# šššššššššš : private, selective & original pestilence of good omens. unaffiliated. biblical & headcanon based. penned by allie. she / they, 25+, gmt -1 ! follows from heavenfelled !
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including themes of : divine judgement, religious trauma, nature vs. nurture, death & disease, body horror, insects, found family, immortality, knowledge vs. ignorance, loneliness, & more !
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the other's touch shot through emmanuel, and the angel could not help but curl up around it. divine, terrible and familiar. it's been long since he was in the presence of a being so much more powerful than himself, it's been long since he'd encountered god. the other's essence, an echo of god's just retribution, held him in place with more than just fear.
as comforting as the other was, the angel could not bring himself to meet his eye however. trouble nested upon his brow, wondering why he'd even come here in the first place. what gave him the right? "i suppose i didn't realise the suffering of the entire world would have been so big." and he has but these two hands and a dishevelled pair of wings.
šš ššššššššš ššš, šššš šššššš. fingers curled in a gentle squeeze that spoke their understanding. ' great suffering to match great joy. ' there was a modicum of truth to the words, but they weren't his by design. GOD'S WORDS when last they had spoken - once of the many in those early days, when retribution was swift and frequent ... and he a treasured general.
' i've grown numb to it, i'm afraid. perhaps ... in the end, perhaps, i began to enjoy it - SUFFERING for its sake alone. ' he and war were more alike than they had once realized, precious companion that she was. hand slipped from the angel's shoulder as they stepped past, bound for the kitchen of their penthouse suite. ' tea? ' casual, as if little more than the weather had been discussed. a beat of silence as he set up the kettle. ' it's why i had to retire, i suppose. never take your work home, emmanuel. '
@fourthorsemen / death sent : "look at you, you're gorgeous."
šššš šššš'š ššššš š šš ššššš šš ššš šššš in such a state ( working, and overtime at that ). but weren't they a fool to be surprised? their colleague strolled every street he visited these days ; these last years of striking terror into mortal hearts. divinity in its most heinous, its most terrible ... pestilence must impart that righteous judgement so that god could love them, the humans in all their SPLENDOR AND ATROCITY.
they'd even penned this plague by their budding partnership the black death. long suffered feelings GNAWED betwixt his ribs to hear of it. and still ... he felt stripped bare before them, to be glimpsed in any state but perfect, pristine, put together. black seeped from a fully dark gaze and traveled in rivulets down their cheeks, hood thrown back and hair mussed. equally dark fingertips rose to tuck a loose strand, self conscious. THE BLACK OF THEIR HANDS HAD SPREAD to usurp their forearms, veins standing out against his flesh in monstrous fashion.
' don't be ridiculous ... ' breathless and brimming with emotion.
don't give them bread, you idiot. ducks shouldn't eat bread.
do you ever just think what's the point?
what's the point of it all?
was it always this easy?
anything going on i should know about?
got anything for me?
frozen peas. that's what you feed ducks. frozen peas. they love them, and it's good for them, too.
you remembered.
holy shit.
hey, you.
what am i doing here?
what are you doing here?
it would be great to know where here is, and also who you are, and also who i am.
can i come in?
just get in!
that's not something you see every day.
it's called hot chocolate. you drink it.
so, you don't know who you are?
i'm me. i just don't know who me is.
you don't recognize me?
you know what it's like when you don't know anything at all, and yet you're totally certain that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person?
i have no idea what that feels like.
what makes you say that?
whoa, this is... this is amazing.
i just know that it's incredibly awful.
most things are fine in the end.
that's so sad.
sarcasm. we'll work on it next time.
you're funny. i love you.
i find it kind of hard to forget things.
what's the problem?
i feel like your exactly and my exactly are different exactlys.
what i need is for him to be nowhere near me.
i would love you to help me.
i'm asking you to help me to take care of him.
you're on your own with this one.
just breathe.
i can't do this. i'm just so angry.
you misunderstand me.
want some wine?
i don't drink.
well, i need a drink.
i have enough judgement in my life already.
must be nice, to have someone at home who cares where you are.
