I Cant Believe My Most Liked Post Is About Raphael Being Short 

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I wonder if the Cold Snap from the previous event is like a weaker version of what’s going on in the Devildom in this AU

Hey guys check out this short fic based on the Armageddon AU!

From The Cradle to the Grave

"Screamin' fuck life, and I'll break ya spinal structure!" Chain$aw by Scarlxrd

Fandom(s) — Obey Me! Shall We Date? (AU)

Character(s) — Diavolo

Warning(s) — Gore

Ex. Notes: I twisted @obeymearmageddonau to whereas Diavolo was punished for attacking his father. I may add onto this but for now Diavolo is stuck on an island only having barley on it.

This is very short but I was bored and had to do SOMETHING while in church zoom.

OUTTANOVA © 2022

Pressing "Keep Reading," may result in showing triggering wordplay, mature audiences are most recommended for the following entertainment.

Diavolo has been running in an almost endless field of barley for what one could assume was hours, only getting himself more lost in the barren land as he tried to speed up to atleast get out of this endless orange horizon.

He was at this moment, sweating blood, heart beating at a violently fast rate as he practically dragged himself to get out of this pasture. At this point, he almost forgot why he was running—running for his dear life while at the sametime exhausting his energy.

His legs almost completely gave out and into a locking positon, before he finally reached the edge of the island he was on. It would be a long time until he saw something instead of the plentiful grains that occupied this land.

Imagine both sides of the war initially overlooked the destruction of their worlds because “well, we’ll take over the opponent’s land soon enough and use that while our homeland heals” and by the time they realized the enemy’s homeland was also too destroyed to even be worth taking over anymore it was too late

BTW I am totally down for people including their MCs/OCs in this AU. The Obey Me cast is majorly lacking in human characters 

Just letting you guys know this blog is always open for asks. I’m bored over here and need content inspo 

In a recent Devilgram, Simeon mentions that he’s a sort of “middle man” between the high-ranking angels and the lower-ranking angels.

I think that could be a really interesting thing working in his favor in this AU.

He’s a powerful authority figure, but also much closer with the lower-ranking majority and knows them much better than someone at the very top like Michael would. Meaning, those lower-ranking angels would likely be VERY willing to listen to their trusted Simeon once everything goes south.

I love how you easily come up with such complex scenarios....it's amazing 😁

I try to write something but sometimes it doesn't make sense so I give 8

Thank you!

I think the fact that I’m an original fantasy writer in my spare time really helped. I’ve had a lot of practice with worldbuilding and such. For this specific project, I also took a lot of inspiration from an existing fanwork from another fandom, the Infinite Eclipse series by Jyc Row. Specifically this song from the series.

My tip is to start off with the big picture, and figure out the details later on. I didn’t start this AU knowing every little thing already; I figured things out as I went. I thought, “what is a logical consequence of X?” and went from there, and that’s how I got around 90% of my information here. It’s like a skill tree; you start with 1 point, the basic general premise, and as you explore, different pathways start to open up. After a while, things start to fill themselves in and you’re just hitching a ride.

Planning this way also makes it easier to sort out the kinks in the plot and prevent plotholes; you have your universe’s rules set up from the get-go, and everything else is a result of them. It’s hard to break a rule when it’s your main guideline, and things tend to be a lot more consistent when they’re united under a set of guiding ideas.

Lore I -  The Beginnings Of Destruction

<-------(Lore I)-------«

The Armageddon AU deviates from canon on one particular yet important point: the Demon King never went into his slumber.

The Demon King is still the active ruler of Devildom, and as such Diavolo has not assumed his canon status as the de-facto ruler. This means that RAD and the Exchange Program were never created.

Without Diavolo's leadership and efforts to create an understanding between the three realms, the resentment between the Devildom and the Celestial Realm continued to fester. After millennia, this culminated into a second war between the angels and the demons. This time, each side has one clear motivation: to eradicate the other once and for all.

The Armageddon has started- an ultimate fight between good and evil.

