#warprotects

[revaler]

"I heard we were beating up Gabe!" --warprotects

      why is his life like this

[oncomingstcrms]

@warprotects

WRATH – uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred towards oneself or others.

    When he stepped out of the burning bookshop, the anger in his chest was blazing brighter than the fire itself. Rage and agonizing pain of loss – a dangerous combination for a creature of Hell, they seem to forget about it. And for a moment there, Crowley remembered. He remembered who he was. What he was.

     He can still feel the pulsating heat of the fire, familiar and hostile at the same time. His angel. His fucking angel and he left him for a fucking second, without a proper goodbye – angry then and angrier now. His lungs are sore from screaming through the thick smoke, ashes clogging up everything, driving him to the point where he just wants to go straight to Heaven and burn alive but take some of the haloed bastards with him. 

      He could rip apart the entire Alpha Centauri just to get back at the universe – tear something beautiful to shreds to know how it feels, to know what they felt. The glorious beauty he helped create. 

      The white-hot metal of his melted sunglasses sears Crowley’s fingers. Not that he cares. Not now. Not anymore. Bring on the Arma-fucking-geddon, something inside him screams. Not into the void. Directly at God.

       He knows She’ll hear. 

       And then he notices her, among staring passers-by and confused firefighters. The woman in red, who for a split second seems to be a reflection of the blaze. She doesn’t look terrified, like the others. She looks amused. Something about her feels strangely familiar, a mix of a tingling sensation in his chest and shivers down his spine. 

       “What the hell are you starin’ at?” the demon snaps, striding fast to his car. 

[protectxthem]

@warprotects​ said: ( FACE ) stroking mine’s face. [x] | Accepting

Lucifer shakes his lighter, growling in frustration when it didn’t light. “Stupid piece of..” He throws the lighter and tucks the unlit cigarette behind his ear before leaning on the bar counter in front of him. He sighed and closed his eyes when he felt a small woman’s hand stroke his face.

A laugh escaped him as he grabbed her wrist with his hand. Lucifer opened his eyes and pulled her closer with a smirk. “Hello, dear. How is my horseman today?”

[gluttonyqueen]

❝ it’s not about the size of the dog in the fight but about the size of the fight in the dog. ❞ bc the hOUNDS OF WAR??? GET IT?? --warprotects

lines from modern media that are raw as hell // accepting // @warprotects

        She stares blankly for a moment, not really wishing to disagree about the dog part. Though hellhounds have always been enormous – better for ripping the sinners apart, even if some of them have been developing an unfortunate tendency for fetching balls lately. Those ones, too. 

        “If this is about my height again…” Beelzebub begins menacingly – no need to remind War of the fight in her that’s remained so tragically unused for millennia. Oh, but she loves a battle. What kind of Commander of the Legions of Hell would she be if she didn’t? 

[coinsandclosedeyes]

A single cicada lands on the breastplate of a fallen soldier in the midst of a battlefield. Another follows and their clicking hum soon becomes a deafening roar as a swarm spirals together to form the shape of a man who steps off the soldier with a sickening crunch. Looking around with thinly veiled boredom at the carnage, Belphegor seeks out the shock of red hair he spots in his peripheral and saunters towards her. "War, what's it been a few hundred years? You made quick work of this place...I've never really liked quick."

@warprotects

[a-musing-mixologist]

'This is just flirting?' More like passive aggressive blue balls. --warprotects

@warprotects 

 “It’s not flirting, it’s me asserting my dominance as the alpha chaotic immortal redhead on this Earth.”  

[revaler]

"What if I hurt you and then kiss it better?" --warprotects

      “ How about we just don’t hurt me at all?  Then you won’t have to kiss it. “

[weirdtongued]

❝ i’d sell you to satan for one corn chip. ❞ --warprotects

lines from modern media that are raw as hell // accepting // @warprotects

         “Ah, that’s too bad. Satan likes me,” a bold assumption, Crowley, but not without a reason to back it up – they do love him down there, and it’s not like he isn’t personally familiar with Lucifer. Hell is a pretty tight space, if you think about it. Like a small town, or an unpopular night club. “I’m not sure he likes corn chips though, so it’s gonna be a tough sell.”