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🎶✨🪽“You must bear the cross!”🪽✨🎶
Welcome, everyone, to possibly the very first Speaker of God rp blog!
I go by many names (Ess/Al/Bee/Chimera/Via) and any pronoun you can think of! Pick whichever you like!!
The Speaker answers to simply “The Speaker” and goes by she/they/it! And she uses this font color :3
No headcanons yet, so all I have is boundaries!
BOUNDARIES:
1. No nsfw
2. Harassment gets the ban hammer
Anyone is free to interact!
Main blog -> @bumblebee-chimera
Once again, Mira knocked at the Speaker's door. Mira knew her mam would always make time for her, but Mira still felt awkward sometimes.
"Mam, do you have a moment? I wanted to talk to you. There's a lot on my mind."
Ah yes, Mira always seemed to have a busy mind.
- @mira-the-infinite-storm
The Speaker’s door opened once Mira had requested her, the large, Phoenix-like angel stretching before inviting her daughter in with a welcoming smile.
She may or may not have been taking a nap, but Mira need not worry about that!
"Oh, sorry I woke you up, Mam." A genuine look of remorse spread across Mira's face. She quietly took a seat in the chair the Speaker had gotten specifically for Mira.
"I think it's silly to need to talk when things are going well. Things are going really well with Raguel. I thought about what you said, and I've kept her on track with what I can help with. These days, though, I get bothered because I feel like there's just this huge valley of who I was before and who I am now. Do you ever feel that way? Does it mean... you weren't a good person before?"
“You need not worry, my dearest child.” the Speaker replied calmly, before listening to her daughter’s troubles.
“I do not believe such a large gap makes one an inherently bad person. While some do have that gap because, in the past, they could be considered bad people, others- like yourself- were already “good” or gray, like you, and are simply striving towards being a better version of themselves. It is difficult, and can most definitely feel like you are an imposter of yourself, but it is worth it in the end. One should always stop to take care of themselves though.”
"It's not so much that I feel like an imposter." Mira looked down at her hands. "I'd put it as feeling like I'm completely disconnected from my past self. I know that she's me, but her life was miserable compared to mine. She carries all this weight, so I forget about it sometimes. It feels wrong, though. I did do those things. I was a soldier in the past. Now, I live somewhere peaceful, where I do not have to fight anymore. I don't know why I feel like I've betrayed my past by living happily and peacefully now."
Mira rubbed her face as she often did when anxious. "It's hard to believe. It's like I need permission from myself to truly accept peace."
“Survivor’s guilt?” the Speaker suggests after a moment of thinking.
“Or, at least a version of it.” on top of the survivor’s guilt the younger Angel already shoulders no less. Though, the Speaker believes Mira’s past need not always be on her mind. Not that she can help it.
Mira went quite for a few minutes. She looked down and grabbed her arm. "That's probably it," Mira said softly.
//CW: gruesome details of war, death, mental health things (PTSD)
The Speaker stood, moving next to Mira so she could pull her into a gentle hug.
“I can promise that you will not, my dear child. Neither of us intend to completely justify what happened, I believe that justification is what would make someone truly evil.”
Mira accepted the Speaker's hug. For a while, Mira simply stayed in her adoptive mother's arms, sobbing until the sobs in her chest were mostly gone. Once she'd cleared her voice and wiped her eyes with her tank top, Mira took a few breaths.
"There's no justifying what I did. There's no justifying the level of cruelty of the war itself. It feels like if I let go, though, I could fall backwards, when I know that it isn't the case. I still feel lost, just like when I fought in my first major battle. I want to be able to rest, one day, even if that's not today."
“I promise, you will one day be able to rest guilt free.” the Speaker gently wiped some stray tears from Mira’s face. “Even if it is in the far distant future…. I promise to stay by your side during this journey of yours no matter what.”
Good evening your grace.
I came to ask for some advice, I am trying to ease a soul who is being.....rather foul on passing, normally I can ease them into accepting their ending time...
