A Little Teaser For Yall

You know, I really wonder how Beelzebub is going to manage in this AU. Like, he’s going to be constantly starving, and we all know how violent he gets when he’s too hungry.

We’ve got a wonderful edit from @kitto-katsuu​! I’ll be adding it as a visual to Simeon’s character file.

Thank you so much! 

Okay I wanted to talk about this, not in the context of my AU for once but just because I as admin of this account am really fascinated by Michael.

I agree with both these people; I don’t view Michael as evil.

I think a lot of people who view Michael as evil just haven’t put much thought into the logistics of the Great Celestial War. Which, is understandable. The story we’re told is that he cast his own brothers out of the Celestial Realm for daring to defend their sister Lilith whose only crime was killing a human. It obviously paints in him a bad light.

…but you have to remember, you’re only hearing the brothers’ side of the story here. If you really think about the war and its implications, things become a lot more complicated, a lot less black-and-white.

The most glaring of these things I want to get out there is: If Father was willing to kill Lilith simply for saving the life of a human, what do you think he would have done to the brothers as punishment for rebelling against him? The answer is: probably not pretty. It would not have been a quick or pleasant death for any of them. And if he was willing to kill Lilith for FAR less, I’m certain he would have killed Lucifer and his brothers too. And they might not even have to wait to be taken to Father to be executed; they could have died in the heat of battle. It’s heavily implied that Lilith’s death was due to her wounds from battle rather than her fall, so obviously the battle was as nasty as the wars we know in our world.

But of course, that was only IF the brothers lost. Theoretically, if they won the war, they wouldn’t have been executed. But really, what are the chances of them winning? Yes, I understand that all of them- especially Lucifer- were EXTREMELY powerful angels. But Father is implied to be God himself. It isn’t easy to take down a god. We may not know much about Father’s specific powers, but based on what we’ve heard about him, and what we’ve heard about his Devildom equivalents, he seems to be an extremely powerful individual who would be almost impossible to take down.

Case in point, if Father was that powerful, then if he were overthrown, imagine how much that would have upset the order of the Celestial Realm and the balance of the three realms. It’s revealed in the chat “Helldown Day 1″ and in The Ring plotline of season 3 that the balance of the three world’s magic is a very fragile, and very important, thing. If the Celestial Realm suddenly lost their main source of power, it could be disastrous. Not to mention leave a massive political power vacuum, and leave the Celestial Realm open to attacks from the other two realms. We don’t really know how far Lucifer and his brothers were willing to take the rebellion, but if they were willing to take it to the extreme of incapacitating and/or killing Father, that likely would have created disastrous consequences whether Father were a good person or not.

There’s also the fact that, in general, wars have casualties. Look at the Lilith example used above; if she was mortally wounded like that, I can only imagine countless angels were wounded or killed by the brothers in the midst of battle.

These circumstances would have all surrounded Michael for the duration of war. He’s watching his twin brother Lucifer march to near certain death. He’s leading his brothers to what could very well be their execution. And he not only has to worry about the fate of Lucifer and his brothers, but also the other angels of the Celestial Realm who were likely being injured or killed by the brothers in battle. He was watching the imminent doom of the people he loved, on ALL sides.

This is why I think Michael made his decision to cast the brothers down: to stop the war. To protect them. To end the bloodshed.

The brothers were not safe in the Celestial Realm. They would have likely died in battle or died at the hands of Father after the war ended. I think Michael wanted to save them from this fate. And the only way he could think of at the time was to cast them out of the Celestial Realm’s reach, down to the Devildom. And in doing this, not only would Lucifer and his siblings have the best chance of survival, but the constant bloodshed of everyone Michael loved fighting each other to the death would cease.

Michael’s decision was far from perfect, and clearly caused IMMENSE trauma for the brothers that is completely valid and won’t go away no matter what the intentions behind it were. They have every right to be angry with him. But I don’t think Michael is a bad person. I don’t think Michael cast down the brothers as a punishment, or even out of anger. I think it came from a place of desperation. I think he did it because he thought it was the best he could do for them at the time. 

