𝓗𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝓸𝓯 𝓖𝑶𝑫
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gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘁 ;

ㅤㅤㅤㅤⁿᵒᵘⁿ
ㅤ☆𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞
ㅤ̷̝̦̮̹̫̭̲͔̏͋̇̂̾h̷͚̬̲̘̥̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺͐͋̒ͣ̏̀̕͟͢͢e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ ̮̘̣̭̰͓̖̗̆͗̊ͮ̏̑ͯ̈̉͞i̓͏͙̬̝̪̻͉̞̞̗̠̎͂̃̑ͧ͘͜s̸͖̖̹̑͒ͭ̓̂̈ ͕̩̠̬̪̟ͦ̎̂̄͂m̤̲̣̻̮̞̰̟͙͙̤̲ͧ̂͛̓̌͑ͬ̍ͣͬy̧̛̘̬̫͂̅̃̅̽̓̇ ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͞҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖͈̼̯̜ͦ̈ͬ̀̔͆͂̇͝ͅo̵͇̬͎͕̺ͦͮ̀̚ͅr̨̲̦̰̪̩͔͉̙̪̘͓̟̿̅̓̇̀̒̐͌ͥ̉ͤ̏͜͟d͕ͭͮ̽ͧ͗͠͞͞, ͈̼̯̜̔͆͂̇͝ͅo̷̡͇̬͎̱͕̲̖ͦ̋̊̃͂͗̚͜ų̵̘͔͎̖͍͍̞͕̺ͫ̀ͮ̀̚͢͜ͅͅr̨̲̦̰̪̿̅̓̇̀̒̐͜͟ ͤͦ̅̽̈̍͏̩̠͚ḡ̵͕̤͕͕̺ͪ̉ͮ̀̚͟ͅr̨̲̦̰̪̿̅̓̇̀̒̐͜͟a̷̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̯͉͗̀̀̇ͥ̕c̸̷̠̦̞̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺͛̔ͨ̀̏̀̕e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳

ㅤ𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝒀
ㅤ𝐭𝐨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴 𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺 𝐚𝐧𝐝
ㅤ𝑨𝑫𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺
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rebeldyke.bsky.social
🪱if you dont fw what was said, then block me. im not givin yall the time of day anymore.
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rebeldyke.bsky.social
🪱i totally agree

now lets kill archer for going to the tl and voicing how they think its weird to objectify their partner's character iirc

like, you can't actually believe what you're saying here with your entire chest.

chas was uncomfortable, understandably — so where were YOU??
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤwithin a matter of seconds, the demon had become nothing more than a pincushion to the hand of 𝐆𝐎𝐃.

ㅤbody ripped and torn through, spiked in the middle of the church. painted light beaming on a bleeding corpse.

ㅤand a preacher. witnessing the flaying of a life. just as the romans had...
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤthe clocks would ring through the halls, echoing amongst the hovering pews.

ㅤand within moments, the priest and his stand had disappeared...

ㅤonly to show face again, another pricket skewering the demon — and another, and 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ... tick ... tick —

ㅤ" you admit that 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 had brought us together.
ㅤbut you don't acknowledge that 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 brought you to a disciple.

ㅤand that 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 has already chosen her victor. "

ㅤtick ... tick .. tick . tick, tick —
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤichor trickling down into the priest, holding his disheveled arm.

ㅤsneering at this vessel. knowing full and well that had had taken david so much less to kill such a foe.

ㅤ" try again. you seem to've forgotten a very important detail this very day... "
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤtwisting, forcing it deeper into his body as 𝐌𝐢𝐇 would snap its own reins, swiftly turning to swing a fist back at the heretic's face.

ㅤtaking the candlestick from the priest, the stand would press the spike further into the spartan, thrusting his body upwards into the air.
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤobviously, he was not to die here. it would not end. not when gravity had clearly intended for him to strive forward.

ㅤtaking the stick in hand, he hadn't hesitated to follow through with what destiny had designed — plunging it straight into the beast's diaphragm.
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤan action that seemed so involuntary of the preacher now... as the world faded from view, the dim sunlight peering through stained glass.

ㅤthat's when he felt it. a simple candlestick. a sharp pricket fully exposed — just as fate had intended. luring him in with aggressive temptation.
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤas his vision grew hazy, the church seemed to match his dismay. with candles leaving behind trails of smoke, the darkest corners of the cathedral seeming to lurk ever larger.

ㅤand within moments, dust would begin to lift. followed by the snuffed candles off of their prickets.
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤ' 𝑻𝑪𝑯 — 𝐖𝐇 - 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𖤠.ᐟ '

ㅤthoughts racing for only mere moments before the stand would struggle against the demon.

ㅤboth beings hypoxiated, the priest grasping in desperation at nothing. deprived of the strength that his words often provided him.
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤcross bound hues would grow wide as the heretic had grasped the arm of his manifestation, hunching over as he snapped through bone like twigs.

ㅤripping past cartilage, removing what remained, causing the priest to writhe in pain.

ㅤin 𝗔𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗬. supressing a scream behind shallow breaths.
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤ" i advise that you do the both of us a favor...

ㅤand 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋. "
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤ" — for, you see, i have many of my own accords to attend to. i can't waste time hearing to each of your confessions. "

ㅤas he spoke, his stand would release its reigns with uts other hand, sending a fist through the spartan's abdomen.

ㅤblood splattering across the priest's face.
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤif the priest was lucky, he'd likely even get a grab at his disc.

ㅤending a fight before it could even begin.

ㅤ" i don't have the time to be meddling with your misdemeanors — "

ㅤslowly, he'd pry claws from his throat, blood dripping down his flesh and staining his uniform.
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤthat is, until he'd grab the spartan's wrist, clocks beginning to tick right along his ears as the priest's fighting spirit had manifested right behind him.

ㅤhand lifted, the other gripping the reigns of time before slicing along the demon's head, his own blood undetectable from innocents.
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤeven if by the means of violence, as the heretic gripped his tethers to life, threatening to snap the chords of his livelihood.

ㅤ" may 𝐆𝐎𝐃 forgive you, devil. "

ㅤas his sweat trickled down his face, anxieties grasping at his heart, he still did not falter his demeanor.
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤalthough the preacher could not admit it, the mere presence of this... defiance to god had made his blood run cold.

ㅤhe would not turn his back, however. he would not cower nor run. for the 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 would serve him in his prosperous hands, and he would be delivered.
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤdid you not hear me, harlot 𖤠 or has your ego become so dense that you're incapable of comprehending simple sentences 𖤠

ㅤdo not speak to me when you writhe within your own sin.
gatestoheaven.bsky.social

ㅤsilence. i will not susept myself to your false kingship.

ㅤi have had enough of your ramblings.