#gcdgiven

     “ - So am I meant to drink alcohol at clubs ? Or is it considered against tradition if i don’t drink ? “

It was real. Everything he had seen was real.

Noah was at a point where he had stopped doubting his visions, or at least most of them. There was always that occasional odd occurance where it seemed easier to question his own mind, but ... Noah wasn’t a lunatic, and he had been able to prove the things he saw right more often than not. Maybe denying the existence of heaven and hell seemed logical the first time someone mentioned it and called you a prophet of the Lord, but with a mind as sharp as Noah’s, and actual, real-life angels appearing in the middle of his living room? The truth couldn’t really be denied without making himself look like an oblivious fool.

Still, there were some visions that even Noah struggled to wrap his head around. Seeing Lucifer’s wings in a storage? Yeah, that seemed fake. Curious by nature, however, Noah had spent the majority of the last couple of days - it had merely been days, right? His sense of time had gotten somewhat wonky - searching for said storage, just to find himself standing right in front of a perfect replica of what he had seen in his mind.

     eyes focused on the cigarette she’s rollin, she doesn’t seem to be affected by someone occupying the seat across the table from her — they probably want something, and she ain’t feeling particularly generous. “say, you got a lighter, maybe?” nevermind the ‘no smoking’ sign just behind her.

     Their child wakes up when They expected it. The first and second question asked.

     ❝ Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. Los Angeles, California, United States of America, North America, Earth. ❞ They reply to the first.

     There is a chair at the corner of the room, but it remains empty while They stand over him.

     Their son. They reached into the sun for his bones, into the skies for his blood. Ripped a dozen stars apart for his flesh.

     ❝ You’ve FALLEN, and you’re suffering from amnesia. ❞ They reply to the second.

     They always tell Themselves that They don’t have a particular preference towards any of Their children.

*slides in smoothly to chinhands*

This was not the first time Kara had broken into the abode of an angel, and she was extremely hopeful that it would not be her last. If there was a survey done asking the people on the street Lucifer would probably be voted as one of the worst to intrude upon, but she had already broken into the home of the angel of Death herself numerous times, something which was an obvious sign of her dubious sanity.

The power outage, a situation brought about thanks to a downed a power line outside that she had most definitely not encouraged with miniscule amount of explosives gave her the perfect window of opportunity. With swift movements the hunter clambers up through the elevator shaft, taking a detour through the vents in order to end up in one of the many rooms of the Devil’s flat.

It was then that her senses quested outwards, the power that she had gained through countless months of training reaching out for sources of power, even as her flash-light beam landed upon the tome she was looking for...the ancient volume stashed under up a bottle of some sort of alcoholic beverage like it was some fancy coaster.

The hunter quickly snatches up the tome, putting the bottle to the side as she checks over the book as if checking to ensure that a child was unhurt. All thoughts of where she was were forgotten as she runs gentle fingers over the leather cover, checking for rips or tears caused by it’s obviously cruel treatment.