This one however...is making it a very testing process. Worst then my ole man was when it was his time to go....Just, how do I replenish my patience?
“Have you tried putting yourself in their shoes?” the Speaker asks genuinely. “Some have reasons to be…. Difficult.”
I have tried understanding their hesitation to accept their time has came to it's end, of course.
I always try to be understanding and compassionate when guiding soon to be passing souls to the transition of life and death.
This one however, Has been fighting and I mean litterally, he has been throwing hands, at me every step of the way.
Even his own living care givers been holding up their hands ready to swing back cause he will try swinging on them too.
I've dealt with spicy soon to transition from life souls before, this one....this one got me ready to tussle back.....
I'm trying so hard your grace, to be encouraging and gentle and compassionate to guide him to the end, for it seems he has no one, but again my patience is thin and my hands are flexing out of reflex now. 😓
“He is actively trying to…. Throw hands?” the Speaker looks pensive.
“Well…. Perhaps smacking some sense into him could be a good last resort, but only a good last resort. Though I’m sure you know that already.”
........
Know what you are absolutely right your grace. Azrael just gonna have to give me that write up paper 😅
Cause the next time this ole dude swings at me when I'm trying to soothe his soul, I'm swiging back.
I have a perfectly clear consciousness now, Thank you so much your grace.
The Speaker nods, clasping her hands in front of her chest as her own form of acknowledgement. “Of course, Seth. You are always free to come to me, whenever and about whatever.”
@root-of-eve
"Hello dear..."
The Speaker perked up, her wings rustling. “Hello, Roo.”
Good evening your grace.
I came to ask for some advice, I am trying to ease a soul who is being.....rather foul on passing, normally I can ease them into accepting their ending time...
This one however...is making it a very testing process. Worst then my ole man was when it was his time to go....Just, how do I replenish my patience?
“Have you tried putting yourself in their shoes?” the Speaker asks genuinely. “Some have reasons to be…. Difficult.”
I have tried understanding their hesitation to accept their time has came to it's end, of course.
I always try to be understanding and compassionate when guiding soon to be passing souls to the transition of life and death.
This one however, Has been fighting and I mean litterally, he has been throwing hands, at me every step of the way.
Even his own living care givers been holding up their hands ready to swing back cause he will try swinging on them too.
I've dealt with spicy soon to transition from life souls before, this one....this one got me ready to tussle back.....
I'm trying so hard your grace, to be encouraging and gentle and compassionate to guide him to the end, for it seems he has no one, but again my patience is thin and my hands are flexing out of reflex now. 😓
“He is actively trying to…. Throw hands?” the Speaker looks pensive.
“Well…. Perhaps smacking some sense into him could be a good last resort, but only a good last resort. Though I’m sure you know that already.”
Good evening your grace.
I came to ask for some advice, I am trying to ease a soul who is being.....rather foul on passing, normally I can ease them into accepting their ending time...
This one however...is making it a very testing process. Worst then my ole man was when it was his time to go....Just, how do I replenish my patience?
“Have you tried putting yourself in their shoes?” the Speaker asks genuinely. “Some have reasons to be…. Difficult.”
The sound of suction cups was heard coming up the side of Heaven’s gates, the sight seen beforehand was quite absurd.
An average man wearing a bike helmet, a purple shirt with a parachute, and using suction cups to scale the hotel was seen.
“🎵Oh, I’ve been climbing up your tower, you can kiss my ass! I’ve been climbing up your tower, and I’m smudging up your glass, hey!🎶” He sang happily.
- @the-suck-for-america (Suction Cup Man!)
(p.s song dialogue taken from https://youtu.be/mZr1nbACmGc?si=FJpSonIc1Bm0rdNs )
The Speaker had been called over by St. Peter when he noticed someone scaling the Gate using nothing but suction cups.
She tilts her head as she observes Suction Cup Man and his climbing endeavor. “Hello?”
He was climbing stubbornly, but stopped when he spotted the avian looking at him curiously. Regardless of the angel looking of quite high status here, he stayed stubbornly on the gates.
“Oh, Hello there!”
