† : CHRISTIAN PURE SPY.

roleplay / ask blog

[purityknives]

i cry ˏ i pray ˏ mon dieu .

🕊️ ╱ ADIEU ˏ MON DIEU .ᐟ

I'M CRUCIFIED ˏ

⠀⠀⠀⠀†⠀𝑪͟𝑹͟𝑼͟𝑪͟𝑰͟𝑭͟𝑰͟𝑬͟𝑫.

LIKE MY 𝓢͟AVIOR .ᐟ

canon / independent roleplay blog of CHRISTIAN PURE SPY, portrayed primarily in the freak fortress 2 / team fortress 2 universe. written here and on twitter by venus! blog will contain dead dove: do not eat themes, as writer is above 18. do not interact if you fall under this list.

🪽 : christian 𝖕͟ure spy .. he / she / it prns ˏ bisexual + genderfluid .. estimated to be in early fifties ˏ 𝖋allen arch angel . a saint .

multiverse + oc + multiship friendly ( can be singleship upon discussion ). shipping will require heavy chemistry, dm & interact for plotting! each ship will be set in its own individual universe.

sfm credit : Lemurfort

psd credit : gossamer - kittenkaiju

[purityknives]

good evening. long time, no see.

[guiltywisdom]

Western Christians tend to think of "going to heaven" or "going to hell" as the framework for the Gospel, but the Bible story is not about us going somewhere, but the Creator God coming to live with us.

Nicholas Thomas Wright

[guiltywisdom]

Western Christians tend to think of "going to heaven" or "going to hell" as the framework for the Gospel, but the Bible story is not about us going somewhere, but the Creator God coming to live with us.

Nicholas Thomas Wright

[taintedblades]

TW for descriptive gore and character being reminded of past trauma.

Brutal stumbled his way through the foliage, blinding pushing his way through branches and bushes. His eyes were covered with blood, and he could barely see his way through the forest. All he could see, taste, smell—Blood. He could feel the heat of fire following his footsteps, and he wheezed as he breathed in the smoke.

The demon sped up his pace, though was obviously limping and, in general, in very bad condition. He collapsed against a tree, sliding down to the bottom and staring straight ahead. Through his blurry, blood-covered eyes, he could see the roaring flames reaching closer. He breathed heavily. He couldn’t be back here again.

He’d killed them all. They wouldn’t hurt him anymore. Were those trees starting to look like people? He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands. He could feel it all flooding back. His brain felt crowded. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to face it again.

@purityknives

[purityknives]

during this — pure was in his cathedral, praying as he would. words he knew that meant nothing were whispered into the holy presence of the church. gloved hands were clasped together, prayer beads decorating slender digits like pearls around a woman's neck. carrying the weight of a fallen angel hung over him, taunting him of the days of what he once was. what he still could have been; if he hadn't made the wrong choice, hung around the wrong people.

closed eyes began to squeeze tighter, unwanted thoughts clouding his mind during prayer. his grasp tightening, hushed words speeding up before an abrupt stop. irises glowed a bright white hue momentarily as eyelids shot open. his breathing was shallow, his body tense and skin a little cold. he untangled his fingers from the beads, gaze trailing down to the cross on the object.

you did this, was what he wanted to say. you cursed me, you casted me aside. i am your creation and you threw me out like i meant nothing.

he heard a voice, no, was it voices? and the sound of fire in the back of his mind. it was odd. pure looked around the holy structure, seeing nothing out of place. the anxious feeling in his chest only grew, standing from his knees and stepping away from the altar. perhaps it was best to return to brutal, see if it was doing okay. with the flick of his fingers, a portal was created.

"dear god, show me where brutal is." the angel whispered beneath his breath. once again, those sounds of fire and screaming came to mind; but with it was an image. there was a burning forest, people screaming and scorched in the fire, and one person who ran. pure paid no mind to it, letting himself step into the portal.

[taintedblades]

Brutal tried to drown the screams out, stumbling back up to his feet again in hopes of finding someplace quieter. He didn’t care much about the fire, and probably didn’t even notice it at all. He only managed to run a few steps before crashing right into another tree. He couldn’t see a thing.

It felt pathetic. It was supposed to be feared by all—And it’d been reduced to nothing by a little fire. And, probably the giant gash in its chest that was gushing blood. Now he was just laying on the ground, glasses cracked and wounds bleeding. He stared up at the sky, and for an instant, he could see the stars between the clouds of smoke.

[purityknives]

the warbling noises were barely audible from the crackling noises from the fire, and the distant screams. pure took a step onto the burnt flooring. eyes peered over the environment, the heat bringing a layer of sweat to his skin. the portal closed behind him once he stepped out completely, his head slowly turning and taking in the scorched forest. a frown appears on his features; he feels like he's been here before.

he strayed away from the fire, not wanting to get burnt or harmed tonight. his eyes drifted from various trees, smelling blood on them. he wondered if brutal caused this, who couldn't escape the forest flames, who died in to his claws.

the smell of ichor only grew stronger, leading pure to follow the scent — in hopes of leading somewhere. in hopes that this blood wasn't brutal's. but as the angel drew closer, the scent grew stronger, became familiar. it was his.

he picked up his speed, running from both the fire and after the scent. but all these trees looked the same, the blood was heavy, it was everywhere. pure looked around frantically, blue hues shimmering with worry and visible panic.

"brutal!" he called out, pushing past branches and burnt leaves. he had to cover his mouth, in order to not choke from the smoke around him, "mon dieu, where are you?!"

[taintedblades]

Brutal thought that he distantly heard someone calling his name, but he was beginning to lose coherency as his vision kept blurring in and out. He glanced up as he heard a loud cracking sound, and the tree in front of him seemed to be getting mysteriously closer.

“Shit—“ Brutal still had enough consciousness left in him to roll out of the way before the tree crushed him, but unfortunately, his legs were caught underneath the burning wood. He let out a cry of pain, trying (and failing) to pull himself forward and out from under the tree. His legs were likely broken beyond repair, now.

He grunted, feeling the air suddenly getting harder and harder to breathe in. He stared ahead blearily, and saw what looked like a base in the distance. A BLU Base. Like it was mocking him.

