Power of Mercy

  Zadkiel  │ Immortal │ She/Her │ Angel  

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Outside Help || Zadkiel & Kali

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kali-ravenswood:

Outside Ravenswood Library Temple of Vasu Island @ofvioletflames

Kali was perched on the edge of the small salt coated cliff just outside the Ravenswood Library. The snow wasn’t coming down on the island at the moment; she had ordered a few of her most trusted Guild members to manipulate the weather around the building to keep it from freezing over. Kali worried about the library too much, and the last thing on her mind had to keep an eye on the structure because of environmental issues. But from this perch she could see how the landscape far out in the countryside was a blanket of white– it was peaceful.

“I’m sorry for meeting out here with you, I got a message from the Temple about you inquiring about helping out with some cases a while ago, and I couldn’t find much time to see you any sooner.”

Kali hoped the striking woman wouldn’t mind the amount of time it took Kali to be not just hunted down in the library but dragged out of it. Her nose was reddening from the chilly weather, but when she turned towards Zadkiel, she seemed calm regardless of the craze of events most of the country was aware of.

“It’s a shame these small covens in Leeds can’t be happy with what is around them. All recorded and kept safe in my Library documents time and time again that they eventually ruin themselves with such selfish use of the magic, but this year is different– this demonic branch of magic is extremely dangerous. Do you know about it?” she asked.  

When Zadkiel finally found the little Ravenswood girl, she pulled back the hood of her cloak. Tiny specks of snowflakes had attached themselves to her from head to toe, covering her in a second coat of white. She stood still for a moment before she approached the other though, appreciating the little spark of magic that surrounded them. It would never fail to put the angel in a state of awe. Humans, would never fail to impress her.

“Do not worry. I was rather busy myself, there’s no need to be sorry.” No formalities here. She spoke the truth.

Zadkiel’s face was without an expression as she positioned herself next to the redhead, feet planted firmly into the ground. She always looked ready, always steeled; but also calm. Although she was aware that the Ravenswood name was well-known and rightfully so, she couldn’t help but wonder why it was Kali who had been chosen to give her a few more cases this time around. The human was young. In how far was she associated with the Temple? What kind of role did she play?

Her gaze became slightly distant and blurry as a wave of memories washed over her rationale. Zadkiel nodded.

“Demonic... I suppose so, yes. I’ve fought against it in the past, at a time when it didn’t have a name yet–when it was merely known as evil.” As Lucifer and his terrible jealousy. As someone who once belonged to her kin and was no more. Nobody knew what had happened to the Fallen one as soon as he had been banished to Hell; of what lurked there. At least not in its entirety yet.

“I can tell you more if you wish. Interested?” A knowing but also grim smirk spread on her lips. “But first, I want to hear your opinion. What do you know about it?”

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kaorym:

I saw a star rise high in the

Evening sky, It hung like a jewel, Softly shining.  I saw a star fade in the Evening sky, The dark was too deep and so light died, Softly pining. For what might have been, For what never was.  For a life, long lived

For a love half given.

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Constantine waved their hand as if to swat those words from penetrating his conscious. It was almost naive to think of any species in such perfection, humanity would find ways to corrupt themselves, and at the end of it, there would be nothing anyone could do about it. Constantine took a little relief knowing Zadkiel noticed the influences were the factors of change, but they also thought it wasn’t in their best interest to have curiosity in the area. Without questions how did anyone find answers? How did one even know they were speaking the truth then?

“Truth binds me to life. I am a creature who has spent most of my life in the void of space. Coming to Earth brings sounds, emotions, a sight unlike nowhere else in the universe. Earth is painfully unique, which is likely why I inquire to understand so much,” Constantine bows lightly, enough to indicate they were leaving. “I have little interests in speaking to so many of your kind. I will look forward to seeing my friend in the far future when they are released. Hopefully, your choices here work out for them.”

There was a flicker of magic that rippled over him, a static of energy that broke apart every particle they were made up of until they collapsed in pixie dust and rose to form a blinding white orb. In a flash of this light the Fae was gone, a streak across Heaven’s sky like a meteor.

END.

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The chuckle that left them was a little ominous in tone, it reverberated off his bony chest more like a rumble, releasing a sound that didn’t fit the typical joyous laughter found on Earth. Constantine found Earth and humanity thrilling; their souls perfected little stars all on their own. Orpheus and many others were there harvesting said souls, plucking them before Azrael could find them and carry them here or now– where? This Hell rumors are spreading? What was this place, would Lucifer speak to the Fae?

