#diablo solrius

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he’s trying his best

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concepts of Solrius in the Oleander incident timeline. His wing is damaged, he can’t fly anymore

Before - during Recovery - Healed

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Ask for Solarius: What do you think about all members of your family? (Angie's Council I mean)

His Majesty leans back in his chair, brushing the feather of the quill against the cheek of his helmet.

His family... his family. Angels who have watched him grow despite their doubts on the matter.

"I've always known Malthael to be withdrawn." He starts, the heel of his boot grinding in the floor idly. "He did not form deep connections with the Council, less so with me. Alas, I viewed him as a deity when I first met him." Solrius chuckles dryly, tiredly rubbing his helmeted forehead. His memory fails him most days and the headaches he gets from trying to think about past events are bothersome at best.

"I pity him. I do. I cannot imagine the angst and suffering he must have gone through as his Aspect fell." But he does have an idea of how it must have felt. He knows the many ways corruption can spread. His wings twitch. "However Malthael had to be punished for his betrayal of the Heavens. I would have delivered it personally, had I the chance."

Solrius stops grinding his heel. Suddenly, playing with the quill is much more interesting.

"If you're looking for positives, I'm afraid you won't find many." He tells you. His voice is monotone. There is a hint of sadness in the way his wings dim their light. "Itherael can barely look me in the eye. They blame themselves for that happened to my sister and I, even if I've forgiven them." He pauses, watching the individual parts of the feather shine and glimmer in the low light of his office.

"I think they're brave." He murmurs. "Brave and foolish for thinking they could have changed the outcome."

I wish they could teach me something new, like they used to do.

But such thought it quickly pushed. The Archangel of Love continues to fidget with the feather. The ink on the tip has dried, and he twirls it on the tip of his finger.

"Auriel has been more of a mother to me than my true mother." He admits and for a brief moment, he expects his father to barge in and shout at him for daring to say such things. When nothing happens, he looks down at you. "She is there when I need her the most."

When the pain gets too much, or when his thoughts grow too tormented for him to handle alone. When he finds himself trapped in his own fear and sorrow, she is always there. Even if he never called for her. Solrius stares down at the feather and sets it down on his desk.

"I admire her. She... is the only one I seem to get along with, no matter the situation. She visits my castle from time to time. Just to talk. Her Aspect is the hardest to bear of all, but she does it with a grace I can only wish for."

"... And then there's Tyrael. I never held this... anger for him before. We were close, back when I was younger. He taught me to find my voice and not to let myself be pushed around." He scoffs, his mood sour. "I find him stupid. Imbecilic- moronic- whatever word that fits. He abandoned the Heavens to pursue 'justice' elsewhere and in doing so, he has left the Host with little sense of direction. It befalls onto Auriel and I to settle disputes. His followers had no idea where to go, so they scattered under what Aspects remain." Solrius lists, his wings twitching with agitation.

He never did take loss lightly. He tries so hard to keep everything and everyone together.

"He never did tell us why he did it."

At least, not in the words they wanted to hear.

"But the coward made his choice. After I contacted him in regards to the Black Soulstone, I stopped talking to him."

"Finally, my father and I no longer see eye to eye. He was the first angel I met besides my mother. We were fine, until a decision of mine went wrong." He waves the thought away. The headache is already returning and his patience is growing thin.

"Imperius has always been stubborn and apoplectic. We argue every day, on almost every topic." He finishes the thought, and his shoulders slouch. The fur mantle feels heavy. The burden of guilt is still strong, even after centuries.

"I feel sorry for him. When Malthael left, he was the only one who acted and took up the role as Heaven's leader. He wasn't taught politics to that high of a level. My father is a warrior first and foremost. I'm confident to say he has no idea what he's doing. But his pride won't let him take any advice and we clash. Over and over and over again.

I don't know what to do or say to make the burden on his shoulders lighter."

The Archangel straightens in his seat and his crippled wing settles back in its holder. The quill is picked back up and His Highness waves a dismissal hand at you.

"Now go. I have work to do and I've stalled enough."

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From the character ask post: Does Solrius collect things?

19. Does your character collect anything?

He used to! Back in his younger days, he used to collect war trophies from the battles he went to. From skulls, to teeth, to bits and pieces of armor and broken demonic weapons. Sometimes he'd come back with a rock when he couldn't salvage anything from the battlefield, but he always came home with something.

After Oleander crippled him and killed his sister (Esther), Solrius threw out everything he'd ever collected in a manic episode. Since then, he hasn't been able to collect everything even as he recovered (for the most part). He isn't allowed to leave the heavens per order of the Angiris Council, and thus he doesn't see any battles at all. He spends each passing moment in the safety of the Silver City.

Demon skulls, armor and weapons send him into hysterics. There is nothing left to collect, as he's not allowed to step a single foot outside of the High Heavens. Maybe in an other life, he would have been collecting little trinkets from Sanctuary.

This life is not that life.