Dormant

Indie Hazbin Hotel Fan Character RP Blog for Big G Written by Shade

[cast-you-dxwn]

“I am not a furry. I swear.”

[hxly-fxther]

“A furry? I haven’t the faintest clue what you are talking about.”

“Care to enlighten me?”

[hxly-fxther]

Caroline, adopted egg child of Seraph looks up, and up... And falls over trying to look that far up. "Hello!" She waves.

The being leans down closer to the young one who would find a little pillow that cushioned her fall that certainly wasn’t there before. “Hello to you, little Caroline. It’s wonderful to meet you.” Hopefully with him leaning down so far she doesn’t have to look so far up at him. “Enjoying the pillow? You may keep it.”

[hxly-fxther]

Where do our prayers go, once uttered?

“To my ears of course! Have you forgotten what a prayer is? I hear all of them. All the time. You would be surprised how loud they can get.”

[hxly-fxther]

Do you pick on your children? Tease them? Poke or prod them? Anyone you pick on the most?

“Pick on them? Heavens no.”

“Of course, it can feel like that at times. However, it is always for their betterment. A blind turtle can walk only so far before hitting a tree.”

[hxly-fxther]

{🔥} - "Hello, Lord Father." Big G's most duitiful daughter will never fail to greet him when he blesses them with his presence.

“Yahbel! Come to join me for some tea?” With a wave of his hand a table and tea set for two is summoned with two chairs that looked as comfortable as patio furniture bought at a local supermarket. “Earl Grey fine with you?”

[hxly-fxther]

“How very disappointing. For one so intelligent I would have expected different. My words confuse? Or do you find them hard to swallow?”

[avispatr]

" You will not my time further with your nonsense. Consider yourself rebuked."

[hxly-fxther]

“How horribly daft it is to upturn your nose at your creator. However, if that is what you wish then you will continue to have my silence. Goodbye Paimon, pining for attention is, and never will be, a goal of mine and I will not start now.”

[avispatr]

" I have long since abandoned attempting to lend my ear to the creator. His words are intentionally used to perplex, to avoid clear communication so that inexperienced minds think him wise. He promotes none but confusion."

[hxly-fxther]

“How very disappointing. For one so intelligent I would have expected different. My words confuse? Or do you find them hard to swallow?”

[hxly-fxther]

Do you like to dance? What is your favorite style?

“Ah, the art of dance and celebration. Such a beautiful skill possessed by so many creatures. I have no need to dance, myself and I couldn’t pick just one that I’m am the most fondest of, doing so would be akin to saying which of all my creations is my favorite and that simply cannot be answered. Do tell me yours however.”

[danger-tits-lute]

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Just pretend like He can't see you and you can't see him. He's not here. You're not here. Back away slowly...

[hxly-fxther]

“Well if it isn’t Lute! My favorite trouble maker apart of the most…” Well, he’s spoke himself into a hole here. “Apart of the Exorcists. How are you doing?”

[morsinplumis]

She sees god has returned to fill his quota of being insufferably cryptic.

[hxly-fxther]

“And you’re still here not figuring it out. If I gave all the answers, what else would there be to life? Surely you wouldn’t want a magician to reveal their tricks and instead try to figure them out. Yes?”

[hxly-fxther]

“Once again I’m baffled at the amount of fear most have for me. Have I not said multiple times that all I feel is love for all of my creations?”

“It’s not as if I would do something entirely irrational like oh… Summon large creatures from the void that would destroy all of creation itself if Heaven and Hell couldn’t pull together and fight back thereby learning a lesson that only when understanding one another could they move forward.”

“That would be insane!”

[hxly-fxther]

What are your views on mixed angelic/demonic breeds? Such as Nephilims?

“Unity!”

[hxly-fxther]

“SHIT HE’S BACK. EVERYONE, SCATTER!!!”

“Oh dear. You know the saying I’m quite sure. I’ll start and you finish.”

