lost soul

1. a soul that is damned. synonyms: damned, fallen, irrdeemable, ireeclaimable, irretrievable, condemned, cursed, doomed; literary accursed verity driscoll a marked child. an ally of lucifer.

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abvddcn‌:

Abaddon only had two solutions for humans: worship or die. It was easy, simple, and yet many of them still had a hard time grasping such a basic concept. The human before her, however, was different. Her blood had released Lucifer and to Abaddon that was good enough to avoid going automatically into her “torture later” list. The blood of the human before her was astounding, priceless to the Knight of Hell. 

Still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to have a little fun. 

“I’d buy you a whole bottle after what you have done.” The girl’s next words were not surprising; Lucifer’s liberator would, of course, think even less of the preacher, the spreader of lies and stupidity. “Hopefully they’ll stop believing in such a deadbeat God.” And start worshipping those that should be worshipped, Lucifer at the top of all of them. He was the one and only deserving of such love and devotion, even if most of the humans and other creatures didn’t understand how. He had created her, he had picked her and Abaddon’s life is dedicated to her King and only her King.

“Smart deduction, Verity.” Abaddon let the girl’s name roll off of her tongue like it was made of syrup and the demon was enjoying the taste of it. “I know who you are. I would be stupid not to. After all, you freed Lucifer.”

After years of relying on herself and the occasional demon possessing her, Verity liked to believe she had honed her instincts in. This woman did appear to be different. A lesser person would probably be unnerved by her presence, and the intensity of it. Verity found herself further enticed because of it.

But even she had to raise her brows at the remark about all she’s done. Yes, she gave her blood away to free Lucifer from his cage and shed light upon this world, but it wasn’t exactly a well known fact. Various groups would fight for a chance to take her life for the sacrifice she made. This woman couldn’t be one of those. Apostoles, especially, couldn’t speak against their precious scripture with such conviction.

Still. It didn’t hurt to be catious. She would not walk into a trap. “What do you mean? All I’ve done?” she questioned coyly. 

“Children grow into adults who don’t let go of that idiotic hopefulness that their father will return and love them one day. If their bubble is burst after all this time, they’ll have to realize how much time they wasted.” And there was no more time to waste on looking into the sky and waiting to be saved. 

All Agnes did was say her name. It shouldn’t elicit a thrill down her spine from the way her voice pronounces it. When she revealed that she knew, the surprise was evident on Verity’s face. Her head cocked and she took a step forward. “Who are you really? And don’t say we’ve met before and I’ve forgotten. I wouldn’t forget your face.” Her eyes ran down and up her body.  “If you’re here to kill me, I won’t make it easy on you.” 

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ofdeviils‌:

                      eyes rose from staring at the messed street in front of him at the sound of his name.  he turned on a heel to see his liberator.  turned down lips formed into a smirk  –  a smile for him.  he’d once been trapped , & because of her , he was now free.  he would never say that he owed her his life.  that was an exaggeration of his feelings towards her.  after all , if she hadn’t spilled her blood , another was bound to come along.  

                     even so , from within hell he’d connected with this human.  at first to gain her trust & her prayers , but eventually she’d gained his gratitude.  though he was bound to be released from hell eventually , it was she who had done it. 

                   he hadn’t paused in his turn & continued to close the distance between them.  & he commanded the eyes & respect of everyone around as he did so.  his tall , large form & confidence made the demons around them to bow & stare up at him with awe.  but lucifer’s eyes were only focused on the human in front of him.  “  verity driscoll , “  he spoke.

there’s a rush that came from lucifer turning to see her. she couldn’t be sure how many other humans could call out to their leader so informally, and still receive a smile from him. it could be many, but she liked to believe that these types of moments were reserved for her and few others. 

verity didn’t think so much of herself that was the only human with the ability to free lucifer. it didn’t change the fact that it gave her great happiness that out of all their dedicated followers, he had chosen her. 

no. he had done even more than that. with them and their demons, she was able to survive the childhood that God had given her. they had given her a reason to live, a purpose. without his shining light, she would have lived the rest of her life taking every lash and hit, believing it was God’s plan. lucifer had freed her as much as she freed him. 

she grinned up at him, practically sprinting to close the distance. “i have not seen you since i spilled my blood.” it’s obvious she’s excited. “is everything alright? are you alright? i’ve been doing my best to find others who believe the same as us. but i understand if you’re disappointed at how slowly it’s been going.” verity stopped herself before she rambled too long, glancing down at the ground sheepishly. “sorry. i’m just excited to see you.” 