The Speaker’s wings folded around herself neatly as she kneeled to better meet his eyes. “What brings you here, my dear tenacious child?”
“I came here to climb this..” He looked at the gate he was climbing and suddenly seemed a bit confused. “This gate thingy! Definitely know how I got here and not confused where I am.”
“Not many have the skill to climb all the way to the gates of Heaven.” the Speaker compliments. “Though those few are usually justifiably confused.”
“I’ll be the first then!” With that, he kept climbing the gates using the suction cups. Oh dear.
The Speaker decides she’ll simply watch him closely. He seems…. Well, not like a bad person, per se!
The sound of suction cups was heard coming up the side of Heaven’s gates, the sight seen beforehand was quite absurd.
An average man wearing a bike helmet, a purple shirt with a parachute, and using suction cups to scale the hotel was seen.
“🎵Oh, I’ve been climbing up your tower, you can kiss my ass! I’ve been climbing up your tower, and I’m smudging up your glass, hey!🎶” He sang happily.
- @the-suck-for-america (Suction Cup Man!)
(p.s song dialogue taken from https://youtu.be/mZr1nbACmGc?si=FJpSonIc1Bm0rdNs )
The Speaker had been called over by St. Peter when he noticed someone scaling the Gate using nothing but suction cups.
She tilts her head as she observes Suction Cup Man and his climbing endeavor. “Hello?”
He was climbing stubbornly, but stopped when he spotted the avian looking at him curiously. Regardless of the angel looking of quite high status here, he stayed stubbornly on the gates.
“Oh, Hello there!”
The Speaker’s wings folded around herself neatly as she kneeled to better meet his eyes. “What brings you here, my dear tenacious child?”
“I came here to climb this..” He looked at the gate he was climbing and suddenly seemed a bit confused. “This gate thingy! Definitely know how I got here and not confused where I am.”
“Not many have the skill to climb all the way to the gates of Heaven.” the Speaker compliments. “Though those few are usually justifiably confused.”
The sound of suction cups was heard coming up the side of Heaven’s gates, the sight seen beforehand was quite absurd.
An average man wearing a bike helmet, a purple shirt with a parachute, and using suction cups to scale the hotel was seen.
“🎵Oh, I’ve been climbing up your tower, you can kiss my ass! I’ve been climbing up your tower, and I’m smudging up your glass, hey!🎶” He sang happily.
- @the-suck-for-america (Suction Cup Man!)
(p.s song dialogue taken from https://youtu.be/mZr1nbACmGc?si=FJpSonIc1Bm0rdNs )
The Speaker had been called over by St. Peter when he noticed someone scaling the Gate using nothing but suction cups.
She tilts her head as she observes Suction Cup Man and his climbing endeavor. “Hello?”
He was climbing stubbornly, but stopped when he spotted the avian looking at him curiously. Regardless of the angel looking of quite high status here, he stayed stubbornly on the gates.
“Oh, Hello there!”
The Speaker’s wings folded around herself neatly as she kneeled to better meet his eyes. “What brings you here, my dear tenacious child?”
The sound of suction cups was heard coming up the side of Heaven’s gates, the sight seen beforehand was quite absurd.
An average man wearing a bike helmet, a purple shirt with a parachute, and using suction cups to scale the hotel was seen.
“🎵Oh, I’ve been climbing up your tower, you can kiss my ass! I’ve been climbing up your tower, and I’m smudging up your glass, hey!🎶” He sang happily.
- @the-suck-for-america (Suction Cup Man!)
(p.s song dialogue taken from https://youtu.be/mZr1nbACmGc?si=FJpSonIc1Bm0rdNs )
The Speaker had been called over by St. Peter when he noticed someone scaling the Gate using nothing but suction cups.
She tilts her head as she observes Suction Cup Man and his climbing endeavor. “Hello?”
— @michael-heavenly-knight—
He carefully knocks on her door with a tense expression. “Hello? Speaker? Um… can I talk to you? Well if you have time of course…”
The Speaker perked up. “What is it you seek, dear Michael?”