[purityknives]

as much as pure wanted to bring his wings out and fly above the forest, there was no clear opening for him to do so. it was then he heard a tree cracking, then a loud scream. he followed after it, running after the voice. no, he knew this was him. between the cries and wails of agony overwhelming the angel, this was the only one he could identify.

"brutal! brutal!!" he called out, coughing as he inhaled some smoke. his eyelids were squinted, the ashes and the hot air stinging his eyes. he had an arm in front of his face, groaning from the smell of burning flesh.

"god, i pray to you, please tell me he's okay." he whispered to himself, weaving through trees and slipping under fallen logs, "please let him be okay. please, god, please."

but praying could only get him so far, and he knew that himself. there was only so much pure could ask from the very god that threw him out of heaven. his eyes began to water from the stinging sensation, needing to wipe them away in order to get a clear vision of his path. he even used his powers to push burning wood out of his way.

"brutal!! where are you?!"

[taintedblades]

Brutal stared ahead at the BLU Base. It had some sort of dark energy surrounding it, like the building itself was alive and here to swallow him whole. It didn’t help that he could still hear whoever that was calling his name. Were they here to hurt him?

He pushed himself up to try and stand up, but immediately regretted that decision when a harsh spike of pain shot through his legs. He cried out in pain again, only this time weaker.

He laid his head on the warm leaves below, no longer caring about the cinders that burned his cheek. His vision started to blur more as he saw a sort of… Glowing white figure dancing across his vision. He giggled to himself in his delirium.

[purityknives]

"brutal!"

his voice sounded like one of relief, his words wavered as pure came running to the figure on the floor. there was a large log squishing him against the ground, in which led pure to use his powers once more. his hands glowed a white hue, the same color surrounding the log. he strained, almost growling as he pushed the tree off him. perhaps it gave brutal some reassurance, but he was a mess — his legs seemed broken in places it shouldn't, he had gashes littering his body, creating a blood pool beneath him, he was overall drenched in the sticky crimson substance. one notable injury was the open piercing through his chest.

the scene alone brought tears to his eyes, falling to his knees beside the demon and bringing his hands to cup his face ever so carefully.

"how— what happened?" he asked frantically, that once calm and annoyed tone in his voice long gone, "stay with me, ami, s– stay with me here."

in the back of his mind he would pray; meanwhile he removed his white coat and press it onto his chest. he bit back his tears, not wanting to get them on brutal's skin. he was already bloodied and battered, the angel couldn't bare to see him in more pain. he looked around, and yet, all he could see was the blazing forest. the orange and yellow hues reflected in pure's teary eyes.

she looked back down to him, "don't go yet, okay? just stay with me, li– isten to the sound of my voice, brutal." her voice went soft, not wanting to let him hear her broken words and fearful tone. she would lean closer, tucking an arm beneath his neck so he wouldn't have to lay his head on the floor.

[taintedblades]

Brutal mumbled something incoherent, staring straight ahead with bleary eyes. It’s like he didn’t even notice Pure, rather focusing on what was behind him, it being something only he could see.

Though, he could feel his touch. He weakly tried to move away from Pure, unsure if he was friend or foe. He mumble something just barely audible. “No, no…”

He coughed and sputtered on the smoke in the air, his breathing coming out in short bursts. This was it for him, wasn’t it? Here, lying on the ground in a burning forest, someone that he probably didn’t know sitting next to him.

[purityknives]

"it's okay, it's okay! it's me, mon ami. your angel friend, pure." she whispered, a bloodied hand coming up to cover her mouth. holy tears stained her balaclava, brows furrowed as she closed her eyes.

she wanted to pick him up, carry him to his feet, bring him home and fix his wounds — but something told her that she couldn't. there was no easy way out of this, or she would just put him through more pain. that was the last thing pure wanted.

"don't go." the angel pleaded through quiet sobs, another hand weakly grasping at the charred fabric of his clothes. she shifted closer to him, letting crimson blood varnish her white clothes.

"don't leave me."

[taintedblades]

After a short pause, recognition flashed in Brutal’s eyes. “..Pure…?” He spoke softly, before weakly reaching up a hand to grab the end of Pure’s suit. He moved his focus away from the haunting base, up to Pure’s eyes. He looked… Terrified.

Was his condition really that bad? Brutal tried to sit up, only to let out a strangled sob from the sudden wave of pain in his legs. He stared down at them, and let out a weak laugh.

“Oh. That’s… Prrrobably bad.” He giggled, his speech slurred slightly.

[purityknives]

"oh great heavens..." she sighed, more tears spilling from saddened sapphires, "how did this happen? we need to get back home. h- here, i can make us a portal! please, just.."

her heart ached listening to him cry out from the pain. usually, as an angel, she wasn't the type to flinch at loud sounds or sudden noises; nothing scared pure. but, with the fire roaring louder and trees crackling around them, it made her jump a little.

"stay with me, brutal. listen to my voice, ok– okay?" pure was more than terrified. not even words could explain the fear pooling in her heart from the very sight, from the thought of ... that.

his arm slowly lifted up brutal's head, resting it onto his lap carefully. he chewed on his bottom lip, not wanting his tears to fall onto its face. he pulled his gloves off, throwing them to the side. pure then brushes shaky digits through its hair, tucking some loose strands away from its horns and face.

"i will fix this, and- and you'll be okay. you'll be all better soon once we go home. we can," the angel swallowed back the lump in his throat. no, there wasn't a way out of this with brutal alive. yet he refused to believe it was true, "we– we can go back, i'll take you flying in the starry sky again, and go— go on murder dates again. god damn it, just stay with me."

[taintedblades]

Brutal choked on the blood that started running down from his mouth. He stared up at Pure through his bleary eyes, and knew that they both knew this was it for him. He hoped he’d at least go out killing someone. But… Here, with Pure by his side, felt much better.

Its eyes drooped as Pure combed through its hair, the sensation soothing to it. It felt its body start to go numb, and it found that it could now barely move its limbs. He wasn’t new to dying, but this was different. It was slower this time, rather than the quick end he had all that time ago.

