#iwasbornofthis

[dystopianarcher-blog]

Where is deliverance?  Will you walk with, walk with me?

Where is forgiveness? The lash is tired and it seems to see.

Give me deliverance From your history topped with lies

Where is your witness? There is none, Hide your wings and we’ll take the sky. You will never feel so alive As you will the day that you see The sacred ways that are playing To bring a new faith. Smile tonight In the sacred light And you will look like a new God.

Smile tonight For you have arrived Arrived to bring the Heavens down. Who is the savior? You can walk this  Golden Sea.

For just this moment Close your eyes and die with me.

Who needs forgiveness When we all speak fluent lies?

Here is deliverance You’re in it Lose yourself and we’ll take the sky.

Smile tonight For you have arrived Arrived to bring the Heavens  d o w n.

Welcome to Hell.

[dystopianarcher-blog]

God Called In Sick Today {Natasha, Duma, Lucifer, Raphael, Balthazar}

Blade searing through a demon's brain, a mad mad mad grin splitting rotten rotting flesh, and Raphael laughs - or better, cackles as the blood wets blade so Unholy it might burn.

A kick, the decapitated beast falls down, rolls off into nothingness. For now, they are at bay. And the lesser ones fear the Fallen nonetheless.

Next to him, a pride demon hisses. Fangs glistening, eyes burning in their skulls. The blood that mats Raphael's teeth, a tongue rushing over them.

"BALTHAZAR," Raphael turns towards him, screaming, then, as thunderclap and change in winds warns them that something - someone - is there. And that they must be quick.

"Now!"

[nogravebuthestars-blog]

iustum necar reges impios. (a prelude to war)

open mouth, eyes that water, tongue that cannot speak. there's no need. undeniable. he feels it too. if your right arm was gone, the ripping would catch your notice. they both keel over as gods, mortals both rush to their aid. he can say nothing but a name: raphael. fuck. no. why. and in his twin's eyes there is nothing. only loss. pain. the presence has been disrupted, and brave and blonde the young doe tries to console hers, wings writhing as she speaks. her words fall on deaf ears. the crimson shadow, she stops her, early tears falling for tasks undone. "he was their brother." all explained, really. a god nods, and looks away. thinking of one who now shudders even in summer. his hawk, why won't he now fly away?  fevered sobs, two fraternal hands clutched like a rosary or hand grenade as a child's favorite nightmare puts head and horns in hollow hands limbs pulsing with the ancient drums of war. meanwhile, the sun sets. lucifer, who should be unaware, but it seems now an impossible task. even were inaction warranted, he is the fallen, not a deaf man. no one is blind now to the heavens lit with electric mourning.

In the beginning,

No angel cried.

Rather, they screamed.

In Pride; Hope

died.

[dystopianarcher-blog]

birdbrain: Raph and Balth running through a field of dying bodies and burning buildings holding hands

birdbrain: is that fluffy enough

[dystopianarcher-blog]

Oh, Sinnerman, who ya gonna run to?

[ Original. ]

[confessionsoftherpers-blog]

I yelled ‘no no no!’ at my computer when prof-jim-moriarty cheated on johnconstantineasshole with iwasbornofthis, theres a really good storyline between Balthazar and John and Jim it’s heartbreaking and upsetting to see it happen! - Anonymous

[cheshirecodeless]

iwasbornofthis started following you

Lord Balthazar. What an honor.