He walks up to the speaker. He looks very sad and still has a small cut on his neck, which he tried to hide with the collar of his shirt.
“… I really need your guidance…”
The Speaker frowned, noticing the cut still. Poor thing….
“With what?”
Michael sighs and starts speaking.
“I may have done something terrible, while under the influence of someone else. What I mean is that Roo corrupted me and I did bad things, which I don’t remember…”
It’s obvious he feels very guilty and he hugs the speaker slinking into her golden feathers.
“Roo??” the Speaker returns the hug. “Oh, my dear child, I’m so sorry….”
Michale nodded, while he was buried against her.
“I’m mad at her, but I’m mad at myself for Ben more, because I nearly killed Lucifer ! And now Lilith hates me and I don’t know maybe he does too! He should! I’m a terrible person.”
“Have you tried explaining yourself to them?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.
“I did! She said I was making things up! I swear I wasn’t speaker! I’m telling the truth! You believe me right?”
He asks his voice is already shaking.
The Speaker gently ran a hand through Michael’s hair. “Of course I believe you…. If I may be blunt, you aren’t good at faking tears.”
Michael looked up at her. “You do? That’s good… even Raphael is disappointed in me. And how did you know that? “
Indeed Michael was a terrible actor who couldn’t lie if his life depended on it.
“I believe it comes with your additional struggles with lying, my dear Michael.”
Michael’s wings droop again. “Intent doesn’t really change what happened … I still killed a few sinners…”
“Whilst being corrupted….”
“Yes but does it really change anything?”
“It changes a lot.”
Michael raises a brow. “How? Didn’t I still do bad things? I nearly killed my twin!”
“Do you not feel remorse?”
Michael’s eyes widened and he said. “Of course I do! But does that change anything ? NO!”
“It changes a few things.”
Michael looks up at her. “How?”
“A bad person does not feel remorse for their actions.” Boop!
Michael startles at the sudden boop. “Did you just boop me?” He pauses for a moment. “But I guess you are right…”
The Speaker giggles. “Yes, you’ve been booped. It works every time :>”
He crosses his arms and pouts. “I’m not a child!”
“I know.”
“Then why did you boop my nose?”
“One is never too old for boops!”
“I’m tens of thousands of years old speaker!”
“And?”
“And?! I’m not a child and I shouldn’t get my voice booped!”
He stops his foot like a child.
“Do adults not get affection anymore?”
— @michael-heavenly-knight—
He carefully knocks on her door with a tense expression. “Hello? Speaker? Um… can I talk to you? Well if you have time of course…”
The Speaker perked up. “What is it you seek, dear Michael?”
He walks up to the speaker. He looks very sad and still has a small cut on his neck, which he tried to hide with the collar of his shirt.
“… I really need your guidance…”
The Speaker frowned, noticing the cut still. Poor thing….
“With what?”
Michael sighs and starts speaking.
“I may have done something terrible, while under the influence of someone else. What I mean is that Roo corrupted me and I did bad things, which I don’t remember…”
It’s obvious he feels very guilty and he hugs the speaker slinking into her golden feathers.
“Roo??” the Speaker returns the hug. “Oh, my dear child, I’m so sorry….”
Michale nodded, while he was buried against her.
“I’m mad at her, but I’m mad at myself for Ben more, because I nearly killed Lucifer ! And now Lilith hates me and I don’t know maybe he does too! He should! I’m a terrible person.”
“Have you tried explaining yourself to them?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.
“I did! She said I was making things up! I swear I wasn’t speaker! I’m telling the truth! You believe me right?”
He asks his voice is already shaking.
The Speaker gently ran a hand through Michael’s hair. “Of course I believe you…. If I may be blunt, you aren’t good at faking tears.”
Michael looked up at her. “You do? That’s good… even Raphael is disappointed in me. And how did you know that? “
Indeed Michael was a terrible actor who couldn’t lie if his life depended on it.
“I believe it comes with your additional struggles with lying, my dear Michael.”
