath the earth. 

My body felt weightless as the darkness underneath me started to creep without warning of when I would hit the ground. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears as I reached up towards the space in front of me, hoping by some miracle I’d be able to latch onto something. 

Just as I braced for impact, the scenery changed and no longer was I falling. Instead I was standing in this unknown darkness in my angel form and my wings shook with the uncertainty of what would jump out. 

“Hello?” I called out cautiously. 

The silence was deafening and I couldn’t tell which way was right as I spun on my heels, my wings not even making a sound in this unknown void. 

“The faith and the fighter.” 

I froze at the deep voice. It sounded far away yet at the same time like it was spoken right in my ear.  

“Lighting up the streets, singing for the damned.” 

I whirled around, the voice now sounding farther away but I could feel the breath on the back of my neck. There was something so familiar about the richness of the voice but ice cold fear crept into my bones. 

“Confessing to the choir.” 

It was as if the voice was right in front of me, the warm breath fanning over my lips and I shuddered when the familiar smell tickled my nose. 

No, it couldn’t be. There was no way he could be here. He couldn’t have found me. 

Although, Maraxa did know where I was hiding and she could have easily told him where I was. 

The all too familiar heat spread in my veins that made my wings flutter, the noise absent in the darkness. He was so close now, the anger radiating off of him in droves and I nearly collapsed with how it crushed my throat, making it hard to breathe. 

Suddenly loud footsteps smacked on the ground at my feet, closer and closer. It came from in front, behind me, and on both sides. It sounded as if someone was running but I couldn’t figure out which direction. 

A face appeared out of the darkness, bathed in a red glow but the even darker circles around those eyes made a broken cry fall from my lips. 

“Bury every beast and we are born again!” Lucifer’s wicked smile spread across his face, showcasing the sharpness of his teeth. 

The scene around me shifted, the warmth now overtaking me as I found myself standing in the middle of flames. It licked up my arms but I couldn’t feel the sting of pain. Through the lick of fire, a lone figure stood out and the pain from his screams stabbed me in my chest. 

No. 

No, no, no. 

It isn’t. 

A hand outstretched towards me, begging to be pulled from the fiery depths of Hell, and my eyes took in the sight of a tattoo; some kind of mandala flower. 

“Lethia!” 

I took a step towards the hand but hissed in pain when the flames caressed my skin. 

“Please. Help me!” 

Tears welled in my eyes as his name choked on my tongue. “No-Noah!”

“You can’t save him, my sweet Oblivion. His soul is mine,” Lucifer’s voice tickled my ear. “Just like yours is about to be.” 

I woke up with a start, sitting up in bed and feeling the cool beads of sweat trickle down my back. My breathing was erratic and my veins were pumping the blood in my body so violently, I could hear it in my ears. 

Noah stirred next to me and reached for me, wrapping the mandala flower tattooed hand on my thigh. I watched as his hand squeezed but felt absolutely nothing. Then that hand reached up to cup my cheek, dragging his thumb over the sharpness of my cheekbone. 

Once again not able to feel anything. 

I watched as his hand wrapped around behind my neck, bringing our lips together. The base of my spine vibrated, telling me that Noah’s tongue was brushing over mine. But the images of what I’d seen were hindering me, useless, unable to respond. 

“What’s wrong?” 

His voice was laced with exhaustion and there was guilt eating away at me for waking him up. 

“I’m fine,” I dragged through my hair, trying to ease the pounding of my heart. 

Noah sat up in bed, his own sleep tousled hair a mess, but he still looked gorgeous. 

“It doesn’t seem like you’re fine. You’re acting like you had a nightmare?” 

I thought about for a moment of lying, keeping up the ruse that I was fine, but deep down I knew I wouldn’t be. 

“I don’t dream, so whatever this was,” I let out a shaky breath, trying to compose myself. “It felt too real. The flames when I tried to reach for you.” 

Noah stiffened. “Flames?” 

I turned towards him, pulling my knees to my chest and rested my chin on them. “I wasn’t in my own dream. I was in his.” 

When Noah gave me a look of confusion, I bit my lip and said his name with fear. 

“Lucifer.” 

A bunch of different emotions passed through his face and I wasn’t sure how he was going to react. 

“You saw me in the flames?” He asked. 

I then reiterated the whole scene for him from beginning to end, not leaving any details out. Quickly, Noah left the bed to begin pacing his room and the red LED lights casted him in the same glow I’d seen Lucifer. I shuddered with that same fear, slowly sinking farther away from Noah. 

“It sounds like an omen, Lethia. Lucifer shows up in your dream, tells you my soul is his. Am I going to die?” He stopped pacing to run a hand over his face. 