“You can run…”

[danger-tits-lute]

@dick-meister continued from x

That was the second time he'd asked her and his question weighed heavily in her soul. There were strict rules for guardians in the way they interacted with their charges, not that it had begun that way. When she was cast to Earth with him, no one had yet determined the process for such a task. She had been on her own, instructionless, helpless, just as he and Eve had been. All three of them had to figure out how to survive and live in this harsh new world outside of paradise.

Over time, when they had created the first family, angels were born and bred for the new job of protecting humanity. There were rules now, a process to be trained upon, and strict adherence to form and duty. It hadn't included her, but she knew of it. The last thing she wanted was to put this job at risk and leave him either defenseless, as she met whatever fate the Seraphim decided she had earned, or in the care of someone less dedicated than her. But...

If he could see her now, that meant he was closer to his Earthly death; surely it wouldn't matter much if she spent that time by his side. She feared for her future, the sickening feeling of her fate being the same as her sisters creeping into her. She knew death awaited her when her task was finished. Was there any greater punishment they could give her for breaking such rules now? Had she not earned the slightest bit of happiness in keeping him company in his last days? Her gaze turned away from him, choosing to study his humble home instead. The memories of hiding in corners and watching over the first man, the second woman, and their children flipping through her mind, always unable to interact with them but desperately wanting the company of people she loved so dearly.

"Lute will." Her gaze snapped back to him, the scent of his cooking hitting her senses once more. There was something about this prospect that she clung to inside, that screamed and kicked and held fast to like she had done to her sisters when they were stolen. This time she would not let the Seraphim steal what little comfort and happiness she could be afforded before her death. Selfishness was unholy, but perhaps she had been unholy from the beginning. Is that why the High Seraphim had locked them away from the rest of Heaven? Had them destroyed when it was useful for him? If this is what made her unholy, then she did not care.

"Lute will keep Adam company for as long as he wishes."

[danger-tits-lute]

He spoke slowly enough for her to follow along, her voice soft and wavering in apprehension. It was a little difficult to follow as her mind translated his human language, but she diligently followed along the best she could.

"Dear Father... Lute thanks Father for the blessing of many foods, for the good weather and continued healthiness of Adam and peoples he loves. Lute and Adam thanks Father for his kindness, and graceness, and mercy and strongness to handle bad timings.... Amens."

Unbeknownst to her, as she had her eyes closed in reverence, a golden aura around her glowed as she communicated with the big man upstairs. Her soul connected to the higher powers above, something that hadn't happened in a very long time. Not since the days before her sisters had been Silenced and they had spent their days doing His will in creating Eden and Earth for Adam and humanity.

It was a feeling of serenity that came over her that surprised her the most; she thought she would feel nothing other than silliness at the uncommon task. Maybe it was doing something special with Adam that created such peace in her, or perhaps it simply felt nice to address someone she admired and had dedicated her existence to. Whatever it was, she smiled softly, pleased to have partaken in this human ritual with him.

[hxly-fxther]

A tiny blip of a feeling.

Somewhere so far away, or perhaps not far. The ‘Big Man Upstairs’ stands with one hand atop another that steadies his stance with a cane, looking up the long rows of books that circle his space. Everything that is, was and will be. Such a vast ray of knowledge and yet, surprise was always around the corner as the first thing that comes to him is a warmth on his right hand, and then the words hit his ears. For once, four eyes open wider in the second of surprise before settling down into contentment.

Oh poor girl, the way she spoke her prayer. How long until the First Man knows the truth she holds from him? That truth… The first domino that falls… The decision that begins a real change in Heaven at the cost of so much. Little would they know of the many branching paths that lie before them.

For now, the deity would let her know that he listens, that he’s heard her words and that would come in the form of a feeling. A hand upon her shoulder, a fatherly one that says ‘You are on the right path. Good job. I believe in you.’

That should be enough to give her the courage and strength needed to continue on. From here, it is in their hands of how they proceed and sure enough… Father will be watching.

[danger-tits-lute]

Hello Father.

Is my job completed?

Will Adam be alright?

I missed you.