Michael’s wings droop again. “Intent doesn’t really change what happened … I still killed a few sinners…”
“Whilst being corrupted….”
“Yes but does it really change anything?”
“It changes a lot.”
Michael raises a brow. “How? Didn’t I still do bad things? I nearly killed my twin!”
“Do you not feel remorse?”
Michael’s eyes widened and he said. “Of course I do! But does that change anything ? NO!”
“It changes a few things.”
Michael looks up at her. “How?”
“A bad person does not feel remorse for their actions.” Boop!
Michael startles at the sudden boop. “Did you just boop me?” He pauses for a moment. “But I guess you are right…”
The Speaker giggles. “Yes, you’ve been booped. It works every time :>”
He crosses his arms and pouts. “I’m not a child!”
“I know.”
“Then why did you boop my nose?”
“One is never too old for boops!”
“I’m tens of thousands of years old speaker!”
“And?”
— @michael-heavenly-knight—
He carefully knocks on her door with a tense expression. “Hello? Speaker? Um… can I talk to you? Well if you have time of course…”
The Speaker perked up. “What is it you seek, dear Michael?”
He walks up to the speaker. He looks very sad and still has a small cut on his neck, which he tried to hide with the collar of his shirt.
“… I really need your guidance…”
The Speaker frowned, noticing the cut still. Poor thing….
“With what?”
Michael sighs and starts speaking.
“I may have done something terrible, while under the influence of someone else. What I mean is that Roo corrupted me and I did bad things, which I don’t remember…”
It’s obvious he feels very guilty and he hugs the speaker slinking into her golden feathers.
“Roo??” the Speaker returns the hug. “Oh, my dear child, I’m so sorry….”
Michale nodded, while he was buried against her.
“I’m mad at her, but I’m mad at myself for Ben more, because I nearly killed Lucifer ! And now Lilith hates me and I don’t know maybe he does too! He should! I’m a terrible person.”
“Have you tried explaining yourself to them?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.
“I did! She said I was making things up! I swear I wasn’t speaker! I’m telling the truth! You believe me right?”
He asks his voice is already shaking.
The Speaker gently ran a hand through Michael’s hair. “Of course I believe you…. If I may be blunt, you aren’t good at faking tears.”
Michael looked up at her. “You do? That’s good… even Raphael is disappointed in me. And how did you know that? “
Indeed Michael was a terrible actor who couldn’t lie if his life depended on it.
“I believe it comes with your additional struggles with lying, my dear Michael.”
Michael’s wings droop again. “Intent doesn’t really change what happened … I still killed a few sinners…”
“Whilst being corrupted….”
“Yes but does it really change anything?”
“It changes a lot.”
Michael raises a brow. “How? Didn’t I still do bad things? I nearly killed my twin!”
“Do you not feel remorse?”
Michael’s eyes widened and he said. “Of course I do! But does that change anything ? NO!”
“It changes a few things.”
Michael looks up at her. “How?”
“A bad person does not feel remorse for their actions.” Boop!
Michael startles at the sudden boop. “Did you just boop me?” He pauses for a moment. “But I guess you are right…”
The Speaker giggles. “Yes, you’ve been booped. It works every time :>”
He crosses his arms and pouts. “I’m not a child!”
“I know.”
“Then why did you boop my nose?”
“One is never too old for boops!”
— @michael-heavenly-knight—
He carefully knocks on her door with a tense expression. “Hello? Speaker? Um… can I talk to you? Well if you have time of course…”
The Speaker perked up. “What is it you seek, dear Michael?”
He walks up to the speaker. He looks very sad and still has a small cut on his neck, which he tried to hide with the collar of his shirt.
“… I really need your guidance…”
The Speaker frowned, noticing the cut still. Poor thing….
“With what?”
Michael sighs and starts speaking.
“I may have done something terrible, while under the influence of someone else. What I mean is that Roo corrupted me and I did bad things, which I don’t remember…”
It’s obvious he feels very guilty and he hugs the speaker slinking into her golden feathers.