I honestly don’t like the people in the fandom who portrays Michael as a bad or evil person but I really did love how you portrayed him !!!

Thank you 🥰 I don't see Michael as evil. The man has good intentions and his actions are done through what he sees is best for either humanity or the celestial realm. He is an angel and is described in canon to be kind and compassionate.

However, just because he has good intentions, doesn't mean they'll be read as such by others. That was the case in You Called?

I might have a few more fics up my sleeve if i can build up the motivation to write 

I would unironically LOVE to be spammed, give me attention my mentally ill ass needs validation

I don't understand the concept of hating "like spamming" or "reblog spamming". As someone with ADHD and hyperfocus, if you go onto my blog and get lost in the sauce enough to practically reblog the last 5 days worth of stuff I reblogged then good on you my dude my friend my bean, please keep it up I'm glad you like it have a cookie fam, you deserve it cause we have the same taste and I feel like my blog is a public library of stuff I find entertaining so enjoy the browse.

Thank you for following me 😁❤

And your AU looks interesting 👀👀

You’re very much welcome! 😁 You seem cool.

I’m so glad you find this interesting; thank you so much! There’s more on the way so stay tuned 😊 and feel free to involve yourself if you feel so inclined!

Lyrics that fit the AU Characters

So, as many of you probably already know, there’s a specific song that inspired this AU, and I figured I’d match some of the lyrics up to characters.

“The dark side of light,

I gave you devotion

My blood and my life.”

-Lucifer

“I trusted your stars

they were once my guide

but now they are falling,

along with the sun.”

-Belphegor

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“Breaker of day, I gave you

My sword, my heart and my faith.

But now the sky is burning

And I scream and wonder

When did your fire become so cold?”

-Raphael

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“Cold winds

Will come like a storm

Destroying everything,”

-Diavolo

“Everyone we love.”

-Mephistopheles

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“What’s worth fighting for,

The reason to win,

Our land, our home, the air we breathe!”

-The Coalition

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“What lives beneath the sun

Is written in the stars!

Why can’t you understand?!”

-Michael & Lucifer

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“One by one

We’ll fight

Side by side

We’ll fight!

Together!”

-Simeon

An Unexpected Visit

(Takes place between Lore VI and Lore VII. Major characters: Solomon and Thirteen. ~1200 words)

MICHAEL

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Solomon: [Michael?]

Solomon: [Michael?]

Solomon: [Michael?]

Solomon: [Michael?]

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It had been one hundred and eight days exactly since Solomon had sent his first mildly-panicked message to Michael. Exactly one hundred and eight days that Michael had ignored him. No, not ignored him. The messages didn’t show up as “read” like they had with Raphael. It had been at least one hundred and eight days of Michael not checking his messages.

No one else was responding to messages anymore, either. Solomon had tried reaching out to Simeon and Raphael again, only to be met with silence. He’d tried contacting Asmodeus, who he’d been sure would have called him immediately to explain everything, eager to talk to him again... only to be met with silence. Day in and day out, Solomon had been surrounded with silence.

Today was no exception. Once again, Solomon got no response.

Solomon sat at his desk, his drooping, tired head held up only by the hand obscuring half his face.

What is going on?

The words rattled in his head like an obsessive chant, holding him together just as much as they were destroying him. It was all he could think about anymore. It was shattering his brain and holding it together with weak glue.

It had started out with the power of the realms. Solomon had detected major disturbances in the power balance, disturbances that continued to fluctuate over the days. One day, it was the Devildom being more powerful than the Celestial Realm and throwing off the balance; the next day, it would be the Celestial Realm. At that point, Solomon had been worried, but not concerned.

He got concerned when the power jumped a tenfold. Then twenty-fold. Soon, thirty-fold. Before long, Solomon had to ask whether it was possible for either realm to sustain these power levels safely, even if they were in balance with each other.

The answer was no.