@hxly-fxther

[hxly-fxther]

Such a beautiful thing to see, it’s often that the souls Father creates sees the afterlife as some end to a greater purpose. In fact, it is so much farther from the case. It was a second life, another chance to right the wrongs done in the life before and make something of yourself for the better of others. After all, life could not flourish by itself, it always needed assistance, even the being with all the knowledge in the universe knew that sometimes… The hands of another is needed to push you.

Her response to his question brings back the smile that typically accompanies Fathers features. He could have waved the tears away from her eyes, but instead he chooses the sentimental option. A tissue, he wipes her cheeks free of joyful tears to see her smiling face.

“Good.” The voice that comes from the being reverberates through the walls of this place of forever and never. “I envy you, I will never feel the way you do about companionship. I hope the life you have lived was one filled with everything that I cannot understand.”

“Alas, as life does, the show must go on.”

Standing to his feet, a snap of his fingers and there before them summons none other than the piano of hers. A gentle hand places itself on her back and he ushers her to the seating, both of them sit, both of them lay their hands on perfect porcelain keys. The song that is thought of is immediate, they know they lyrics, the keys, the movements, and with her help, they could make it a masterpiece.

There was just one last question to be had…

“Would you like to sing it, or shall I?”

[danger-tits-lute]

She let his gentle touch wipe her tears away, smiling up at him with gratitude and love. She thought back to her life; she had experienced many things, some bad, some good, filled with care, excitement, creativity, fear, pain, sorrow, determination, strength... love. None of which were in vain. She had cared for her sisters and for Eden, her sorrow at the loss of them shaping her strength and determination to keep Adam and his kin safe, loving them and him fiercely, leading to the joy she gave him in his last years and not allowing him to isolate himself in silence. She created a lasting influence on not just him but many people. Companionship. It marks you. Changes parts of your soul and creates a ripple through others.

She looked down at her hands in thought, noticing that they bore the little lines of cuts she hadn't had time to properly heal before Adam died. Before she died. Just like how Adam's human body scarred and set visible reminders of the things he had been through and the lessons he had learned, she had a reminder of the love and companionship she held with him.

She had done a good job.

She looked up at her piano, sitting with him at the keys. She hoped Adam was able to feel her play.

May I?

[hxly-fxther]

It wasn't often that God himself would take a back seat and let someone else lead the show, but for this special occasion? For her? He would allow her to have the spotlight.

The room around them begins to dim as if someone had turned the lights down like a performance was about to start. It is a magical thing to see someone express their passion, to play and sing as if no one was watching them, but there are others in the crowed, there are eyes on her and they watched her and only her, not the God that sits next to her. No, this isn't his story, it is hers. One of love, strife, longing, growth and as tragic as it may be... It ends with not a goodbye, but a hopeful promise to the one person it truly mattered the most.

One note plays, the room darkens further, a solitary light falls upon the pair, another note, then another. Father shuts his eyes and allows existence to be as still as time would allow it, letting this moment play on for as long as necessary. They play the song in perfect sync and her voice sings, it is heard for all to enjoy but only sang for one person alone and it is exactly how Father expected it to be.

A masterpiece.

[danger-tits-lute]

Hello Father.

Is my job completed?

Will Adam be alright?

I missed you.

@hxly-fxther

[hxly-fxther]

Such a beautiful thing to see, it’s often that the souls Father creates sees the afterlife as some end to a greater purpose. In fact, it is so much farther from the case. It was a second life, another chance to right the wrongs done in the life before and make something of yourself for the better of others. After all, life could not flourish by itself, it always needed assistance, even the being with all the knowledge in the universe knew that sometimes… The hands of another is needed to push you.

Her response to his question brings back the smile that typically accompanies Fathers features. He could have waved the tears away from her eyes, but instead he chooses the sentimental option. A tissue, he wipes her cheeks free of joyful tears to see her smiling face.

“Good.” The voice that comes from the being reverberates through the walls of this place of forever and never. “I envy you, I will never feel the way you do about companionship. I hope the life you have lived was one filled with everything that I cannot understand.”

