Archangel || Seb & Raziel
Sebastianne was thrilled to see that she actually managed to summon the Archangel. She remembered vividly, learning that summoning Angels would end only in death - but she could not die unless it was from Heavenly Fire. It made the girl wonder if theyâd end her then. Either way, sheâd get an answer. He couldnât leave until she had all the answers she wanted.
She watched the Angel appear, having to block her eyes from the nearly-blinding light, arms moving up to cover her dark eyes. She finally turned back, a wicked grin on her face. It was him - Raziel - the man who created the Nephilim, and ended her fatherâs life. Valentineâs death was bittersweet to her then. She truly didnât know what she felt. She never really knew how she felt, anyways.
âRaziel..â The name passed her lips quietly. She seemed almost in awe, but not as impressed as most would be. âI have waited some time to finally meet you. Do you know who I am?â
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âJoanna Morgensternâ Raziel spoke, his voice deep and melodious as a bell. Golden eyes blazed like Heavenly fire. The featherâs of the archangelâs shining mighty wings rustled as he folded them behind his back. âIndeed I have heard much about you. Why is that you summon me?â.
Raziel had been very irritated when he felt himself being summoned again. The experiance wasnât of the most pleasant, no need to mention only a few weeks had passed since the last summoning. Earthlings were getting far too bold regarding this in his opinion. However seeing who was standing behind the call sparked thr archangelâs curiousity. And Endarkened, Valentineâs daughterâŠ
The Angelâs voice managed to send chills up Sebastianneâs spine. She had never heard anything like it before. âJoanna Morgenstern is a child who died before she was born. My name is Sebastianne, and I wished to be called that.â The girl stood tall, even in the face of such a powerful creature. She adored the feeling of being so courageous. âI summoned you to thank you,â She taunted. âTaking my father out of the scene is making my plans much easier to achieve.â
The archangel tilted his head, golden eyes observing the endarkened nearly half-lidded, as it with curiosity and amusement. Raziel liked the flames raging in her. She was not like Valentine, a power-thirsty madman full of false pride, she had power, actual dark power. "As you wish, Sebastianne Morgenstern. Say what you wish to say".