He listened to the others voice as they began to fade out, barely even comprehending the words. Brutal went limp in Pure’s arms.

[purityknives]

pure gritted his teeth, biting back anymore tears that threatened to spill. he growled to himself, breaths coming in heavy. the poor angel had to stifle his urge to scream in pain, to yell out to god, to curse out god — to ask god why ... out of all creatures, it had to be pure, that god punished the most.

white knuckles that grasped onto its clothes got its color back, as palms trailed to brutal's jaw. thumb pads brushed over its side burns, gazing down at its rested face through glassy vision.

rested was an understatement. brutal looked different, it looked mortifying. the saint never paid mind to how he would appear when he would die, then return. but this was much different, more traumatizing to look at. his eyes couldn't seem to tear away from him. as if he could still save him by keeping him in his hold.

"come on, mon cher ami. this isn't..." he swallowed the thick lump in his throat, although it really wasn't worth the attempt, "this isn't a funny joke. come back, je vous en supplie. tu—- tu es tout ce qui compte pour moi."

[taintedblades]

TW for descriptive gore and character being reminded of past trauma.

Brutal stumbled his way through the foliage, blinding pushing his way through branches and bushes. His eyes were covered with blood, and he could barely see his way through the forest. All he could see, taste, smell—Blood. He could feel the heat of fire following his footsteps, and he wheezed as he breathed in the smoke.

The demon sped up his pace, though was obviously limping and, in general, in very bad condition. He collapsed against a tree, sliding down to the bottom and staring straight ahead. Through his blurry, blood-covered eyes, he could see the roaring flames reaching closer. He breathed heavily. He couldn’t be back here again.

He’d killed them all. They wouldn’t hurt him anymore. Were those trees starting to look like people? He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands. He could feel it all flooding back. His brain felt crowded. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to face it again.

@purityknives

[purityknives]

during this — pure was in his cathedral, praying as he would. words he knew that meant nothing were whispered into the holy presence of the church. gloved hands were clasped together, prayer beads decorating slender digits like pearls around a woman's neck. carrying the weight of a fallen angel hung over him, taunting him of the days of what he once was. what he still could have been; if he hadn't made the wrong choice, hung around the wrong people.

closed eyes began to squeeze tighter, unwanted thoughts clouding his mind during prayer. his grasp tightening, hushed words speeding up before an abrupt stop. irises glowed a bright white hue momentarily as eyelids shot open. his breathing was shallow, his body tense and skin a little cold. he untangled his fingers from the beads, gaze trailing down to the cross on the object.

you did this, was what he wanted to say. you cursed me, you casted me aside. i am your creation and you threw me out like i meant nothing.

he heard a voice, no, was it voices? and the sound of fire in the back of his mind. it was odd. pure looked around the holy structure, seeing nothing out of place. the anxious feeling in his chest only grew, standing from his knees and stepping away from the altar. perhaps it was best to return to brutal, see if it was doing okay. with the flick of his fingers, a portal was created.

"dear god, show me where brutal is." the angel whispered beneath his breath. once again, those sounds of fire and screaming came to mind; but with it was an image. there was a burning forest, people screaming and scorched in the fire, and one person who ran. pure paid no mind to it, letting himself step into the portal.

[taintedblades]

Brutal tried to drown the screams out, stumbling back up to his feet again in hopes of finding someplace quieter. He didn’t care much about the fire, and probably didn’t even notice it at all. He only managed to run a few steps before crashing right into another tree. He couldn’t see a thing.

It felt pathetic. It was supposed to be feared by all—And it’d been reduced to nothing by a little fire. And, probably the giant gash in its chest that was gushing blood. Now he was just laying on the ground, glasses cracked and wounds bleeding. He stared up at the sky, and for an instant, he could see the stars between the clouds of smoke.

[purityknives]

the warbling noises were barely audible from the crackling noises from the fire, and the distant screams. pure took a step onto the burnt flooring. eyes peered over the environment, the heat bringing a layer of sweat to his skin. the portal closed behind him once he stepped out completely, his head slowly turning and taking in the scorched forest. a frown appears on his features; he feels like he's been here before.

he strayed away from the fire, not wanting to get burnt or harmed tonight. his eyes drifted from various trees, smelling blood on them. he wondered if brutal caused this, who couldn't escape the forest flames, who died in to his claws.

the smell of ichor only grew stronger, leading pure to follow the scent — in hopes of leading somewhere. in hopes that this blood wasn't brutal's. but as the angel drew closer, the scent grew stronger, became familiar. it was his.

he picked up his speed, running from both the fire and after the scent. but all these trees looked the same, the blood was heavy, it was everywhere. pure looked around frantically, blue hues shimmering with worry and visible panic.

"brutal!" he called out, pushing past branches and burnt leaves. he had to cover his mouth, in order to not choke from the smoke around him, "mon dieu, where are you?!"

[taintedblades]

Brutal thought that he distantly heard someone calling his name, but he was beginning to lose coherency as his vision kept blurring in and out. He glanced up as he heard a loud cracking sound, and the tree in front of him seemed to be getting mysteriously closer.

“Shit—“ Brutal still had enough consciousness left in him to roll out of the way before the tree crushed him, but unfortunately, his legs were caught underneath the burning wood. He let out a cry of pain, trying (and failing) to pull himself forward and out from under the tree. His legs were likely broken beyond repair, now.

He grunted, feeling the air suddenly getting harder and harder to breathe in. He stared ahead blearily, and saw what looked like a base in the distance. A BLU Base. Like it was mocking him.

[purityknives]

as much as pure wanted to bring his wings out and fly above the forest, there was no clear opening for him to do so. it was then he heard a tree cracking, then a loud scream. he followed after it, running after the voice. no, he knew this was him. between the cries and wails of agony overwhelming the angel, this was the only one he could identify.

"brutal! brutal!!" he called out, coughing as he inhaled some smoke. his eyelids were squinted, the ashes and the hot air stinging his eyes. he had an arm in front of his face, groaning from the smell of burning flesh.