Every bit of research Solomon had done pointed to the obvious. The power levels he observed were not safe nor sustainable. Either his power estimates were innacurate- and his magical intuition had never been wrong in his two-thousand-year life- or something was very, very wrong.

Books littered the floor, pages dog-eared and spines cracked from books held open by the floor. Papers were strewn everywhere, a vast sea of white and aged beige leaving hardly a crack of wooden tile left. Sections of floor that were exposed bore large footprints, worn into the wood by countless hours of pacing.

None of it had gotten him anywhere. Well, nowhere useful. All of it gave him more and more reason to be concerned.

The sorcerer dug his nails into his face.

What now?

Crash.

The sound of shattering glass rang through the air.

Solomon froze up, considering the possibilities. Was it an aggressor? Was it some angel or demon, finally ready to give answers? Or some human looter taking advantage of the chaos?

It wasn’t long before a familiar voice rang through the hall.

“Solomon!” It was Thirteen. And she sounded none too happy.

Despite her angry tone, the sorcerer breathed a sigh of relief. If Thirteen was here for another game on his soul, perhaps he could get some sense of normalcy, even for a second. Maybe seeing Thirteen’s indignant pout of defeat could cheer him up, even just slightly.

“I’m in here.” He called out, standing up from his desk, pushing out his chair and turning to face the door.

Fast, light footsteps pattered down the hall, followed by the whoosh of sliding paper.

“Wha- AAAH!”

Thunk.

The reaper was sprawled out on her stomach on the floor, having slid on Solomon’s carpet of research papers. The wind was knocked out of her for a moment before she vigorously pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, and then to her feet.

“Hey!” She yelled, lunging herself forward a few steps in his direction. “What was that about?! Setting traps is my-” She paused, her green, lizardlike eyes widening as her head tilted slightly to the side. “You don’t look so good.”

She wasn’t wrong. The sorcerer’s eyes were sunken and weary, drooping into dark circles from countless sleepless nights. He’d lost weight- he’d forgotten to eat a fair few times while studying. The absolute mess that was his workspace certainly didn’t help.

“I guess not.” Solomon said with a frown, stepping away from his desk.

“Uh, anyway...” Thirteen said with an awkward blink, before her tone hardened once more. “I came here to ask you what the hell is going on.”

“If this is about what I think it’s about, I wish I knew.” The sorcerer said soberly, casting his eyes across the books and papers scattered around the room.

“All my candles are burning super fast now.” Thirteen said. “It’s insane. Usually they burn at a steady pace, but now I have candles that were nearly full the other day rapidly burning below halfway! The death rates have been ridiculous! Do you understand how hard it is to be a reaper, even when conditions are normal? Trying to keep up with all of this is so aggravating! What’s going on?! Is this some prank?!”

For a moment, Solomon just looked at her with wide eyes. Then, with a soft sigh, he lowered his head into his hand. The only thing the wise sorcerer could utter was, “Fuck.”

“What the hell kind of answer is that?! Tell me what’s going on, now!” Thirteen stepped toward him.

Solomon shook his head grimly, taking a step back and looking back up at Thirteen. “Something is seriously wrong with the power balance between the realms, and both the Celestial Realm and the Devildom appear to be launching attacks on the Human World.” He explained.

“Okay, the attacks explain the deaths. But what about the candles burning so weirdly? Usually, I’d know far in advance if something like this was going to happen!”

“Magic is woven so deeply into the three realms that any disruption of it can prove dangerous. With the magic of two of the three realms severely skewed, it’s likely they’re suffering immense consequences. With how high the Celestial Realm and the Devildom’s power are right now, I’m surprised either realm is even habitable; no being should be able to withstand that much power asides from God and the Demon King themselves. This power boost only started a few months ago and very likely wasn’t meant to happen, so it has severely interrupted the lifespans of angels and demons alike.”

Thirteen’s eyes widened.

“Now that I think about it, it was getting quite cold in my cave. I couldn’t help but feel something was off” She frowned. “I guess my cave was somewhat sheltered, and I hadn’t left it at all the past few months until I teleported to the human world to come get you.”

