#arnold;

[frrosti]

[ sms ]: ¿La increíble fiesta de ayer te dejó con resaca? 

No tenía más ideas, y detestaba comenzar charlas con un simple “hola”. Era relativamente temprano y no tenía qué hacer, aunque sabía que debía dejar la casa en un rato, o se asfixiaría ahí. En otras palabras: no tenía planes pero quería salir y hacer algo. Después molestó a Mathias, pero éste de seguro estaba muerto por beber como imbécil, o sea, no le respondió. /@violace0us 

[fantasycorruptors]

"There's much worse that could be happening to you, Kamael. Or far better, maybe. You're too blind to see it. You, all of your brothers... Your father, too. Til the very end the fool thought this was being done for the good of all of you..." Arnold held his pipe in one hand, the other supporting his head as he leaned back in the armchair, looking at the scenery outside the window. The young Corbeaus would often wonder how on earth he was still in such good shape for an old man, but in moments like these when he stayed alone with his memories, the pain would return and remind him he was far from eternal.

"That man is right to have done what he did. Death is but one way for sinners to atone for their sins. To show our Lord that they are willing to abandon their earthly bodies of sin. None of you were willing to atone. None of you! And yet him... I fail to understand why you two are brought together so close. Though... I do see it, too. I see why."

"You can finally use a figure like this in your life, Kamael. After you rejected me and your uncle and saw the message God sent us. It was delivered to us by an angel like you. His wings were not like yours, dark like a demon's, like a being from hell - but you bear all the sins. All of your brothers' sins are yours also. This is why your wings are black. Your soul is just as dark, my dear. And this man will open your eyes to this truth. There are no villains or heroes in this world."

"Sometimes good people are forced to do bad things to keep living, Kamael. You forget that, don't you? Good and bad mean nothing to you, you poor godless fool. And they're everything!" The old man's voice rose dramatically in a moment of emotion. "I hope you realise this. This, and what I told you about death earlier. Death is atonement. And although your bodies are serving the holiest and the unholiest now, this will not be so forever. You will die someday, too. We all atone for our sins. I did so too. When you became angels."