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End of the World: An Angel's view.

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Eyes lifting to the figure that caught her, shaking a little from exhaustion and trying not to sink against him.  The smile grew, slowly and more concrete, searching his eyes and feeling his grace.  

“Brother,” Her voice cracked, seeming just as exhausted as she felt.  ”Brother- what has happened?” She seemed young, and yet felt old.  She was a seraphim, closest to God, she had circled the throne, and now, that grace was a good many, but slowly sinking in amount.  

There was a naivete of an angel who didn’t understand Earth, who had spent her existence circling the throne.  Who hadn’t existed for anything but song and didn’t understand this pain, this suffering.  ”I’m…I don’t understand this feeling- I cannot stand as I once could-“

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The angel took a breath and then spoke. "I believe it is what humans call exhaustion..." he replied. Though he wasn't certain of his answer, his vessel spoke up to him and confirmed that it was likely exhaustion. Though he somewhat could tell what was happening to them, he wasn't sure how to explain. 

"I- I'm not certain of what is happening or what has happened", he said remorsefully, "but there are very few of us left here." He was weary to say it, but he was sure that this was likely the end of the earth as they knew it. And it was very likely their end too. 

The angel steadied his sister and then looked around. The dark was starting to grow and he knew that it wouldn't be safe to remain here any longer. "We'll speak of this later, sister", he said in a slightly hushed tone. "But no we must find shelter."

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End of the World: An Angel's view.

She hadn’t moved from a small building near the wreckage of the orphanage she had stayed at.  The children had long since fled in a long yellow vehicle with the teachers, but Barachiel had lingered behind, trying to cure the hurt - and nearly been bitten for the effort.

Taking a deep breath, she brushed away the tears that just didn’t seem to stop.  Her father was down here somewhere, this was his grand creation, wasn’t it?  She didn’t see anything beautiful in this carnage, but she was trying.  She was trying so hard- but she was so tired.

It hadn’t happened before.  Those she healed or used her power before the big changes in the air- before it got colder and warmer all at once, and her wings started to seem heavier- she hadn’t felt weary.  She had never felt this in her life, and it scared her.  

She fought the sleep, fought the exhaustion and the blood that covered her, and surrounded her. The bodies that lay near the cars, the one that draped over the porch across the way that she couldn’t get the energy to move.  She wanted to bury them, but she’d only gotten two in the ground before the terrifying darkness wanted to swallow her up again, eyes wanting to close, body swaying.

Her tears were starting again, at least she knew what they were.

But she didn’t understand the rest.

Father.  Why?

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The first time that Samandiriel ever felt hunger, he had no idea what to make of it. He didn't even recognize the feeling. The vessel's stomach cramped and rumbled and the angel in all his confusion knew nothing of what that meant. He thought it was something that would pass, but then with the hunger came fatigue. This feeling just like the last was completely foreign to the angel. Celestial beings didn't feel hunger or tiredness, yet here we was feeling those very things among this spreading chaos. Had he fallen--? That couldn't have been. When he'd stretched his wings they were still pure white, but even the simple action of revealing them which took no effort at all felt like a work out.

Soon tempurature was affectiong him and a coldness was growing from within him too. It was a hollowness that slowly grew more and more. Something was terribly wrong. The angel had heard stories of fading graces and what would or could happen in such an instance. After a while he put two and two together and realized this was perhaps his end too, though he knew not why.

Samandiriel had been cut off from revelation or any news from heaven long ago. He had no clue that his home had given up on the human, that they'd closed their gates and those of their siblings that remained were left to flounder. Until the end came, it wasn't uncommon for the angel to meet many of his other siblings on earth. But as of late he had not even met one. Again the thought of something being terribly wrong set in as his mind lingered on that newly developed fact. They were the shepherds of their father's most prized flock and in their time of need no shepherd could be found. 

Seeing all the carnage struck a new type of heartache in the angel, a more human heartache. He had felt sadness before, but never to this extent; angels weren't made for it. So much death surrounded him, so much destruction that the angel doubted he could bear it. But he had a job to do and he would do it as best as he could till his grace gave out and death finally greeted him. 

