#markofthefallen

[qveenofgluttony]

*adds these to last ask*

😊 - It makes me happy to see you on my dashboard!

😍 - I love your writing style!

🤩 - You’re one of the blogs I admire the most!

I think you meant to said these to my other blog but I don't mind answering over her too. But eeee, thank you!!! I am glad you're deciding to participate again the ball event too ^^

[infernal-feminae]

🧡 - I stalk you from afar because I love your writing!

Thank you!!! It means a lot lol

[brokendreamscreation]

How Well Do You Know Lucid?

@markofthefallen

“Not bad! You know me more than I expected :D”

[infernal-feminae]

((just for the hell of it, though I don't think they'd actually get along))

"Why am I not surprised I have little in common with an angel."

[brokendreamscreation]

For winged muses  …  Send   ‘ crash landing ‘    for a starter of my muse falling out of the sky in front of yours due to injury, exhaustion, ect.

crash landing ((not sure if this works but I wanted to start over if that's okay)) - @markofthefallen

When Lucid entered into Hell on his own curious volition, he did not know what to expect. All his superiors had ever described and shared with him was that it was a desolate place with nothing but the screams of bloodlust and agony of the damned, where streets ran red with blood like streams, and death lurked around every corner. The blue angel did not expect to see thriving city illuminated in neon lights and towering buildings. Yes there was fire and smoke, screams and blood, but not nearly to the extent he had imagined. A horrifying sight nonetheless, but far less dramatic than he had feared. The Sinner’s were thriving, they had a civilization and some sense of order. This realization drew the seraph in closer like a moth to the flame. But instead of being lapped by flames, he was instead zapped by strange, hovering robotic contraptions. They were labeled with Voxtek on the sides, something Lucid was totally unfamiliar with.

The chase was on, surprisingly fast drones closing in on the feathered tips of one speeding, agile angel. One of the three he managed to back-wing into the side of a building, sending it spiraling down below. Another gave the angel another zap, Lucid crying out as he dropped in height. Was it night or daytime here? He really could not tell but he prayed that by some miracle he’d avoid much attention from below. Speeding under a section of large billboards, another drone collided and exploded. One to go. Just as Lucid began searching for another obstacle to shake the last, another hardy zap met his body. The angels muscles seized up, cramping and spasming. Without the use of his wings, Lucid spiraled out of the air and crashed through the awning of a store, landing right before a resident fallen angel.

[brokendreamscreation]

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Why Aren’t We Interacting?

📤 - We have threads, and I’ve been waiting on your replies

I do have this one still in my inbox! I’m totally down for starting over :3 I am terribly slow with replies, and I’m greatful you’ve reached out to me to remind me! 🙏 I’ve sent you a DM for us to open some plotting together ^^

[infernal-feminae]

@markofthefallen liked for a starter!

"My child, it brings me so much joy to see you again after so many years."

It saddened the Speaker when he chose to leave the flock, but his free will was a gift and thus, it was his decision and his alone. However, if he ever chose to return, she would welcome him with open arms.

[brokendreamscreation]

"I can sing, but I don't like having an audience..."

“Wowzers! You got a lot of bingos!” Lucid grinned brightly to the fellow angel, fluttering over to him. “I don’t mind not having an audience singing. It can be just the two of us if you’d be more comfortable~”