Fallens are not suited to watch over.

Iturea Shadarach Cherub, now dubbed supposed 'Cupid' of this world. Was once the guardian angel of Saint Valentine. Now has fallen from Heaven and ensures the memory of the Saint. Of Love and Remembrance of those who keep close to their hearts. Information located here. [A sort of independent rotg RP blog.] All art by me unless stated otherwise.

[keruvayim]

"Was I asleep for so long that everyone had disappeared...? At least that man of darkness has disappeared from this earth."

[themusesgrove]

[Gently takes her hand.] "I have not seen you for such a long time. I pray that you have been well."

Muse had turned, hearing someone walk close, but hadn’t even expected him of all people. She had only frozen when she had turned around and he had taken her hand, wide-eyed, and her mouth dropped open.

"I-Iturea?" Her face instantly broke into a gigantic grin, and she hugged him as tight as she could, jumping up and down as she did."ITUREA!! OH MY GOODNESS!!!" she shouted into his robes. She was so happy to see him, she thought she was going to burst.

[keruvayim]

The Cherub was quite startled by Muse's reaction. Confused, he slowly placed an arm around her, his gaze looking down to her. A smile slowly etched onto his features and he gave a small nod. "Yes...it is me. I had been asleep for such a long time." The cherub laughed lightly. "It is good to know you are still in high spirits since our last meet."

[keruvayim]

"Ah...they say when an angel sleeps, they can sleep for quite a long time. I was...quite exhausted from my last battle."

[keruvayim]

I am really tempted to bring this account back to life.))

[keruvayim]

[observando]

[keruvayim]

I pray all of you have truly had a wonderful day. I apologize that I do not shoot 'arrows' as many would believe.

[keruvayim]

(( Hello! I just have to say your way of drawing is just askjgfgklb ))

((Aw thank you so much! I haven't drawn much of my Cherub as of late ;_; But I appreciate the comment<3333))

[keruvayim]

Today is unimportant. {gives a rose and leaves.}

Yet for me it has all the meaning in the world. [Takes the rose and presses it against its lips.] I would think your touch would wilt such beauty.Do not see this day for love. It is of remembrance of those we have known in our lives. 

[keruvayim]

VALENTINE'S DAY REQUESTS

Hello!

Since today is valentine’s day, I’m opening up requests for HEADSHOTS <3

They’ll look like this~ <3 I wish to spread something special in my own way since I’m not very active! So please just message me or even reblog this post on what you’d like!

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

[keruvayim]

My Saint Valentine.

Perhaps a blessing that none could see the fallen Cherub. It proved to be in its favor that it could wander the world with no one to bother it. 

This year, Iturea had taken a turn and ended up in the beautiful city of Rome. It was different. Tourists from around the world to gaze at the ancient city. Iturea had saw it once in it's glory long ago. Although it was still not accustomed to the modern world...No. Shake the thought off.

There was a special place the Cherub needed to go. For today was a blessed day. A day that Iturea dare not forget. It was Valentines Day. It was a shame as the modern world had all but forgotten the origin of this day. Only those of faith knew of the Saint who the day was formed on.

Saint Valentine..

Iturea was inside but a small chapel in Rome. A service was occurring. Saint Valentine's 'feast' day. Of course none could see the Cherub,it stood quietly by the altar. Listening to Italian and Latin tongue speak out the service. The consumption of the Lord's son flesh and blood. Old traditions from so long ago that still were practiced. Iturea felt strong. The faith of the people keeping it up in this world.

After the service, all was quiet in the chapel. Just the murmur of the candles flickering in the room. A tapestry of Saint Valentine's image hung from the wall, Iturea stood before it. Gently, it placed a hand and lowered it's head.

"My Saint Valentine, I ask if you are in peace. In heaven do the angels sing of your heart? On this day do you please the people of this world? ...I miss you dearly. I miss the sound of your voice. The kindness in your heart. I do not understand why you must be a martyr to this world. Why must you have been killed by such greedy humans?" Iturea gripped onto the tapestry.

"I keep your name alive. I bless those who open their hearts. Yet this day has lost it's true meaning. I despise the ideals it has brought. No, it is of remembrance of the ones close to your heart. Of your name." It brought a hand to its face and wiped its eyes.

"Why did you have to die. Even after your death I will always be your guardian angel. Allow me on this day to spread your love to those in faith. I will bring them the happiness that they deserve." Iturea's wings tucked back before it pulled away and looked to the image. A small smile lined it's face.

"My dear saint, I will always love you.'

[keruvayim]

This blessed day

In which we remember your name. Your sacrifices naught to be forgotten. Of love and remembrance, we pray in your name. For our loved ones, For those dear in our hearts; Least never forget you, On this Valentine's Day.

[keruvayim]

((ONe MORE WEEK ONE MORE WEEK)

[keruvayim]

((Im so excited to be around Valentine's Day. Ahhh, the feast of Saint Valentine will be nice *V*))

[keruvayim]

(( Can I just say that the mun is the cutest person I have ever seen, like cuter than puppies and kittens. ♥♡♥ ))

((SFUIGFSIGFFSUISGIUFSFS Q___Q fsuifasgfa wow you're too sweet ahhhh omg

the mun also has ear-tails

One day I will do a draw/RP with you, senpai Q__Q))

[keruvayim]

((u  _ u oh please send me anons.))