In his travels he'd passed through many states, tried to help all those he could, and had many close encounters with his potential demise. Over time he was less able to help, forced to be more concerned about his own survival, but he still tried. He couldn't heal, but he'd learned human ways to try and help mend. As he passed through he'd picked up how to set broken bones and stitch wounds that could be survived. 

As the sun started to set, the angel began to search for a safe place to wait the night out. As he searched, for the first time since this disaster struck, he felt the grace of another sibling near himself. He began to run towards the grace, flying was too difficult now; he couldn't manage the exertion anymore, it left him weak for days. 

Soon in the distance he saw the vessel and felt the grace more. The body seemed to be loosing balance and so the angel pushed harder to get to his sibling. He hoped that he'd not startle the other, trying to call to the other angel with his grace. Once at her side, Samadiriel steadied his swaying sibling. "Sister...", he called to her, keeping his voice calm and as soothing as he could while still out of breath from running. The angel wiped away the tears he was. He knew they were brought on by great sorrow as he too had felt the warm salty water roll down his cheeks more than once since this had started.

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iacchos replied to your post:  

I have a Samandiriel, wanna plot?

Yeah, sure totally!

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Woo~ Well he fell tonight and I have this open for him of you'd like to jump on that and then we can plot as that goes on? I've had him fall like it would be in lore so he's like slowly being corrupted by the darkness felt behind by the lack of grace~ 

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White hot pain was all he felt. Worse than anything he'd ever felt before. And then when it had passed he was empty and cold. His vessel too wailed with him in pain. But it wasn't just pain that caused Samandiriel to wail. It was the lack of grace in him, leaving the angel hollow, that made him cry even more. The love of his Father that kept him warm was gone. The wings that were once so pure had burned and turned to ash. His very identity had been stripped from him. He was nothing but hollow darkness now. 

Dried tears of blood stained the vessel's face as the sun rose and the aftermath of the fall began to unfold. So many of his brother and sisters had suffered the same fate, the same pain. The angel was nothing more than a dead being walking now. How could he ever be anything more without the love of their Father. He was nothing now. Empty and alone. He sat against the building, the ashes of his wings surrounding him.

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Shock etched over her features as she saw him.  So tall and strong in that vessel, but even past the vessel’s appearance he was more mature and stronger than he’d been before.  He’d changed but she didn’t even care - he was alive.

She ran at him and threw her arms around him with a bright laugh floating over the air.  ”Sammi!”  Gabriel chirped happily.  ”Oh fuck, kid, I’m so fucking happy to see you alive.”  She kissed all over his face and bit back happy tears.

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"If you could call it alive", he replied grimly. He didn't return the hug, at least not fully. He had no room in him for affections, not when he'd lost the one he held so dear. Nothing but darkness filled the angel now, grace ripped from him. But he was not the only one. So many other brother and sisters had fallen too. All my force, none of them deserving such cruelty. 

He couldn't feel is father's love anymore, couldn't feel the warmth that it brought. But from his sister it radiated so clearly and he couldn't help but feel bitter jealousy rise in him. There was a change happening in him. The darkness that lingered was changing him; it was moulding him into something new. 

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The Night

There was something frozen inside him.  He heard the panicked whispers before it hit.  He knew of plans before they moved.  He was the Naomi of the underworld.  He had the information on hand, he was prepared, he had many of the demons under his control - 

but nothing could have prepared him that night as the bodies fell from Heaven like stars.  Each one a sibling, each one a true relative, that fell to Earth.  There were many ways they could go.  They could turn into a demon as he had so long ago- he could still feel that burn of that fall, that shattering moment you lost your father’s love and you became something hated, something sneered at-

and built something up to spite them.  Part of him wanted to laugh, to clap his hands, to cheer for Metatron for taking back what many of those who had been shunned out of heaven could not have.  Part of him wanted to send his congratulations in any way he could, offer the hand of peace and keep the information pure.  And part of him wanted to track down each angel that hit the ground and gauge whether they’d died or become something new.  Human, fallen angel, demon - it was so different.

So very different.

The years changed you, but he had a daughter to protect, and that meant watching for the angels, for the demons, it meant watching Metatron and making sure he didn’t go after hell next.

