#roevl

blue eyes flicker up only briefly , quickly refocusing on his phone and the rapidly developing group chat flying across the screen. paying so little attention to roo would be ill-advised by everyone in heaven aware of their existence. gabriel knows this. but everyone in heaven has not had semi-regularly scheduled reprimands , warnings , and other various attempts to reign in the primordial presence ever since eden... rotted. gabriel has. ( consider the angel somewhat desensitized )

meme tag | always accepting love and deepspace sentence starters

her words earn a quiet hum from the fallen angel. detached but accepting. ❝ you always could see through me. ❞ soft eyes turn upon his wife ; it's like the sight pulls him from spiraling thoughts and back to reality. awareness creeps in with a deep breath —-- all at once , lucifer is present. here. with her. ❝ never understood how you do that. ❞

hands reach out , begging her closer. ❝ i'm sorry , cara mia. i don't mean to —- . . . ❞ be depressed , broken , a shell of the angel you fell in love with ? ( no. he can't say that. even if they both know it's true. lucifer can't say it. ). another deep breath , this time a weary sigh from deep in his bones. fingertips stretch to tease her own , cup her hand , ghost up her forearm. ❝ i'm sorry. let me make it up to you. ❞ hands now on her waist slide down her hips to trace invisible shapes , holding on like she's his anchor. the devil's tone holds a promise that even if he cannot undo what has happened , cannot fix it , he will repent. for her. as long as it takes , whatever it takes.

      "I don’t play fair, remember?"

      even then    –    a sliver of hope can only do so much    ,    can it not    ?    one without the other created    .    .    .    a newfound kind of exhaustion.    a part that would never be put back into place.    eternity sounds so tiring when put into that perspective    ,    no    ?

      ❛ it was a foolish idea to come here alone. ❜

𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛  𝑝𝑠𝑦𝑐ℎ𝑜     (     𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑚     )     sentence  starters .

"Look, if this is your way of trying to get on television, you're going to have to do better than a few honeyed wo-"

As he finishes turning, he stops and stares at 𝐖𝐡𝐨 is saying this to him. He's seen 𝐇𝐞𝐫 before, he realizes, but wearing a different mask. But now that all has been unveiled, all he can do is kick himself for not connecting the dots sooner. A thousand times, a thousand forms, but ever omnipresent. An old incantation rang in his head, something he had learned back in the '30s when he was a follower rather than a leader, one of the nameless and faceless thirsting for power as he cultivated his hatred and envy in the garden of his soul.

𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 unto the 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, that rideth upon the 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭, for 𝐒𝐡𝐞 hath spilt their blood in every corner of the earth, and lo! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 hath mingled it in the cup of 𝐇𝐞𝐫 whoredom.

It was 𝐇𝐞𝐫, whose false name he had invoked so many times, spoken of in the Codex Radicis. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐄𝐲𝐞. Vox could feel his breathing getting heavy, blood bubbling up in the back of his throat as he stared at 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 he had offered up a sacrifice of thirty-three lives decades ago. Thirty-three lives including his own.