»-------(Lore II)------->

A Grim Excursion

(Takes place after Lore VII. Major characters: Raphael, Luke, and Solomon. ~1500 words)

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Caked earth crumbled beneath the feet of the three travelers, the soft cracking and crunching filling the silence of the dead air. Solomon put a hand above his eyes to shield them from the light as he gazed out to the horizon. There wasn't much to see. For miles across rolling hills, the earth was dried to a pale beige, covered in cracks and fissures. Heaps of ash and blackened stumps were all that remained of the tranquil forests, and the robin blue sky was now tinted a harsh, ominous yellow. "I hope Michael and Simeon are okay..." Luke uttered. The young child was clearly unsettled, his eyes seeming glued open wide. It was no doubt uncomfortable for the angel to see what had become of the Celestial Realm. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to bring a child along, but Luke was the only one with a powerful enough protective blessing to shield Solomon and Raphael from the blinding, burning light. The adult angel glanced back at Luke for a second, his dark blue eyes settling on the troubled boy. However, he didn't say anything. And he never slowed his pace. Raphael was silent, and facing forward again before long. "I'm sure they're fine." Solomon offered with a smile. "The Coalition has grown quite powerful. I'm sure they're being taken care of well." "But half the Coalition is demons." Luke pointed out, squirming and shuddering a bit at the thought. "I imagine Lucifer isn't letting them get too out of hand." Raphael stated, glancing back slightly without turning his head. Luke begrudgingly accepted this, and the three continued their trek. While the rest of the Equinox Coalition was making their plans in the Human World, Solomon, Luke and Raphael were on a mission in the Celestial Realm. Their goal? To find the Ring of Light. "According to my research, the Ring of Light might be worth a try." Solomon had said in a meeting with the other Coalition leaders. "Or, it would be." He frowned. "Unfortunately, as many of you know," the sorcerer glanced to Lucifer, "the Ring of Light was lost in the Great Celestial War." "Actually, it wasn't." Michael stepped forth from the corner of the bunker, the flame of his wings illuminating the roundtable as he grew closer. Most of the members instinctively flinched back as he did so, a fact that Michael elected not to comment on. "What do you mean, it wasn't?" Solomon asked. "Oh, right." Simeon spoke with a smile. "Michael, you have the Ring of Light, don't you?" "I do." Michael nodded as he took a step back. "Unfortunately, I left it in the Celestial Realm when I moved to the Human World for the war. It should be in my quarters in the Celestial Palace." The room's skeptical hope dissipated as Michael spoke, and each member looked to one another. A long moment of silence fell over the room. "Just how destroyed is the Celestial Realm, exactly?" Lucifer spoke up, looking at Michael. "If it's anything comparable to the Devildom, it probably isn't worth it." Satan remarked with a sigh. Lucifer shot Satan a harsh look, seeming to lean ever so slightly in towards Lord Diavolo. Lord Diavolo, like Michael, had distanced himself from the table, and he had spent most of the meeting in silent yet clearly visible discomfort from his worsening power-sickness. If Solomon's theory that the magic-neutralizing and magic-managing powers of the Ring of Light could treat power-sickness, Diavolo needed it, and quick. "Simeon..." Michael started. "Yes?" Simeon spoke, a nervous frown present on his scarred face as he turned to face Michael. "How is Luke doing?" A sigh of relief echoed through the room. "Michael, is this really the time to be asking about that?" Simeon asked, earning a subtle nod of agreement from Lucifer. "Last I checked, Luke was nearly untouched by the effects of the light." Michael pointed out. Simeon frowned deeply, his charred wings beginning to lift. "If you think I'll be alright with you sending Luke back up there alone, you are very mistaken." "No, no, let him continue." Raphael spoke, exchanging a glance with Michael. "The reason Luke was able to survive relatively unscathed was because of his nearly unprecedented protective abilities. This protection can be shared with others through blessings." Michael explained. "So, if Luke can shield others from the effects of the light using his blessing, we can potentially send a small team up to the Celestial Realm to procure the ring." Tension seemed to ease from the room as the members looked amongst each other. One question was clearly in everyone's minds: who would this team be? "We should likely keep the team as small as possible, to avoid putting too much strain on Luke." Simeon