Your lips parted to speak but hesitated for a moment to which Noah took the opportunity to speak again. 

“Is that why you fell? You were sent here to tell me I’m going to die?” 

“That’s not-,” I shook my head, still in my crouched position on his bed. 

Noah chuckled dryly. “If that’s the case, why didn’t you tell me in the beginning? Why waste my fucking time with everything?” 

My eyes narrowed. “I can assure you that I wasn’t wasting your time, Noah. It’s just that I'm still learning things. Figuring out why I fell into this time and not where Lucifer fell.” 

Noah halted his pacing, dark eyes pinning me. “Is he going to stop looking for you?” 

“I don’t know,” I sighed while resting my head against the wall next to Noah’s bed. 

Silence fell between us for a long moment and Noah remained unmoving, eyes staring straight at me. 

“What’s the point of this, Lethia?” He asked. 

My eyes snapped away from the sharpness of my nails and sliced them into him. “Excuse me?” 

“Lucifer won’t stop looking for you. He wants you back and it’s probably better that you’re with him instead of me,” Noah said with his hands on his hips. 

I couldn’t figure out where the shift in attitude came from and it had me rising from the bed so I could stand toe to toe with him. 

“This is pointless,” he continued. “You can’t feel my touch. You can’t feel anything about me. How would a relationship between us work?” 

My face turned to stone, crimson eyes deepening with his words.

“That’s not fair, Noah. That’s not anything I can control,” I reminded him. 

“Is that why you just magically dropped here?” He scoffed. “If I was going to fucking die you should have told me from day one.”

“I didn’t know. I swear,” I almost begged for him to believe me. 

He didn’t say a thing, simply shrugged before crossing his arms over his chest. The silence between us was deafening and when I felt the tears burning in the corners of my eyes, I stood up straighter. I refused to cry for this mortal, no matter how I felt about him. 

“Fuck this,” I grumbled while ripping my jacket from one of the hooks in his room and throwing it on me. 

When I brushed past him, slamming my shoulder into his, Noah stumbled back but I gave no indication the push impacted me. But when the lone tear slipped down my cheek, I could hear his soft intake of breath. 

“Lethia, I’m-.” 

“Save it! I’m going to get some air,” I spat while slamming his bedroom door shut behind me. 

By now, his roommates were awake and lingering throughout the house downstairs. As I reached the front door, Michael’s voice called out after me. 

“Lethia, are you alright?” 

But I didn’t bother saying anything. It wasn’t worth it. None of these mortals mattered anymore. My life wasn’t something that concerned them anymore and in the haste of my fight with Noah, I had one goal in mind. 

Find Uriel. 

However, my thunderous footsteps stopped when four figures stepped out of the dark street and boxed me in. My head snapped in all different directions and when the one familiar face stepped even closer, a low scowl pulled on my face. 

“Ceecee,” I snarled. 

The man adjusted the black bandana around his forehead before winking. “Nice to see you as well, Lethia. Although I must say, you’ve changed since we've seen you last.” 

I rolled my eyes. “Tell me something I don’t already know.” 

The man with spiked up black hair spoke next. “Do you know how long we’d been looking for you?” 

“For all eternity, Jake?” I joked with not an ounce of humor in my voice. 

“I never remembered you being such a jokester,” said Jinx, one of the other men.

I turned towards him with an unamused shrug. “But I do remember Lucifer always sending his little bitches to do his dirty work.” 

The last man, taller than the others, wore a sour smile. 

“Always the conversationalist, Lonny,” I faux sighed. “Nothing to say this time?” 

His dark eyes never left my face. “I said everything I needed to say before.” 

“Oh, that’s right,” I snapped. “You accused me of keeping Lucifer from his true potential. I was a snake in the grass.”

“Was I wrong?” Lonny extended his hands wide. “We all fell for your transgression.” 

My upper lip recoiled. “Lucifer led me astray. It’s because of his betrayal to the King we all fell.”

Ceecee made a show of groaning while tying away the long strands of hair from his face. “You can come with us the easy way or the hard way.” 

“NO! Please, not the hard way,” I overplayed my helpless voice before a dark chuckle fell from my lips. “We know all of you together are no match for me. I was higher ranked than you four up in the Kingdom.”

“Things are different now,” Jake said, his leather jacket slick from the earlier rain. 

“You know, I’m surprised Maraxa isn’t here,” I clicked my tongue. 

Lonny chuckled low behind me. “Lucifer was upset with her failed attempts so she’s chained in hell.” 

I cocked a brow while glancing over my shoulder at him. “I take it as Lucifer is there, watching her beg for his forgiveness?” 

