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“Fuhahahahaha! You don’t need much, that is true. However, don’t forget Sandy… you already have enough to keep yourself crying every night while you furiously jerk off. Your dear Luci-san is dead, after all. I suppose there’s no one out there anymore who’d see past your meaningless existence. Still, I am very much kind, you see. I can touch your limp dick just to help you get over it.”

Each word dug in like a blow to the stomach; burning, crawling, a sick twist of the blade that shattered into his core with the bitter taste of crushed organs. To hear Lucifer’s name upon Belial’s unholy lips, to hear that small... tiny sliver of hope that he has been trying, desperately, achingly to hold on to, completely shattered. That lingering flicker of light before Lucifer’s voice faded on a whisper, swept away on Tiamat’s winds. It hurt... It hurt... It hurt...

“I’m going to kill you... Tear your wings off one by one before I make you choke on your black blood for daring to speak his name...!”

@dialforsex

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Give this post a like or comment if you would like a starter from Sandalphon! Lengths may vary.

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“A holiday for... kissing? Just as I think I have seen the pinnacle of senselessness, humans continue to utterly baffle me with their evolution.” Now, whether that is a good or bad thing-- Sandalphon will just file it away to weird-human-things again.

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(Sandy) Are you a mirror? Cause I can see myself inside you.

Nope.

Nope.

And he is so done. Who let Belial onto the ship? Sandalphon has some words for Danchou.

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@ashxfallen liked for a starter ~❤

“If you’re just going to just stand there gawking, then please leave. I believe I informed the Sin-- the Captain, that I work better alone without the far from subtle over watch in the guise of ‘help’.” He was the Supreme Primarch for Sky’s sake.

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The look on Sandalphon’s face would probably not be considered easy to read, but there was a deadpanned sense to it that spoke of his thoughts on Gran just... sitting there. Sometimes it was hard to believe that this was the same boy that took him down and would be the key to the changes of the Sky-- who had a hand in changing him. Ever so slowly. 

That didn’t mean, however, that his actual age didn’t show itself in these moments. 

“Before coming across you? Yes, that was the idea. That navigator of yours said the repairs for the Grandcypher would take an extra day, so I thought to look through the market’s stock while we have the time.”

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Violent starter for @godscent

031. — Slam my muse against a wall

It shouldn’t even come as a surprise anymore that --naturally-- he was the last one to find out. He knew it was no one’s fault but his own, having agreed upon separating from the crew momentarily to trace a lead that, inevitably, ran cold. Only after he returned to the marked rendezvous location-- only then was Sandalphon greeted and faced with what felt like a physical blow of ends and beginnings.

As if understanding the silent emotions that were bubbling and making their way to the surface, the Singularity and their crew stepped out to give them some privacy, even though Sandalphon barely gave notice to their presence once he moved inside. His focus was tunneled in, all senses honed straight for the man that stood before him. Standing just as regal as he remembered, he couldn’t tell if reality was closing in on him through delusion. Was this a dream? Was he back inside Lucifer’s core, living through moments of drizzled pleasures before they drifted through an endless space in time? Or was this another nightmare-- the lingering heat enclosed in his arms before weight lifted, departed, leaving him both empty and full.

Sandalphon’s breaths quickened, a pounding in his core that pulsed and wavered as his vision darkened around the edges. His body moved before he could comprehend it; two fist fulls of a dark collar before he slammed the larger body back. The impact shook along his own forearms, but his fingers only tightened even more, the barest hint of tears forming along the corners of his eyes as he choked out the words, “Tell me... this is real?”