[muses-by-arty-deactivated202405]

fcllenflower​:

The fallen angel sighed softly as the other angel came to their rescue, their eyes saddening when they were cut down in front of their eyes. Their grip tightening around the sword. “They are just confused.” They tried to protest before nodding their head. “I-I’m fine.”

“They are confused,” she agreed with a sigh, looking over at where the rebels once stood. “Confused and misguided, but that does not mean we can let them run this city into the ground. They would have killed you without a second thought, you cannot give them that opportunity again.” As an Angel, the loss of life pained her of course, but to ambush the city she called home was an offence she couldn’t, and wouldn’t, pardon. “Your name?” 

[fcllenflower]

Their eyes couldn’t help but hold their sorrow as they looked at their lifeless bodies. But she was right and another sigh came from the fallen angel. Yet they didn’t chose this city— they were chained to it for choosing the human’s side... but wasn’t that their purpose? To watch over them and guide them? But they froze in place when she asked their name. His was a disgrace to them.... the general that defied. “Lynden.” They hesitated.

[muses-by-arty-deactivated202405]

fcllenflower​:

With the collar off their neck, they felt their powers return; and they once again brandished their flaming sword- the one they held with a mighty justice as a general in the angel army. Until they were banished for turning against their own kind. The rebels had surrounded them, cornering them. “P-please… I- I don’t want to hurt you…” they pleaded.

@firebrandhqs

Zephira appeared so suddenly it was almost as if she’d materialized out of thin air, a blinding glow surrounding her. Without showing any of the hesitation the other Angel did, Fee sent out a flurry of targeted light blasts, taking out one rebel after the other in quick succession until only the two of them remained. Turning to face them now, Zephira offered a quick smile, though the usual bubbly cheeriness was gone from her features. “You cannot hesitate” she said, lowering the glowing sword in her hand, “because they certainly will not. Are you alright?” 

[fcllenflower]

The fallen angel sighed softly as the other angel came to their rescue, their eyes saddening when they were cut down in front of their eyes. Their grip tightening around the sword. “They are just confused.” They tried to protest before nodding their head. “I-I’m fine.”

[firemoonandstone]

watching the angel being surrounded, babette tossed the rebel in her grip aside, her front splattered and soaked in blood. she was over with them in an instant, ripping two rebels back and biting their necks, tearing their throats open before tossing them aside. ❝ need a hand? ❞ she asked with a grin. babette had still yet to pull her blades free, but she was enjoying getting her energy up with all the blood she’d taken in from the invaders. some had been disgusting, but it was still so satisfying to rip their throats out for trying to destroy the city she’d worked so long to help build. 

@fcllenflower​

[fcllenflower]

They were rusty. They had to admit that. It had been years since they had felt the heat of battle. The fallen angel panted heavily as the rebels had them surrounded but they had managed to slay some before. The flaming down trembling in their hand. But the woman saved them and they looked at her with grateful eyes. “Yes. Thank you.”

[gracie-cooke]

His hand still sat at his throat as he wandered around, a little lost pup in the chaos. He was grateful for the new found freedom, sure. But what was he supposed to do now? The fire in his eyes was the brightest they’ve been in the while and he was ready to show his true loyalties. He was ready to prove his worth. Walking up to a few supers, he paused before asking “Is there anything I could do?” 

@firebrandstarters​

[fcllenflower]

Anubis was busy tearing the throats out of rebels as they thought it would be a wise choice to fight him. A hellhound. Blood dripped from his mouth as his shifted to human form, bones cracking. The superior hound looked at the other, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You can help me fight off these rebels.”

[fcllenflower]

With the collar off their neck, they felt their powers return; and they once again brandished their flaming sword- the one they held with a mighty justice as a general in the angel army. Until they were banished for turning against their own kind. The rebels had surrounded them, cornering them. “P-please... I- I don’t want to hurt you...” they pleaded.

@firebrandhqs

[dragon-bonnesar]

As soon as the collar had fallen off the young dragon all Bonnesar had wanted to do was turn and try and fly out of the city to freedom, back to her mama. But something had stopped her. The forest dragon began to shake as she felt overwhelmed with the dying trees calling out to her from the burning Auburn forest, they were almost screaming to her. The forest dragon was so overwhelmed that all she could do was sob and fall backwards in a pain that no one else was able to feel around her- she felt winded, sick and full of panic. “They’re dying…” she sobbed out, clutching at her chest as she tried to get her breath back. 