i was sort of hoping that we'd have a chance to talk.
don't even think about it.
you want a big, "i think i said the wrong thing," sort of apology, or can we take that as said?
i'd like the apology, actually.
you were right.
i want a proper apology.
you need to stay here.
you're safe here.
i am not your friend.
you should know why you're about to die.
god has abandoned you.
we're not killing anyone.
you startled me.
you're in trouble.
are you making fun of me?
mind if i come in?
so you do understand i'm threatening you?
oh. you're crying.
i'm pretty sure i'm in love.
she hates me.
it's not your job to sort out my doomed love life.
i saw it in a richard curtis film.
what do you know about what i want?
i know you.
you can stop grinning.
you haven't annoyed me yet.
might as well get comfortable.
are you trying to tempt me?
so whose side are you on?
why didn't you just say so?
you know, you really used to be awful.
how do you feel about sudden rain?
we're not friends. we barely know each other.
do you need a lift somewhere?
i'll be very, very careful.
i'm ready to go.
nothing has to change.
that sounds lonely.
i'm perfectly happy.
i don't believe my relationship is any concern of yours.
get out. now.
but it's pretty.
i don't care. just be quiet.
this... this is all my fault.
it's fine. people die.
you'll kill yourself.
i'm here. i'm here.
that was very kind of you.
mostly i just use it for twitter. and grindr.
you're upset and you're acting like it's my fault.
i don't know why you're angry with me.
i'm not angry with you. it's not about you.
i suppose i owe you an apology.
i'm not that kind of person.
i'm not your type.
you have no idea.
that could've gone better.
you have no idea the trouble you're causing me.
he hates you.
that was very kind of you.
shut up.
things could be worse, and they will be.
having a rough one?
i could always put in a word for you.
you'd do that for me?
that was a very nice thing you did for me.
forget it, will you?
we should not be here.
what's the matter with you?
i'll be honest, that wasn't unpleasant.
you read too many books.
did you miss me?
are you actually going through with this?
there will be sandwiches.
there is literally nothing that would get me there tonight.
you leave me with no alternative.
i'm not prepared to talk about it.
we are in hell.
you will regret it forever.
why the change of heart?
you've been together long?
you got a husband? or a boyfriend?
other people's love lives always seem so much more straightforward than our own.
what? what is it?
do you want a glass?
you're being silly.
have you thought of just talking to him?
let there be light.
i hope i'm not causing too much trouble.
i really am sorry. is there anything i can do?
jump out that window.
it hurts to remember.
what else do you remember?
do you want a hot chocolate?
you're really nice.
don't thank me.
no one would believe you anyway.
what are you planning?
wait and see.
give me coffee or give me death.
i'm going home and gonna drink myself senseless and have a good cry.
for once in your life, trust somebody.
i'm so glad you're here.
i know i'm really upset. why don't i feel upset?
i'm losing my fucking mind.
was it my fault?
i know i'm hard work.
i'm not afraid of hard work.
i think you're overestimating how much trouble we're actually in.
i have no intention of harming you.
this is all because of me, isn't it?
i said i would protect you, and i will.
will you shut up?
i won't leave you on your own.
why didn't you go?
you're in danger.
why don't you stand up for yourself?
you aren't trying to trick me, are you?
why would i be trying to trick you?
you are not welcome here.
you look like a murder hornet. or a snake.
you don't frighten me.
i've spent my life being scared of things. i'm done with being scared.
you are nothing, [name].
you're unloved and unlovable.
you're a nobody, and you'll live and then you'll die, a nobody.
you wanna come in here and say that to my face?
i'm going to get into so much trouble.
does what you say make sense in your head?
i don't trust him.
we can't stop them.
what do we do?
desperate measures must be taken.
what did you just do?
this could get very messy.
funny old world, isn't it?
you came back.
no wonder nobody could find you.
you're perfect.
why did you want to meet me here?
it's a pity we'll never speak again.
no one can ever know.
i like this song.
every day something is getting closer.
i don't actually know what to say.
no one's ever given me anything before.
