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lucifer’s waltz [2]

↳ au. Michael is Jack's twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.

pairing: Michael x twin!brother!Jack

rating: PG13

inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikl-QYQ252Q

tags: @michaellangdonhasbecomemylife @lovelykhaleesiii@jackklinelovesstarwars @supernaturalimagine @michaellangdon@codyfernsource @codyahsfern @codysqueen

author’s note: in no way, shape, or form do I sympathize with Kim Jong Un and Jong-il’s way of thinking and methods, I’m just using them as part of the dialogue in this story.

Jack looks around, the loud, piercing screeches of the polydemons going ‘round and ‘round him, human screams joining the mix as the creatures began eating the flesh off their bones. Michael was inside the barn, simply enjoying the sounds of the screams, and knew that this was humanity’s damnation. They brought it upon themselves. All they did was rape, murder, lie, hustle, and sell their own bodies for the sake of either pleasure, drugs, money, or just because they were sold into it. 

“Don’t be afraid,” Jack clambers back in the car, pushing torn pieces of a bloodied shirt - which he found on the ground outside - to the other three. “Cover your mouths and noses. Do not freeze when we go outside.”

“I never freeze.”

“C’mon, Dean, stop copying Black Panther’s lines for God’s sake,” Sam sighs, tying the cloth around his nose. His older brother glares at him before doing the same, Castiel and Jack already standing outside, waiting for their friends. The Archangel blade held at ready in Castiel’s hand, he takes the lead, Sam, Dean, and Jack holding guns with a bullet ready in the chamber. It won’t do much as they haven’t figured out a spell to create Archangel bullets yet, but it would slow Michael down. 

Castiel slides open the wooden door, making all four hunters see that Michael was standing with his back to them, hands clasped behind him, clear blue eyes watching the outside world through the small window. Castiel put up his hand that held the blade, taking a step towards the Antichrist when the blonde male calls out, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? This rotten world turning into its true nature. One poisoned with men’s jealousy, rage, suspicion. I simply just sped up its process. You think that this is my doing? No, this is Mankind’s own doing, but you’re all too blind to see it.” He turns around, blood spotted across his face. “And you’re the worst of them all. Even worse than Kim Jong Un and Kim Jong-il. You both caused apocalypses to happen and yet you think you both are saviors? You’re just pathetic, weak men.”

“I don’t think I’m a savior, but I also do not think I am pathetic and weak!” Dean sarcastically says to him. “Reverse the ending of the world.”

“Or you’ll what?”

“Let’s just say that you will see your father again.”

“Really? I’ve always wanted to meet him.”

“Where’s our mom?”

Michael clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Ah, you boys and your mother. I never was close to Kelly, never. Not even when I was in the womb. You think that it was Jack who killed Kelly? That was all me. I was planning to actually kill her and have her die with you still inside her (so you could never escape), but you just had to come out. So, instead of taking all the blame, I just put my memory of killing Kelly inside your brain so I could just watch the guilt eat you. And let me say, it has been entertaining. And to answer your question, she’s right over. . .” he drags out the r, waiting for something.

Mary’s mangled body drops from the ceiling, now a corpse decaying into nothingness. “There.”

Dean yanks the blade out of Castiel’s hand and throws it with accuracy at Michael, and they all watch as it lands a few inches from his heart. He drops to the ground, blood pouring over the black silk of his suit, staining it a deep burgundy. His eyes flash black and orange for a moment before twinkling out, and the four continue watching as he died.

And came back to life.

His blood seeped back into his open wounds, the blade flew away from his chest and landed somewhere in the barn, and his eyes opened again. He stands up with grace, wiping the dirt off the silk.

“I was always going to win.”

He looks at his shoes, drawing a small pentagram on the dirt that still had Mary’s blood soaked into it. Then he looks back up, eyes black and lips in a wide smile. “Ave Satanas.”

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note: this is in no way saying that this is exactly how the bts members are like. i am just doing this for fun and am basing it off their personalities or their looks/hobbies. i got these off of aesthetics.fandom.com, so if you’d like a more in-depth look into it, then i’d suggest you go there. 

filters used (in order):

- moonlight sea ; mirufiltrs (instagram) (header)

- trust issues ; thelastpendragon (pinterest) (namjoon)

- brownie ; pitlarrs (instagram) (jin)

- pillow ; pitlarrs (instagram) (yoongi)

- bloom ; polarrfilterse (instagram) (hoseok)

- white dove ; unknown (instagram) (jimin)

- milky coffee ; unknown (pinterest) (taehyung)

- daenerys ; txrgaryensss (instagram - gifted) (jungkook)

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍 ━ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒂

𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣: 2010s

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙨: books, darkness, history, mystery, old buildings.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨: earth tones; browns, bieges, etc.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙨: culture, curiosity, existentialism, learning, wisdom.

𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖: the secret society, dead poets society, kill your darlings, peaky blinders, penny dreadful, hannibal, the alienist, etc.

𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙨: writing letters to past selves, future lovers, or to no one; learn a new language, dead or alive; press flowers in journals only written in black ink; aged books from thrift stores; always looking for new knowledge. (@myfairesttreasure’s words).

