#luci yapping

Let's start with the fun part. I always see these stories of people who try to speak to God or angels, but are talking to demons in reality. They're tricked. But who's to say one can't be tricked by an angel itself, or some twisted idea of one? Let's start with the core.

Spamton G. Spamton is a human man in a human world here. He is what one might call a low and scammy salesman, as any might think. He's a skeptic. Atheist. Doesn't believe in anything, because he thinks if the afterlife is real, he sure as hell isn't going upwards.

He doesn't go to it. It comes to him. Night by night, he's losing faith in himself. He isn't doing good at work, he's losing out with his friends, and he isn't even close to becoming what he wants to be. A big shot. A huge name in the car business.

As he loses hope, he finds himself paying more attention to the mundane. He takes a walk at night and notes things like a crack in the side of an old building, or the memory of a decade old flyer almost covered up by new ones on some wall. Anything to keep his mind off of his own failure, because God forbid he thinks too hard and decides to give up.

God forbid.

He starts to see it. Two red lights in the dark. If he's alone, and the shadow is dark enough, he will see them there. Eyes. Could they be eyes?

It goes on for maybe three months before he decides to test whether he's going insane or not. And then he speaks to it. Something about the heart. Something about being redeemed. For what, he isn't sure. But this thing has promised him more than he could ever ask for. He couldn't believe he'd spent all this time avoiding this thing. It had to be an angel- granting him access to the light of human existence, so that it may one day end by sending him to God.

Finally, something to believe in.

(below is the necklace he created, works as a rosary with soon to be written fictional prayers spoken to him by the angel)

He kept the necklace at first at home. He was proud of it, but something inside him made him want to keep it hidden from EVERYONE. He felt like no one but him should see this- should know what he knew. It felt big to him. He swore his stomach would drop and he'd get nauseous every time he attempted to utter even a word about all this. Maybe there was a reason, one he'd understand one day.

After a while, something strange begins to happen. He swears that he feels an immense calm and comfort when he prays. And he swears, that with what twisted rules his angel gives him, that when he sins, he begins to itch. Unnoticeable. Then it would get worse. Then it would become unbearable if he did the wrong thing, if he began to speak about his religion. If he dared to utter this secret, his skin would feel tight, it would feel ill-fitting. Wrong. And that was the start, until he looked himself in the mirror. He hadn't done that in so long. Were those his bones? What hardness was pushing at his skin? Why did he look so uncanny? It didn't stop. He looked in the mirror daily, and he felt almost nauseated by his own face the more time that passed. He could feel something going wrong. He could feel that it was something bad. It was starting to become constant and excruciating. He knew there wasn't much time before

Whatever laid under his skin pressed until there were blisters and bruises all over his body. Cuts where something hard poked through. It hurt, but he didn't dare leave his house. He couldn't let anyone see him. And his angel didn't want him to show himself this way anyways. After only a day, he swore with how bad it had gotten, he couldn't even feel his skin anymore. If he opened his eyes, he'd understand that it was because he didn't have any. When he did open his eyes, he was.. more than devastated. His body was ruined. And to see the gore and remains of his own former body was the most nauseating feeling in the world. Had he sinned too far? Uttered too much? Had he failed to be faithful? He was completely lost. Completely terrified. He needed to remedy this. And if he couldn't, he needed to apologize to his angel and let them take him to Heaven. He needed to get away from this, from his ruined self.

And as he prayed and prayed for a solution, he got one. One night he'd be guided by he necklace. He'd hold it, and it would take him to a place he didn't much recognize anymore. Not that it was magic, but it seemed he didn't remember walking there. It was a normal night, mostly. After months of isolation. He'd picked up the necklace, to hold, to pray, and then he was here. And there was a small glass box. He knew what he was supposed to do, and so he did it. And once that golden heart sat inside that glass box, it began to burn inside. And of nothing, a large, metal robotic body seemed to come together. Of parts and pieces hidden that he hadn't noticed were there. He stepped forward, and stared at the body. At the way the heart burned in it's glass box, at the chest. And when he reached out to touch the door of the glass box, everything went black.

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The second he was awake, he felt like he was suffocating. It was dark. No, it was almost dark, but through two holes, he could see. But there was something over his face. He turned his head, and he opened his mouth. His stomach would turn when the blood would spill from his mouth. He tried to shift, to move a hand, and it worked. With a loud, sickening creak. Finally, he managed to stand. To stand on legs that hurt to use. He felt a light, startling sensation on his back. He could have sworn something touched him. And then he felt muscles move that hadn't been there before. No, he'd been made of wood for so long now. And right this second, he was made of metal. What kind of being was he, to be made of metal and have muscles on his back? Wings. There were wings. His heart beat quicker in the box in his chest. Perhaps the reason his legs hurt so much was because he wasn't meant to use them. Perhaps that's why he was in so much pain, because it was leading up to this. To become the being so carefully crafted with the purpose to reach his Heaven.

Realistically, this will kill him. He will die. But I'm a weenie, so there's an au of an au where Tenna is in the know towards the end, and manages to kill the angel accompanying Spamton in his neo body, in which his human remains reform and exit the body.

ODYSSEUS - @eredin-offical

PENELOPE - @juliet-capulet-offical

TELEMACHUS - @boykisser-offical

POLITIES - @femboy-offical

EURYLOCHUS - @7-eleven-offical

ATHENA - @truth-teller-offical

CYCLOPES - @evil-joke-explainer-offical

AEOLUS - @wind-offical (yeah well no shit)

CIRCE - @circe-offical (yeah well no shit)

SIRENS - @male-siren-offical (yeah well no shit)

SCYLLA - @evil-joke-explainer-offical

CALYPSO - @grim-reaper-offical

APOLLO - @homosexuality-offical

HEPHAESTUS - @iron-offical

APHRODITE - @stacys-dad-offical (yeah well no shit)

ARES - @burning-britain-official

HERA - @ur-least-fav-gal-offical (because they both serve cunt)

ANTONIUS - @evil-offical