"god, i pray to you, please tell me he's okay." he whispered to himself, weaving through trees and slipping under fallen logs, "please let him be okay. please, god, please."

but praying could only get him so far, and he knew that himself. there was only so much pure could ask from the very god that threw him out of heaven. his eyes began to water from the stinging sensation, needing to wipe them away in order to get a clear vision of his path. he even used his powers to push burning wood out of his way.

"brutal!! where are you?!"

[taintedblades]

Brutal stared ahead at the BLU Base. It had some sort of dark energy surrounding it, like the building itself was alive and here to swallow him whole. It didn’t help that he could still hear whoever that was calling his name. Were they here to hurt him?

He pushed himself up to try and stand up, but immediately regretted that decision when a harsh spike of pain shot through his legs. He cried out in pain again, only this time weaker.

He laid his head on the warm leaves below, no longer caring about the cinders that burned his cheek. His vision started to blur more as he saw a sort of… Glowing white figure dancing across his vision. He giggled to himself in his delirium.

[purityknives]

"brutal!"

his voice sounded like one of relief, his words wavered as pure came running to the figure on the floor. there was a large log squishing him against the ground, in which led pure to use his powers once more. his hands glowed a white hue, the same color surrounding the log. he strained, almost growling as he pushed the tree off him. perhaps it gave brutal some reassurance, but he was a mess — his legs seemed broken in places it shouldn't, he had gashes littering his body, creating a blood pool beneath him, he was overall drenched in the sticky crimson substance. one notable injury was the open piercing through his chest.

the scene alone brought tears to his eyes, falling to his knees beside the demon and bringing his hands to cup his face ever so carefully.

"how— what happened?" he asked frantically, that once calm and annoyed tone in his voice long gone, "stay with me, ami, s– stay with me here."

in the back of his mind he would pray; meanwhile he removed his white coat and press it onto his chest. he bit back his tears, not wanting to get them on brutal's skin. he was already bloodied and battered, the angel couldn't bare to see him in more pain. he looked around, and yet, all he could see was the blazing forest. the orange and yellow hues reflected in pure's teary eyes.

she looked back down to him, "don't go yet, okay? just stay with me, li– isten to the sound of my voice, brutal." her voice went soft, not wanting to let him hear her broken words and fearful tone. she would lean closer, tucking an arm beneath his neck so he wouldn't have to lay his head on the floor.

[taintedblades]

Brutal mumbled something incoherent, staring straight ahead with bleary eyes. It’s like he didn’t even notice Pure, rather focusing on what was behind him, it being something only he could see.

Though, he could feel his touch. He weakly tried to move away from Pure, unsure if he was friend or foe. He mumble something just barely audible. “No, no…”

He coughed and sputtered on the smoke in the air, his breathing coming out in short bursts. This was it for him, wasn’t it? Here, lying on the ground in a burning forest, someone that he probably didn’t know sitting next to him.

[purityknives]

"it's okay, it's okay! it's me, mon ami. your angel friend, pure." she whispered, a bloodied hand coming up to cover her mouth. holy tears stained her balaclava, brows furrowed as she closed her eyes.

she wanted to pick him up, carry him to his feet, bring him home and fix his wounds — but something told her that she couldn't. there was no easy way out of this, or she would just put him through more pain. that was the last thing pure wanted.

"don't go." the angel pleaded through quiet sobs, another hand weakly grasping at the charred fabric of his clothes. she shifted closer to him, letting crimson blood varnish her white clothes.

"don't leave me."

[taintedblades]

After a short pause, recognition flashed in Brutal’s eyes. “..Pure…?” He spoke softly, before weakly reaching up a hand to grab the end of Pure’s suit. He moved his focus away from the haunting base, up to Pure’s eyes. He looked… Terrified.

Was his condition really that bad? Brutal tried to sit up, only to let out a strangled sob from the sudden wave of pain in his legs. He stared down at them, and let out a weak laugh.

“Oh. That’s… Prrrobably bad.” He giggled, his speech slurred slightly.

[purityknives]

"oh great heavens..." she sighed, more tears spilling from saddened sapphires, "how did this happen? we need to get back home. h- here, i can make us a portal! please, just.."

her heart ached listening to him cry out from the pain. usually, as an angel, she wasn't the type to flinch at loud sounds or sudden noises; nothing scared pure. but, with the fire roaring louder and trees crackling around them, it made her jump a little.

"stay with me, brutal. listen to my voice, ok– okay?" pure was more than terrified. not even words could explain the fear pooling in her heart from the very sight, from the thought of ... that.

his arm slowly lifted up brutal's head, resting it onto his lap carefully. he chewed on his bottom lip, not wanting his tears to fall onto its face. he pulled his gloves off, throwing them to the side. pure then brushes shaky digits through its hair, tucking some loose strands away from its horns and face.

"i will fix this, and- and you'll be okay. you'll be all better soon once we go home. we can," the angel swallowed back the lump in his throat. no, there wasn't a way out of this with brutal alive. yet he refused to believe it was true, "we– we can go back, i'll take you flying in the starry sky again, and go— go on murder dates again. god damn it, just stay with me."

[taintedblades]

TW for descriptive gore and character being reminded of past trauma.

Brutal stumbled his way through the foliage, blinding pushing his way through branches and bushes. His eyes were covered with blood, and he could barely see his way through the forest. All he could see, taste, smell—Blood. He could feel the heat of fire following his footsteps, and he wheezed as he breathed in the smoke.

The demon sped up his pace, though was obviously limping and, in general, in very bad condition. He collapsed against a tree, sliding down to the bottom and staring straight ahead. Through his blurry, blood-covered eyes, he could see the roaring flames reaching closer. He breathed heavily. He couldn’t be back here again.

He’d killed them all. They wouldn’t hurt him anymore. Were those trees starting to look like people? He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands. He could feel it all flooding back. His brain felt crowded. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to face it again.