spoke, earning several nods of agreement. "I believe it goes without saying that Solomon would go, as it was his idea." Michael said. "In that case, at least one high-ranking angel should accompany him, as it is the Celestial Realm. Simeon and I need to stay here to manage and protect the Coalition, so Raphael, would you?" The gray-haired angel nodded. "Of course." And that was how the three ended up on a long journey through the Celestial Realm. Unfortunately, locating the Celestial Palace was proving difficult. The strong light created a sort of white fog that made it extremely difficult to see. With how barren their surroundings were, Luke was beginning to question whether the Celestial Palace was even still standing. Though, of course, he didn't dare say it out loud. Solomon put his hand up as a visor once more and peered into the distance. Finally, he saw the silhouette of a building. It wasn't the Celestial Palace; it wasn't tall enough, and it wasn't in the shape of the palace's spires. But it was something. It could serve as a useful landmark. "There's a building up ahead." Solomon informed the others. "Let's pick up the pace." Raphael responded, much to the short-legged Luke's chagrin. The group covered the ground rather quickly, and found themselves on the cobbled path of a small town. The buildings seemed, surprisingly, in good condition, albeit neglected. Any buildings made of wood had burned away with little trace, leaving only the fire-resistant buildings standing in opposition to the unforgiving realm. "Oh, I think I know where we are." Raphael spoke. "If we go north of here, we should be at the Celestial Palace within twenty minutes." A sigh of relief came in response. "You sound tired, Luke. Do you need me to carry you the rest of the way?" Solomon asked with a teasing smile. "Wha- no I don't! I'll be fine." "Alright," Solomon said skeptically. The light mood was quickly shattered by the sound of shifting rubble. Luke jumped back, and the two adults quickly turned their gaze to their left in the direction of the sound. "What was that?!" Luke asked. Solomon and Raphael looked to each other, nodded, and approached the sound. Solomon was the first to see. A stone roof lay across the ground, split off into pieces. It must have fallen after the wooden walls holding it up burned down. Under a rather large piece, an angel was pinned down. They were stuck from their waist down, laid across another piece of roof. They looked... barely alive. Their feathers had been scorched until only the bare skin of their wings remained, and their body was covered in burns. Whether the burns were from the oppressive heat alone or whatever fire burned the house down was uncertain. But, miraculously, they were breathing. They were breathing. Solomon could see their chest rising and falling. "They're alive!" Solomon exclaimed, voice full of wonder and surprise as he reached and pulled them out from under the rubble. He frowned deeply as the sound of ripping skin filled the air, and a muffled moan rung out. Solomon's eyes widened and he offered a weak, "sorry." As Solomon had dragged the angel out, this brought the body into the view of Luke, who was approaching after Solomon's exclamation. The boy gasped in horror as he laid his eyes on them. "Are they going to be okay?!" He demanded. They weren't. Solomon could tell when he brought the angel down and got a good look at their face. The flesh across the entire face seemed melted. Not just burnt; melted. It was nearly impossible to make out any features. Not because they didn't exist anymore, like with Michael, but because they were so swollen and distorted and fused together. This angel must have been trapped there, forced to stare up at the sun, for who knows how long. And considering they weren't able to escape to the Human World, they were likely a low-ranking angel. The low-ranking angels got it the worst. Raphael walked towards the body and knelt down. Without a word, he held onto their hand. Given how burnt it was, Solomon half expected the skin to slough off, but it didn't. There was hardly time to. Within an instant, the entire body was turned to a bright white silhouette, then vanished. Only ash was left in its place. Luke gasped. "Raphael, why did you do that?!" He screamed. Raphael still said nothing, only standing back up with a solemn look on his face. "RAPHAEL!" Luke yelled. Raphael still didn't acknowledge Luke, only turning to Solomon to say "let's keep goi-" "NO, Raphael! What did you do?! How could you just... WHY?! You just murd-" "Quiet!" Raphael snarled, face twisting into a vicious grimace as he clenched his shaking fists at his sides. Luke's eyes widened as he stumbled back. Raphael took a deep breath and once again told Solomon, "Let's keep going." The rest of the expedition was dead silent.