Week 2 - dreamshare catchall with Sandalphon

[fragileprophet]

[The week is filled with dreams.]

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1/2 i give up

[melancoffeea]

[The sky is blue and bright . . . and yet so dull. Where you once marveled at the sight of its majestic vastness, you now smile sardonically as you pull your hood over your eyes. You may be free, but this realm of bountiful islands suspended in the skies has no place for you.

You’ll burn it down, you decide. And upon the ashes, you will create a heavenly realm of your own. For that, you’ll need power—and an archangel’s power lies in his wings.

You steal the wings of the archangels who preside over the elements, disrupting the balance of nature and sinking islands across the skydoms. The archangel of fire, Michael, dares to mention the supreme primarch during your ambush, so you kick her while she’s down to shut her up; the mud and blood that cake her face give you a twisted sense of delight, but you don’t linger there for long. Your sights are set higher than she can see.

Earth, wind, and fire. You miss your chance to steal the power of water, but you’ve accumulated enough power to rival that of a god—to overpower Lucifer, if you so choose.

So why has he not descended to confront you yet?

Then everything goes wrong. The archangels enlist the aid of mortals and other primal beasts to weaken you, and the raging battle that follows ends in your inexplicable defeat. Drained of your stamina and energy, you plummet onto the nearest island. The wings you’ve stolen return to their rightful owners, and you are weak again. You find yourself at the mercy of the archangels, who declare that your judgment shall be writ by none other than the supreme primarch.

The next series of moments is a blur. You feign remorse, then shove the young captain of the crew—little more than a child, even by human standards—off the cape of the island as a sacrifice to break the seal on Pandemonium and release the primals hungering for violent justice. Raphael, the archangel of wind, restrains you with a look of disapproval amid your deranged laughter. He asks why you drag this out. You answer that you want the world that doesn’t need you to burn. Gabriel, the archangel of water, is disgusted by your infantile raving, but you don’t care. You’re simply here to watch everything that Lucifer loves, die.

But somehow, the mortal survives, and the seal on Pandemonium remains. A cold fear grips you.

In a ray of light, Lucifer appears from above. Your heart pounds when he speaks, only for the old wounds in your heart to flare up upon learning that he was responsible for holding the seal intact. All this time, he knew what you were scheming and chose to ignore you; you weren’t worth the confrontation.

No matter what you do, he won’t look your way.

You lash out. All you ever wanted was just one person to tell you that you matter, you say in a shaky voice. The rest of the world can hate you, and you’d still be happy. But such a person doesn’t exist. No one will acknowledge a deplorable wretch like you, who only knows how to destroy everything that's good.

When Lucifer responds to your tirade, he does so with a pinch in his brow. He asks your forgiveness for not noticing your feelings earlier.

“Your purehearted words would always instill me with such tranquility,” he adds, referring to the taboo past between the two of you, and your heart stops. You're more afraid now than you've ever been in your long, pointless existence.

You tell him that you don’t believe his lies, that it’s too late to make amends. Despite your strong words, desperation creeps into your voice as you shout yourself hoarse: “Hate me! Destroy me! Punish me! If you forgive me, then my last 2000 years will have been . . . ”

For nothing. All your feelings, your time in imprisonment—senseless, like everything about you.

Lucifer cuts you off, claiming partial responsibility for your rampage. He beckons for you and you gasp his name when you feel yourself being undone. You're powerless to resist his judgment, even though there are so many things you wish to say.

In an instant, your body disperses into tiny particles of light. Your consciousness is fragmented, then lulled into a deep slumber as you’re brought back into Lucifer’s core. It ends before you realize what's happened. Just like that, you cease to exist.

It’s over.]