Hell is Forever!

Someone will die.

Of fun!

But not die-die, more like...feel vaguely like they died from surprise. Riiiiight?

No. They will die, Duckie!

But that's so mean!! Think about it, if you let them live, they can learn and grow and improve themselves, isn't that better?

No. Why do you believe in this? Everyone knows sinners can’t change.

Of course sinners can change!! Even before I had proof of it, I knew it was possible! They’re souls, any soul can change and grow!

. . . You are one sad, strange little demon.

Someone will die.

Of fun!

But not die-die, more like...feel vaguely like they died from surprise. Riiiiight?

No. They will die, Duckie!

But that's so mean!! Think about it, if you let them live, they can learn and grow and improve themselves, isn't that better?

No. Why do you believe in this? Everyone knows sinners can’t change.

Someone will die.

Of fun!

But not die-die, more like...feel vaguely like they died from surprise. Riiiiight?

No. They will die, Duckie!

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//THE TWO SIDES OF CHARLIE'S

@angelicleadings @princessxmorningstar

#Ooc #LMAO

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It starts with sorry.

#crack #not serious #lmao #ic #muse ; charlotte

NUH-UH.

swordbalancingscales

Michael sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. “Does it not get tiring asking for forgiveness? Just do things right the first time and you wouldn’t need to.” He said before leaving the room, going to the sitting room to wait for her as well as getting a head start on his work and mentally preparing himself to place his mask back on, one he never once let slip in public.

“Yes sir. Thank you, sir.” She’d feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. Little did Charlotte know, this would be the start to her becoming a monster — and overthrowing her uncle once and for all.

She’d swallow, standing from her seat, she’d go and get ready as instructed. Anxiety ran through her; but she showed up to the meeting place regardless.

swordbalancingscales

When Charlie was ready, and after Michael went over her appearance with a fine toothed comb, they left for the meeting with the Head Seraphim as well as the other leaders of Heaven, including Charlie’s aunt and other uncle. She was permitted to sit below them. Michael at the highest seat with Gabriel, Raphael, and the other virtues taking the middle and Charlie below them, almost ground level, as if she was on trial. This was a meeting though, not a trial.

Sera stood on the actual floor in the middle so it would be easier to keep track of everything. “Commander Charlie.” The Head Seraphim addressed once everyone was present. “The first Extermination has come to an end. Since this idea was proposed by you, we wanted your thoughts and to know if any further support is needed… We did get a...worrying tip that it may have been...overwhelming for you.”

Charlotte kept calm as her adoptive mother addressed her. She had to, it was her duty as the newfound leader of the exorcists!

Standing when addressed, she cleared her throat. "Thank you, Sera.", she'd address her by name rather than 'Mother', for the sake of her job.

"It's true that I did hesitate, but. . . it was merely a moment of weakness. I eventually took out the sinner and it was resolved quickly once I put my pride to the side. It will not happen again."

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her-silent-knight

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈'𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬.

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pinklocksoflove

@angelicleadings continued

"I'm fine really... and it's not like I fell yesterday or anything. Been a few years after all." She's still pretty weirded out at the sudden change in scenery. Not to mention the color palette swap. All of this was giving her an uneasy feeling.

pinklocksoflove

Vaggi sighs, taking a few moments to collect herself. Given her past experiences she had it made sense that she would be defensive about this. Perhaps she shut it down too quickly.

"Well, for starters, it works. We got it to work. We're still figuring out how it works and how to replicate it but we have verified proof that it indeed works. It gives us hope."

And because this was a Vaggie, Charlotte... listened. Normally, if it were anyone else; she'd shut this type of conversation down. However... when her metaphorical queen spoke? She knew it was time to sit down, shut the fuck up, and listen.

In meme terms, when a bad bitch tells her to do something, she does it.

"You... got it to work in your universe? Color me surprised, our universes' Lute hasn't had any luck with her little partner in crime."

"No way~! They're my parents too! I guess that means we really are each other then, yeah?" She'd say this in a chipper voice, but something about it was off. Charlotte was used to this sort of thing, eating up Charlie's reactions.

cxffeeshxp

{{ L }} So she was just a fake ass bitch? Charlie would do her best to keep her composure. The other was rude and making a poor first impression, didn't mean she had to. "Well, more or less it seems, heh. Weeeeell, what do you up in Heaven?"

#sorry it took so long #ic #muse ; charlotte

"To put it a way that you can understand, I lead the angelic army in Heaven and exterminate sinners down in Hell!"

Did she have to be rude? No. Did she want to stop doing it? No! Did she enjoy doing it? Most definitely!

grandma-susan

@angelicleadings : Welcome Post! The air was ripe with the stench of fetid iron. Year, after year, they rained down from the Heavens like the Perseids. And Year after year the Pride Ring rang out like an active war zone. They killed indiscriminately, so much for the phrases, loving angels and guardian angels. "I'd recommend Madam Vainglorious Valkyrie find a different perch." cooed a young woman with mousy hair. Her stern matronly eyes were dark like volcanic glass and sharp like a hawk, the air around her flickered and crackled like breathing embers, her chatelaine belt glistening in the burning light of Pentagram City, and her hand wielding a dark walking cane, streaked with golden blood.

"You cheeky clergy daughters are always ruining my peaceful days here..."

"How's Peter doing by the way?" Susan inquired, sweetly.