Another chuckle, “What will I do without Mazalel, nothing to worry over. I will have to take care of it.” Constantine opened their wings a little, letting the light refract all the tiny particles of magic from his very creation. The air was different here as well as the scenery; it was a world of its own, beautiful they have to admit.

“This all sounds very familiar.” Constantine peered out from the bridge, the light of the realm feeding them energy and power. “You know, I often think on your Mighty One and how they allowed my kind to Earth so long ago. It is as if they knew humanity would eventually come and we would be able to be with them, use their souls to save my world, and look at that– their influence spread even into the Heavens to cause change.”

They paused.

“Humanity–, they can appear to be a disease or a cure. Human’s will are on a scale, whereas our own– if toppled in a particular direction of bad– risks us losing everything to corruption. My species struggle is moving back to balance– if they go too far, they turn into monsters. The question is, can your siblings experience what your Maker gave humanity and redeem themselves while being jailed? Will it even work though? Hrm, I’d like to know that when Mazalel is released.“

There was a break of eerie silence after Constantine had finished. Zadkiel simply fixed their gaze on them for a very long time, their mood and expression incognizable. Although this Fae seemed carefree and curious in a most cheerful and easy way, they sensed something more to them. Their questions were well worded and completely deliberate in essence. They were knowledgeable and would surely pick up on any useful information that stumbled upon their way.

How dangerous.

When Zadkiel finally spoke again, it was as though there hadn’t been a moment of silence at all. Their stance made it difficult to say whether hesitation or another sentiment had been the cause.

“Humanity has never been a disease.”

No. It would be utmost foolish of the angel to say anything else but this. Humanity was a creation of their Lord after all. Speaking ill of it was the same as speaking ill of themselves as well.

“Their existence has never been anything but a blessing, Fae. Though...,” they tilted their head slightly, “it seems every other factor that seeks to influence humanity is the primal disease.” Granted, angels excluded.

“It is not my place to entertain such ideas, I’m afraid. Nor yours. If you still however wish to quench your curiosity, I suggest you speak to Raziel. My lovely sibling tends to be rather... introverted however. It is likely that they won’t even initiate a conversation with you in the first place.”

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“This... and this. What are these?”

They held up a corset with one hand and a brush with the other. It’s been a day since Zadkiel had come to Earth and possessed a human vessel. They had chosen a woman it seemed. She was tall and slender, though weak. The body had no muscles and wasn’t fit, though they would make sure to change its state soon enough. Naza, that was her name. The angel frowned as they stepped in front of a plane of glass that reflected their appearance.

Brown, long waves of hair framed their face. They had full lips and a high nose. Strong eyebrows and very dark eyes too. They liked the features. They were far from their true form and yet still looked intense. Stable. Earthy.

“Now how do I use these...,” they raised the corset over their head and tried to attach it somehow. After a few attempts, they sighed and tossed it aside. “No, this doesn’t seem right.” Next came the brush. They studied first the soft side, then the back, then from every angle. Without knowledge whatsoever about any of the items that lay scattered all over Naza’s home, Zadkiel was at a loss. They began to use the blunt end of the brush to trace along their arm and chuckled. The motion felt funny. They’d never felt something like it before. Like this, their little treasure hunt continued. They found pots filled with cosmetic powders, average jewellery made out of a silvery material and dresses. So many dresses. 

“I don’t get it. How was she able to move in these?” They rummaged through several more wardrobes, cupboards and drawers.

It all came to an end however when someone knocked on the door to the small home. Shock came quickly to Zadkiel and they didn’t know how to react. Who was it? What was the proper way to behave? How would Naza behave? The reason why they were so keen about inspecting everything in here was to get to know more about their vessel. But this was a factor that they hadn’t even considered yet. Nevertheless, they opened the door and braced themselves.

“Naza! Where were you today? I’ve been waiting all this time!”

A round, elderly woman stood in front of them. Zadkiel could do nothing but stare, wide-eyed. She was angry. Very angry.

“I’m... sorry?”

“You better be, young woman. It was your idea to cook for the parentless children after all. I was all alone and it turned into such a mess.”

Hmm. So that’s what it was. Charity work. Very good.

“If you are indeed sorry, visit me tomorrow and help me out a bit in the gardens. I didn’t raise you into being a lazy and unreliable brat. Remember this!”

A few seconds of silence passed. Zadkiel blinked.

“Are you... okay?”

“Why?”

“Because you... you... you aren’t snapping back at me. Like you always do.”

“Is there a reason for me to snap back at you right now? You were right to scold me. And I’m fine.”

The lady raised her brows. It looked like she wanted to say more but she decided against it, hesitation clear as day in her eyes. Instead she turned around to walk away. “B-be on time tomorrow!”