𝐉𝐈𝐍 ━ 𝒍𝒐-𝒇𝒊

𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣: 1990s

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙨: nostalgia, good vibes, relaxation.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨: pastels.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙨: n/a.

𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖: 1990s animes, llusion, etc.

𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙨: n/a.

𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈 ━  𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣: n/a.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙨: cityscapes, graffiti, concrete architecture, alleyways, skyscrapers, streets.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨: neutrals; gray, black, beige; sometimes contrasted with bright paint colors.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙨: youthful and rebellious spirit.

𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖: n/a.

𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙨: n/a. 

𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊 ━  𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣: 2010s

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙨:  funky/80s retro fashion.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨: bright colors, pastels.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙨: happiness, energy, playfulness.

𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖: j-hope.

𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙨: bracelet making, listening to music.

𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍 ━ 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣: n/a.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙨: old/rustic things, wire-rimmed glasses, bows and ribbons, lace and sheer fabrics, dresses, glittery makeup, slippers, etc.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨: pastel yellow/ppink/blue, pale green, shimmer, cream white.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙨:  animals and forest creatures, gardens and plantlife, shiny objects and mischief, love for wild animals.

𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖: n/a.

𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙨: going for long walks, picking wild berries, pressing flowers, gardening, sewing, etc.

𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 ━ 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒂

𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣: 2010s (?)

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙨: scholarly, old books, long corridors, fields of grass surrounded by woods, the hills, arts, classics.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨: beige, cream, off-white, white, plaid, dim shades.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙨: positivity, academics, classics, poetry/literature.

𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖: classical music, classical guitar, edith piaf, lana del rey, hozier, etc.

𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙨: drinking coffee/going to coffee houses, going to art museums, reading, discussing literature with friends, playing guitar, etc.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 ━ 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣: early 2010s.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙨: pastel colors, gloss, delicate clothes, minimalist jewelry, soft makeup.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨: pink, blue, lilac, white.

𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙨: sweet personality, innocent, childlike.

𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖: conan gray, girl in red, sales, sofia mills, etc.

𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙨: n/a.

lucifer’s waltz

↳ au. Michael is Jack's twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.

pairing: Michael x twin!brother!Jack

rating: PG13

inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikl-QYQ252Q

tags: @michaellangdonhasbecomemylife @lovelykhaleesiii @jackklinelovesstarwars @supernaturalimagine @michaellangdon @codyfernsource @codyahsfern @codysqueen

read part 2 here! DM me if you want to be tagged in future chapters!

Sam, Dean, Jack, and Castiel were cramped inside the Impala, in search for Michael, the older twin brother of Jack. The Nephilim was causing all kinds of havoc across the world, even managing to escape “angel radar” as Dean put it. It seemed as if Jack was the embodiment of Kelly in all ways (minus when he loses control of his powers) while Michael was the embodiment of Lucifer, always calculating everyone’s moves and having motives that he was planning to carry out. 

Jack and Michael’s thoughts were interlinked, meaning that if Jack thought something, Michael would be able to hear it. Though, lately, it has been dead quiet, with the last message being, “Watch this world rot in Hell for eternity, brother.”

When Jack told this to the other three (Mary was still on a long hunt), and they all dropped their plans, gathering everything they needed to kill a Nephilim. Mary had called her boys, and all they heard were her cries as Michael tortured her for his pleasure. They heard his masochistic laughs in the background, and for Mary, her cries were mostly from fear as Michael showed her the face many have come to recognize as the White Demon. 

The face, one with three upside-down crosses scarred onto the forehead, eyes the color of the darkest onyx, skin as white as snow, with dark veins coming down the eyes, brought fear among all things, even more terrifying that Lucifer’s true face. This was the face of pure, true-born, unadulterated evil. 

Dean’s car was pushed to its limit, the speedometer telling Dean he was going 40 miles over the speed limit, but, luckily, it was a back road behind a farming town. Michael was already influencing the beginning of the end, they all noticed, as corn along the edges of the field slowly turned black and died. Horses tipped over as their muscles withered away, leaving behind a fresh carcass that looked like it was already 5 months into decaying. Michael was stronger than they thought. Perhaps even stronger than Jack and Castiel.

They reached the crossroad where it would lead them to the Antichrist’s location, but it was still over an hour away. As Jack’s grace was stolen by Lucifer, he couldn’t teleport there, and that’s what sucked the most: a Nephilim was the biggest threat to another Nephilim. 

The hour has passed already, and they were nearing Michael’s location. They had passed through roads littered with dead bodies, a fog had come in and forced them to shut the windows and air vents bringing the outside air in, and the sun was blocked completely from the sky. The crops and livestock across the world had already - completely - died off. Only the humans were left.

Just as they were about to reach the three-mile radius of Michael’s location, the car slows, and - finally - dies out. “I thought you put gas in this!” Cas exclaims, looking at Dean with a glare. 

“I thought it had enough gas!”

Jack walks out of the car, closing the door quickly to protect his friends from the fog. 

When he hears it, the high-pitched cries of the polydemons, he knows that this is truly, irrevocably, the end of the world.

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