[fallengeneral]

          {♔} Perhaps it wasn’t actual Hell by definition, but Pitch had no reason to see that this place wasn’t the dreaded world that no one really wanted themselves to be stuck upon. After all, how could immortals become stuck upon this Earth and be unable to leave without it being some sort of punishment? One could possibly find a happiness to grab onto, but it would be like gripping onto a shard of sharp glass with ridges cutting into your skin no matter how you tried to hold it tightly within your grasp. It was pointless, to say the least, to not accept this fate as some sort of retribution from whatever pure entities still remained in the vast Universe. Still, that didn’t mean that each couldn’t find their own way of having fun. 

That is to say, right now Pitch was more than elated- feeding off of every twitch of fear the fallen Cherub held within its so very tainted soul- watching the plumage of feathers around the creature’s neck bristle at each quickened breath. The torment and inner turmoil was simply delicious, creating an etched grin upon his darkened features that not even he could hold back or stifle. It would seem this fight was a lot less serious in his own diluted mind, but that could perhaps be due to the fact that the Nightmare King was nothing more than a personification of Fear- and that was all he knew. Sympathy, empathy, or remorse was not part of the list. 

The pure rage, the utter determination that drew up a fire within the ‘Cupid’s soul seemed to prove enough for him to survive the first wave of blackness completely encasing him, throwing him in a well of darkness to which no light could escape. But heat was another matter altogether and that would prove useful to the holy entity- golden hues narrowing as he watched his own sand melt to the point of fine-grass like crystals that shattered around the screeching animals protruding from Iturea’s sides- melodious to hear each tune of agony being played for his own enjoyment.

Still, the burn to his tainted touch did not go unnoticed and by now Pitch had assumed that the very essence of his core could not only burn, but completely hurt his opponent- watching as a few of those eyes were closed and muddied black; blind to the world around them and the environment they had only just saw. Beautiful, really, how a creature such as this could fall so low and yet still fight for their twisted ideas of justice and righteousness. To verbally taunt him further would be pointless, at this point the King was simply a bystander as his pawns played out the scene before his darkened gaze.

Watching the blood drip around every curve of the Cherub, he simply allowed another slow smile to adorn his features while the crimson liquid left the body that needed it so badly at a time like this. In destroying a part of his ‘army’, he had hurt himself and perhaps that alone would be his downfall. Only time could tell and it would be telling it soon, that becoming apparent as his attacker took on the same stance as before- just to ask for more.

The lithe figure’s chin tilted upwards, watching the onslaught of fire before he flicked his wrist- a more faithful mare stomping its feet and appearing right beneath his legs. Taking its mane as a bridle, he rode across the dark sands beneath the beasts feet to get out of the way, turning with a pleased laugh and allowing an arrow of his own to form within his palm. Onyx turned upon command, his body shifted to get the right angle- letting the makeshift arrow made of pure darkness pierce through the air and direct itself towards Iturea in a blur of a fluid motion. While the fallen was attempting to burn and destroy more of the blackened sands that the Sandman had once commanded, perhaps it had remained too unfocused to notice the oncoming dangers from the otherwise docile-acting King.

As said before, only time will tell.

[keruvayim]

That silence came again.

It was quiet, even through the fury of rage and fire. Iturea could feel that something was not right. Its body had gone numb, almost melting before it. The Cherub's eyes upon its wings one by one began to close. The ebony sands that were ready to envelope its form began to fall away. A powerfully sharp arrow had pierced its form. It felt as if darkness itself was creeping into Iturea's blood. The eagle and rams head, eyes both closed, and they collapsed off from Iturea's body. Turning into stone before breaking against the ground. It could feel it. Its power weakened far too much from this. It was almost serene watching the collapse of this creature from one piercing arrow. How ironic. That 'Cupid' would be fell by a darkened arrow.

Iturea lifted its head and began to dive downward from the air. As it did, black feathers began to fall away from its body. Engulfed in fire and feather, it would meet with the earth soon enough. As it did, feathers exploded and the fire faded away. The fallen's masked form began to show.

Weakened and now with a dark arrow seeping into its body. It was painful. Just as painful as its own fall. Iturea was surrounded by black feathers as they began to burn on the ground. Surrounded by the broken heads of its true form. White wings twitched. It wanted to reach for the arrow out of its back. Make the pain stop, please..

Just as when Michael brought down his blade against the Cherub's face. The terrible burn it left. Burning forever. To feel the pain of going against someone so mighty. The pain it felt now creeping through its body.

Where had the king of darkness gone? It could barely make out any blurred figures in the darkness that surrounded the area. Damn it, damn it. Iturea had little holy power left to even protect itself. A barrier that could not be formed. No light of the Holy Spirit to heal it. Useless and pathetic. The King was right, this was the Hell that Iturea had feared.