Speechless, Zadkiel could only watch as she disappeared into the distance. She... raised Naza? She didn’t seem to be her mother though. How curious. It had been their plan to move on from Crescent Grove right away; but this encounter changed everything. There were more things to be explored here. It was probably one of the safest places given their circumstances as well. They would stay a little while longer to learn how to become a proper human. Or at least to play the part of one anyway.

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“I used to want to save the world. To end war and bring peace to mankind; but then I glimpsed the darkness that lives within their light. I learnt that inside every one of them there will always be both. The choice each must make for themselves — something no hero will ever defeat. And now I know… that only love can truly save the world. So now I stay, I fight, and I give — for the world I know can be. This is my mission now. Forever.”

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liucael:

If you ever need some angel music to meditate to the following are excellent choices:

The Protection of the Angels - Corciolli  (features tracks for Mikhael, Gabriel, Samael, Raphael, Tzadkiel, Anael, and Cassiel)

Ascension With Archangels - Roberto Coccia (features tracks for Michael, Chamuel, Uriel, Raphael, Gabriel, Jophiel, and Zadkiel)

Music of the Archangels: Chakra Blessings - Diana Killion Rutherford (features tracks for Michael, Raphael, Uriel, Gabriel, Metatron, and a general Heavenly Host)

Archanges (Archangels) Vol. 1 - Franck Nabet (features tracks for Ariel, Haniel, Jophiel, Raguel, Raphael, and Sandalphon)

Archanges (Archangels) Vol. 2 - Franck Nabet (features tracks for Azrael, Chamuel, Uriel, Michael, Zadkiel, Jeremiel, Metatron, and Raziel)

Archangels - Jared Clark (features tracks for Michael, Gabriel, Raphiel, Raziel, Haniel, Jeremiel, Metatron, Sandalphon, Ariel, Chamuel, Raguel, Uriel, Jophiel, Zadkiel, and Azrael)

A Promise Of Angels - Midori (features tracks for each of the classifications of angel)

Angels - David Hicken (features tracks for Celeste, Michael, Seraphina, Desirée, Uriel, Rosetta, Francesca, Indriel, Akasha,  Aurora, Raphael, and Gabriel)

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“What a complicated issue,” they mused. Constantine hadn’t walked this far into Heaven before, usually met near the gates or the gardens and they promptly left. It was nice to have an escort here, especially with Zadkiel. Constantine knew them only through rumors, whispers between the realms could pierce their distance and make their ways into waiting ears. Many Fae believed the angels’ were in disarray, that though they stood proudly in their maker’s glory in creation, they still risked corruption just as any creature did. Was that what transpired then? Would Heaven be a place that could fall apart like their world nearly did?

“I’m here for Mazalel; they were supposed to design a new constellation from a gathering of stars finally mature enough to be,” they dragged a clawed finger under their chin, catching on the bone mask. There was energy here in Heaven, likely from all the souls brought here to live for eternity. Constantine thought the design was one very well thought out, whereas their kind had to harvest souls from Earth to keep their world healthy, Heaven directly brought those worthy here without any problem.

It raised the question about where they went when they didn’t come here. Was that the problem they were facing now? Was there another realm those unworthy or tarnished souls went? And if so, who was watching over them– using them? Constantine’s desires for answers burned like a star in their center, and his black wings twitched and opened slightly while they walked.

“But they are not here for me, and though I probably shouldn’t know– I heard you imprisoned them. I can’t imagine such a lovely person like Mazalel would require this, but hmm. Then the question arises, doesn’t it? So, is it true?”

Mazalel. Of course. The beautiful sibling of constellations, the one who had the brilliant idea of getting the stars to gather into sparkling pictures so everyone on Earth could use the sky as a map to keep from getting lost. They had been bright and full of fascinating ideas–and yet, even they hadn’t been able to pass Zadkiel’s test. It was a cruel process in which every angels’ will to serve their Father was measured, where their innermost desires were brought to light, their limits, their everything. In this sense, Lucifer’s sins had destroyed so much more than only himself. He, who had thought that their order to love human kind more than anything else was ridiculous, which made him hate humanity and ultimately led him to his fall from grace as well. Doubt had been sparked alight among their kin, leaving behind those whose faith was dirtied and the lingering ghosts of those who’d left.

Zadkiel felt heavy and their soul weary. They, too, had changed significantly–it was impossible to change the minds of those who were beloved and not change along with them. The only sentiment which kept them moving was the one of duty. They loved Heaven and their people. And if by imprisoning and reconditioning them, their lives could be saved, then that’s what Zadkiel would pursue without hesitation.

