i fear no evil

the shadow is mine and so is the valley.

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ghosthowls‌:

“You were there like… Up there, with the fluffy wings and the halos and fat babies playing the harp? Did you sing? I bet you sang, didn’t you?” It sounded awful, and this was coming from soneone who’s idea of fun was either drinking until he blacked out, or sleeping in his tree for a week or two. “I’ll have to take your word for it. Sounds awful, though.” It’s sounded awfully restricting, really. Boyd could get behind the cloud naps, the little loincloth things, but everything else always seemed so strict. 

“Aren’t you lot supposed to be celibate or something? Maybe I’m a bit behind on my sunday school lessons, but I don’t think I’ve ever hard of an angel pounding one out before…” 

“Yes, up there. Indeed, there is singing, although certain liberties were taken by the artists who depicted the place as overrun with harp-wielding cherubs. Some things are always lost in translation.” Boyd’s questions led Lucas into quiet reflection; had he once sung along to the litanies led by his brethren? Of the few memories he held onto about his time in heaven, that part never struck him as particularly memorable.

“What lot is that? Priests? I believe those who devote themselves to celibacy are drawn to such a calling in their service to the Lord – quite the busybody, isn’t he? I’m under no illusions that I will ever return to those pearly gates, so there’s hardly any need to deny myself earthly pleasures.”

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clairebiagi‌:

– ♕ Never trust an angelic face. Astounding proof of just that lay before her, and perhaps in return. “It is possible, yes.” Azure follows along hard lines of porcelain, devilishly handsome. “Do you ever find yourself mocking the scripture, or is that a little too on the nose for your kind?”

“The scripture? Hmm. God’s love letter to mankind, they say. Can’t say I’ve read much of it, myself. I can’t imagine I number among the intended recipients – and I’m not entirely sure any Bible wouldn’t burst into flame upon my touching it.” He smiles; her presence is quite refreshing, the exceedingly rare visit from someone both older than him and not outright horrified by his thoughts. “Why do you ask? Is mocking the sacred texts among your favored pastimes? I may join you sometime, if so.” 

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ghosthowls‌:

While Boyd was fairly certain he was not supposed to be wandering about at night, he’d rather risk whatever bogus punishment those council people could dredge up then just stay cooped up indoors all night long. Now though, he was reconsidering his thought process. This guy was about as mad as a bag of cats, without the cute and fluffy appeal. But of course, Boyd’s sense of self preservation has long since left the building, so instead of just nodding and backing away slowly, he just has to open his mouth.

“Why, because you’re a good lay or something?” bursts impulsively from incredulously smirking lips. The guy looks like something out of a Jane Austen novel, so Boyd figures his disbelief is warranted. “‘M not one for religion, myself. So many fancy little outfits, it’d drive me mad!”

“No,” Luke replies, a laugh erupting from his throat, soft and genuine. So crass could these mortals be, so sharp-tongued and comical; it takes him back to his days by the Maker’s side, the willful insubordinate ways that led to his fall to begin with. “Because I was there. I wouldn’t recommend it. Dreadfully boring.”

It does not escape his notice that Boyd is out of his bounds, but he never feels particularly compelled to action in such cases; this one is not his charge, and any ill-fated escape attempts seldom get far. “As for my prowess as a lover… well, I can’t help but carry a bit of heaven with me.”

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blondsarcasm‌:

“ my chattel. what the fuck kind of person says that shit. “ he has half a mind to make fun of his wording, but he knows better. at least for now. he doesn’t trust lucas as far as he can throw him and given he has no supernatural ability at all, that’s not very far. “ i doubt he’ll come around. he’s a fucking moron. “ he doesn’t like the guy who’s been keeping an eye on him. he doesn’t like the fact he gets no time to himself and the cells are enough of pain in his ass that anytime he can get out is better than sitting around. 

“ i planned on snatching that wig as i made my escape – if you must know.” he pointed out with a shrug. “ that can’t be your real hair. you look like a fucking cult member. are you part of the illumanti? “ he really needed to shut his mouth. he knew that, but he couldn’t help it.

it came as no surprise to lucas that the man would take exception to his phrasing. in his experience, humans such as this one often became frustrated and belligerent when presented with an extensive vocabulary and polysyllabic words.