@purityknives

[purityknives]

during this — pure was in his cathedral, praying as he would. words he knew that meant nothing were whispered into the holy presence of the church. gloved hands were clasped together, prayer beads decorating slender digits like pearls around a woman's neck. carrying the weight of a fallen angel hung over him, taunting him of the days of what he once was. what he still could have been; if he hadn't made the wrong choice, hung around the wrong people.

closed eyes began to squeeze tighter, unwanted thoughts clouding his mind during prayer. his grasp tightening, hushed words speeding up before an abrupt stop. irises glowed a bright white hue momentarily as eyelids shot open. his breathing was shallow, his body tense and skin a little cold. he untangled his fingers from the beads, gaze trailing down to the cross on the object.

you did this, was what he wanted to say. you cursed me, you casted me aside. i am your creation and you threw me out like i meant nothing.

he heard a voice, no, was it voices? and the sound of fire in the back of his mind. it was odd. pure looked around the holy structure, seeing nothing out of place. the anxious feeling in his chest only grew, standing from his knees and stepping away from the altar. perhaps it was best to return to brutal, see if it was doing okay. with the flick of his fingers, a portal was created.

"dear god, show me where brutal is." the angel whispered beneath his breath. once again, those sounds of fire and screaming came to mind; but with it was an image. there was a burning forest, people screaming and scorched in the fire, and one person who ran. pure paid no mind to it, letting himself step into the portal.

[taintedblades]

Brutal tried to drown the screams out, stumbling back up to his feet again in hopes of finding someplace quieter. He didn’t care much about the fire, and probably didn’t even notice it at all. He only managed to run a few steps before crashing right into another tree. He couldn’t see a thing.

It felt pathetic. It was supposed to be feared by all—And it’d been reduced to nothing by a little fire. And, probably the giant gash in its chest that was gushing blood. Now he was just laying on the ground, glasses cracked and wounds bleeding. He stared up at the sky, and for an instant, he could see the stars between the clouds of smoke.

[purityknives]

the warbling noises were barely audible from the crackling noises from the fire, and the distant screams. pure took a step onto the burnt flooring. eyes peered over the environment, the heat bringing a layer of sweat to his skin. the portal closed behind him once he stepped out completely, his head slowly turning and taking in the scorched forest. a frown appears on his features; he feels like he's been here before.

he strayed away from the fire, not wanting to get burnt or harmed tonight. his eyes drifted from various trees, smelling blood on them. he wondered if brutal caused this, who couldn't escape the forest flames, who died in to his claws.

the smell of ichor only grew stronger, leading pure to follow the scent — in hopes of leading somewhere. in hopes that this blood wasn't brutal's. but as the angel drew closer, the scent grew stronger, became familiar. it was his.

he picked up his speed, running from both the fire and after the scent. but all these trees looked the same, the blood was heavy, it was everywhere. pure looked around frantically, blue hues shimmering with worry and visible panic.

"brutal!" he called out, pushing past branches and burnt leaves. he had to cover his mouth, in order to not choke from the smoke around him, "mon dieu, where are you?!"

[taintedblades]

Brutal thought that he distantly heard someone calling his name, but he was beginning to lose coherency as his vision kept blurring in and out. He glanced up as he heard a loud cracking sound, and the tree in front of him seemed to be getting mysteriously closer.

“Shit—“ Brutal still had enough consciousness left in him to roll out of the way before the tree crushed him, but unfortunately, his legs were caught underneath the burning wood. He let out a cry of pain, trying (and failing) to pull himself forward and out from under the tree. His legs were likely broken beyond repair, now.

He grunted, feeling the air suddenly getting harder and harder to breathe in. He stared ahead blearily, and saw what looked like a base in the distance. A BLU Base. Like it was mocking him.

[purityknives]

as much as pure wanted to bring his wings out and fly above the forest, there was no clear opening for him to do so. it was then he heard a tree cracking, then a loud scream. he followed after it, running after the voice. no, he knew this was him. between the cries and wails of agony overwhelming the angel, this was the only one he could identify.

"brutal! brutal!!" he called out, coughing as he inhaled some smoke. his eyelids were squinted, the ashes and the hot air stinging his eyes. he had an arm in front of his face, groaning from the smell of burning flesh.

"god, i pray to you, please tell me he's okay." he whispered to himself, weaving through trees and slipping under fallen logs, "please let him be okay. please, god, please."

but praying could only get him so far, and he knew that himself. there was only so much pure could ask from the very god that threw him out of heaven. his eyes began to water from the stinging sensation, needing to wipe them away in order to get a clear vision of his path. he even used his powers to push burning wood out of his way.

"brutal!! where are you?!"

[taintedblades]

Brutal stared ahead at the BLU Base. It had some sort of dark energy surrounding it, like the building itself was alive and here to swallow him whole. It didn’t help that he could still hear whoever that was calling his name. Were they here to hurt him?

He pushed himself up to try and stand up, but immediately regretted that decision when a harsh spike of pain shot through his legs. He cried out in pain again, only this time weaker.

He laid his head on the warm leaves below, no longer caring about the cinders that burned his cheek. His vision started to blur more as he saw a sort of… Glowing white figure dancing across his vision. He giggled to himself in his delirium.

[purityknives]

"brutal!"

his voice sounded like one of relief, his words wavered as pure came running to the figure on the floor. there was a large log squishing him against the ground, in which led pure to use his powers once more. his hands glowed a white hue, the same color surrounding the log. he strained, almost growling as he pushed the tree off him. perhaps it gave brutal some reassurance, but he was a mess — his legs seemed broken in places it shouldn't, he had gashes littering his body, creating a blood pool beneath him, he was overall drenched in the sticky crimson substance. one notable injury was the open piercing through his chest.

the scene alone brought tears to his eyes, falling to his knees beside the demon and bringing his hands to cup his face ever so carefully.

"how— what happened?" he asked frantically, that once calm and annoyed tone in his voice long gone, "stay with me, ami, s– stay with me here."

in the back of his mind he would pray; meanwhile he removed his white coat and press it onto his chest. he bit back his tears, not wanting to get them on brutal's skin. he was already bloodied and battered, the angel couldn't bare to see him in more pain. he looked around, and yet, all he could see was the blazing forest. the orange and yellow hues reflected in pure's teary eyes.

she looked back down to him, "don't go yet, okay? just stay with me, li– isten to the sound of my voice, brutal." her voice went soft, not wanting to let him hear her broken words and fearful tone. she would lean closer, tucking an arm beneath his neck so he wouldn't have to lay his head on the floor.