@firebrandstarters​

[fcllenflower]

As soon as the collar around their neck clattered to the ground, a high sigh of relief left the fallen angel. A long groan left them as white wings erupted from their back, singed from their fall of exile. Lynden out stretched them as he heard every bone in their human form crack. They felt the power of their mind returning. They felt the pain of the dragon close to them, moving to her instantly. “Are you alright?” They asked softly before their wings wrapped around her as a rebel charged at them, conjuring their flaming sword- they were once a grand general...

[witchymissmia]

Mia was truly exhausted, closing up shop so quickly, helping hold the barrier, and just trying to take care of those around her was…a lot to say the least. Everywhere she turned there was someone. Someone in need, someone to fight, someone to worry about. She was so physically drained she didn’t know what to do. The young witch turned quickly at what she thought was her name, and could swear she heard all the blood rush to her head. As her face paled, the room spun.  At this point she was reaching out to whomever would steady her, aimless truly as her body began to descend to the ground. 

@firebrandstarters​

[fcllenflower]

There was a somewhat sick thrill of it, if Anubis had to be perfectly honest. When the rebels first began to attack, he instantly changed into the large pharaoh hound that he truly was. He patrolled the streets with a blood covered mouth. It was a hunt in a way. But he saw the exhausted witch and in turn, he shifted back, feeling himself exhausted. He saw the color leave her face and he took her into his arms to keep her from falling onto the ground. “Are you alright?”

[gracie-cooke]

fcllenflower​:

They felt shamed. In more ways than one. The way they couldn’t prevent the losing of the war on the humans. Now they were called a traitor among many that fought beside the humans. The fallen angel now covered in flour from working in the bakery, a collar bound around their neck. They came to the bar to have a drink before returning back to their room for the night. They didn’t notice they were in the way, jumping a little. “Oh! I’m sorry.” They hummed before they blinked at the sight of the other. “A-Are you alright?”

An angel. Of course and angel was in the way. He glared, pushing past the angel and into his place of employment. He couldn’t stand the goody goody people, the angels that seemed to defy his masters. “Fine, just a rough morning.” He grumbled, holding the door open with his foot now. “You comin’ in or what?” 

[fcllenflower]

Well. He was being rather rude. It made the angel frown as they stepped inside. “Not great customer service.” They mumbled as they looked around. Did it count that they were a fallen angel now? That they defied their own because they didn’t believe in them anymore?

[firemoonandstone]

while her dancing at the club was seductive and showed her training from her previous life, jeaniene enjoyed being silly and dancing like she was crazy and free sometimes. she was doing just that when she caught someone out of the corner of her eye, immediately stopping and looking at them. her expression hardened, the carefree energy gone. of course she couldn’t just let loose and enjoy herself like that, she had to be aware of what she was, and those that could make her existence even worse. ❝ i wasn’t doing anything, ❞ she grumbled, crossing her arms under her bust. 

@fcllenflower

[fcllenflower]

Lyn had been brought to the club by a superior but they were swiftly left behind as the superior wandered off to mingle with other people. The angel blinked and their eyes widened at the stopping of her movements and her expression. “I don’t think you’d get in trouble for dancing like that... would you? If so, that’s absurd.”

[hezenkoss]

Aziraphale + smiling after getting pushed against the wall

[demon-caspar]

fcllenflower​:

He knew that Casper was right. The hellhound found himself weaker and weaker as the years went by since the death of his master, Osiris. And how his heart broke. It’s a tragic love when a hound falls for its demon. And yet the myths spun them as a parent and child… if only they knew the more tragic tale of spurned lovers. Of how he was furiously jealous of his master’s wife, isis. Yet the hound was speechless as he spoke, thinking it over. “There are still many that worship me.” He began. “As the companion to the god of death, I can deliver you and David the souls of my followers. I am their judgment, the holder of the scales. They rely on me to deliver the feather that would determine if they shall pass to paradise… or be damned to wander endlessly…. the feather is a lie… and they are damned… to be given to a demon.” There was almost a cruel smirk pulled onto his sickly features.

“Yeah…Sure. Lovely for you” Caspar waved off, still never quite understanding a hound being worshipped as some sort of God, they were subservient creatures in his mind “Humans have always been gullible, they’ll believe any smoke and lights show if it’s put before them” He mused, only then taking off his tinted glasses and setting them on the table before them. “Okay, I’ not a tourist- you don’t need to give me the show, Anubis. You’re a hound, I’m a demon- I have a list of souls I need and you are going to collect them for me. Understood? If you actually show that you’re useful, I’ll look into that collar situation” He said simply, pricking his finger on a pocket knife before brushing it over the lock of Anubis’s collar, allowing it to drop off and clatter onto the table “Let me down and I’ll whip you until you’re raw”