“i’m afraid i’ve been entirely truthful with you from the beginning, jason – however unpalatable you may find it, what i’ve told you is real. i am an angel who was cast out from the heavens a thousand years ago. what have i to gain from obscuring my true nature?”

this struck him as a rather odd turn of phrase; was the man planning to whisk this alleged wig away from his head and take it with him on his short journey out of the holding cells? humans only seemed to get stranger as the centuries slipped by.

“it is not a wig. you may touch it, to verify this for yourself, if you’d like.”

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blondsarcasm‌:

“ don’t know. but seeing people that aren’t actually there is usually the sign of a mental illness. “ was it possible he had one? of course it was. why else would he be here? people who kidnapped other people for a living weren’t normal. he didn’t know what specie this one was, but if he had to guess, DEMON was right at the top of his list. he already dressed like a fucking cult member. “ no one let me out. that’s the joys of being me. lock picking it fairly easy. all it takes is a simple twist of the wrist and you’re good to go. and if you’re feeling the need to try to escort me back, go for it. “

tilting his head as he listened to the other man’s bitter venom, lucas smiled. he almost wished this one had been his own conquest; the angel enjoyed few things more than a good challenge.

“no. you are not my chattel, and if i’m not mistaken, you’ve a shepherd who will be along shortly to herd you back into place. i have but one curiosity that thirsts for an answer, if you might indulge me: why have you elected to use your newfound freedom to debate theology and remind me of my hair color? you could be attempting your escape. you would not succeed, but it is what most would do in your position.”

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blondsarcasm‌:

“ god is non-existent. “ he knew that wasn’t entirely the truth, but it was to him. at least for the time being. he knew all about angels and demons. he knew about the various species running around the universe, yet, he had yet to see any actual signs of GOD. if he was actually out there, he wouldn’t have allowed him to get caught. kidnapping was a crime, after all. “ you’re the furthest thing from heaven i’d ever want to see. but by all means. keep thinking other wise, blondie. “

“is he? odd. i have to wonder on whose authority i was cast out of heaven, then.” he knew better, of course; he’d beheld the face of god with his own eyes, the wrath that twisted it just before his fall seared into his memory ten centuries later. that didn’t mean he’d waste either time or breath arguing for his existence, though. the beliefs of these mortal whelps were of little consequence to him. “who let you out, young jason? must i escort you back to your quarters?”

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“Ah... I never tire of listening to the screams. Wouldn’t you agree, my friend?” Lucas had been quite wrapped up in enjoying the harvest, the results of his hard work: desperate pleas of the downtrodden he’d lured into captivity. When he sensed the presence of another person nearby, however, he decided to engage them in pleasant conversation. “I can’t help but laugh a bit when they call out to their gods... I’m likely the closest thing to heaven they’ll ever experience.”

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is that cody fern wandering around deva? oh, no, that’s just lucas ryan. he is a fallen angel and is 1,001 years old. he is known to be lively but has a reputation for also being conniving. they are a switch in the bedroom, and enjoy corruption and edging. they will do anything to protect their home, even if it means kidnapping utp. hopefully, they have what it takes to survive.

an angel who did not so much fall as saunter vaguely downwards. - good omens

a millenium away from the paradisiacal courts of god above, lucas ryan (an alias, of course) still seemed aglow with a holy sort of light. it radiated from within him, from his melodic voice like the harps of a heavenly host, from the glistening smiles that didn't touch his cold, piercing eyes.

it was a harmonious brightness, one that instilled in others a peace the likes of which they'd never hoped to know. a angel cast out of the creator's gaze, but an angel, even so. charged with serving as a divine guardian. as an acquirer of captives for deva, however, this angel only brought those lost sheep closer to the slaughter.

once they woke up in their new quarters, tucked away alone in the dark, they never remembered or believed the truth: that they'd come willingly. that they'd begged him to bring them here, bring them anywhere if it meant he wouldn't turn his celestial gaze from them.

somehow, within those confines, his presence was never quite as comforting.

[langdvn]

Does the idea of that excite you?

[michaelsapostle]

Michael Langdon saying “No.”