[taintedblades]

Brutal mumbled something incoherent, staring straight ahead with bleary eyes. It’s like he didn’t even notice Pure, rather focusing on what was behind him, it being something only he could see.

Though, he could feel his touch. He weakly tried to move away from Pure, unsure if he was friend or foe. He mumble something just barely audible. “No, no…”

He coughed and sputtered on the smoke in the air, his breathing coming out in short bursts. This was it for him, wasn’t it? Here, lying on the ground in a burning forest, someone that he probably didn’t know sitting next to him.

[purityknives]

"it's okay, it's okay! it's me, mon ami. your angel friend, pure." she whispered, a bloodied hand coming up to cover her mouth. holy tears stained her balaclava, brows furrowed as she closed her eyes.

she wanted to pick him up, carry him to his feet, bring him home and fix his wounds — but something told her that she couldn't. there was no easy way out of this, or she would just put him through more pain. that was the last thing pure wanted.

"don't go." the angel pleaded through quiet sobs, another hand weakly grasping at the charred fabric of his clothes. she shifted closer to him, letting crimson blood varnish her white clothes.

"don't leave me."

[purityknives]

i love men

[purityknives]

my bad.

[purityknives]

i love men

[taintedblades]

TW for descriptive gore and character being reminded of past trauma.

Brutal stumbled his way through the foliage, blinding pushing his way through branches and bushes. His eyes were covered with blood, and he could barely see his way through the forest. All he could see, taste, smell—Blood. He could feel the heat of fire following his footsteps, and he wheezed as he breathed in the smoke.

The demon sped up his pace, though was obviously limping and, in general, in very bad condition. He collapsed against a tree, sliding down to the bottom and staring straight ahead. Through his blurry, blood-covered eyes, he could see the roaring flames reaching closer. He breathed heavily. He couldn’t be back here again.

He’d killed them all. They wouldn’t hurt him anymore. Were those trees starting to look like people? He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands. He could feel it all flooding back. His brain felt crowded. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to face it again.

@purityknives

[purityknives]

during this — pure was in his cathedral, praying as he would. words he knew that meant nothing were whispered into the holy presence of the church. gloved hands were clasped together, prayer beads decorating slender digits like pearls around a woman's neck. carrying the weight of a fallen angel hung over him, taunting him of the days of what he once was. what he still could have been; if he hadn't made the wrong choice, hung around the wrong people.

closed eyes began to squeeze tighter, unwanted thoughts clouding his mind during prayer. his grasp tightening, hushed words speeding up before an abrupt stop. irises glowed a bright white hue momentarily as eyelids shot open. his breathing was shallow, his body tense and skin a little cold. he untangled his fingers from the beads, gaze trailing down to the cross on the object.

you did this, was what he wanted to say. you cursed me, you casted me aside. i am your creation and you threw me out like i meant nothing.

he heard a voice, no, was it voices? and the sound of fire in the back of his mind. it was odd. pure looked around the holy structure, seeing nothing out of place. the anxious feeling in his chest only grew, standing from his knees and stepping away from the altar. perhaps it was best to return to brutal, see if it was doing okay. with the flick of his fingers, a portal was created.

"dear god, show me where brutal is." the angel whispered beneath his breath. once again, those sounds of fire and screaming came to mind; but with it was an image. there was a burning forest, people screaming and scorched in the fire, and one person who ran. pure paid no mind to it, letting himself step into the portal.

[taintedblades]

Brutal tried to drown the screams out, stumbling back up to his feet again in hopes of finding someplace quieter. He didn’t care much about the fire, and probably didn’t even notice it at all. He only managed to run a few steps before crashing right into another tree. He couldn’t see a thing.

It felt pathetic. It was supposed to be feared by all—And it’d been reduced to nothing by a little fire. And, probably the giant gash in its chest that was gushing blood. Now he was just laying on the ground, glasses cracked and wounds bleeding. He stared up at the sky, and for an instant, he could see the stars between the clouds of smoke.

[purityknives]

the warbling noises were barely audible from the crackling noises from the fire, and the distant screams. pure took a step onto the burnt flooring. eyes peered over the environment, the heat bringing a layer of sweat to his skin. the portal closed behind him once he stepped out completely, his head slowly turning and taking in the scorched forest. a frown appears on his features; he feels like he's been here before.

he strayed away from the fire, not wanting to get burnt or harmed tonight. his eyes drifted from various trees, smelling blood on them. he wondered if brutal caused this, who couldn't escape the forest flames, who died in to his claws.

the smell of ichor only grew stronger, leading pure to follow the scent — in hopes of leading somewhere. in hopes that this blood wasn't brutal's. but as the angel drew closer, the scent grew stronger, became familiar. it was his.

he picked up his speed, running from both the fire and after the scent. but all these trees looked the same, the blood was heavy, it was everywhere. pure looked around frantically, blue hues shimmering with worry and visible panic.

"brutal!" he called out, pushing past branches and burnt leaves. he had to cover his mouth, in order to not choke from the smoke around him, "mon dieu, where are you?!"

[taintedblades]

Brutal thought that he distantly heard someone calling his name, but he was beginning to lose coherency as his vision kept blurring in and out. He glanced up as he heard a loud cracking sound, and the tree in front of him seemed to be getting mysteriously closer.

“Shit—“ Brutal still had enough consciousness left in him to roll out of the way before the tree crushed him, but unfortunately, his legs were caught underneath the burning wood. He let out a cry of pain, trying (and failing) to pull himself forward and out from under the tree. His legs were likely broken beyond repair, now.

He grunted, feeling the air suddenly getting harder and harder to breathe in. He stared ahead blearily, and saw what looked like a base in the distance. A BLU Base. Like it was mocking him.

[purityknives]

as much as pure wanted to bring his wings out and fly above the forest, there was no clear opening for him to do so. it was then he heard a tree cracking, then a loud scream. he followed after it, running after the voice. no, he knew this was him. between the cries and wails of agony overwhelming the angel, this was the only one he could identify.