“I have to say, I’m flattered you came to me first.” Solomon said with a smile that immediately earned him a nasty glare from Thirteen.

“It’s not like that!” She protested. She took a deep breath and composed herself, “It’s just… you’re the most powerful sorcerer around, right? I figured that if this wasn’t just some prank by you to make my job harder, then you’d at the very least be knowledgeable enough to help.”

“Unfortunately, you may be disappointed.” Solomon replied with a bitter smile. “I’ve been researching this every since the first signs, and I haven’t made much progress. Everything I’ve read points to bad signs, and it doesn’t help that I can’t get any information out of anyone.”

Thirteen scoffed. “Well, you’d better find something soon, sorcerer.”

“Say, Thirteen...” Solomon cracked a smile. “How would you like to work together on this?”

Thirteen’s eyes widened, and for a long moment, she was silent. Eventually, she let out a soft sigh and stepped toward him.

“Fine.”

Character File: Luke

Out of all the major angel characters, Luke is the least scathed. His protective magic shielded him from the worst of the Celestial Realm’s power, leaving him with only skin-deep injuries. He has mild scarring on his face, arms and legs from sunburn, but his eyes were spared any real damage, leaving him one of the only angels left with fully functional vision.

As such, Luke views it as his responsibility to help his fellow angels who have lost their sight. He overexerts himself trying to be the eyes of others, attempting to make up for his guilt- maybe if he’d thought to put one of his protective blessings on his friends, they would have been spared.

Though Luke wants to do everything he can to help the angels around him, Simeon sees Luke’s sight as a danger. If Father were to find out Luke could still see, Luke would be sent into war. It wouldn’t matter that he was only a child; Father had no qualms about throwing a ten-year-old into the bloodbath of war. As such, while they were still in the Celestial Realm, Simeon made Luke hide the fact that he could still see by making him wear a blindfold in public at all times- much to Luke’s indignance. The two frequently got into arguments over this.

However, Simeon later lightened up on this rule, after he was drafted to go fight the war in the Human World. By this point, the Celestial Realm had become so horrifically marred by its own power that even Luke was beginning to suffer the effects, and Simeon ultimately decided that Luke would be safer in the Human World than in the Celestial Realm. As such, he smuggled Luke into the Human World when he was sent down to battle. After this, Luke resides in the military camp with Simeon, where he helps the soldiers with tasks that require his vision. Due to not being an official soldier, Luke is not burdened with the dirty work that the other angels are. He does not go into battle or carry out war-related missions. This is, once again, by Simeon’s order. Whereas the two used to argue over the blindfold, now they argue over whether Luke can charge into battle with his comrades.

Most all the angels in the military camp are aware of Luke’s sight by now, but it’s extremely taboo. Everyone knows, but no one dares speak of it. They accept his help and say nothing of it. None of them want to say anything that would incriminate themselves if Father found out about the secret that was kept from him. And, quite frankly, all of them were too uncomfortable with breaking the rules in such a way to even want to acknowledge it.

If this were pre-war, most of these angels would have definitely ratted Luke and Simeon out to Father, but by now most of the angels are at a similar point to Simeon. They’re beginning to lose their faith in Father after seeing the destruction of their homeland, and some have even stopped caring overall, knowing deep down that none of them would survive no matter how well they followed the rules. Even Raphael is at a point where he’s beginning to doubt Father, so at Michael’s request he let the situation with Luke slide and turned his cheek. Luke’s help was also very useful to them because he could see, so they didn’t want to lose that resource. Overall, everyone had reasons to be quiet, and Luke’s position became one of many uncomfortable, unspoken truths across the camp.

As the exchange program does not exist in this AU, Luke has never met demons asides from some hostile encounters here and there.

Luke has not spoken with Michael in quite a while, as Michael has isolated himself for reasons that will be delved into in his character file. I’ll leave it up to speculation whether Luke knows why, and how he feels about it.

I guess this event confirms that Raphael does actually like Solomon’s cooking and isn’t just planning to use it as a murder weapon or smth