Nov 21, 2017
Given the option, if you one day fade away, would you want to be reborn as a human?
Ew.
“No, definitely not. If it isn’t for any specific cause then I would not like to mingle among those mortals more than necessary.”
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Given the option, if you one day fade away, would you want to be reborn as a human?
Ew.
“No, definitely not. If it isn’t for any specific cause then I would not like to mingle among those mortals more than necessary.”
Church Sunday
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Peering around the edge of the wall, Dantalion surveyed the pews and pillars of the church floor below. He was tucked safely from sight on the second floor balcony where he had snuck in from the bell tower stairs, because damned if he was coming thru the front door. He was here for one thing, and that wasn't to get into a scuffle with the angel-turned-pastor. Not to mistake him, he would love to pluck that arrogant chicken bald. But Will had expressly forbade him to antagonize the other excessively, especially within the school grounds. And of all the opponents he did NOT want Will cutting his powers out on mid-fight, the sadistic angel was in the top five. Uriel would hardly pull his punches in that situation, and just because Dantalion could get around his orders, he wasn't keen on a holy bitch slap before Will could guilt the angel into backing off.
He was here, however, to get some much overdue petty pay back. He had just the plan to mess with that over fluffed "guardian". And it didn't even violate Will's orders...technically. No one would be injured...okay, it was the only thing he could think of that would be within Will’s restrictions that would be sufficiently disruptive. He shook himself from his thoughts, no time to be inattentive. The place looked deserted, he had the perfect chance. With one last glance around, he quickly vaulted himself over the railing, landing effortlessly on the floor, and trotted over to the holy water font on the wall. Devilsh smile on his face, his hands went to his pants and the sound of a metal zipper, then by liquid on liquid quickly followed.
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Viridescent eyes turn over Uriel, distant and a little glassy.
“ a p o l o g i e s, please, o saintly angel, help me. “
( even in a state of pain, he still has the energy to be sarcastic. Solomon leans back against one of the stones.) “ If you could, fetch water, cloth and herbs. Please. “ At least the last one sounds sincere.
“whose blood is that?”
“ rather likely that it is my OWN, I’m afraid. “
Solomon kneels, unable to keep strong on his own weight. He shifts to cover the wound to his side, feels the heat of BLOOD under his fingers. Not good.
“ U R I E L -- I may.... require your ASSISTANCE. “
;A; Kick his ass, Michael.
“Oh I will~”
continue from x
It came with a great cost, but Uriel was used to making sacrifices these days. As for the mortals they had watched over for millennia, the right thing wasn’t always the easiest to do. And he knew he was doing the right thing, even if it meant tearing Heaven’s serenity apart by opposing factions.
“Despite your faults and mine, I couldn’t abandon you to that fate. I won’t be dogged by Metatron if I can help it.” He thought to the angels left in Metatron’s command. “This might be your greatest battle yet..”
“My greatest battle yet-...” The words tasted odd as he echoed the phrase. It was not right, it was not his battle. Michael’s only battle, was with Lucifer. Once that was done and he had defeated and locked away the former morning star, he would not have any more battles to fight.
“I’m supposed to face Lucifer, not that winged clay doll” To what point would that be? Taking back his position in heaven, for what reason? His cause would be done, that’s why he had kept himself from resting. “That puppet will not have heaven.” Michael hissed, unsure which one he meant, Metatron or Sitri, or both. “But what purpose do I have in leading it, if we succeed, if I reclaim it?”
I love and support you.
When they had ben in heaven, this would have been something as easy as a greeting, considering his status and would have been brushed of as one. But here, it came as a surprise, and Michael was unsure of how to respond. Some sort of gratitude was to be given but a simple ‘thank you’ didn’t feel right.
A hesitant hand reached out to his shoulder, brushing lightly over the fabric. “I need that”