i just found something that mattered to me.
that's really sweet.
just don't tell anybody about any of this.
how can you think about that after all this?
let's say goodbye forever and pretend none of this happened.
wherever [name] is, is my heaven.
if you leave you can never come back.
i may need you.
you're not helping, angel.
why are you telling me all this? i don't understand.
you never say what you're really thinking.
take all the time you need.
it's probably best if i start off doing all the talking, you do all the listening, 'cause if i don't start talking now, i won't ever start talking, right?
hold that thought.
i have some incredibly good news to give you.
i think i might've misjudged him.
you're honest, you don't just tell people what they want to hear.
we're better than that. you're better than that.
you don't need them.
tell me you said no.
i can make a difference.
we need to get away from them, just be an us.
you and me, what do you say?
oh [name], nothing lasts forever.
good luck.
work with me. we can be together.
i... i need you.
i don't think you understand what i'm offering you.
i think i understand a whole lot better than you do.
@arkangcl / zaphiel : Thereās some loud, unapologetic crunching coming from your bedroom.
' šš šš šš ' šš ššššššššššš ššššš and slides into the doorway, socked feet upon a marble floor. shoulder catches against the frame with a grunt. ' honestly?! you're worse than pollution ! ' they stand like a parent, hands perched atop hips at the foot of the four poster king ( their paternal habits from the young horseman were growing ). ' no food or shoes in bed, for god's sake ! who raised you ! '
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' š šššš šššššš šššš šššš š šš ššš, šš šššš. ' a smile upon his lips, rare in its sincerity, yet for her there was nothing but. ' i've been in the area a few days. ' in truth, the wanton destruction was a bit removed from their taste compassion had long since numbed, but ugh ! the mess about them. he'd always been a tidy sort, far too prim and proper for their particular line of work. and still ... the messes left in his own wake were nothing short of GROTESQUE. even just, a man rushed the bar and grasped at pestilence, unknowing, in desperation. bloodied fingers curled about pristine cream fabrics, stained and crinkled now beneath the force of that grip. ' sir ! please, they say you are a doctor ! my friend - '
lips pursed, dark gaze narrowed. ' not anymore. ' a low drone as they pried away the offending hand ... THAT WAS WHERE THE ROT BEGAN. flesh blackened and bubbling as it tore a steady path through the poor man's veins and left little but sinew behind. ' ugh ; retirement means little to some. ' spoken over the shrieking agony that collapsed in a heap before them.
' speaking of, darling what have you heard about this newest flavour of THE END TIMES? heaven's been sending their little messengers to my penthouse ; unwelcome, i may add. ' tone laced with long suffering impatience. all the while, he diligently mixed her a classic negroni, bright red and bitter. ' have you - spoken to the others? ' something new invades their tone ... some persistent note of curiosity that they attempt to bury underfoot and ignore, gaze elsewhere as he slides over the cocktail.
ššš šššššš ššššššš šš ššššš šššš is all it takes to banish the doubt from their bones. worry and uncertainty alike dissolve beneath the simple touch. ' who would allow it? my darling ! who could stop it? ' their tone brims with reverence that cannot, would not, be contained. the name upon her lips, the kiss to his palm they embolden him. ' my only remaining duty lies with you. I FORSAKE THE REST. ' god's divine hand of judgement, the very purpose for their creation ; it pales in comparison to the swell of their heart, the ache that settles between his ribs.
hands cradle her face ... gentle to handle their most precious treasure. ' for you, i would bring HEAVEN to its knees. ' mouth came crashing upon hers like waves on a craggy shore, wanton for the chaos a force of nature. lips part, breathing her in, desperate to linger in this moment in case it was torn from them in an instant.
i just think everyone should fuck up pestilence's perfect penthouse apartment and pester him until they have to lie face down on the floor and hibernate >:)
šššš ššššš šš ššš šššš, ššššš šš ššš ššššššš ššš upon otherwise sun-kissed skin, followed the receding sickness. lips curled at their corners, somewhere centerfield of a smirk and a sneer. ' you're being awfully dramatic, john. ' deadpanned, like a mundane discussion of the day's weather.
the sneer was definitive now, with a pointed step into the man's space. a hand rose to catch his chin ( bruising grip, but the sickness that brimmed beneath their very surface remained dormant ; KEPT AT BAY BY FORCE OF WILL ALONE ). ' habit has precious little sway over nature, i'm afraid ... and mine was not made to be forgiving. ' no indeed, he was crafted solely to enact god's righteous fury upon those they now walked among.
