#hereticdefied

[delabor]

"it's been weeks since you came for dinner, i presumed were dead." owlish blink, deadpan lips

{ ☠  — @naturanexum }

“dead and gone, but returned to spit in the metaphorical creator’s eye.” smile; joking. “or might as well be the same thing.” eyelashes; flutter.

“missed me going through your cabinets? i bet it’s boring being able to find all your groceries.”

[caelestimortemarchived]

@hereticdefiled​ : "Poetry invariably describes Death as beautiful, I didn't think they meant so literally."

                      with  amara’s  little  fun  she’s  been having  with  the  world  ,  it  didn’t  take  the  youngest  archangel  long   to  come  out  of  hiding  .  clothed  in  a  black  gown  that  skirted  past  her  feet ,  she  remained  distant  from  the  witch  .  not  many  knew  how  to  summon  her  .  infact  ,  it   was  a  rare  thing  to  do .  most  who  did  summon  her  only  wanted   to  greet  death   in  return  of  something  .  sort  of  like  making  a  deal  with  a  demon  though -- there  were  several  differences  as  she  was  an  archangel  and  did  it  peacefully .  

                    darkened  hues  remained  on  the  woman  as  she  spoke  .  it  wasn’t  everyday  she  got  complimented  .  already  off  to  a  GREAT  start  as  flattery  sometimes  got  her .  finally  ,  giving  her  a  small  smile ,  she  tilted  her  chin  up  . 

                           “  poetry  seems  to  speak  so  much  truth  .  just  a  tragedy  that  most  find  it  to  be  boring . “ 

[delabor]

@hereticdefiled replied to your post “today’s vibe: wings wide; shiny vinyl thigh high boots.”

we support this

@fidelissimi​ replied to your post “today’s vibe: wings wide; shiny vinyl thigh high boots.”

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we’re here for samael’s friends supporting his fashion choices

[deusgladio-archive]

hereticdefied said: "Feathers aren't the only thing I'd like to ruffle."

". . .that’s interesting.”

“are you sure you can, red?“

[deusgladio-archive]

hereticdefied said: "Would you be terribly offended if I said you were technically the prettiest Winchester?"

“Well, I won’t be offended no. I am the prettiest. I also have the functional braincell if you are into that sort of thing.“

[daevilrage-archive]

hereticdefied ; яσωєηα & ℓυ¢ιƒєя ; unwilling allies.

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. he had been imprisoned but never killed. not until recently. dying in another dimension and waking up in the darkest of places, an empty void for angels and demons to stay for eternity. he had been pulled through, awaken by the force of the pray from Nick. but locked away before the ritual had been completed. it was almost unbearable, the thought of the Empty, as he stayed awake until something changed. there was a PULL.  he felt it, deep in his grace, his first creation, Lilith, shared his place in the Empty until she was pulled by the hand of God. And then, there be light and Lucifer came back. 

His father’s plans for the world matched his during the Apocalypse, perhaps even further. Other dimensions, other worlds all destroyed by a flick of his finger. He was brought back, and he should be thankful, God brought him back and he should repay his Father with gratitude. Despite the Morningstar wanting to end humanity, he had never wished to destroy Earth, God’s last masterpiece in his mind. He does not wish for it to be destroyed and slowly, as he hears his brother is out of the Cage, Lucifer begins to brew a plan. Maybe, just maybe, a way to stop their Father. The Winchesters would be an issue, but even they are desperate when it comes to fighting God. 

It’s why he is now beside a woman that loathe him. He had killed her, gleefully even when he was finally free from Hell and Crowley’s bound. He had done so in retaliation and a way to say; this is what I can do. But she is alive. Flesh and bones as his own vessel and they stand in opposite sides of the tables. Cold blue eyes stare back at the witch, there is silence until at last, he dares to speak. “You care about the natural order.” All witches do. Even the devil cares about it. Hell, Heaven, Darkness and Light, there is a balance. God is threatening to destroy that balance. “So do I. I would loose the staring daggers, Rowena.”

Fair enough, let her stare. If looks could kill. The Archangel sits casually. “But you know well, you all need the star power to pull any of this off.” Kill God. Sounds odd and he doesn’t like the plan. He is in favor of locking him away. Sure, the Winchesters tried it and failed but. . .they were humans. Mortals. Back then, it took four archangels and God to pull this against the Darkness. “I can convince Michael. And you know The Darkness.”

[daevilrage-archive]

hereticdefied eyessssssssssssss if you ever feel like bringing that or any of the muses back hmu

maybe one day i will bring them back or just catherine of aragon bc i love her

[whollyxunclean]

❝ I hope you’ll excuse my cheap wit, but the hour is late and it’s all I have left. ❞

“...go get some rest, rowena. i can keep researching.”