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To say the room darkened would be a misconception. The light merely coalesced, sucked from every nook and cranny to the central point of summoning, distorting as it left shadow and nothingness in its wake. Forming into a shape. A thing. An entity, wings batting past the final veil of reality keeping her in check.

Awake.

“MORTAL. FOR WHAT PURPOSE HAVE YOU AWOKEN LN’ETA THE STARSPAWN, AND BROUGHT ABOUT THE END OF REA.. LI... TY...?”

Darkness cast off in an instant, the room’s natural light levels returning as the theatrics were suddenly and utterly halted.

“Wait a minute! You’re not a mortal! Why in the realms did someone like you rise me from my slumber?!”

It was a bit embarrassing, having her routine stopped in its tracks at the sight of a glimmering halo overhead of her summoner. An Angel? Bringing forth an Outer God? Just like that?! This was unprecedented! She was so flabbergasted that she just... stood there. Frozen. Taken utterly aback by this angel.

#Beyond All That We Know ;; Ln'eta #closetedcuriosity #they've both escaped containment...#what will they do...

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“Azazel. What, pray tell, are thou doing on this mortal plane?”

Of course, they were doing their best to mask their voice. But perhaps the manner of speech being so different alone would do the job. Perhaps, more likely, it was the visage in front of the angel that really hid her identity better.

The bright white and gold military cap over black bangs (and horns to hide them), it was gently adjusted by the white silk gloves as the Archangel awaited an answer. Their piercing blue glare would likely have brought chills were it not for the blindfold tied tightly over her eyes, two gold visages of said eyes unblinking in their judging gaze.

Truly, the angel(?) before her was the spitting image of one of the Archangels in Heaven, complete with the restrictive military garb. As if there were any doubt, there’s a brief extension of gray wings before they flick back into her back.

Yes, most likely knew of this one.

Raguel, Archangel of Justice, Vengeance, ...etc.. In charge of keeping Fallen Angels and Demons in check. Along with, perhaps the most concerning, casting Angels down from the Golden City.

#closetedcuriosity #Blind as a Bat Duh ;; IC #she's internally laughing so hard. she can't breathe.

@closetedcuriosity asked: It was rude to refuse an invitation, she knew, seemingly herculean task not withstanding; even assuming her arms hold out, she could hardly reach a dignified position for dipping at her height... of course, Azazel was nothing if not quick to find solutions. You can almost see the lightbulb flash in her eyes, before unfurling magically from her back came not one, but two pairs of wings.

In a single beat, she'd been carried well to eye-level with the goddess, now perfectly able to bring one gloved hand to her shoulder and another to her back as she came closer, so caught up in simply fulfilling the request that not once did she sweat or redden. not even as weight would begin fighting against her wings and arms.

Just committing to the dip, almost not realizing what came with it as she followed recorded routine closely as she could, her body straining but remarkably not breaking supporting the other's weight.

Not even as she leaned in.

If there were any regrets in her mind, they hadn't surfaced yet.

“Fhtgan, hai?!”

She was shocked that, in actuality, Azazel truly was going to take her up on the invitation. Face pinkens just a shade when Azazel’s wings come forth, watching as they’re suddenly on equal footing, staring into each other’s eyes. It had not been what she expected from her casual teasing, yet it wasn’t something Ln’eta was going to pass on now that she was this far.

Feeling Azazel’s surprisingly assured grasp, she was still in awe while being guided low. One set of tentacles, that made up her leg, raised reflexive to help her keep balance considering her size. A pounding in her core as the angel was actually committing to the action. Leaning in close to the eldritch maw for such a mortal exchange.

Tentacle curl, caressing jaw tenderly as the angel delves into the unknown. Despite what may have been expected, at least this time, Azazel’s lips find purchase against another set. Even while Ln’eta’s tentacles explore jaw and neck gently, suckers gently squeezing and releasing flesh as their bodies press together.

The strawberry lips, tasting so sweet, part as the slight chattering of teeth is heard even as she finds a tongue more proper sliding against angelic lips to delve however deep she’s allowed before the tender moment is broken. When it is, the outer god still seems, to put it lightly, utterly stunned.

“Tharanak uln c-s’uhn ephaii, darling.”

#Beyond All That We Know ;; Ln'eta #closetedcuriosity #loose translation: wait now?!#loose translation 2: promise to call our pact again darling #she is down bad and made the kiss more accessible for azazel jkasd

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