001,   MATURE CONTENT.

If you are easily bothered by mature themes, then this isn't the account for you. That being said, if i ever post anything that you’re not okay with or that triggers you, Please let me know! The last thing I want to do is harm someone with my writing. THIS ACCOUNT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS. I will not write with anyone under the age of eighteen. There are no exceptions to this rule. I would prefer those I write with are twenty one but 18+ is also acceptable.

  002,   INTERACTIONS.

My accounts are and always will be a safe place for me. I reserve the right to block those who make me uncomfortable. Bringing drama my way, being rude, racist, homophobic, ableist or transphobic will get you blocked. I always put my real life first. However, i will always give notice if a reply will take longer than a week. I would appreciate it if my writing partners would do the same.

  003,   SHIPPING.

All ships are based purely on chemistry and will only be developed between two consenting adults. I will participate in writing lewd upon request, only given that both the writers and the characters are the appropriate age. It will not be written with anyone under the age of eighteen for obvious reasons, and so your honesty involving this is a must. There must always be chemistry otherwise I find it pointless & boring.

  004,   WRITING EXPECTATIONS.

I understand that people are prone to spelling mistakes and typos, so you don't have to worry about making a few mistakes. However, if it gets to the point where I cannot understand you, I shall address it. Returning the same amount of effort is extremely important to me. That being said, I can do anything from novella to one-liner. Just give me something to work with and all should be fine.

  005,   TRIGGER WARNINGS.

Trigger warnings for this account and character include; the usual verse related content with the addition of; religious themes, mental struggles, violence, gore, abandonment issues, death, paranormal themes, loss. If there is something in particular you need tagged, please reach out and let me know so that I can add it accordingly.

  006,   SELECTIVENESS.

This account, like all my others, remains selective when it comes to interactions. This is not because of my ego but simply because I struggle with anxiety and don't want to overwhelm myself. That being said, I do love developing and my messages are always open to do so even if it takes me a little bit to reply. I appreciate everyone's understanding when it comes to this.

Long before the creation of the universe, there was a war. God had grown tired of his sister's constant interference in his creations. To Him, there was only one solution. The Darkness was banished, locked away and hidden behind a mark placed upon one of his angel's arms. What God hadn't expected, was to feel something like grief. He missed his sister, far more than he had ever thought he would. For the first time, the family he had known since before time itself was fractured. There was a piece missing. He knew he could not free her, he knew that it would only end in destruction. So, God took another approach. And so, from the quiet ache of a loss he would never confess, he created another Archangel. The very last Archangel he would ever create. Aurelia. She was created to bring the very thing he felt as if his life was missing, joy. Aurelia had never known The Darkness, she had only ever known light. And her family. Her father, who wanted her around constantly when working on his new creations. Her brothers, who would indulge her with whatever silly thing had interested her in the moment. However, Aurelia had a favourite. Lucifer. To her, there was something special about her brother. Something different. While her other brothers made it clear they were only indulging her, Lucifer seemed to actually listen.The brother she knew was warm. He would dance with her, laugh with her, make her the happiest she had ever felt. She either spent her days with Lucifer, listening to his many stories and ideas, or she was with their father, watching him make his creations. Aurelia was fascinated by his creations. She enjoyed seeing just how many things he could make from nothing, just as he had with her. So much so that her father allowed her to share in his ability of creation. Of course, he gave her limitations. But still, Aurelia was allowed to create such beautiful things. Such as the things that would eventually be named flowers. Aurelia adored making his new creation be beautiful, filling it with colours and pretty views. When he created the first humans, Aurelia was ecstatic. Even more so when they seemed to enjoy her own creations. She enjoyed sneaking down to Eden, just to catch a glimpse up close to her fathers newest creation. Her life, as it had always been, was perfect. Even as her favourite brother seemed to be changing right before her eyes, Aurelia simply tried to continue doing as she had always done. She would shower him with all the love she had for him. She would continue to dance, sing and create. Aurelia noticed their fathers distance, of course. He seemed to be shifting away from his first children in favour of his humans. In a way, Aurelia understood. They were ever so fascinating. Lucifer was angry, he would tell her so often. Each time, Aurelia tried to tell him that it would pass. That their father would grow tired of these humans. But she had been wrong. God did not grow tired. Instead, he made his opinion perfectly clear when he asked his angels, his celestial children, to bow to humanity. Lucifer was enraged. He refused, he deemed the humans beneath them. Aurelia had tried to calm him down, had begged him to take a moment to reconsider. She had tried to ask their father for time. She had tried to stop the inevitable.But God cast Lucifer out. He threw him from Heaven, from their home and down to live with the very creatures that Lucifer deemed unworthy. Aurelia had begged him not to do it. For the first time in her life, she had cried. She had begged her father to allow her one single moment with Lucifer, to give her a chance at fixing this. To keep her life as beautiful and full of light as it had always been. But God saw her pleas as something else. He did not see the love she had for her brother, for all of them, as a good thing. Not like he had when he created her. Instead, he saw it as a danger. He saw her as a liability. Just like his sister. She would get in the way of his creations. He created a room for her in prison. One that could not be opened by anything other than himself. He was both the lock and the key. Aurelia was left inside, left to scream and beg and sob into the emptiness surrounding her as the earth progressed beneath her. And when God tired of hearing her, he sent her into a deep sleep. He did not feel the same grief he had when imprisoning his sister. He did not feel guilt or sadness. To him, he had done the necessary. He had no time for those that went against his plan. And so, Aurelia was left to rot. While Aurelia dreamed of her brothers, of the beautiful earth her father had created and her blooming flowers, God erased her from any scripture, both that existed in Heaven and on the earth below. He forbade her siblings, the ones that remained in Heaven, at least, from speaking of her. It was as if she never existed. The only evidence that remained was her flowers, which spread across his creation over and over again, no matter how many times he tried to burn them. Aurelia knew none of it. All she knew was her memories, playing on repeat in her head.That is, until her door opened. Aurelia woke, expecting to find her father on the other side of her prison, ready to apologise for locking her away. Or perhaps her brothers, there to comfort her. Instead, she found nothing. Nothing she recognised, at least. The place she had only ever known as her home was strikingly different. There was no laughter, no warmth, no joy. It was..empty. She knew that Heaven itself was not empty, she could feel slithers of grace moving below her floor. But her family was gone. She was alone. And that was a worse punishment than being locked in a room. At least there, when she had been awake, she had been able to feel her family on the other side. They had abandoned her. They had left her behind, locked in a room, sleeping. For the first time in Aurelia’s entire existence, she felt something negative. Even when her brother had been cast out, even when her father had locked away, Aurelia had done what she had always been created for. She had held onto her hope. And now, that was gone too. There was nothing left for her there. No one for her to dance with. No one for her to sit alongside. No one to indulge her multitude of thoughts. It seemed that God had abandoned all of his children. Including her. And perhaps, had Aurelia been anyone else. Had she been awake to feel them leaving, had she not been filled with no much love, perhaps then, Aurelia would have hated her father. Instead, she remembered the God who created her. The father who had allowed her to sit by his side and create such small, beautiful things. Perhaps, if she hated him, she would have left Heaven in search of a new purpose. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. And so, Aurelia waited, caught between the love she could not release and the silence of her home. Surely, someone would return for her. Surely, this had been some kind of mistake. A bad dream. But as time continued, it became clear that no mistake had been made. Her father had not woken her because he wished to see her, he had not freed her because she was needed. It had been an accident. She had been freed, yes. But there was no one waiting for her. She had endured imprisonment for refusing to forsake her family and in return, they had forsaken her.