“No, he’s actually been up here in the mortal realm for quite some time. Closer than you think,” Jinxed explained. 

My arms were extended wide with a playful smirk on my lips. “I’m right here. Tell him to come and get me.” 

“I already have.” 

A voice inside my mind spoke and my wings exploded from my back as I turned towards that voice only to be met with darkness as it overtook all of my senses. 

NOAH

I sat in my computer chair, knee bouncing so fast I was sure the guys could hear the floor shaking downstairs. I couldn’t stop biting the skin on the pad of my thumb as the worry began eating away at me. Lethia had been gone for almost an hour and with no way to reach her, I was at a loss of what to do. 

I never meant the things I said. Us being together, whatever this relationship was, wasn’t pointless. I knew it was wrong of me to use the fact she couldn't feel my touch against her but when Lethia told me that Lucifer was not only after her soul but mine as well, I got scared. If you would have told me last month that I’d find myself falling for a fallen angel and had to worry about Lucifer coming after her, I would have laughed in your face. 

My life had been soley Bad Omens until Lethia arrived. Now things changed and Lethia slowly became top on my priority list. For example, finding where she went. 

Just as I sat up from my chair, ready to head downstairs and ask the guys for help, Jesse appeared at the open doorway of my bedroom. 

“Hey,” he said. “Everything alright?” 

No. Far from it. My girlfriend's, who's not my girlfriend, her ex-boyfriend is after her soul and mine. 

I shifted on my feet while stuffing my hands in my pockets. “I don’t think so. Lethia and I had a fight. She stormed out of here almost an hour ago and I thought she’d be back by now but I’m worried something is wrong.” 

Jesse nodded and held out his keys. “We can take my car.” 

Quickly slipping on a sweater, I followed him down the stairs and filled in the rest of the guys in on our plan. To which Jolly and Orie said they’d go out looking as well and Michael would stay in case she came back. 

Two hours later after scouring almost all of downtown L.A and our neighborhood twice, there was no sign of Lethia. But it wasn’t until we were walking back up the steps to the house that my eyes caught sight of the large black feather there. 

How had I missed that before? 

I gently covered it with my shoe as Orie, Jolly, and Jesse walked up. 

“Have you tried calling her?” Orie wondered. 

“Voicemail,” I lied, knowing she didn’t have a phone. 

It was now mid afternoon and I knew the guys had plans to work on the studio for a bit so after thanking them for their help, I told them I was going to hang outside for the time being. 

Once alone, I hastily picked up the feather beneath my shoe and felt that all too familiar feeling of my soul being dragged through the dark subconscious of Lethia’s mind. 

I landed five houses down from my own to see a group of four men standing over the crumbled body of Lethia, who was protecting herself with her large wings. 

“Hm, it’s a shame what she became. Are we sure he’ll even want her back,” a man wearing a bandana asked. 

The tallest of the group and dark curly hair snorted. “If he doesn’t, I’m sure we could find use for her down there. We’re always in need of slaves.” 

One of the men with spiky hair lifted Lethia’s body with ease and it was then I got a good look at her face. No marks indicating she was hurt but my heart stopped in my chest when I noticed how white and vacant her eyes were. 

“Is Lucifer in the same place we left him?” 

The man with the bandana nodded. “As soon as he found out where Lethia was staying, he refused to leave. He wanted to remain close.” 

“Remember what he said Jake, not a hair on her head is to be misplaced. He wants her in all her glory.” 

Jake rolled his eyes while adjusting his grip on Lethia. “How do you think he’ll react when he smells that mortal on her?”

“It will be a death that I cannot wait to experience,” The taller man smirked before all four of them extended their wings, all differentiating in size and color. 

My eyes blinked a few times as I felt the earth tilt back on its axis, everything coming back to me with a force that had my breath shaking. Four angels took Lethia and they had plans to bring her back to Lucifer. I didn’t know where but what I did know was that they were close. And that once he found out Lethia and I had been together, it would only mean one thing for her. 

Death.

“Fuck,” I raked a shaking hand through my hair. “Fuck!” 

The sounds of fluttering wings echoed behind me and I swiftly turned on my feet, expecting to see Lethia but instead saw the crow. It was perched on a branch up in the large willow tree in our yard and its wings were extended wide, showcasing the white stripe between its feathers. 

“Where is she?” I asked the bird. 

Its response was a simple caw. 

“You’re her familiar. You know where she is,” my voice raised. 

Now the crow didn’t make a noise. Its dark eyes watched me intently as I did the same to it. I could feel the anger beginning to boil over that stemmed from my fight with Lethia and an afternoon spent trying to look for her, only to be met with this fucking bird that wouldn’t stop staring at me. 

