This is the running tally of side information for River—what angels I added, etymology of names, inspiration from Revelations, links to sources, etc.
Angel Sanctuary
Welcome to the Angel Sanctuary section of my fic. I should, perhaps, mention that there will be far less smut here than in many other sections. The story just didn’t take me that way. It did, however, wildly delight me with the complexities of the world and characters, hence these efforts. Enjoy.
Arcs in Angel Sanctuary: Standalone | River
Lucifer wakes up.
The fog around his senses was thinning. He was waking. The soft words that he caught in bits and pieces told him this was unlikely to be enjoyable. When he finally opened his eyes he could only reflect on the accuracy of his instincts, because he recognized the person leaning against the glass above him.
Mad Hatter has a few difficulties coping with how people have changed, post-canon.
“You are not fit to carry the weight of Pride,” hir lord said, evenly. “You have none. Not really.”
The world is changing for everyone, and everyone has to find some way to deal with it.
“The land is… refracting. Structures are appearing that aren’t quite like anything ever created in either Heaven or Hell, and they seem remarkably resistant to being changed. I don’t know who first started calling the new area Abe, but it’s very fitting. The land grows like a living thing.”
The world is changing for everyone, and everyone has to find some way to deal with it.
Lucifer’s eyes were hooded. “I am very dedicated to a stable world for all of us, but I’m doing it out of spite towards the dead. I’m not going to kill you off with unwarranted optimism.”
Lucifer and Michael deal with their history.
Warning: While it’s not exactly non-con, there are violent and coercive elements to the sex in this story, and the sex in question is between siblings.
Before Michael could find some way to show just how pissed off he was getting, Lucifer leaned into him again. And kissed him.
Those who are left forge connections along with their new world.
“Remind me again why we’re bothering to talk to anyone else about this little project of yours?” Arariel asked as she strode back to him.
Alexiel finally returns, to the interest of all and apprehension of some—particularly Lucifer.
Belial’s estimation of Alexiel rose. Maybe this would fail to be a catastrophe after all.
Lucifer gives Alexiel a present. Written for the OTW Online Con Hodgepodge Challenge, with the prompt: Angel Sanctuary: Alexiel and/or Lucifer, revenge is a dish best served cold.
Alexiel stared. "But why…?"
"Revenge is supposed to be served cold, isn’t it?"
She gave Lucifer the look she’d perfected as a teenage boy. "It’s a metaphor."
Alexiel has a talk with Hatter. Hatter is unexpectedly drawn in. Shameless wingfic.
"Hatter! I hadn’t realized anyone was in here."
Belial tried not to grind hir teeth. "One was just finishing," se said, stepping up out of the water. "Don’t let one interrupt you."
"Not at all." Alexiel slid into the water with a pleased sigh. "It can be nice to have company."
Belial made a noncommittal noise, wondering a bit grumpily how Alexiel had retained Setsuna’s obliviousness.