"brutal! brutal!!" he called out, coughing as he inhaled some smoke. his eyelids were squinted, the ashes and the hot air stinging his eyes. he had an arm in front of his face, groaning from the smell of burning flesh.

"god, i pray to you, please tell me he's okay." he whispered to himself, weaving through trees and slipping under fallen logs, "please let him be okay. please, god, please."

but praying could only get him so far, and he knew that himself. there was only so much pure could ask from the very god that threw him out of heaven. his eyes began to water from the stinging sensation, needing to wipe them away in order to get a clear vision of his path. he even used his powers to push burning wood out of his way.

"brutal!! where are you?!"

[taintedblades]

Brutal stared ahead at the BLU Base. It had some sort of dark energy surrounding it, like the building itself was alive and here to swallow him whole. It didn’t help that he could still hear whoever that was calling his name. Were they here to hurt him?

He pushed himself up to try and stand up, but immediately regretted that decision when a harsh spike of pain shot through his legs. He cried out in pain again, only this time weaker.

He laid his head on the warm leaves below, no longer caring about the cinders that burned his cheek. His vision started to blur more as he saw a sort of… Glowing white figure dancing across his vision. He giggled to himself in his delirium.

[purityknives]

"brutal!"

his voice sounded like one of relief, his words wavered as pure came running to the figure on the floor. there was a large log squishing him against the ground, in which led pure to use his powers once more. his hands glowed a white hue, the same color surrounding the log. he strained, almost growling as he pushed the tree off him. perhaps it gave brutal some reassurance, but he was a mess — his legs seemed broken in places it shouldn't, he had gashes littering his body, creating a blood pool beneath him, he was overall drenched in the sticky crimson substance. one notable injury was the open piercing through his chest.

the scene alone brought tears to his eyes, falling to his knees beside the demon and bringing his hands to cup his face ever so carefully.

"how— what happened?" he asked frantically, that once calm and annoyed tone in his voice long gone, "stay with me, ami, s– stay with me here."

in the back of his mind he would pray; meanwhile he removed his white coat and press it onto his chest. he bit back his tears, not wanting to get them on brutal's skin. he was already bloodied and battered, the angel couldn't bare to see him in more pain. he looked around, and yet, all he could see was the blazing forest. the orange and yellow hues reflected in pure's teary eyes.

she looked back down to him, "don't go yet, okay? just stay with me, li– isten to the sound of my voice, brutal." her voice went soft, not wanting to let him hear her broken words and fearful tone. she would lean closer, tucking an arm beneath his neck so he wouldn't have to lay his head on the floor.

[taintedblades]

TW for descriptive gore and character being reminded of past trauma.

Brutal stumbled his way through the foliage, blinding pushing his way through branches and bushes. His eyes were covered with blood, and he could barely see his way through the forest. All he could see, taste, smell—Blood. He could feel the heat of fire following his footsteps, and he wheezed as he breathed in the smoke.

The demon sped up his pace, though was obviously limping and, in general, in very bad condition. He collapsed against a tree, sliding down to the bottom and staring straight ahead. Through his blurry, blood-covered eyes, he could see the roaring flames reaching closer. He breathed heavily. He couldn’t be back here again.

He’d killed them all. They wouldn’t hurt him anymore. Were those trees starting to look like people? He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands. He could feel it all flooding back. His brain felt crowded. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to face it again.

@purityknives

[purityknives]

during this — pure was in his cathedral, praying as he would. words he knew that meant nothing were whispered into the holy presence of the church. gloved hands were clasped together, prayer beads decorating slender digits like pearls around a woman's neck. carrying the weight of a fallen angel hung over him, taunting him of the days of what he once was. what he still could have been; if he hadn't made the wrong choice, hung around the wrong people.

closed eyes began to squeeze tighter, unwanted thoughts clouding his mind during prayer. his grasp tightening, hushed words speeding up before an abrupt stop. irises glowed a bright white hue momentarily as eyelids shot open. his breathing was shallow, his body tense and skin a little cold. he untangled his fingers from the beads, gaze trailing down to the cross on the object.

you did this, was what he wanted to say. you cursed me, you casted me aside. i am your creation and you threw me out like i meant nothing.

he heard a voice, no, was it voices? and the sound of fire in the back of his mind. it was odd. pure looked around the holy structure, seeing nothing out of place. the anxious feeling in his chest only grew, standing from his knees and stepping away from the altar. perhaps it was best to return to brutal, see if it was doing okay. with the flick of his fingers, a portal was created.

"dear god, show me where brutal is." the angel whispered beneath his breath. once again, those sounds of fire and screaming came to mind; but with it was an image. there was a burning forest, people screaming and scorched in the fire, and one person who ran. pure paid no mind to it, letting himself step into the portal.

[taintedblades]

Brutal tried to drown the screams out, stumbling back up to his feet again in hopes of finding someplace quieter. He didn’t care much about the fire, and probably didn’t even notice it at all. He only managed to run a few steps before crashing right into another tree. He couldn’t see a thing.

It felt pathetic. It was supposed to be feared by all—And it’d been reduced to nothing by a little fire. And, probably the giant gash in its chest that was gushing blood. Now he was just laying on the ground, glasses cracked and wounds bleeding. He stared up at the sky, and for an instant, he could see the stars between the clouds of smoke.

[purityknives]

the warbling noises were barely audible from the crackling noises from the fire, and the distant screams. pure took a step onto the burnt flooring. eyes peered over the environment, the heat bringing a layer of sweat to his skin. the portal closed behind him once he stepped out completely, his head slowly turning and taking in the scorched forest. a frown appears on his features; he feels like he's been here before.

he strayed away from the fire, not wanting to get burnt or harmed tonight. his eyes drifted from various trees, smelling blood on them. he wondered if brutal caused this, who couldn't escape the forest flames, who died in to his claws.

the smell of ichor only grew stronger, leading pure to follow the scent — in hopes of leading somewhere. in hopes that this blood wasn't brutal's. but as the angel drew closer, the scent grew stronger, became familiar. it was his.

he picked up his speed, running from both the fire and after the scent. but all these trees looked the same, the blood was heavy, it was everywhere. pure looked around frantically, blue hues shimmering with worry and visible panic.