“Roo??” the Speaker returns the hug. “Oh, my dear child, I’m so sorry….”
Michale nodded, while he was buried against her.
“I’m mad at her, but I’m mad at myself for Ben more, because I nearly killed Lucifer ! And now Lilith hates me and I don’t know maybe he does too! He should! I’m a terrible person.”
“Have you tried explaining yourself to them?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.
“I did! She said I was making things up! I swear I wasn’t speaker! I’m telling the truth! You believe me right?”
He asks his voice is already shaking.
The Speaker gently ran a hand through Michael’s hair. “Of course I believe you…. If I may be blunt, you aren’t good at faking tears.”
Michael looked up at her. “You do? That’s good… even Raphael is disappointed in me. And how did you know that? “
Indeed Michael was a terrible actor who couldn’t lie if his life depended on it.
“I believe it comes with your additional struggles with lying, my dear Michael.”
Michael’s wings droop again. “Intent doesn’t really change what happened … I still killed a few sinners…”
“Whilst being corrupted….”
“Yes but does it really change anything?”
“It changes a lot.”
Michael raises a brow. “How? Didn’t I still do bad things? I nearly killed my twin!”
“Do you not feel remorse?”
Michael’s eyes widened and he said. “Of course I do! But does that change anything ? NO!”
“It changes a few things.”
Michael looks up at her. “How?”
“A bad person does not feel remorse for their actions.” Boop!
Michael startles at the sudden boop. “Did you just boop me?” He pauses for a moment. “But I guess you are right…”
The Speaker giggles. “Yes, you’ve been booped. It works every time :>”
He crosses his arms and pouts. “I’m not a child!”
“I know.”
— @michael-heavenly-knight—
He carefully knocks on her door with a tense expression. “Hello? Speaker? Um… can I talk to you? Well if you have time of course…”
The Speaker perked up. “What is it you seek, dear Michael?”
He walks up to the speaker. He looks very sad and still has a small cut on his neck, which he tried to hide with the collar of his shirt.
“… I really need your guidance…”
The Speaker frowned, noticing the cut still. Poor thing….
“With what?”
Michael sighs and starts speaking.
“I may have done something terrible, while under the influence of someone else. What I mean is that Roo corrupted me and I did bad things, which I don’t remember…”
It’s obvious he feels very guilty and he hugs the speaker slinking into her golden feathers.
“Roo??” the Speaker returns the hug. “Oh, my dear child, I’m so sorry….”
Michale nodded, while he was buried against her.
“I’m mad at her, but I’m mad at myself for Ben more, because I nearly killed Lucifer ! And now Lilith hates me and I don’t know maybe he does too! He should! I’m a terrible person.”
“Have you tried explaining yourself to them?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.
“I did! She said I was making things up! I swear I wasn’t speaker! I’m telling the truth! You believe me right?”
He asks his voice is already shaking.
The Speaker gently ran a hand through Michael’s hair. “Of course I believe you…. If I may be blunt, you aren’t good at faking tears.”
Michael looked up at her. “You do? That’s good… even Raphael is disappointed in me. And how did you know that? “
Indeed Michael was a terrible actor who couldn’t lie if his life depended on it.
“I believe it comes with your additional struggles with lying, my dear Michael.”
Michael’s wings droop again. “Intent doesn’t really change what happened … I still killed a few sinners…”
“Whilst being corrupted….”
“Yes but does it really change anything?”
“It changes a lot.”
Michael raises a brow. “How? Didn’t I still do bad things? I nearly killed my twin!”
“Do you not feel remorse?”
Michael’s eyes widened and he said. “Of course I do! But does that change anything ? NO!”
“It changes a few things.”
Michael looks up at her. “How?”
“A bad person does not feel remorse for their actions.” Boop!
Michael startles at the sudden boop. “Did you just boop me?” He pauses for a moment. “But I guess you are right…”
The Speaker giggles. “Yes, you’ve been booped. It works every time :>”
— @michael-heavenly-knight—
He carefully knocks on her door with a tense expression. “Hello? Speaker? Um… can I talk to you? Well if you have time of course…”
The Speaker perked up. “What is it you seek, dear Michael?”
