#tw: hell

Hello South Park Fandom-

Actually, I already have more stuff sdfjfsdjk it was all over on instagram though, mostly stories. This is an oc I made recently, one of 6 starters :3 It’s been super refreshing getting to work with new content! That and I wanted a tiny break from my Smurfs animatic because otherwise I go crazy doing frames 

This oc is called Jezebeth Thorn, aka my little hell child :) She’s pretty protective of another oc ‘Bubbles’ which is where the composition comes into play ^^

South Park (c) Matt Stone / Trey Parker

Every day I get angry with other Christians who constantly preach about hell. But, in most cases, I can't stay mad. Most are mislead by people in powerful positions who want to keep fear alive in the religion. They won't speak out because they are afraid of a fiery pit that does not exist.

He'll isn't real. When Jesus refers to hell, he is referring to Gehenna, a place on Earth, where people were burned. He is literally referring to hell on Earth. Jesus saves us from death, simple nonexistence. It breaks my heart that people were threatened with something that doesn't exist and now have been scarred by religion.

The church, as it is now, is not a church, and has not been since Jesus was here. Pastors who know the scripture, but still preach falsely make my blood boil. May God have mercy on us all.

Also, while I'm making other Christians mad:

God doesn't hate. Period.

LGBT+ is not a sin.

Being hateful in any way, even towards *gasp* I other religions is a sin.

You can't condemn others.

I'm not accusitng you of these things I am stating what our religion of love is meant to teach. Somehow, we have lost the love. I love my misguided siblings, and am trying to love the hateful (not their actions). That is how we be more like Christ.

Demons & Angels | The Gates Open | @soulxism​

Horns cry out with the onslaught of golden gates and pearly things. Cloudy skies are the continued solace of God’s grace. Once upon a time there was a grand war waged among the higher powers. Those became written scriptures spoken on olden lips, drawn to sacred texts and delivered by sermons of the faith. Only words to some humans on the earthly plane but a chronicle of the time when heaven nearly tore asunder between good versus evil. All angels recall. Those who were birthed by the heavenly father following this rapture could only hear tales. 

Oh but he is a walking memory of golden flame cast against Lucifer. He sees it behind brown orbs cast over the Earth as battles reign underneath his feet. The whispers of demonic energies did not move him. He cared little for the woes of the one long since defeated. 

Michael is the avenger. He is the leader of God’s armies who once tossed his golden spear into Lucifer’s unnecessary pride. 

Lucifer was cast out by God and he watched without lifting a finger.  It was the least he could have been punished with. Michael wanted to execute him for his crimes. But that is too prideful. It is too sinful. That teeters on the edge of his luxurious wings. That sin is engulfed with justice. He is justice riding in a chariot, which he now mounts. As the screams cut through the air. He pulls away from the attention of a young angel fawn. 

Mercy she cries. The blood of gold spills at the gates and he growls. Eternal light bursts in his heated gaze. “Draw back!” he shouts, gripping on reins, waving a hand through the cloudy air. Dazzling in golden and ivory robes, his nostrils flair with the taint of the fallen. 

Brace yourself. All will pay. No deed goes unpunished. It is God’s way. 

“Angels I call to thee. As I called upon thee to fight Lucifer and his followers! Heaven’s gates are at siege! Our heavenly blood spills.” Oh it is a cry glory on high. As the spear shines in a perch beside the racing of gliding wheels; angels soar in formation towards the slaughter. Even as his own fall dead, cut down by something once gone, Michael casts no expression. Stoicism becomes him. No emotion but one for war. 

“Him.” He murmurs, gripping the shaft of his spear. “HIM! One of demon’s filth! Protect your Father!”

I do not know where I am. It feels cold. Strange as I never have felt cold before. Demons do not adhere to such travesties. They are always warm. Hell’s fire burns within them even when they leave. It has been an ongoing pyre in my veins. Even as I come to live with you - Elijah. Father. 

Angels themselves are not born of men. Though I was created as one half to the same whole. God split me from my twin brother Greed. We were Caleb and Connor then. Beauteous, wondrous and light. We were infinite with our brother Cassius. Oh how beautiful we were in golden halos and rich wings expanding in all their glory. 

You know me not as this. You know me as Lust. The sin of passion and divine sexual energies. A poetic way to say I was a filthy being cast down to the pits of Hell. However, I chose that path. Once God turned his ire upon Connor I could not leave him. In that choice I defied God and all His creation to remain with my family. Cassius had no choice but to come along. 

In ways I feel I made up his mind. Losing not only one but both of his chosen brothers. I forced him to become Pride. Then I forced him in my selfish ways to become Wrath. Vicious. Cruel. Lost. 

You only hear me now in your dreams, Elijah. My chosen father. You only hear my voice whispering from a void I am now lost to forever. Perhaps. I do not know. I only know my demonic soul devoured by an abomination that should not have risen. Please, Father. Do not die. Please. Tell my brothers I miss them. Tell my mother I hope she is not in pain. I know her well. I know her all. 

Tell my love to not cry. That I will always be with him. I will always be with you all. Father, I may not have said it but I only wanted you to love me as much as you loved Greed. 

Lust’s voice fades away into nothingness. All but a dream within a dream and a whisper from beyond. Demons do not face death as humans do. It is but one powerful stretch from the abyss and linked through the evil power that still courses through Elijah’s being. Then it is gone. 

Scions of Hell come down on the unholiest of all creation. There are no truer words to follow the heels of those demonic effigies deep down into Earth’s bowels. Unnatural landscapes are born out of heaven’s wrath. It is true since the beginning. God is the reason Hell exists. If he never cast his favored out of pearled gates and beyond the angelic tune of golden lyres no evil would consume the world. They say it in their Satanic churches. They say it among the humans who thrive due to heavenly creation. Many are not at all heaven sent. Most are filled with sin. They are greedy, lustful, prideful, envious, slothin, wrathful and gluttonous. 

Oh so cometh the sins of mortal men. Cometh into creation of a dark lord and savior underneath their earthly plane. 

Seven sins. Seven circles. Lucifer created them all. He chose the prospects for each disgraceful action God’s so-called children act upon on a daily basis. It is all the reason he needs to have demons possess the living, steal their souls and corrupt the innocent. Each sin comes to him with report. Each demon who heralds a poignant role returns to their rightful place as only the Devil himself can walk among mortals without consequence. It is the reason now Hell’s King situates upon his throne of ebony marble overlooking the fury of his own lost demon. 

“My King he has not returned. There is no trace or sign of it.” 

Lucifer is displeased. “Then give me the brother. Not Lust,” correcting quickly before his scion of earthly news rebukes his request, Corvus narrows his dark glittering gaze. “May he continue to rot in the chamber of torment. He will suffer the consequences of Greed’s actions. I want the other. Bring him here. I have an important matter to discuss.” 

What Pride had wrought. The endless sea of rage cripples thee. But to be the King’s personal warrior guard. Let us see what seeds shall plant deeply rooted in the odd one out.