' you couldn't hope to frighten me but, you're rather adept at annoying me. ' gaze dropped to the boot scuffs upon an otherwise pristine marble floor. ' ... and soiling my penthouse. '
@handgiven / emmanuel sent : if there's any legacy for me on this earth, i want it to be true.
ššššš ššššššššš ššššš ššš ššš š, softer than an agent of plague and suffering had any right to be. a hand rose and fell to settle upon the angel's shoulder - the barest touch that would drive a mortal mad with the buzzing, the burning left in its wake ( divine and terrible ). ' i've yet to see a truer heart than yours, emmanuel. the humans are blessed to have you among them. '
ah, but that was a stark difference in their divinity. pestilence stood among them, the very embodiment of GOD'S HOLY RAGE, all-encompassing. ' tell me then, why is your heart so troubled? '
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šššš šššš šš ššš šššššš šššš šš š ššššš, and his hand that had evoked the cross tucked neatly into a stark white pocket. ' i've no interest in killing you, crowley. ' if only because to do so would invoke the presence of an ... an old friend. that was a confrontation best saved for another day ( or never, not 'til the end of all things ). ' my death is irrelevant, for there's but one who can bring it to bear. ' no holy water nor hellfire could bring about a horseman's end. a pointed beat of silence. ' you and your angel could stand to be more careful, if you're not yet keen to meet MY DEAREST FRIEND. '
ok but i feel like pestilence and aziraphale would be besties if they ever spent any time together !! they both love fine dining and classical music, they're both so polite and well-spoken, they've both been tools of the divine and had to question themselves. i also feel like pestilence would be rather fond of crowley, for many of the same reasons aziraphale is, but they would be loath to admit it.
@fourthorsemen / death sent : ā i wanna be gone. i wanna run so far, i'd beat the morning. ā
š šššš ššššššš š šššš šš šššššššš and entirely of its own volition, palm settling against the other's chest. the gesture shocks him, heart jumping in answer, but they don't yet break away. ' then run ! who could stop you? ' words breathless, a glint to their eyes of deepest VOID. fingertips curl inward against the fabric beneath them ; a lifeline, ready to clutch.
' we could run together - ' it leaps from the tip of their tongue before it can be bitten back. his other palm comes to rest upon death's cheek.
@grimecrowned / pollution sent : "I'm not gross!!!" coughs up sludge. "...." stares. "Okay maybe a little..."
š šššš ššššš šššššš ššššš š ššššššš, hand reached forth to cradle the younger's jaw. a simple touch - one that a mortal would have suffered greatly ( the sensation of buzzing, crawling, burning, flesh blackening as it would succumb to the rot ). but for pollution, a pleasant hum and nothing more. ' it was a compliment, my dear. i would never wish you to become any other way. ' fatherly in their affection.
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šš šššššš, šššššš ššš ššššš, šššš ššš šššššššš to a bustling crowd of museum goers. something about them seems out of place - transcendent. perhaps that's why no passers by had bothered them. back straight, hands clasped behind, dark gaze TRANSFIXED upon the display before him : thousands of glittering coleoptera mounted and labelled neatly, like surveying his soldiers' heads on pikes. lips pursed at the first sound of approach.
' i prefer jasmine. ' hand clasps about the cup nonetheless, and it's brought to their lips. ' i certainly hope this isn't heaven's peace offering. surely they can do better. ' his voice is a low drone that resonates, rattling about in the skull like a hive. a couple who strayed too close in the hallway winced and cradled their temples. ' they're wise to have sent you, AZRAEL. another may have gotten on my last nerve. '