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prophetsimonf‌:

He keeps his distance, careful. Embarrassed. But he knows that he can’t underestimate anyone these days. He feels white as a ghost, so she must be right. 

A small step back, smile shaky and aiming at bashful. “What can I say? I’d uh –– I’d apologise to a wall if I walked into it. Chronically polite.” 

A pause. And then, to back it up. “Sorry, anyway. For the near collision. Wasn’t looking where I was going.” 

She takes a step forward, and he thinks he knows her type. Tougher than he is. He never was the macho sort of guy. He knew what he was good at and what he wasn’t. 

He angles the bag away from her regardless, eyes guarded. He doesn’t want to talk to her, but he’s never been good at disengaging. Years of following Eli around on his ministry conditioning Simon to hear out every soul he meets. 

“Goodwill.” The answer is stiff, but true. Nearly everything Simon owns is secondhand, from charity shops or the like. 

Verity notes the step back. People scare too easily. Or maybe her friendliness appears more predatory than welcoming. Well, either works for her.

It’s an impressive feat that she doesn’t roll her eyes at the ‘chronically polite’ remark. How can one still think any situation calls for niceties anymore? Her second question would be how this man has survived for as long as he has. 

“No problem. It was a bit of both our faults, wasn’t it?” It doesn’t take a rocket surgeon to tell this man doesn’t want to speak to her. That’s too bad for him. 

Her eyes light up at his answer. “Goodwill? I used to shop there pretty often. Even tried to get a job there.” She runs a hand along the brick wall next to them as she takes another step closer to make up for the one he took back. 

It isn’t even a lie. With how often she traveled and the little work she got from it, Goodwill was a gift from below. Most of the clothes she has now are from there. 

Drawing her hand away from the wall, she glances down at the red dust that coats some of her fingers. “Y’know it’s lucky someone gave that away. It looks real sturdy.” Verity begins to rub her forefinger and thumb together, then looks up again at the man. 

“Sorry, excuse me, you were talking about manners and I forgot all about mine. I’m Verity.” She extends a hand out to him. “Can I have the pleasure of knowing your name?” 

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abvddcn‌:

The woman that she had found herself in the presence of was one that she knew very well, whose blood had opened the gates through which the King of Hell emerged, ready for its rightful victory. To be human was to pick the short straw but being the key to Lucifer rising surely gave the other a few points in her favor. “If you had a camera…” Abaddon mused, a smirk appearing on her lips. “Who’s to say I wouldn’t just throw it to the ground?” Although her words were laced with a playfulness most would find terrifying once they knew who it came from, it surely was a best-seller. Impossible to see through. 

A scoff escaped the demon as she heard the other’s words, looking back at the preacher and giving the man a fiery look; not enough to show part of her true self but just enough to make him question himself twice should he ever decide to approach her again. “They’re a broken record. You find a way to change the pace and they’re not able to think for themselves.” 

Upon hearing her question, Abaddon let a smile appear on her lips. “I prefer the warmth and coziness of my apartment. I’m not really an out and about kind of person. My name’s Agnes. And you are?”

Oh, this woman was a treat. How long had it been since she ran into someone who didn’t cower at their own shadow? Those who bowed into themselves during these times were simply easier targets. She’d learned that lesson well throughout childhood. “Well, if you did,” she smiled softly in return to her smirk. “I’d say we have ourselves a bit of a chat. You’d have to buy me a drink in return for breaking my camera.” Her voice was teasing like hers, wondering still how the universe had kept such a soul from her. 

