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Your POV

            You were more confused than terrified, to tell the truth. The man would come and go, ordering you to call the angels; make them fall into his little trap. Each time you would cock an eyebrow, smirk, and politely refuse. His patience was slowly slipping away with you, but you could literally care less.

“Do you believe me to be evil, (y/n)?” Your face remained blank, but your eyes held the furry of a hurricane. “…yes.”

“Why?” he looked genuinely confused, “I’m not evil,” he said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE BOIS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            “How could she just drop of the face of the earth?” Gabriel was mumbling to himself. “Really? Really, Gabriel? You are the expert on disappearing, why don’t you share a few pointers,” Balthazar ordered. Gabriel glared daggers at him, but didn’t say anything else.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I’M SORRY, FRIEND! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            You groaned as the man slowly drug his knife down your side. “I am NOT,” he began to yell, but quickly regained his composure “going to ask you again, (y/n.) Where are they hiding?” Sweat began to bead on your forehead, as blood slowly trickled down the cut.

            “Why,” you coughed, “Would they be hiding?” The man paced back in forth mumbling to himself, hands clasped behind his back. He quickly spun, and leaned forward. His nose nearly touching yours, he spoke with venom coating his words, “they should fear me.” Your face scrunched in confusion as he began to laugh. A crazy maniacal kind of laughter, filled with an unknown hatred.

            “They’ll pay for what they did,” he said, between bursts of laughter. “They should fear me.” You watched him walk away, grabbing something from of the table. “You really don’t remember me, (y/n)?” He slowly turned towards you, revealing an angel blade. “Well, I wouldn’t expect you to remember little old me.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BLAST FROM THE PAST~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            You were sitting with Lucifer in the shade, silently watching Balthazar argue with some lower ranked angel. It seemed more and more of them came to see God, but were met with dead ends.

            “Luci?”

            “Hmm?”

    “Who’s that with Balthazar?” Lucifer lazily glanced over at his brother. Squinting in the sun, he said “don’t know, don’t care.” You playfully hit him, “I’m bored! Let’s play!” Luci glanced at you, beginning to refuse, but who could say no to those puppy dog eyes?! “Fine,” he said finally. The stranger watched out of the corner of his eye, as Luci grabbed you around the waist, spread his wings, and took off.

~~~~~~~~~~~DID NOT JOG YOUR MEMORY MUCH~~~~~OH WELL~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            “Who are you?” you asked, watching him walk closer and closer. He gripped the blade, and whispered, “Just a lowly old fallen angel.” “Wai-“ You screamed as he dug the blade into your chest. You sat hunched over, gasping for breath.

~~~~~~I KNOW WHAT I WANT TO WRITE, I JUST DON’T KNOW HOW!~~~~~~~~~~~

            Each angel grew rigid, as your voice filled their ears. “I’m sorry.” I guess you expected to die, but you’re tougher than you think! Cas abruptly stood with worry written in his features. Balthazar and Gabriel started to track down your location. Lucifer, on the other hand, growled and disappeared.

Description

Your POV

            You were more confused than terrified, to tell the truth. The man would come and go, ordering you to call the angels; make them fall into his little trap. Each time you would cock an eyebrow, smirk, and politely refuse. His patience was slowly slipping away with you, but you could literally care less.

“Do you believe me to be evil, (y/n)?” Your face remained blank, but your eyes held the furry of a hurricane. “…yes.”

“Why?” he looked genuinely confused, “I’m not evil,” he said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE BOIS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            “How could she just drop of the face of the earth?” Gabriel was mumbling to himself. “Really? Really, Gabriel? You are the expert on disappearing, why don’t you share a few pointers,” Balthazar ordered. Gabriel glared daggers at him, but didn’t say anything else.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I’M SORRY, FRIEND! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            You groaned as the man slowly drug his knife down your side. “I am NOT,” he began to yell, but quickly regained his composure “going to ask you again, (y/n.) Where are they hiding?” Sweat began to bead on your forehead, as blood slowly trickled down the cut.

            “Why,” you coughed, “Would they be hiding?” The man paced back in forth mumbling to himself, hands clasped behind his back. He quickly spun, and leaned forward. His nose nearly touching yours, he spoke with venom coating his words, “they should fear me.” Your face scrunched in confusion as he began to laugh. A crazy maniacal kind of laughter, filled with an unknown hatred.

            “They’ll pay for what they did,” he said, between bursts of laughter. “They should fear me.” You watched him walk away, grabbing something from of the table. “You really don’t remember me, (y/n)?” He slowly turned towards you, revealing an angel blade. “Well, I wouldn’t expect you to remember little old me.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BLAST FROM THE PAST~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            You were sitting with Lucifer in the shade, silently watching Balthazar argue with some lower ranked angel. It seemed more and more of them came to see God, but were met with dead ends.

            “Luci?”

            “Hmm?”

    “Who’s that with Balthazar?” Lucifer lazily glanced over at his brother. Squinting in the sun, he said “don’t know, don’t care.” You playfully hit him, “I’m bored! Let’s play!” Luci glanced at you, beginning to refuse, but who could say no to those puppy dog eyes?! “Fine,” he said finally. The stranger watched out of the corner of his eye, as Luci grabbed you around the waist, spread his wings, and took off.

~~~~~~~~~~~DID NOT JOG YOUR MEMORY MUCH~~~~~OH WELL~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            “Who are you?” you asked, watching him walk closer and closer. He gripped the blade, and whispered, “Just a lowly old fallen angel.” “Wai-“ You screamed as he dug the blade into your chest. You sat hunched over, gasping for breath.

~~~~~~I KNOW WHAT I WANT TO WRITE, I JUST DON’T KNOW HOW!~~~~~~~~~~~

            Each angel grew rigid, as your voice filled their ears. “I’m sorry.” I guess you expected to die, but you’re tougher than you think! Cas abruptly stood with worry written in his features. Balthazar and Gabriel started to track down your location. Lucifer, on the other hand, growled and disappeared.