#eldritchdevil

        somewhere, in the recesses of his mind he knows this is not real. not in the strict sense of the word. because it certainly is no mirage the way the cold winds whistle through the air and wrap around him in a sinister welcome. the smell of damp soil and death is as distinct as the day he first walked this cemetery. the stones around him are haunted simply by the fact they give nothing for him to feel. graveyards are always like that. hollow and empty. but it isn’t until he stares down at the name etched in shining marble that he realizes he doesn’t feel anything at all. there is no energy from the trees or the birds for him glean. not a trace of previous visitors for him to pick up on. nothing. he’s blind here and it is far more unsettling than he would like. 

 he  was  not  hungry  for  superstition  .  in  fact  ,  he  always  found  the  matter  of  the  carved  land  rather  stupid  ,  something  that  people  spoke  about  in  every  tavern  and  inn  that  he  had  run  across  in  the  months  since  it  happened  .  it  might  have  been  a  year  ,  maybe  even  two  ,  since  the  strange  thing  had  appeared  ,  but  one  could  never  tell  by  just  how  popular  a  topic  it  was  .  geralt  had  fast  become  tired  of  it  and  set  to  avoid  the  larger  cities  .  villages  were  better  ,  but  not  so  much  so  that  he  could  evade  the  topic  entirely  .

 so  it  was  entirely  ironic  that  he  found  himself  heading  right  for  it  .  an  accident  he  thought  could  never  happen  ,  except  that  he  hadn’t  paid  attention  for  the  past  few  hours  .  seemed  roach  had  different  plans  for  the  two  of  them  .

 ❛  woah  there  ,  roach  .  ❜        his  mare  came  to  a  stop  ,  and  the  witcher  slid  off  ,  reaching  up  instinctively  to  rub  the  sharp  edge  of  his  wolf  medallion  .        ❛  why  did  you  carry  me  here  ?  we’re  headed  to  novigrad  ,  not  ...  this  .  ❜

                 THIS IS HIS FAVORITE SPOT     right by the river, at his table at the edge of the peer for peek visibility. Lucifer enjoys watching humanity float by like litter clogging up the waterways and he likes them to see him too. He gets a strange kick out of being seen without ever really being seen. A little joke just for himself. 

“Why are you here?” Azrael growls, launching an empty tea cup against the wall so it smashes next to her sisters head.

               There had been something happening in the world lately. Something more than the regular bullshit they get every day. Not croates. Not even Sam- there’s never been anything like this before so why would he do it now? Making the very earth shake after what looked like a thin column of smoke mushrooming out ‘bout....sixty miles away from where they are now. Several folks in the camp saw it. Lost their sight for about a day and a half cause of it. 

There were days when missing Billy was worse than others, days when she felt so very, very human, and lamented the loss of her wings, lamented a time when, no matter emotions she felt, she could feel a physical connection to something greater, something that could remind her of the bigger picture. That wasn’t possible--or certainly wasn’t as easy--- when all you had to connect you were two large scars on your back. So she did what all humans did...and went to the pub and had a drink. Or five. Possibly six. Enough for her to be singing and encouraging the rest of the pub to join in, but then...Billy had always said she was a wee bit of a lightweight. An eternity immune to alcoholic effects meant they hit her like a truck now.

She was mid song, spinning when she came face to face with...well, a face. One easily recognisable even now. “Oh, no” She half-heartedly whispered, realising that for whatever reason Lucifer had appeared (Unless it was coincidence?) she probably needed to be sober. She stopped dancing, but stumbled instead, and had to grab Luci to stop herself from falling. “Ooh!” She steadied herself a bit, and laughed “Long time, no see”

        FOR SOME REASON, faith had to use much larger doses of bliss to be able to affect that person in particular. unusual, but it didn’t matter. although it was hard to manipulate bigger quantities, she had a JOB to do. the father expected as much from her and she knew better than to let him down. besides, it was so EASY to charm them all into submission. to make them BELIEVE when she had something so powerful working in her favor.

        ah. there she was. 

        ❝ 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑠. ❞ after a soft blow to her face, faith gently took aurora’s hands and joyfully guided her into the BEAUTIFUL illusion she was so used to building at that point.  ❝ you can let your guard down now. it’s alright. you can rest. you know why? because you ARE LOVED. ❞