The way the preacher flinched from the stranger’s gaze sealed the deal for Verity. She was going to convince her to join their cause, come hell or high-water. The thought gave her a giggle, since hell had already come. Hopefully that meant she had her foot halfway in the door to persuading her. “It’s funny. They should know by now no matter how much they repeat those same verses God isn’t coming to save them. But if they let this go, then they have to accept that they’re not going to make it in this world.” 

Agnes. Verity wouldn’t have pegged her for that name, not that she minded it. “Don’t we all? I’m lucky to have caught you on one of your days out, then.” She smiled wider. “I’m Verity. Can I assume from the fact you like to stay within your apartment that you’re not apart of the rebels?” 

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ofdeviils‌:

                       near four months he’d been free from his prison within hell , & yet he still found that he could not spend more than a few hours within the citadel before becoming restless.  it’s design was nothing like the tower in hell , with the warmth of the sunlight steaming in from it’s multiple tall windows , the rich furnishings & multiple amenities.  yet lucifer could not help but leave the citadel & roam around new zion.  for the simple reason that he needed to know that he could.  constantly , he had to remind himself that he was no longer trapped within the tower walls.  so he often dismissed his court & wandered.

                        today , he found himself walking the streets of new zion.  the demons he passed bowed as he strolled by , but he found himself barely seeing them.  instead , his mind ran.  four months on earth , & they’d made considerable ground.  but as his demons swarmed , the angels arrived as well.  they were weaker with god gone , but still powerful enough to put him back in his prison & decimate his legions.  they & the humans that still foolishly believed in god were powerful oppositions that he needed to destroy in order to prove that he’d been right when he first observed adam & eve in their garden.

location:  the streets of new zion. date:  21 may 2030 , late evening. status:  open.

it’d been a successful ‘shopping’ trip that day. she’d found some canned goods, and a couple of water bottles to bring back to their encampment. they were still low on meds, but that had to be a trip all on its own. she’d have to find a pharmacy that hadn’t been raided yet, which was nearly impossible with how ravaged the city was already. the general hospital could also be a good place to start looking. she’d need to bring a few people with her, and a decent plan before even touching it. that was when she noticed something strange. 

the whispers were her first clue. people were walking with their heads dipped, talking amongst themselves about something. it was like they were in london and the queen had walked by. maybe a prince had come down from the citadel, but this level of respect was only reserved for— she could hear it. lucifer. “lucifer?” she called out, dashing towards the man who had parted the streets. it had to be him, didn’t it? she wasn’t even sure yet, and her excitement was raising by the moment. 

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abvddcn‌:

 Come find Jesus and you will be saved, too!

Just hearing those words made Abaddon want to vomit herself out of the vessel, possess that person and jump right into traffic before making a sweet exist out of that stupid person. “Salvation is overrated.” Were her only words, spoken loudly enough so she could be heard by any passersby, as she crumbled up the flyer that was handed to her and then threw it at the other person’s chest; then, she walked away with a venomous smile on her lips — talk about an exit. 

Feeling eyes glued to her back as she walked away, the Knight of Hell let out an annoyed sigh and rolled her eyes before she turned around to meet the person she believed was starring her down like she was a freak show on the loose. “What is it people say…” Abaddon spoke, feigning thought. “Oh, right — Do you want a picture? It will last longer.”

Three words. Those three words got Verity’s attention quick enough to almost snap her neck looking up. She locked onto the woman who had said them, pushing past the people in front of her to get a closer look. If she wasn’t a worshipper already, Verity was eager to persuade her to join their cause. It was quite the sight to see her throw that flyer right back in their face, too. It’d been too long since she’d seen a preacher get what was coming to them. 

Her lips spread in a grin when she acknowledged her. “If I had a camera, I gladly would,” she replied, taking in the stranger in front of her. “I admire the way you deal with those types...They don’t shut up quick enough.” She took another step toward them. “Why haven’t I seen you around before? I know I’d remember if I have.” It was true. Verity didn’t stumble upon outright god-hating people without a bit of investigating beforehand. She had gotten lucky this time around. 

