I AM GOD

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FRANK EDWARD

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[neonprotagonist]

“are you a boy or a girl?” im a god

[qui-occiderunt-regem]

The Fallen

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Heylel heard nothing, slowly moving, trying to get himself onto his hands and knees, spitting blood in the dirt. He raised his head, squinting at the being standing at the edge, seeing him for the first time and jerking, one hand reaching for a blade he no longer was permitted to carry.

“Who…” His voice was  broken and rasping, his screams of rage and pain scraped it raw.

God’s violet eyes glimmered in adoration of Their fallen’s distress. Serenely, a smile spread across Their lips, taking another step closer. Their mighty hand reached out and gently caressed Heylel’s cheek. They were in love with Their own creation all over again, though now with vindictive possession, rather than altruism. 

Without words, the Word of God poured into Their angel’s consciousness, explaining to him all his world would now consist of.

[qui-occiderunt-regem]

The Fallen

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For the first time, God’s eyes had witnessed Their Earth – Their Love, Creation, and infinite disappointment. 

Where the Archangel had fell, God stood at its edge, clad in the skin of the First Man; a human visage where nothing but energy and light had previously been. Eyes glowed a vibrant purple of universal proportions, attached to the body of something no less than an adonis. Peering down, pleased at Their fallen Morning Star, God stood unabashed – a beautiful representation of Lucifer’s sinful pride. 

“Dear Venus.” God spoke in human words, adopting language, despite Their angel’s punishment. Deaf from the fall, God’s vibrations would forever be lost to the other, and God’s newfound voice would never be heard upon prideful ears – or much of anything, for that matter. 

Heylel heard nothing, slowly moving, trying to get himself onto his hands and knees, spitting blood in the dirt. He raised his head, squinting at the being standing at the edge, seeing him for the first time and jerking, one hand reaching for a blade he no longer was permitted to carry.

“Who…” His voice was  broken and rasping, his screams of rage and pain scraped it raw.

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It was but air and dust left as God broke mortal coil to be at Their Angel’s side. The hand of God reached out and touched Heylel’s cheek; mighty and firm. A wickedly prideful grin spread across God’s lips as the galaxy gleamed in Their eyes. 

Though Their lips did not move, God’s many and powerful voices spiraled into one, singular voice, echoing in the Morning Star’s head. 

“Do not despair, Morning Star. You have been given a new path, outside of My Light.”

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Tyson Beckford

[qui-occiderunt-regem]

The Fallen

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He felt as if he fell for ages, through the clouds, from the light to infinite darkness. Heat burned around him like a comet entering the atmosphere, but instead of burning out of existence, he kept falling.

The impact hurt almost more than the removal of his wings. A crater six feet deep and twelve feet wide showed where he’d landed. At it’s center was the crumpled form of the former Archangel, curled up tight, his back raw and bleeding.

He heard nothing, and momentarily could not see anything, the pain in his head making it hurt so bad. In Hell, and defenseless, Heylel was not going to last long, but he just couldn’t move.

For the first time, God’s eyes had witnessed Their Earth -- Their Love, Creation, and infinite disappointment. 

Where the Archangel had fell, God stood at its edge, clad in the skin of the First Man; a human visage where nothing but energy and light had previously been. Eyes glowed a vibrant purple of universal proportions, attached to the body of something no less than an adonis. Peering down, pleased at Their fallen Morning Star, God stood unabashed -- a beautiful representation of Lucifer’s sinful pride. 

“Dear Venus.” God spoke in human words, adopting language, despite Their angel’s punishment. Deaf from the fall, God’s vibrations would forever be lost to the other, and God’s newfound voice would never be heard upon prideful ears -- or much of anything, for that matter. 

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[ktzart]

And the angel said, “DO NOT BE AFRAID.”

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[whoreofvenus]

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[yikesglenn]

[valtsv]

u rlly just post whatever tf u want don’t u

well that is sort of how having free will and a personal account on a social media site designed for producing and sharing content works, i’m afraid

[koredzas]

Mariotto di Nardo - Triptych of Books. Detail. 1390 - 1420

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Limbourg Brothers - Très Riches Heures du Duc de Berry. 1412-1416

This picture shows God sitting on his throne surrounded by Seraphs and all of the disrespectful Angels out of thier regular order of ranks out of Heaven and into the firery chaos of Hell. Michael and his angels (depicted as kinghts) fight off the fallen Angels. Satan is shown as the first to fall in.

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Draven is The Emotionless cryptid. True Facts.

[post--grad]

i hate having to like…………….. articulate my ideas