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[fletchingbrilliant]

The Radio Angel

(predictable woman is predictable. sigh.)

Oh no that's perfect because it's the one I'm most excited about rn (and we're putting up the first few chapters like real soon, just a bit of editing to do and I'm doing a ~c o v e r a r t~

Here's a snippet:

No one had any time to react. The moment after the air shifted, the darkness was pierced by a shocking green light.

Husk and Niffty both let out startled cries, and Angel could only stare in horror at the green chains trailing from their throats, heavy collars clasped around their necks. They were extending across the lobby, through the wall, angled far upwards. But then the chains were shaking, growing taut with insane tension.

And then, they shattered.

Husk and Niffty both fell to their knees, Husk then collapsing entirely, Niffty breathing fast and hard. Both of them were grasping at their necks. The green glow faded completely, the chains gone, the darkness lifting. Even the scent faded away, leaving them alone with an empty feeling.

The silence only lasted for a few seconds. “Husk!!” Cherri shouted, shattering the emptiness as she vaulted over the bar, knocking the little tray to the ground, the glass shattering against the wood floor.

“…Alastor…” Angel knew what those chains meant. And he recognized the color, as well. And the direction the chains had been going… his mind flooded with dread as he shoved away from the bar and vaulted to his feet, running for the front door. “ALASTOR!!”

“Angel! Wait!!” Charlie cried, but he completely ignored her as he slammed through the door and skidded on the pavement before he managed to change direction and ran for the left side of the building. He jumped, reaching the first balcony, then jumped again to the third floor exterior, before he began scrambling his way up the side of the building.

No. No, this isn’t happening. You’re fine. Nothing happened. The extermination is over. You’re okay. I know you are. You always are. You promised I could…

This is from Chapter One. Everything gets better from here, and isn't painful and full of delicious angst at all.

[fletchingbrilliant]

“The radio angel” for the wip game?

y'know, since I got two requests for this one at the same time, I'm gonna give y'all a second snippet! I'm very nice you see

While small and unassuming, Alastor knew immediately that this angel was not like the exorcists he had slain, nor even like Sera. In fact, for the Radio Demon it was all too clear what this creature was. Aside from the strange energy gently radiating from the angel, Alastor knew purely by how he looked. He had perfectly groomed black hair, shiny and cut cleanly just around his shoulders. His halo was dynamic, a deep ‘V’ reaching down between his eyes and arcing like horns past his head, a starred ring intersecting it. His robes were fairly simple, but beautifully embellished. His skin was as white as marble, and on his cheeks were two bright red spots, like he was wearing the makeup of a doll. Or a clown. Or Lucifer. There was no doubt in Alastor’s mind… this was an Archangel. “I don't belong to anyone, let alone you bright little johnnies.” Sera stepped aside almost obediently as the Archangel approached, looking up at Alastor with calm eyes and a wide smile. He tilted his head to the side. “No?” he asked, his voice a delicate tenor that many would describe as the perfectly soothing, heavenly vocal ideal. “Well, then, Alastor, why don’t you come down here and kill me?” It was only then that Alastor truly recognized that the infernal power he had spent both his living and unliving existence cultivating was gone. He snarled, still grinning. He still had his smile. They hadn't taken that away from him. Adam laughed again, a sickening sound. “Look, he's trying! He's fucking trying!!” The Archangel’s eyes actually softened as he laughed as well; it was something the living would have described as merry, perhaps even bell-like. “Alastor,” he said, with an uncomfortable amount of fondness, “this has already happened. You have come home to Heaven; had it not been for the determinations of my siblings, you would have never been cast down to Hell. I am simply rectifying a…” He giggled. “A clerical error, I suppose.”

[tokintormin]

I stole the idea from hypervoxel and zaebeecee (this post)

That made me think... what if the most powerful Overlords controlled Vox a lot, because of the fact that Vox's outbursts can have a huge effect on the entirely of Pentagram city? What if Vox did have a lot of connections (that he didnt like) with other powerful overlords, and tried to overcompensate the position he is stuck in, by acting like he's in control of everything or watching others on his cameras