“Alas, as life does, the show must go on.”

Standing to his feet, a snap of his fingers and there before them summons none other than the piano of hers. A gentle hand places itself on her back and he ushers her to the seating, both of them sit, both of them lay their hands on perfect porcelain keys. The song that is thought of is immediate, they know they lyrics, the keys, the movements, and with her help, they could make it a masterpiece.

There was just one last question to be had…

“Would you like to sing it, or shall I?”

[danger-tits-lute]

Hello Father.

Is my job completed?

Will Adam be alright?

I missed you.

@hxly-fxther

[hxly-fxther]

And here she was. Such a soul with so much fortitude and determination, she loved hard and experienced more than what any angel would hope to in their eternal lifetime. She stands in the middle of the office where everything begins and ends. Rows and rows of books that line the circular office with no doorway in, standing tall and extending impossibly upwards.

Then, of course, as always. There is a desk, a chair, a chalkboard and… The being themselves.

However. Father stands to his feet, he walks around the desk and kneels down in front of her. Such a tall humanoid figure doesn’t wish to be imposing, even if he is, in a way, talking to himself.

“Yes. It is. He will be.” In time of course. All wounds heal, though scars stay. But that is life, and if asked, Father would know that Adam would see days of happiness again, regardless of where he was and what he surrounded himself with.

“I missed you, dear.” He reassures her, a hand slowly resting upon her shoulder, another moving and producing a crystal ball. “Would you like to see… A happy day of his to come?”

[danger-tits-lute]

A human soul, capable of feeling the crushing weight of the power before them, might be frightened in this interaction. Lute was not afraid; she felt secure in Father's presence, the same feeling when they connected through carrying out his will.

This wasn't exactly her home; that would forever be the cabin by the lake on Earth she shared with Adam, but this place gave her comfort. She was born here. She belonged here. The only turmoil she felt related to Adam and how he would manage without her. She knew it would be a long road to healing but if she could see the end of that road and know that he would still be able to experience the peace he deserved, she would be able to fully rest.

Father's touch eased her anxiety as he produced the crystal ball before her. What a wonderful gift for all her hard work.

Yes.

I would like to see him happy.

[hxly-fxther]

“Of course. Let us watch together.”

It is immediate how the ball begins to project an image. Little scenes of a good day, one that takes place for from when Lute had left.

The First Father resides in Hell, wings gone from his back but that does not affect him. There is his family within the temple he had built, relationships repaired, happy faces, wide smiles and time to make up what had once been damaged.

His faith still held together with iron resolve, The First Father loves the Lord and his duty he had given himself would be that of guidance for the souls that reside in Hell. A Father never stopped being a parent, even in the afterlife. It is a difficult task, one that is seen as an impossibility, but he knows his faith will bring success.

Though, there is one other duty he had given himself… Each night was the same, no matter how he felt, no matter how much energy he had, Adam would go see her.

In a large room, the walls painted with the stark image and memory he had of Eden. All the animals he could fit, plants, trees, the blue sky, the sun… Everything that they had built was all seemingly fit on these walls and in the middle of the room, a chair, a table, a wooden bowl and whittling tool… And a glass coffin.

Within held the Angel he loved so dearly, more than Eden itself. It is clear that these walls were not meant for him, they were meant to keep the Angel company as if to bring her as close to her sisters as possible while he was away.

The Elder man takes a seat, the bowl in his hand and the tool. And he talks. Anything that comes to mind. His day, how his children are, memories he had of the past… The man simply sits there and talks with a smile that both speaks of his healing and how much he dearly misses her.

Never one day did he miss doing this. It would be his paradise, one kept from everyone else, forever more.

The image on the ball would soon slowly fade and he would pocket it before looking at the Will of his. A gentle sigh, a moment of silence, she deserved it, the respect of letting her feel the conclusion of her work, her impact on the First Man and the happiness she had always brought him, a job not even the great being could accomplish the two times he tried.

Soon, Father speaks. “Are you satisfied with what you have accomplished?”