#dialoiii

[folkhundr]

Malthael @ Sabirah during RoS

[folkhundr]

The angels of wisdom

But it's literally just The Office

[folkhundr]

sabirah and azabel from A moment of peace

look man I love azabel but his wings are hell to draw

[folkhundr]

“After a hair-rising ride through a portal that felt like a year, Lyndon and Quiet came crashing out, screaming bloody murder, before colliding with the stone pavement. They arrived to a dark damp crypt-like place, that was clearly on Sanctuary, but Lyndon couldn’t recognize it. They quickly recovered and began sneaking around, looking for the way out… and saw two robed angels leaving through the stairs. Having no better idea, they followed them.”

After such a scream echoing within the various levels and halls of the ruins, the angels were visibly on edge. Sabirah, even with her wings as sharp as a metal blade, couldn't cut through the tension the sound had left behind. Worriedly, she tapped Ramma on the shoulder; who seemed as equally paranoid as her.

"It was probably a fiend killing a mortal," She tried to reason in an attempt to relax the maiden. "Come on, the others are waiting for us." Ramma's wings flared up a little in order to light up the stairwell that would lead them to their group. Sabirah, however, stayed behind for a few seconds longer; daring to gaze over her shoulder. Whatever that had been, surely it was dead now, right?

"Mrrow." Apparently her dear companion disagreed with her. The maiden knew that lingering was no good idea and that perhaps one of those Risen somehow fancied light instead of flesh, but this whole thing felt... wrong. Everything gave off the aura of dead, rotten, nothing alive. But now... there was something alive here.

But what?