Her sweet little girl! The light of her life! The flame of her lungs! Who was she kidding? She was her life!
"Guess who's home~!" Arms spread with the widest grin on her face, upper body bending to reach for her daughter. @alwayschasingraiinbows
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Her sweet little girl! The light of her life! The flame of her lungs! Who was she kidding? She was her life!
"Guess who's home~!" Arms spread with the widest grin on her face, upper body bending to reach for her daughter. @alwayschasingraiinbows
"It's stronger than before." The wallpaper seemed to light up beneath Lilith's finger tips as she pinched at the corner of the room, thumbing up its spine with an inspecting eye. "Love is deep in the foundation of this place. You built it with your own hands, didn't you? With help, of course. I can feel it."
She waited for a moment before canting her head to her daughter, giving her a soft smile. "There's a lot of intention for protection here, honeybat."
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Uncle Za
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When an angel becomes king of a land, they can always tell when someone new has entered it. If tuned to their aura, they can tell their species and who they are.
So when Charlie falls from the sky into his home, Philza instantly knows, just as Lucifer would know when someone enters Hell or Sera when someone enters Heaven. Luckily, Charlie falls onto some soft flora, so she's unharmed. The portal she came out of due to her mispronunciation closed quickly behind her.
As Charlie looks around, she sees that she is on Earth. Still, nowhere she has read about. Colorful auras light the forever night sky. Bright stars twinkle overhead, not a touch of light pollution present. The land was covered in mystical trees and plants, flowers of all shades with creatures of all kinds.
Color beacons of light stretch into the sky, shades of purples, greens, and blues piercing the sky. Charlie would also see the massive number of crows that seem to be in this garden. Their eyes follow her as she moves, and she realizes these Crows are intelligent, not just birds. And then she sees one; a Crow in angle form.
The angel was standing next to a tree on a hill before her, mask on - one eerily similar to a plague doctor, black wings with green undertones flap one twice due to unseat. But the angel doesn't attack; just simply points deeper into the forest, encouraging Charlie to walk forward. As Charlie moves, it leads her toward the middle of the realm.
The angel would lead Charlie to the start of a large build, and she'd see Philza, or as she read about him, Azrael, with his back to them. Gone were the white and purple robes that the seraphim once adored, replaced with a black undershirt, dark green samue, and white and green striped bucket hat. Philza's black wings were tucked behind him, and the rainbow markings represented some of his many eyes blinking slowly at his visitor.
The scyth that was once used to reap souls now terraformed the Earth, creating more colorful, exotic plants as Philza brandished it like a wand, his angelic magic seeping from the blade into the forest floor. After a moment, he stopped.
He turned to his visitors, a surprised but not unhappy look on his face. Even his eyes were different from what Charlie had read. The once plum irises contrasted by lavender sclera had changed into a human blue and white sclera; they looked tired yet proud as he stood before the people he once considered to be allies or family.
"Charlie?" he breathes softly. A British accent that Philza did not have before leaving Heaven bled into his words, making his voice sound deep and soft, almost fatherly, "What are you going here?"
"Mom, are you busy.....? I kinda want to ask you for advice....? it's uh, relationship advice....?" She shifted awkwardly — from @alwayschasingraiinbows
"Relationship advice. . ?" She blinked and set aside her work, giving her full attention to Charlie. "Come on in, Charlie. What kind of advice are you looking for?"
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"Do you want to talk about it, dear?" She stroked Charlie's hair in a motherly sort of fashion before putting a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "You know you can always come to either me or your father if you need to."
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"Thanks for letting me stay at your hotel for the night, Charlie. I swear, every fucking day that stupid Hellevator breaks exactly when you don't need it to."
Bee pressed the tips of her fingers against her forehead, slowly rubbing to try and get rid of some of the stress-induced tension that had been building since she'd been told it would be another day before she could return to her own ring. There was going to be so much fucking work piled up by the time she got back... "But seriously, thanks for this, girl. Swear I'll be outta your hair first thing after breakfast!"
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"Mom, do you think you could convince dad to see a therapist?"
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"Hmm..." Lilith slightly tilts her side to side in thought. "I will mention it to him, but ultimately, it is up to him. He will need to take the steps to go to a therapist on his own. We cannot force him into doing anything he does not want. Therapy works best if the user is open to it. He'll get there eventually... I believe in him."
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The last time Adam saw blood....was when he died. No matter how hard he tried to forget it....it always came back to him. Red and gold mixing like a disgusting painting. Red dripping from his arm and then the pools of golden blood spilling out everywhere from when Niffty murdered him in front of a giddy crowd.
And now....it's red. Red red....he hated the color red. It brought him back deep in time to something....someone.
Someone who was probably giddy too back home.
Just so much red....disgusting red. Adam's body was shaking slightly as his eyes looked so big. His voice so small....scared.
" Sera's gonna hate me for getting red all over my clothes...."