They stopped as they stood on a mighty bridge which was made entirely out of crystals of all colors. The ceiling of the massive room was high and the ground nowhere in sight. There were several more of these bridges down below which connected one hallway to another. Zadkiel grasped the railing.

“Mazalel won’t be able to assist you with your project for a while. You have my deepest apologies for this.” Though their apologies were more likely directed at Mazalel than the Fae. “They are in no danger though, rest assured. I will make sure of that.”

Despite Free Will?

“Whatever is happening to them is certainly not undeserving. Our Lord is just and would never see us to any harm.”

Then what about Free Will?

“Another question, then. What do you seek to do with such knowledge? And what do you plan to do now without Mazalel’s assistance?”

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Heaven After Lucifer Fell – Before Fern Disappeared {First Era} @ofvioletflames

Constantine used to love their role in the Realm. It wasn’t a difficult job especially compared with Orpheus on Earth harvesting human souls with many others. They hadn’t seen their world look so perfect as if this year was the very year it finally crossed that point of being barren and lost and suddenly anew. That wasn’t entirely accurate, Constantine could be a dreamer when the void and vacuum of space made the passage of time shift and change like a cork caught on a wave. They were gone a lot creating stars in many other places, constellations, and new solar systems formed all on their own and the Fae they worked with watched. Waiting for a sign humanity would merely ‘pop’ up in another place they could harvest.

It never happened, and Constantine was discovering every passing Earth year how different this planet was.

The perch they were nearby was coated with a white light; black feathers draped out on their sides to press into the columns and many stoneworks surrounding them. Constantine came to Heaven frequently before they left the planet because there were Angels who also aided in the same area they did. They liked the collaboration, like minds could work together better than being alone and Constantine rarely found themselves without another.

There was a problem though. Angel politics and rules ignorantly alluded them. Constantine learned the basics, their language first then other layers, but it wasn’t as if the Angels came to the Realm of the Seven Isles and situated in their councils to understand them either. Being told the Angel they were scheduled to leave with was in fact– undergoing transitioning– only had the bone mask they wore hiding the frustrated scowl.

Constantine had requested to meet with the only angel who could likely change the situation, but now that they were here in Heaven waiting, Constantine’s mind was spinning other dangerous ideas. This place, this realm– it’s design was fascinating.

When the Angel approached, Constantine had begun painting with his hands millions of tiny stars trapped in stardust upon the ground. Their flickers had a bright design, as lines started webbing between them.

“Zadkiel, it is a pleasure to meet you finally. I’m Constantine,” they glanced over, stretching their wings out behind as they took a few steps towards them in greeting. “As you can see, I can’t sit still for too long. My mind is always trailing off, you know, I just now realized how some of this design around us works. It’s– mm, dare I say perfect. Heaven, in general, is remarkably perfect.”

When Zadkiel rounded the corner, violet hues began to reflect off of the refined walls clad in gold and crystals. In fact, their whole being was surrounded by colors of purple and blue in form of pure energy. It wasn’t blinding but gentle, flowing smoothly along vague lines in abundance and consistency. 

What a peculiar creature. What peculiar powers.

They found themselves fascinated as they stood in front of the Fae. They had never seen one; encounters had never been necessary so far, which made this meeting very interesting and dubious all the same. Heaven was currently in disarray. After Lucifer had been defeated and banished, the equilibrium that the heavenly folk had enjoyed so much was completely destroyed. Nothing was balanced anymore and everything was to be restored again. As such, it had become their task to aid this cause. It had become their task to... to...

“Constantine,” their strikingly blue eyes studied the tiny constellation on the ground. There was something raw about them, something dark and fragile in essence. “Welcome to Elysium.” Their voice was firm and clear. “Your admiration is appreciated. Come, I will show you around a little bit.” They gestured for the Fae to follow them and their white wings swayed gently along to their movements. There were still many tasks to be done, hence the angel hoped for this business to be quick and over as soon as possible. At the same time however, once they considered what kind of tasks awaited them, Zadkiel wished for this meeting to never end. It was a selfish and wry wish.

They led them to an even wider corridor, where the ground transitioned from polished stone to sparkly and silvery marble. The further they walked, the more crystals decorated the walls in intricate patterns as well.

“Now, why did you seek my company, Maker of Stars?”

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Circle Of Life || SWP || Zadkiel & Alastair

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urfarah-alastair:

A rumbling laugh came out of the old creature; his nose didn’t betray him when around other entities but he’s learned to never pry or prod about such questions out of respect. He hated when people focused solely on his species instead of learning who he was first, especially when it came to respecting and his role in the lands. Even still, he didn’t entirely know what she meant, and so he let the mystery elude him, taking in her words as simple notes of advice like a melody.