[fcllenflower]

He knew he had no right to be worshiped as a god because he was just a hellhound. But he couldn’t deny the fact that he was. That when the humans saw him at the side of his master, they wove a great myth of them. “I understand, sir.” But he couldn’t help his broken heart to race at the proposition and when the golden collar around his neck unlocked and clattered onto the table, his eyes widened and his hands reached out to it; shaking. “Please..... m-my I still keep it..? If not around my neck... just to keep... him...in my room” he pleaded as the sorrow overwhelmed his face and he could feel the tears well up in his eyes. Osiris.... the great king of Egypt... a great general of hell... gone... and he couldn’t bare it. He loved him.... and he just wanted him back. Yet his shaking hands not laid on the collar...without approval. He’d follow casper’s every command. He’d become completely devoted to him; and possibly David if he so wished.

[dazganorxdavid]

fcllenflower​:

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It had been years since he had witnessed the event. He was drawn to it, having wandered off the usually path he took to go home. He’d just gotten off his shift at the council, the next guard coming in. He couldn’t deny… that the job wasn’t allowing him to fulfill his true purpose, his neck bare- he was unbound now as his master died in the war. “I’m sorry….” he spoke softly as he stepped out of the shadows. “Am I disturbing you, sir?” He missed the days he’d drag them with his teeth in his massive hound form directly to osiris so he could consume them.

,

“It’s fine, Hound.” David mused as he watched the flames. “Oh you’re not, I’m just enjoying the view. This one is overdue for payment, but I like a little torture before collecting.” Only now he glanced aside at the other. The war had been won but it had cost many greatly. “Tell me how you are getting on.” Not a question, a command as even the smallest commands could help a Hound in a way. His voice was raised a little to be heard over the whining of the human.  “Tell me what goes on in your mind when you see someone ready to be taken away, like this one.” He said with a gesture to the trapped human.

[fcllenflower]

The sickly hound perked up at the small command, stumbling a step forward. “I’m not great, sir.” He admitted. “I’ve been unbound for... years... and it’s taking it’s toll.” He murmured but his eyes wandered to the human. “It makes me long for the old days... the old days when I helped my master claim souls that worshiped us as gods of ancient Egypt.”

[dazganorxdavid]

Night time, a time Dazganor enjoyed more than anything. Tonight he was collecting, consuming as a conjured ring of fire surrounded a human in front of him on the grass. To him there was something almost poetic about watching the flames dance, hellfire slowly creeping closer to the target. The screams were a bonus, like the sweetest melody playing as flames were only lightly licking at the skin. His eyes however scanned the area when he heard something, or someone nearby. “Show yourself.” He said as he looked away from the human, it could wait, though he didn’t mind an audience. 

@firebrandstarters​

[fcllenflower]

It had been years since he had witnessed the event. He was drawn to it, having wandered off the usually path he took to go home. He’d just gotten off his shift at the council, the next guard coming in. He couldn’t deny... that the job wasn’t allowing him to fulfill his true purpose, his neck bare- he was unbound now as his master died in the war. “I’m sorry....” he spoke softly as he stepped out of the shadows. “Am I disturbing you, sir?” He missed the days he’d drag them with his teeth in his massive hound form directly to osiris so he could consume them.

[amaranht]

modern mythology moodboard [6/∞] └anubis

“life it seems to fade away drifting further everyday getting lost within myself nothing matters no one else”

[nemfrog]

Anubis attends to a soul leaving the body of the deceased. The history, principles and practice of symbolism in Christian art. 1892. 

[firemoonandstone]

fcllenflower​ / anubis.​

“Mainly my master but I suppose I was just as important…” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck slowly. “Another deity? Humans are so gullible, aren’t they? What did they weave you into?”

❝ but you yourself were considered one as well. ❞ chuckling, she gave a slight shrug. the answer wasn’t always a well known one, sadly. ❝ itzpapalotl, pleasure to meet you. aztec warrior goddess. ❞ she left out the part of being the patron of women that passed in childbirth. ❝ did you enjoy your time as a deity? ❞ though for her, that time would never pass. she was still able to have those that wished to worship her, though the sorts of worship she could receive had changed over time. 

[fcllenflower]

She was right he supposed. Crossing his arms over his chest slowly. “Aztec? I believe I have visited many civilizations in my wandering side with my former master.... and the Aztecs were our favorite. But... ancient Egypt.... the advancement of them... even before their time... but the Aztec rituals... they were a sight.” He chuckled. “Very much. Especially when the priestesses of our temples would throw themselves at our feet. And the priests... and pharaohs.” A smirk graced his face.

[mistcrspock]