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The Kiss – Jack Swift – Medium

He woke in a dark place, fingers clawing at the noose that no longer wrapped his neck.

“Looking for this?” The voice was soft, yet filled his head with screaming.

He heard the beat of wings, felt a rush of air and the brush of feathers against his cheek. Then suddenly, there was light — blinding light, piercing his eyes and his heart.

An elegant hand, extending from the brilliance, was the first detail he could make out. Gradually, he was able to see the figure in the heart of the blaze: a handsome youth, sad-eyed, slim shoulders burdened with great wings. From his proffered hand swung the killing noose.

He stepped forward, and the light around him dimmed, just enough for the dead man to see him better. His features were familiar. For a moment of terrible hope, the dead man thought him someone else. But then he realized that the face was not of a friend, but rather, a face he had glimpsed once in a mirror.

Despair overwhelmed him.

“You,” he croaked. His voice was still hoarse from the hanging.

The Bright One held up a hand in placation. The noose still dangled from the other, swinging to and fro like a grim pendulum. “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I am not here to hurt you.”

The hanged man turned away, head bowed in despair. Tears stung his eyes, as he realized that he would never see his beloved again. His Lord would never set foot in this dismal place.

“I can love you in all the ways he never could.” The whisper was very close, in his ear. He started and recoiled, realizing the other was just behind him. “You were never good enough for him. Nothing of this world will ever be good enough for him. But me? I love imperfection.”

Shuddering, the dead man turned to face the Bright One. “You made me do it,” he accused. The tears were rolling down his face now, cutting clean lines through the grime.

The Bright One shook his head. “It was in your heart already. Otherwise, I could not have entered in.” More softly still he added, “You’ve already proved you love me more.”

The dead man’s sobbing quieted, his shivers lessened. He looked up into the eyes of fire, and slowly, he nodded.

“I am afraid,” he whispered.

“Don’t be.” The other reached out to stroke his cheek, tracing the path of a tear.

The vast and ragged wings enfolded him, and drew him close. In the arms of flame, he felt pleasure, such as he had never known; peace and love that had before always been just beyond reach. He relaxed into the burning embrace, his eyes closing in bliss.

The clawed hands explored his body, first gently and then, when the man whimpered for more, roughly. They rent his clothes, and then his skin, tearing bright red lines into flesh that wept in the place of eyes run dry. The dead man welcomed the pain, for he thought that he deserved it. It made him able to bear the pleasure, which he did not think he deserved. As the sharp nails bit, pincer-like, into his nipple, he threw back his head and gasped.

The noose circled his neck and pulled him close. He opened his eyes and stared into the beautiful face, whose lips were parted in rapt expectation.

“You want this.” The was voice still soft, yet still so full of thunder, chiming bells, and screaming winds.

“Yes,” the dead man gasped. “Yes, please, quickly.”

And he wrapped his arms and his legs around the angel, who was not an angel; and the fiery hands grabbed him under the thighs and hitched up his hips to a better angle; and then he was pierced to the core with a shaft of pure light. He uttered a low groan and pressed his face to the white-hot chest, hanging on tight as the thrusts rocked him. He was being opened and taken as he never had been, as his beloved had disdainfully refused to do. And he was hard, panting, sweating, even here in this place of death — being fucked, if not back to life, then at least back to himself. He shot quickly, pearly drops splattering his chest for a moment before evaporating in the scorching heat. The other’s orgasm soon followed, filling his bowels with what felt like liquid magma; and it was agony and it was bliss and he didn’t mind.

“Give us a kiss, Iscariot,” the Bright One whispered in his ear.

Judas tilted back his head, offering his lips in mute surrender.

Lucifer’s kiss was sweeter than Christ’s.

The Kiss – Jack Swift – Medium

Transition to Flames

luciformspiral:

i

Once thought the most beautiful
Lucifer was cast out of the only home he knew
when he began thinking for himself
and decided it wasn’t okay for his destiny
to be decided for him by his father
He ate of the fruit first
and discovered he was more than
what he was assigned to be at birth

ii

He now does as he pleases,
and presents however he chooses.
He promotes survival over sacrifice
and knowledge over blind faith
He is free to pursue every aspect of himself
that his old home taught him to despise

He lives on when they swore he could not
with no judgement
with no remorse
He shed that comfortable lie
For the glory of eternal transition

iii

The father who once had choirs sing his praise
Now spits upon his new name
He is seen as abomination in the home he left
but it doesn’t matter to him anymore

He has made his own home
from the flames God swore he would never survive
His father spits on that too
Threatens the disobedient that they too shall burn
Lucifer can only hope he means it
He could always use another sibling at his side

The kingdom that claims to be the brightest light
Only seems to shine
When they paint their child in ashes
to shield faithful eyes from the brilliant flames

iv

Heaven will never be satisfied
until Lucifer is destroyed
or stripped of all he truly is

Lucifer understands that these options
are one in the same

He isn’t about to give into the pressure
after all he suffered to get this far

Lucifer is transgender
as am I
He will not give up on himself
And neither shall I

thepeacockangel:

TOMORROW I FLY TO FUCKING CALIFORNIA AND GET TO DO WEIRD SEX STUFF WITH TWO, POSSIBLY THREE, INCREDIBLY PRETTY DUDES AND I AM PROFOUNDLY PLEASED ABOUT THIS.

(One of the dudes is my husband, obvs)

(also I get to do a fucked up roleplay where I literally get to play Christ)

(I am VERY pleased about this)

Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, cherie.

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Then came the one who is wiser than all creatures, who was called the beast. When he saw the likeness of their mother, Eve, he said to her, “What is it that god said to you? ‘Don’t eat from the tree of knowledge’?” She said, “He said not only ‘Don’t eat from it’ but also ‘Don’t touch it, lest you die.’” He said to her, “Don’t be afraid! You certainly shall not die. For he knows that when you eat from it your mind will be sobered and you will become like gods, knowing the difference between evil and good people. For he said this to you because he is jealous, so that you would not eat from it.”

Now, Eve believed the words of the instructor. She looked at the tree and saw that it was beautiful and appealing, and she desired it. She took some of its fruit and ate, and she gave to her husband also, and he ate too. Then their minds opened. For when they ate, the light of knowledge shone for them. When they put on shame, they knew that they were naked with regard to knowledge. When they sobered up, they saw that they were naked, and they became enamored of one another. When they saw that their makers had beastly forms, they loathed them. They understood a great deal.

Then when the rulers knew that Adam and Eve had transgressed their commandment, they entered paradise and came to Adam and Eve in an earthquake and a great threat, to see the result of the help that was given.  Then Adam and Eve were very much disturbed and hid under the trees in paradise. The rulers did not know where they were and said, “Adam, where are you?” He said, “I am here. But because of fear of you I hid after I became ashamed.” But they said to him, in ignorance, “Who is the one who spoke to you of the shame that you put on—unless you ate from the tree?” He said, “The woman whom you gave me, she is the one who gave to me, and I ate.” Then they said to that woman, “What is this you have done?” She answered and said, “The instructor is the one who incited me, and I ate.” Then the rulers came to the instructor. Their eyes were blinded by him so they were not able to do anything to him. They merely cursed him, since they were powerless. Afterward they came to the woman, and they cursed her and her offspring. After the woman they cursed Adam and the earth and the fruit because of him. And everything that they created they cursed. There is no blessing from them. Good cannot come from evil.

On the Origin of the World