Influence, as if any one person or being could hope to sway the mortal mind. He learned that painful truth when he lost his dearest friend Franco Athor. Now, that man could have lead this county places, maybe realized the power, not within the vampires but in the wolves had Alastair had enough time to show him their way of life was peaceful and fruitful. But as always, mortals were faced with a weigh on the souls, drag to a place unknown and yet very much existed. And however here he was more time passing, another mortal King, another layer of issues that he will continuously address.

“Yes,” he hummed, reaching out with a gentle caress to entwine the fingers, in his hand was a simple leather twine with two strikingly beautiful blue beads woven into the knot. “Take this; you seem to have more questions then answers you are finding. The children here– they make them for the church of Athoria, let the kids in their care without a home know that family doesn’t have to be by blood. Pack life is about extending protection and unity through every soul, protecting it fiercely and living the best version of your life. Maybe, it would be good to have something that reminds you of that. Not to pick a fight with you, or make assumptions. But remembering family always keeps my mind clear to see the answers that elude me.”

With a gentle pat on the top of her hands, he left her side.

END.

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Let me go where I’m headed, do not stop me.

justme62, writing prompt #65: write a ten-word-story (via wnq-writers)

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Circle Of Life || SWP || Zadkiel & Alastair

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urfarah-alastair:

Alastair chuckled at the term, though ordinarily, someone from the pack would likely move to correct such a thing out of respect for their Alpha, his somber mood gave room for his people to let this conversation continue without needing any backup. The ancient wolf spoke the truth for the most part. Mortals shaped the world not the immortal. They lived within their realm no matter they were capable of living forever. It was a frustrating place to be, especially for him. He’s seen and witnessed so much and yet could only council to a point.

“That’s beside the point,” Alastair responded, pulling out a bear claw from a hunt he had participated in when he had returned home and found the strength too. He handed it to one of the kids who ran off to place his item into the pot. Never would he have believed the Guild would open their arms so willingly, and yet with conflict and a need for peace they had allowed this event to give the Kingdom some level of understanding to their kind. It was all political under the surface, and yet when Alastair looked around the people missed such detail. They only saw dancing and singing, food, and trading.

“The wolves are a peaceful and spiritual group, always have been but that doesn’t mean we always will be. The only markers in our lives that have proven to inflict pack wide change have been when mortals came into the fray. It happened when they came out of the Ancient Forest and established Hala, and it happened again in the Rebellion, and we found ourselves with a King in the North. Now, we have a Bloodmoon and Lucifer being summoned in Leeds by witches,” he paused with a deep resonating sigh, grabbing one of the kids by the actual scruff of their neck and pulled them up until they were on his shoulders.

“Mortals will always be at the front of conflict and change. The immortal will react, change, or fall into the line they paint. I have learned it’s not often the other way around. Don’t you see such a thing? Or am I just being an old Alpha right now,” he finished.

It was always about mortals, of course. And Zadkiel hadn’t intended to argue about it at all. Hence, she stared at Alastair in an incredulous way as she pondered about what had been said. Starting when had this conversation ended up so terribly deep and off tangent? She’d merely wanted to know whether he could tell what she was. It wasn’t often that angels revealed their true identities; meeting one was rare. Though surely when someone was as old as this child of the moon, one would think he’d already met one or two. The miscommunication was apparent, but she didn’t brush it off either. It was entertaining in some way or another.

“I do. More than you could imagine, Alastair Ulric.” A dangerous smile curved her lips up into a beautiful crescent. She moved until she stood in front of him and raised a finger.

“Let me be clear about one thing. I’ve been watching over humanity for as long as it exists already. Which makes me probably far older than you.” She dropped her hand again. “I appreciate your input, but there is nothing that I don’t know about it. What I indeed do have to learn more about though, are the factors that are able to influence these precious beings.” As if to punctuate her words, she allowed her gaze to wander over his form again, for the second time that evening. And after a beat, she too studied the banners and knights of the Kingdom. Everything in Athoria was interrelated and humanity was the heart of its foundation. Her only duty was to protect it, and should a threat arise to it–it was also part of her duty to eliminate. “Karma will forever be mortality’s shadow. One can’t exist without the other, just as Karma ultimately can’t exist without death either.” She was talking in riddles at this point, all which pointed towards her.

“The cauldron will be ready soon. Perhaps this is a good moment to leave you to your pack to enjoy it.”