He walks up to the speaker. He looks very sad and still has a small cut on his neck, which he tried to hide with the collar of his shirt.
“… I really need your guidance…”
The Speaker frowned, noticing the cut still. Poor thing….
“With what?”
Michael sighs and starts speaking.
“I may have done something terrible, while under the influence of someone else. What I mean is that Roo corrupted me and I did bad things, which I don’t remember…”
It’s obvious he feels very guilty and he hugs the speaker slinking into her golden feathers.
“Roo??” the Speaker returns the hug. “Oh, my dear child, I’m so sorry….”
Michale nodded, while he was buried against her.
“I’m mad at her, but I’m mad at myself for Ben more, because I nearly killed Lucifer ! And now Lilith hates me and I don’t know maybe he does too! He should! I’m a terrible person.”
“Have you tried explaining yourself to them?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.
“I did! She said I was making things up! I swear I wasn’t speaker! I’m telling the truth! You believe me right?”
He asks his voice is already shaking.
The Speaker gently ran a hand through Michael’s hair. “Of course I believe you…. If I may be blunt, you aren’t good at faking tears.”
Michael looked up at her. “You do? That’s good… even Raphael is disappointed in me. And how did you know that? “
Indeed Michael was a terrible actor who couldn’t lie if his life depended on it.
“I believe it comes with your additional struggles with lying, my dear Michael.”
Michael’s wings droop again. “Intent doesn’t really change what happened … I still killed a few sinners…”
“Whilst being corrupted….”
“Yes but does it really change anything?”
“It changes a lot.”
Michael raises a brow. “How? Didn’t I still do bad things? I nearly killed my twin!”
“Do you not feel remorse?”
Michael’s eyes widened and he said. “Of course I do! But does that change anything ? NO!”
“It changes a few things.”
Michael looks up at her. “How?”
“A bad person does not feel remorse for their actions.” Boop!
— @michael-heavenly-knight—
He carefully knocks on her door with a tense expression. “Hello? Speaker? Um… can I talk to you? Well if you have time of course…”
The Speaker perked up. “What is it you seek, dear Michael?”
He walks up to the speaker. He looks very sad and still has a small cut on his neck, which he tried to hide with the collar of his shirt.
“… I really need your guidance…”
The Speaker frowned, noticing the cut still. Poor thing….
“With what?”
Michael sighs and starts speaking.
“I may have done something terrible, while under the influence of someone else. What I mean is that Roo corrupted me and I did bad things, which I don’t remember…”
It’s obvious he feels very guilty and he hugs the speaker slinking into her golden feathers.
“Roo??” the Speaker returns the hug. “Oh, my dear child, I’m so sorry….”
Michale nodded, while he was buried against her.
“I’m mad at her, but I’m mad at myself for Ben more, because I nearly killed Lucifer ! And now Lilith hates me and I don’t know maybe he does too! He should! I’m a terrible person.”
“Have you tried explaining yourself to them?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.
“I did! She said I was making things up! I swear I wasn’t speaker! I’m telling the truth! You believe me right?”
He asks his voice is already shaking.
The Speaker gently ran a hand through Michael’s hair. “Of course I believe you…. If I may be blunt, you aren’t good at faking tears.”
Michael looked up at her. “You do? That’s good… even Raphael is disappointed in me. And how did you know that? “
Indeed Michael was a terrible actor who couldn’t lie if his life depended on it.
“I believe it comes with your additional struggles with lying, my dear Michael.”
Michael’s wings droop again. “Intent doesn’t really change what happened … I still killed a few sinners…”
“Whilst being corrupted….”
“Yes but does it really change anything?”
“It changes a lot.”
Michael raises a brow. “How? Didn’t I still do bad things? I nearly killed my twin!”
“Do you not feel remorse?”
Michael’s eyes widened and he said. “Of course I do! But does that change anything ? NO!”
“It changes a few things.”
