I present to you a drabble done a month ago šš
Mainly focuses on Lucifer. Thereās part two of this (BABY SATAN š„ŗ) , written today.
For the Obey Me groupchat!! Thank you for making me realise angst isnāt my strong suit :ā)
White fading, wind gushing.
The smell of burning flesh overtook his breaths, the pain biting away, taking little pieces of his pure white wings with the red flames.
His cheeks were tear stained, mixed with anger and sadness. Teeth sunk into his bottom lip, blood forming, he tried not to yell as his wings painting black, lines of red liquid remained on his back, evidence of the wings he ripped off.
He groaned, his body crashing into the rocky path underneath him, the tiny rocks stabbing into his skin. He let out a gasp, spitting out the blood that formed in his mouth.
A familiar cry, a familiar scream.
āMam.. Mammon,ā he faintly called out, turning his body over, trying to lift himself up. Every inch of his body screamed, pain in every movement.
Another cry, opposite from where the previous one had came from. The cry was specific, looking for him. Looking for an older brother to save him.
āA.. Asmo.. Wait.. P.. Pleaseā
Screams came from every direction, all voices he recognised. His body finally stood, stumbling towards a direction until a figure appeared before him. It was Mammon, the white haired angel was curled up, hands dug into the ground.
Eyes widening, he noticed the small ignition left on his back. He fell to his knees beside his younger brother, the younger one opening his eyes.
They had completely burnt off.
āL..Lucifer,ā Mammon cried, summoning every last piece of energy he had to engulf himself into his brotherās arms. āIām sorry,ā was all Lucifer could muster, his fingers gently grazing over the part where wings once stood.
As his fingers followed every uneven bump, guilt and shame grew. The ache on his chest was overweighed him, hunching himself over his younger brother as they cried into one another.
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