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The air was off, birds weren't singing right, and even if no one knew just yet a storm was coming. A big one. The angel could feel it deep within his grace that something was terribly wrong. The whole day had passed and nothing had happened, but something big was coming. It had to be. The slight change in the winds brought with it warning of danger. The slight, barely observable, changes in the blooming flowers and the seeming sadness that was falling over them all screamed of great misfortune to come. For months now all the angel had done was watch the animals and flowers. All he had done was observe and only now did anything veer off of the intended life cycle. 

He spent the whole day watching the world from the high windows of his vessel's office. As the darkness took hold over the sky, the angel's unease grew. The night brought an even more chilling warning. To try to ease his mind Samandiriel took the advice of his vessel and went for a walk in the city. Vincent told the angel this was what he did when he felt this way. Felt. That was already odd enough for the angel, but this discontent wouldn't let his mind ease even for a moment. 

As he took in the city air into his vessel's lungs, his mind still continued to race. And that was when it happened. He was hit with the most intense pain he had ever felt. It was worse than his death, worse that the torture at the hands of Hell and certainly worse than the 'inquiries' of Heaven. His wings flared out ablaze behind him as he hunched over in the middle of the street, howling in pain. It was the middle of the night a very few people lingered, but there were still some that caught the sight. His wings stretched out nearly to the other side of the street as he shrieked in pain. 

The few things of shrubbery around the angle too set on fire. Some from his wings and the other's from the howling of his torment. He'd never fallen before and knew nothing of it. 'This can't be happening', he barely managed to think through the all consuming pain. 'I've wronged no one- I've done nothing wrong.' The angel's grace drained away as Metatron's spell was completed, Samandiriel's wings burning to a crisp; ashes raining down on him. And as the grace left only darkness was left behind to begin it's corruption. 

Samandiriel had never been without the love of his father. And when he had been killed, his father brought him back to life. What was he being punished for? It was after his own fall and collapsing onto the ground that he saw his brother's and sisters falling from the sky. Again he wailed in horror and sorrow. How could this be happening? How could they all be falling? Had Father banished them all. Had he returned to punish the whole of Heaven for the mess it had become. The angel's sorrow intensified and built upon the pain of his fall. And as the last bit of his grace were fading away, the angel felt tears roll down his vessel's face. These weren't Vincent's tears, but red tears of blood from the angel himself. 

Unable to move after this ordeal the angel remained where he was staring up at the sky. The bloody tears continued to flow till all his grace was gone, leaving nothing but a dark corruption was left behind to intrench itself in Samandiriel. Still in immense pain, the angel couldn't move and so he didn't. What was the point of moving or doing anything at all now? He had lost the one thing that made him, him. What was he to do now? His vessel too howled in his head. It wasn't just Samandiriel that had felt that pain. The human soul that had allowed the angel into his body too felt the white hot pain of falling from grace. 

[saintvader]

angels, they’re falling

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-casually goes to look up more lore on fallen angels-

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so the angels fell... sammi did too~ anyone wanna take me up on that plotline?

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Sofiel watched as Samandriel repaired the park. While he worked, she was quiet and kept her distance so he wouldn’t be distracted, but he looked like he was done now. She put down her bag and searched through it for a moment before taking out a notecard and her favorite blue pen. Since she didn’t know how long he would be staying after finishing, she tried to write quickly, but Sofiel couldn’t quite decide what to write since ‘Thank you’ looked too short by itself.

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        Once he was totally satisfied, the angel allowed the deep breath that was held to be released from his vessel's lungs. His Father had created the humans and loved them above all else, the least Samandiriel could do was to help make their lives better in some way. At least that was how he felt about the whole matter. After a moment he felt an odd sort of presence, that of a nephilim, but it had been ages since last he'd even heard of one existing outside of Gabriel's children in Asgard. He turned to where the child was and smiled, waving softly. If he was correct about the lingering grace he felt around the child then this was a child of Michael; that certainly wasn't what he'd expected but that was beside the point.

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          The angel stood in an old park staring out at the rusted swing sets and broken teeter-totters. The sight of it brought a morose feeling over him. He walked over to the teeter-totters and ran his hands over them, restoring them. Then he moved over to the swing sets and returned them to their former glory. Once he was done, Samandiriel stood back at observed the change. Perhaps now the children of the area would now have a safe place to enjoy.

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