#theangelonthedevilsshoulder

[feistyginnyarchive]

theangelonthedevilsshoulder started following you

Hullo! *she waves with a smile*

[youhavefallensofar-blog]

Papé Satàn, papé Satàn, aleppe!

+ theangelonthedevilsshoulder approached

Submerged would have been the best analogy for Castiel’s current predicament, or perhaps smothered could fit, should the former not suffice. For drowning in a deep sense of darkness the angel found himself, so ethereal and symbolic, neither touchable nor physical, and so ghostly that his hands could reach out and simply grasp at the nothingness, so thick it was like a torrid lacking that seemed to defy logic.

But Castiel knew all too well that logic held no semblance where he was, had no merit to who he was with, about to be with – fool, correction, being watched by. For like a fowl in the long grass, all tangled and wriggling as it tried to free itself before the fox prowled in, he too was caged and contained, so readily available to be devoured, if he stalker saw fit. 

Was this his mind, Lucifer's mind, heaven, hell, or perhaps a trick? - Castiel didn't know and couldn't fathom how he was supposed to reach beyond it all, thus, the angel simply waited patiently, allowing cold fear to seep from every fibre in his body like breath - the dreaded sense floating outwards and into the air, drifting so richly it could have almost held taste. "Lucifer," Castiel muttered, "I know you're there," trying to remain calm when facing down the devil, equal parts foolhardy to foolish. 

[thestarofreno]

I.. I didn't ask for you to come.

Fear was pouring over him as he stood there in fear. It had been thousands of years, but it was still there, replaying in his mind. He had no chance against him now. No way. Michael's brain was screaming to run as fast as he could, but his legs wouldn't move. 

His body was shaking with fear. It was like the fear in his eyes slowly went into his tall frame. "Lucifer..." 

[twodrunkencelestials]

Well hello...

Erimetha grinned, beckoning to everyone to a table with some tea, coffee, and pie on a table in a sun-filled room. "Care to come in for a bit of a temptation? It's all rather good! Made it all myself, too." The demon was being unusually welcoming.

[broken-winged-nephilim-blog]

theangelonthedevilsshoulder | can hear your song

The Nephilim's eyes widened at the presence she felt creep into the air. It was a familiar presence, the presence of an angel. But this was no normal angel; there was darkness that followed, a darkness that sent chills up Logan's spine. 

[gaveitallupforyou]

Castiel opened the door with a bowl of candy in her arms, the same confused and concentrated expression on her face. Dean had told her that she should dress up. Hence the short white dress with feathery white wings that clung to her back along with a wire halo that was heals above her head by a headband. So here she was, giving out candy right outside of her nest. Now that nesting and mating season was over, she didn't mind many coming in. Her gaze flickered over the face of the newcomer, "Halloween Salutations." Then she remembered Dean had said that was the wrong thing to say, "Happy Halloween."