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prophetsimonf‌:

Location: New Zion  Time: around nine pm. Status: Open.

So. Welcome to the end of the world. It feels cataclysmic, but New Zion doesn’t look much different. It’d always been a shining wreck, now its just a shining wreck full to the brim with demons. Horrifying creatures that could be lurking around any corner. It sets him on edge –– It’d set any sane person on edge. The people around him, those either brave enough or stupid enough to venture out this late, are skittering towards their various locations. 

He can see a few people ducking into what looks like a bar. That makes him want to laugh. Maybe they’ll drink until they die. 

That’s what he would have done a handful of years ago. A faltering step in their direction, and then he stops. Lord, lead me not into temptation. He isn’t here to drink himself into oblivion, he come here to grab whatever supplies he can and get safely back home again. That’s what he told Eli he would do, and he doesn’t intend to make himself a liar. 

Successful so far, at least. Messenger bag packed to the brim with items liberated from a pharmacy down the street. He feels guilty about the stealing, but it seemed like five other people had been in before him, and they’ll need medicine if they’re going to survive for long. 

A thousand things cross his mind when he turns a corner and sees another person. Is this a human? Is this a demon? Are they sick? Will they attack? Friend or foe? He considers taking a step back, hiding where he’d come from, but he knows he’s been noticed already. Boxes and pill bottles clattering in his bag, the only thing he can think to do is continue forward and act confident about it. 

Hunger is not a new feeling for Verity. Before the world was shown Lucifer’s light, she couch surfed and worked minimum wage, during the best of times. The days she had to fast to pay for a motel room appeared to be a trial to train her for the future she now resides in. But she isn’t on her own anymore, which means her needs is not what she needs to worry about. Some fellow worshippers led more comfortable lives, and she can’t blame them for wanting to eat and drink once a day. 

She volunteers eagerly to be the one to scout for supplies, humming as she walks down the streets of New Zion. There’s a switchblade she’s had for years that sits snugly in the pocket of her jeans, in case anyone invites her kind of trouble. 

No one’s blinked an eye at her. Everyone is too absorbed in their own selves, wallowing in self pity or praying for a god who won’t come for them. On her way back, she’ll stop next to them. She’ll ask if they wish to be saved, and if they do they should stop asking for a glowing, feathery beings help from above. The answer is far below. 

Do you wish to be on the right side of this war? Or casualties for the lord, who care not for you?

Her current goal is food, medicine, and anything else that can help them survive. Stealing is no issue. The trouble comes when she’s fighting other people for their scraps, and she isn’t going to fight fair. 

As she’s about to turn the corner, she raises an eyebrow at the person in front of her. He’s not familiar in the slightest. “What a mundane problem we have here,” she shows all her teeth to the man. “A bit different, though. Usually when people run into me, they don’t even say sorry. And you look white as a ghost for almost walking into me,” she laughs, taking a step forward. “Nice bag, by the way.” Her eyes flick down to the overfilled tote. “Where’d ya get it?” 

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They’ll destroy you. The neighbors will shun you. And I’ll make sure that no one forgets the pain you caused me.

Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher 

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                         ( no one in her right mind would make my home her home )

name: verity driscoll  role: the liberator - verity always held the power to break chains, she just didn’t realise the full extent of it until now. allegiance: lucifer faceclaim: emmy rossum pronouns: she/her status: taken

“marked children always have a special role to play in things such as this. verity had been a child chosen, a child possessed, a child exorcised and a child marked. she had a role to play and she knew it from the tender age of twelve. lucifer was her calling, her guiding light, he pulled her where she needed to go and she loved him for it. more of a father than hers had ever been, more nurturing than her mother could ever manage. a poor christan family plagued by her curse, they were scared of her, and they were right to be. she was one last piece of a puzzle they had been working toward for centuries. she knew it, bodhi knew it. she spilled her blood over the pit and lucifer rose, and for that she would go down in history. for that she would be infamous, a queen, a loyal servant for the rest of the universe’s existence. humans would be trying to kill her for the rest of the life, but they would never have the power. she wasn’t all mighty, but she was damn close.”

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