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mrgeekdigital
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TeachMeNotToDream
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- Sep 18
- Deviant for 11 years
- He / Him
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angel species
archangel ranking
old, vessel age 29age
bejanmin barnes vessel / face claim
angel of the lord occupation
good alignment
God, Heaven affiliations
none aliases
roaming around status
archangel ranking
old, vessel age 29age
bejanmin barnes vessel / face claim
angel of the lord occupation
good alignment
God, Heaven affiliations
none aliases
roaming around status
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re made my Michael
~divinitys-child (https://www.deviantart.com/divinitys-child) divinitys-child (https://www.deviantart.com/divinitys-child)
More sexy, and a tad more sin. Pfft, because reasons. )
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I made another Jesse Turner yo.
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( Pssstt--
Michael uses Lady scented body wash-- )
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"A man chooses, a slave obeys."
"Which am I...?"
[[ /stalks ]] great question michael
( don't know if I should be flattered or worried. ) Whatever do you mean?
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I got a plot from this one blutengel song soul of ice ]] the devil's body was constantly in stress and undergoing some sort of repair. Lucifer put on this sarcastic, witty, clever, and hilarious attitude to cover the pain his body was going through mentally. Lucifer never fully recovered from his manhandling my Michael, and then the thousands of years crying himself deeper and deeper into the ice he was trapped in. it originally was a lake, a warm lake. Lucifer's warmth was taken away, and so was his warm tears. they froze solid around him and his regrowing wings, causing them to manipulate. they grew like roots through the cracks of concrete, they had to reposition bones just to get through the thick ice. all color, all aerobatics were destroyed. an angels body was designed to go into an angelic coma if ones body was injured beyond repair with limited grace. since Lucifer was one of those angels, he was just getting ready. angelic comas are like human comas, the victim is asleep. he depends on others to get food, liquids, sanitized. Lucifer himself had to sleep on his back with his wings out, the added pressure would help heal the main bones that supported the heavy mounds of flesh and feather. he was selfish to be thinking only about himself, and the pain he was going through. the family around him was also suffering from their own, and shared, complications. Michael couldn't look at him anymore, Lucifer struggled to keep Gabriel happy, it wasn't just Lucifer. Lucifer knew this coma was coming-- he felt it coming. he tried to fix his wings himself, having to break them all over again and put them in splits. their color was blotchy, ugly, hard on the eyes. sunset had a vast array of colors, but now it was black, dark blood red, ugly dark orange, burnt feathers remained even after years of molting and healing. he dozed off a lot, he had to take a breath just to wake himself back up. he shook himself off and stumbled down the hallway one night to Michael's room. he knocked on the door and entered without permission, he just knocked. " Michael? we have an issue, " he cooed and blinked his tired eyes.
Michael turned his head and scowled at Lucifer for entering without permission. He had told him countless times that he needed to knock or else he would be ignored. Though the look in his tired blue eyes and the tried shape of his body language made him look twice. "What is this issue you speak of?" he asked in a solem voice. Michael took full credit and responsiblity that came with Lucifer's current state of shut down. It was all under God's will and Michael, being the good son, had taken it upon himself to do it for him (seeing he was a soldier). He remembered snapping each bone and tendent, plucking each feather with a sick, twisted sense of pleasure and glee. He didn't care; he still held an undying love for Lucifer and was totally convinced it was for his own good. "This will fix him." Michael told himself. "This will fix him." Well it didn't. Lucifer's body was going to shut down on him, leaving him vulnrable and totally alone. Michael still took credit, and with the small amount of free will that Lucifer poorly funnled into his being, he felt a small amount of guilt.
lucifer saw it on michael's face, he liked this. he liked what he was doing to his brother, sure he tried to fight back, but it was difficult with angelblades sticking out of him left and right. lucifer couldn't believe it. he screamed at his brother to stop, to cease and desist. he didn't, he just kept tearing at those beautiful mahogany feathers. he tried to make himself forgive michael, he tried very hard. the feeling became neutral after thousands of years. michael couldn't keep the warmth in lucifer's body for long. the vessel eliminated certain functions to prepare for the great sleep. it was just around the corner. lucifer was like a computer that had to do updates: it had to shut down, it became very slow, and it normally took forever to finish. he was getting ready, now all he had to do was get comfortable. michael had that look on his face sometimes, the one that said that he was sorry, but then the other half said he had no regrets for doing what he did. lucifer didn't blame him. he tore this family apart, and now he was trying to piece it back together. "We're brothers, we're supposed to love each other-- michael, don't-" he would plead, defensive hands up. he wasn't michael from that day on, and he wasn't lucifer; but a drone, and a ghost with a mission. he tried not to talk about it. the demons still scolded him for being too warm, being too soft with the brother that banished him. lucifer was talked into tearing michael's wings apart to get pay back by abbadon. what would that solve? that'd just make it worse, even if it did make lucifer feel better. michael wouldn't react, he knew his brother better than he knew himself, and he knew michael would lay there and let it happen. it wouldn't do anything to michael on a biblical scale, they'd just sprout again because michael is higher on the food chain than lucifer is, the power is clearly unbalanced. unless god got in the way, then they'd probably end up killing each other. lucifer moved like a ghost over the gray carpeting, he almost glided. an angel's vessel would also begin to go into a sort of preparation for a coma, even if comas are normally unexpected. lucifer warned alex, and stuffed him full of food and water, carbohydrates and enough food to create ATP for months. his cells wouldn't be damaged, they'd be cradled by angelic grace. if only a biologist could see an angel's cells, they were different. grace hid in the vacuole of a human cell. normally the cell is used for storage, but it is very small in animal cells. in plant cells, the sack can grow to the size of half the cell. a plant vacuole provides strength and structure to the cell, if that plant leaf shrivels, it means the sack does not have enough water, and eventually the cell would die. grace lies in the sack and accelerates the cells' chemical reactions, and speed up healing. lucifer's grace was dwindled, and he was about to shrivel. he couldn't die from this right away, so he slept. he kneeled down and got inbetween his brother's legs, wrapping pale arms around michael's waist. " I'm tired, " he said and looked up to the brother that paralyzed him.