“If you’re not going to be any fucking help, then leave me alone!” I yelled while throwing a rock at the bird, hitting its left wing. 

It cried out in pain before fluttering out of the tree and off into a direction I didn’t bother to follow. There was only one way I could possibly talk with Lethia and figure out where she was. 

I needed to go to sleep.

LETHIA

My eyes slowly opened, a feeling behind them causing a slight groan to fall from my lips. This was a new feeling; pain. I hadn't felt something like this since I fell to earth all those months ago. 

So why could I feel my insides burning? 

Groggily looking to my left, I took in the chains around my wrist with a curious pull of my brows. There were markings all along the cuffs and my eyes doubled when I recognized those markings. 

Ancient markings. Ones that hadn't been seen in eons. 

Ancient markings that were created for one thing and one thing only. I knew because it was me who created them. 

Power binding markings. To help keep an angel trapped in imprisonment. 

"No, no," I whispered, trying with all my strength to fight against my bindings. 

It was futile. There was no way out. 

When I looked to my right and saw the same bindings, I did my best to remain calm. There had to be a way out of this. I was the one who created these sigils, surely I could find a way out. 

I thought back to what happened moments before my capture. The fight, the accusations, and the hurt look in his eyes. 

"Noah," I breathed while closing my eyes, trying to dream walk into his mind. 

Blocked. 

Cursing under my breath, I knew the reason why I was blocked had to be because he wasn't asleep. 

A sudden movement from my left made my head snap up and the rage festered low in my gut when those four familiar men stepped into view. 

"You were always the ones sent to do his dirty work," I chuckled while rising to my knees. 

Ceecee smiled wickedly. "He was tired of waiting. Maraxa clearly wasn't the right one for the job." 

I clicked my tongue against my teeth. "Right, you said she’s chained in hell. Was that before or after trying to get into bed with him?" 

"No, malach. That place belongs to you." 

I froze at hearing that name; it had been so fucking long since it was uttered in my presence. 

Angel in Hebrew.

There was only one being that ever called me that.

No. No. No. It can't be. 

The dark voice loomed in the shadows and I whirled my head to the right in time to see his face emerge from the darkness; those piercing blue eyes locking into my soul. 

"Lucifer," I shuddered while pulling on the bindings, to no avail.

He cocked his head to the side, those eyes drinking in the sight of me before he bent low to his knees. Our faces were mere inches from each other and with one gaze down to those lips, memories of us lying together up in the Kingdom replayed in my mind on a loop. 

I couldn’t figure out why he looked different from the images I had been seeing around town lately. 

“I played with your mind, creating a different version of me. It was easy to control you, Lethia. Your mind has become weak since the fall,” Jinx said. 

I snarled while rising to my feet, ready to attack, but was pulled back by my bindings. 

“I should have known you were inside my mind, Jinx. This entire time, I thought it was Maraxa.” 

He chuckled darkly while crossing his arms over his chest. “Please, she was weak before the fall. She couldn’t hold a candle to the things I’ve done.” 

Lucifer held up a hand when I was about to have a witty remark. 

“Enough!” His voice boomed throughout the small room I was held in. 

The four men behind him slinked farther back into the darkness, like puppies who were just scolded for chewing something they shouldn’t have. 

“Lucifer’s bitches,” I repeated my words from earlier with a smirk.

His hand gently cupped my cheek, forcing me to look at him in those blue depths. 

"I haven't been called Lucifer in quite some time, not since the fall. Humans aren't too keen on it when you tell them your name is literally the devil. You can call me my mortal name." 

I swallowed thickly. "Which is?" 

The grin that spread to his face was a wicked one and made my heart drop with fear.

“You can call me Andy.”

[hinamie]

some quick jjk eye paintings

[creatinghelen]

please please please when something good happens, let yourself feel good! be proud of yourself, revel in that joy, bask in the happiness. you deserve it! you deserve to feel good!!

[sakizm]

2022 was really the year i fell back in love with reading books again :’)

[satans-knitwear]

I put some fishnets on!!

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[im-smart-i-swear]

its october:) so i drew silver enjoying some colorful leaves and chilling<33

also his sweater is based on the sweater i made for my ugly bootleg son yesterday<3

silver getting to enjoy nature and leaves and chilly atumn air is. so importrant to me actually

[cosmicphenix]

Master post ((soon) / next ((also soon)

Still no title yet but here is part one of this story! I've had such a blast drawing this and trying to figure out how to draw a train.

I will be setting up a poll shortly with a list of names for this AU! I literally can't choose between them so why not?

((Link to that here!)

