WITH A PUNCH OF A PENTAGRAM!

&  no  wonder.  for  Lucifer  disguises  himself  as  an  angel  of  light…

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STUDY OF : fallen angels / the horrors of one's mind / the tragedy of belief / corruption of the pure / dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight

“you seem to know more than you're saying.” ✯ @envoye

♛  IT"S  BECAUSE  HE  DID.  HE  ALWAYS  DID  …..  when  it  came  to  Heaven  ,  he  knew  too  much.  he  had  lived  that  life.  he  had  known  the  writings.  he  had  known  the  goals.  he  had  known  his  siblings.  but  above  all  else  :  he  knew  Michael.  &  that  was  perhaps  the  most  painful  thing.  how  well  he  knew  his  twin  brother.  created  of  the  same.  there  was  no  one  he  was  close  to  ,  than  his  twin.  the  days  of  them  racing  through  the  clouds.  of  laughter  filling  the  halls.  the  way  Michael  would  go  along  with  his  pranks  &  then  try  to  ease  him  out  from  getting  into  too  much  trouble.  when  it  came  to  them  ,  Mike  was  the  self  control.  though  it  rarely  worked.  the  days  of  them  play  fighting  with  their  swords.  Mike  putting  him  in  a  headlock  which  would  lead  to  Samael  licking  his  arm  just  to  get  out  of  it.  some  days  he  would  blow  a  horn  into  Mike's  ear  ,  just  to  wake  him  up.  a  goofy  ,  beaming  Samael  looking  down  as  his  twin  fell  out  of  bed.

❝  ….  we  used  to  be  so  close.  he  was  always  there  to  get  me  out  of  trouble.  no  matter  how  crazy.  we  used  to  mess  with  the  stars.  used  to  make  shapes  out  of  them.  that's  how  constellations  came  to  be.  he  made  the  Grus  &  Columba.  i  made  the  Hydrus  &  Draco.  Father  was  so  confused  when  he  saw  them.  but  he  let  them  stay.  ❞

…  his  smile  was  gone  as  soon  as  it  formed.  it  hurt.  it  hurt  too  much  remember  the  happiness.  because  he  knew  he  could  never  have  it  back.  the  scar  against  his  chest  ,  one  that  had  been  from  the  blade  his  brother  used  against  him.  the  same  swords  they  used  to  play  fight  &  train  ,  were  now  the  weapons  they  would  use  in  battle  against  each  other.  the  weight  of  the  blade  was  to  be  weighed  down  by  his  &  his  brother's  golden  blood.  for  all  of  eternity.  all  because  he  dared  to  question.

❝  sometimes  i  wish  i  could  have  those  days  back.  but  i  lost  them  eons  ago.  remembering  is  too  ….  hard.  remembering  those  days.  remembering  him.  it  hurts  too  much.  so  i  block  it  out  ,  because  if  i  didn't.  i  wouldn't  have  survived.  there's  no  point  in  remembering.  he  chose  his  path.  i  chose  mine.  that's  all  there  is  to  it.  ❞

the  unspoken  words.  the  ones  he  will  never  say  out  loud  :  he's  going  to  kill  me  one  day.  because  history  has  never  been  in  my  favor.