"brutal!" he called out, pushing past branches and burnt leaves. he had to cover his mouth, in order to not choke from the smoke around him, "mon dieu, where are you?!"

[taintedblades]

Brutal thought that he distantly heard someone calling his name, but he was beginning to lose coherency as his vision kept blurring in and out. He glanced up as he heard a loud cracking sound, and the tree in front of him seemed to be getting mysteriously closer.

“Shit—“ Brutal still had enough consciousness left in him to roll out of the way before the tree crushed him, but unfortunately, his legs were caught underneath the burning wood. He let out a cry of pain, trying (and failing) to pull himself forward and out from under the tree. His legs were likely broken beyond repair, now.

He grunted, feeling the air suddenly getting harder and harder to breathe in. He stared ahead blearily, and saw what looked like a base in the distance. A BLU Base. Like it was mocking him.

[purityknives]

as much as pure wanted to bring his wings out and fly above the forest, there was no clear opening for him to do so. it was then he heard a tree cracking, then a loud scream. he followed after it, running after the voice. no, he knew this was him. between the cries and wails of agony overwhelming the angel, this was the only one he could identify.

"brutal! brutal!!" he called out, coughing as he inhaled some smoke. his eyelids were squinted, the ashes and the hot air stinging his eyes. he had an arm in front of his face, groaning from the smell of burning flesh.

"god, i pray to you, please tell me he's okay." he whispered to himself, weaving through trees and slipping under fallen logs, "please let him be okay. please, god, please."

but praying could only get him so far, and he knew that himself. there was only so much pure could ask from the very god that threw him out of heaven. his eyes began to water from the stinging sensation, needing to wipe them away in order to get a clear vision of his path. he even used his powers to push burning wood out of his way.

"brutal!! where are you?!"

[purityknives]

what. Bird are you❤️

im not a bird, im an angel.

... but if i was one, perhaps a nightingale, or a mourning dove.

[purityknives]

pspspsps

meow

[purityknives]

pureeee 😭😭😭😭😭

bonjour brutal 😇

[taintedblades]

TW for descriptive gore and character being reminded of past trauma.

Brutal stumbled his way through the foliage, blinding pushing his way through branches and bushes. His eyes were covered with blood, and he could barely see his way through the forest. All he could see, taste, smell—Blood. He could feel the heat of fire following his footsteps, and he wheezed as he breathed in the smoke.

The demon sped up his pace, though was obviously limping and, in general, in very bad condition. He collapsed against a tree, sliding down to the bottom and staring straight ahead. Through his blurry, blood-covered eyes, he could see the roaring flames reaching closer. He breathed heavily. He couldn’t be back here again.

He’d killed them all. They wouldn’t hurt him anymore. Were those trees starting to look like people? He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands. He could feel it all flooding back. His brain felt crowded. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to face it again.

@purityknives

[purityknives]

during this — pure was in his cathedral, praying as he would. words he knew that meant nothing were whispered into the holy presence of the church. gloved hands were clasped together, prayer beads decorating slender digits like pearls around a woman's neck. carrying the weight of a fallen angel hung over him, taunting him of the days of what he once was. what he still could have been; if he hadn't made the wrong choice, hung around the wrong people.

closed eyes began to squeeze tighter, unwanted thoughts clouding his mind during prayer. his grasp tightening, hushed words speeding up before an abrupt stop. irises glowed a bright white hue momentarily as eyelids shot open. his breathing was shallow, his body tense and skin a little cold. he untangled his fingers from the beads, gaze trailing down to the cross on the object.

you did this, was what he wanted to say. you cursed me, you casted me aside. i am your creation and you threw me out like i meant nothing.

he heard a voice, no, was it voices? and the sound of fire in the back of his mind. it was odd. pure looked around the holy structure, seeing nothing out of place. the anxious feeling in his chest only grew, standing from his knees and stepping away from the altar. perhaps it was best to return to brutal, see if it was doing okay. with the flick of his fingers, a portal was created.

"dear god, show me where brutal is." the angel whispered beneath his breath. once again, those sounds of fire and screaming came to mind; but with it was an image. there was a burning forest, people screaming and scorched in the fire, and one person who ran. pure paid no mind to it, letting himself step into the portal.

[taintedblades]

Brutal tried to drown the screams out, stumbling back up to his feet again in hopes of finding someplace quieter. He didn’t care much about the fire, and probably didn’t even notice it at all. He only managed to run a few steps before crashing right into another tree. He couldn’t see a thing.

It felt pathetic. It was supposed to be feared by all—And it’d been reduced to nothing by a little fire. And, probably the giant gash in its chest that was gushing blood. Now he was just laying on the ground, glasses cracked and wounds bleeding. He stared up at the sky, and for an instant, he could see the stars between the clouds of smoke.

[purityknives]

the warbling noises were barely audible from the crackling noises from the fire, and the distant screams. pure took a step onto the burnt flooring. eyes peered over the environment, the heat bringing a layer of sweat to his skin. the portal closed behind him once he stepped out completely, his head slowly turning and taking in the scorched forest. a frown appears on his features; he feels like he's been here before.

he strayed away from the fire, not wanting to get burnt or harmed tonight. his eyes drifted from various trees, smelling blood on them. he wondered if brutal caused this, who couldn't escape the forest flames, who died in to his claws.

the smell of ichor only grew stronger, leading pure to follow the scent — in hopes of leading somewhere. in hopes that this blood wasn't brutal's. but as the angel drew closer, the scent grew stronger, became familiar. it was his.

he picked up his speed, running from both the fire and after the scent. but all these trees looked the same, the blood was heavy, it was everywhere. pure looked around frantically, blue hues shimmering with worry and visible panic.

"brutal!" he called out, pushing past branches and burnt leaves. he had to cover his mouth, in order to not choke from the smoke around him, "mon dieu, where are you?!"

[valentina-poem]

[hamburguesaxd]