lamb of god.

[john 10:10] -- the thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; i have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.

[oncedivine]

        “No, you’re here to learn how to fuck.”

    “I don’t think you can, and I’m the King here.”

[tourniquetandprayer]

   "What do you plan to do, then?"

     "If we begin on titles, I'm afraid we won't be leaving for a while."

[oncedivine]

        “None of you Heavenly bastards are ever fucking good at it —” he thinks of Mikhael, and a shudder runs through him, “— and you’re too fucking nice to be anyway.”

    “Everyone needs my tutelage.” A pause. “I’m literally the fucking King of sex.”

[tourniquetandprayer]

   "I'm not here to dispute that." He hasn't heard of being too nice as a detriment to sex, though.

     "I think I can go without it, thank you."

[oncedivine]

        “Welcome,” and he pauses for dramatic effect, eyes scanning the room, “to fucking sex ed.”

    There’s one fucking person here, and no need for theatrics, but he can’t help it. “Otherwise known as how the fuck to fuck.”

[tourniquetandprayer]

   A pause. "I have had sex." What else does he say?

     Still, Sephiel mentioned Asmodeus enough for Immannuel to want to meet him. "I'm not sure I need your tutelage."

[shemoveslikejaeger-archive-blog]

Muse has been attacked by something that obviously has no sense of mercy. They are beaten, bloody, and left for dead someplace abandoned. Lasts until someone comes to the rescue... Or finishes the job.

          Maybe there’s a reason hunters tend to go out in teams. Less chance of ambush, of something going wrong. But she wanted to do this one alone, she needed to do this one alone. Look at where it got her. 

          There was a branch digging into her spine, but it was hardly the biggest pain she had at the moment. The slashes across her abdomen, her blood spilling out into the soil. It felt like things were getting darker, but it was hard to tell when it was dark to begin with. All she could do was groan, spit blood and pray.

[tourniquetandprayer]

   It's like a siren, almost -- prayers of the desperate call him like a shark to blood. The simile feels too vicious. Immanuel does want to help; he's not sure what they're praying for now, but the leaves crack under his feet. A torch beacons ahead of him -- there's a joke somewhere about him being the way, but it's really not important now.

     A noise, like a groan. He turns, spotting someone. "Hello?"

     -- they're injured.

     Kneeling immediately, he touches their cheek, tilting their face towards him. "Sister--" he shines the light over her body, sanguine slick over her chest, "-- would you like my help?" He hates having to ask, but they never heal if he doesn't.

[starting-over-looking-ahead-dea]

Arielle shook her head. “I-I’m fine s-sir.”

[tourniquetandprayer]

   Leaving people alone in any sort of upset twists his stomach. "You don't look it."

[tourniquetandprayer]

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

   A pause. "There are few places I haven't visited." Right now, however? "I haven't seen some of the Baltic states for decades, though. I wouldn't object to returning."

[tourniquetandprayer]

   "-- you look distressed."

[totothewolff]

[tourniquetandprayer]

heylennah:

Top 50 Sexiest Men (in no particular order). → Gael García Bernal

[tourniquetandprayer]

   -- Immanuel makes a point to keep his demeanour open -- moreso than usual at least, which doesn't allow much room for improvement.

     "I had heard you were still in Hell." Lucifer walking the Earth itches below his skin in a way he can't describe. Still, to attack would be worth nothing. The humans had a phrase for it -- practice what you preach.

[tourniquetandprayer]

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