Please let me know what you think!

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Growing up in an extremely ultra religious, cult-like family was a mindfuck for multiple reasons but that doesn't stop unfortunately, even when you escape. For example, see: The overwhelming feeling of boiling hatred and shame for who you used to be.

The angry hatred for the past person I used to be, the version of myself that mindlessly parroted my family's beliefs and listened to their every command, constantly simmered under my skin and invaded my every thought. I was embarrassed of what I used to be- even as I made friends of different ethnicities and faiths, as I listened and explored new ideas and worlds that I never knew existed, as I started the first LGBTQ+ club at my school and volunteered with kids who deserved so much more- there was always a little voice in the back of my head.

"They would hate you if they knew what you were. They would hate the horrendous teachings that were seared into your mind, the things that you used to say and believe. You are nothing but a pretender."

And it is true that my beliefs were bigoted in all the worst ways. It is true that I believed truly heart-wrenching things without a second thought and judged others in such harsh and unfair ways. I told myself that there was no coming back from that, not really. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for it.

Then I remembered that the person who said those things wore velcro light up sneakers and collected finger puppets that the librarians handed out as awards for reading picture books. The person that held signs at pro-life rallies and anti-LGBTQ+ protests had a cherished sticker book and hunted minnows in the creek after school and adored their puffle on club penguin and was really into greek mythology and had skinned knees from climbing trees at recess and knew every Disney song by heart and was absolutely terrified of the dark.

That person was a child.

I was a child.

It took a really long time. Years and years of reflection and distance, but I've decided that I can't hate the past version of myself anymore. I feel pity and remorse, I feel anger- I feel so much fury and violent rage- at what my childhood was and I grieve what could- no, should- have been, but I no longer resent who I was.

I'm not ashamed.

I am so, so, so unbelievably proud of that little kid. For being brave enough to leave the comfort and safety of what I was told was right. For not being afraid to be wrong. For seeking out information and knowledge in a culture that praised ignorance. For questioning everything, relentlessly.

I am by no means a perfect person, I never have been and I never will, but I am proud of myself in every iteration that has ever existed because I know that I have never stopped trying to understand and learn and grow, and I never will.

If you have ever been in a similar situation and feel similar things, first of all: My condolences on your lost childhood. Second of all: Please be nice to that past version of yourself and recognize all the hard work they did to make you who you are today. That person was a survivor and an inspiration. They deserve nothing but love.

[dogboner]

personal growth is crazy because it seems like nothing has changed until you're crying because you don't want to die. you learn something about yourself that ten years ago would have actually killed you, and now you're thinking about what you can do to heal and make peace with it. nothing may have changed to you, but to the person you were however long ago, you are the "it gets better"

[oh-allie]

some arospec thoughts ive been thinking to say fuck you to allonormativity on vday

the guy on all the caution signs is aroace because i said so

somethin' stupid by frank sinatra is such an aromatic song please see my vision

saiki is totally aroace but i also REALLY like terusai and is that so wrong 😿

having the aromatic, asexual, and aroace tags trending on vday is the funniest thing

happy valentines pooksies <33

[ilovefredjones]

lesbian lesbian lesbian lesbian LESBIAN!!!!!!! IM A LESBIAN!!!!! I LOVE LESBIANS!!!!!! I LOVE LESBIANISM!!!!! LESBIAN!!!!!! i’m a lesbian and i love being a lesbian!!!!!!! LESBIAN!!!!!!!!!!

[maranull]

wild, btw, that I have been in an overall good mood for almost a full month now. wild, that I'm actively working for a better life, and I haven't gotten burned out yet wild, that I'm getting better, that I'm feeling better

[sysig]

Red Eyes and Evil Time, practically the same thing right (Patreon)

[iwanttobepersephone]

Omg I'm genuinely so freaking proud of myself y'all

I was hungry at like 9 30 pm, and instead of reaching for the 2 pans full of freshly baked cookies I just made, I willingly ate fresh carrots with homemade ranch

And AND I've been super active today!

I did some genuinely good stretches during gym (and even noticed some improvement with my flexibility), I did my chores as soon as I got home and I did them quickly, AND I rode my bike to the river park with my friend!!! And I carved our initials into a (dead) tree stump cause idc if it's typically romantic me and Kiki know it's representative of our friendship!!!!

Y'all!!!!!

I've done so well today!!!!!!

I'm so happy and proud of myself omg!!!!!!!!

[pulledrosepetals]

Just a thing I am so proud of aquring, after a few months of prog with my wonderful super skilled group! Finally we are Voidwalkers! AAH!

[federthenotsogreat]

Chaos, chaos!! 🌠