#diesirae.event

[theangelraphael]

OPEN STARTER: THE FIRST SEAL (0/3)

Their human body is a strange, inconvenient machine; prone to a multiplicity of sensations, many of them unpleasant; fallible in unaccountable ways; and bound to space and time in a way they aren’t accustomed to. Gravity is wildly annoying, as is inertia. Raphae–no, Hyeon-Seo for now–feels the pull of it causing undue stress to the new flesh of their body. 

They move strangely through the room, as if they aren’t yet used to moving at all; as if they expect to push off from the ground and simply float away unencumbered. But they don’t. They simply take a step that moves them a minute distance forward, then, after a frustrated pause, they take another one. This is how they propel themself into the nightclub, eyes locked on the dance floor. There is so much to look at now. Perception in a body is a confrontation. Everything is so much closer, so much more tangible than it once was. Hyeon-seo often finds their attention trapped by each new stimulus, barely able to be dragged away from one before it settles stubbornly onto another.

It's a distraction, and a vulnerability. They spend so long caught on the details of the approach; the movement of a body through space; the reflection of light off of fabric and skin; the subtle displacement o f air; each of these is noted, observed and carefully catalogued before they finally register exactly WHO is approaching them.

“Hello,” they offer, poorly attempting to keep their tone neutral. There's an odd, song-like quality to their voice, and they take great care in shaping each syllable, still learning how to communicate through language and sound. “It has been a very long time. How are you?”

[diesirae-rp]

Heaven remains quiet. the start of a new era.

trigger warnings: death, self harm It ends with a loud ringing in everybody's ear, like a scream, too high to be noticeable for anyone who isn't divine, demonic or cursed. The music still animates all mortals to dance, but others are catching up with what's going on. It's the Angel's lament and with that Lilith is quick to send mortals on their way out. They weep, weep, weep, a noise so deafening, some are caught flinching or covering their ears.

Then, the Angel CASSIEL can be seen weeping in front of the remaining seventeen, their tears faintly golden and shimmering against their skin. Nobody could've prepared them for the truth.

“The Throne's empty, bloodstained. One of you freed Cain from his eternal prison. Now GOD's dead and one of you is responsible.”

Only one can rule the golden throne. Only through cunning and strength you'll defeat them all, to usher in a new age. Hell breaks loose, both in a literal and figurative sense. From what has been attributed to a simple disconnect to murder just didn't sit right with most of them. It wasn't just a broken connection, with Earth being their new prison, but a last resort to send the MASTER's Angels and Demons on their way to determine the greatest of all, worthy of a bloodstained, holy throne.

In a last act of loyalty, the Angel CASSIEL can be seen holding a dagger to his throat, its wooden handle carved with a curious, unsettling symbol. Once cut, ichor stains the black ground, a sight gruesome enough to cause some to gasp.

GABRIEL, having now managed to even connect Demons, calls MICHAEL unfit to lead, considering they've made sure to condemn LUCIFER to a life in the shadows, while not being diplomatic enough to find a better solution than war. GABRIEL offers themselves as a possible leader/subordinate, strengthening their own claim, especially after what has been revealed tonight. War was never the solution, diplomacy, unity, would have to win.

MICHAEL and LUCIFER are equals now, neither with or without guidance, supposed to rule their own, but who can they really trust? It is then, that both realize the rules have changed. Neither party is either innocent nor guilty. Upon realizing this, MICHAEL attracts ARIEL with an offer: fight and rule with me and you shall gain eternal domain over Earth. Having listened to their conversation, it's MAMMON who decides to step in. "Why fight with them, when you fight against all on your own, Lion of God? Be a lion." If all fails, MAMMON can always rely on their own experience and money to rule them all.

The ichor calls to AZRAEL like a lover's voice as they see every death that will come and every soul that will be lost. THEY don't just bring endings anymore, THEY become them. And it's where they see THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE escape their prison as DEATH calls, sings to them as a warning. Freed from their prison, AZRAEL sees new allies, above all.

BEELZEBUB, drawn to the ichor, cannot help themselves and reaches for the liquid, tasting it, devouring it. A complete rush overcomes them, visions of the throne now abandoned and bloodstained. A smile creeps unto BEELZEBUB's face. When will this hunger ever end?

CHAMUEL helps BEELZEBUB after they've tasted the ichor, they can feel the terror within everybody's mind, how alliances change, how their own mind shifts to reveal the sordid truth of their relationship to BEELZEBUB, causing JOPHIEL to question their true allegiance. CHAMUEL feels BEELZEBUB's heart as if it were their own. The terror, the hunger, the ache; love and corruption twists together until they can't tell which side they're on anymore.

JOPHIEL can be seen approaching the lifeless Angel as well, ichor staining their fingers as they marvel at the shimmering ichor. A quick look around reveals the ongoing feud and void without beauty. Wasn't it up to them to create it? They don't want the throne, not necessarily, but with beauty gone, they now seek to indulge, starting with the very first ideology - there's beauty in power.

A call from the depths, LEVIATHAN can hear the voices of chaos whisper to them, bittersweet and intoxicating. A dominion without a ruler could be their salvation, their final ascension and promotion to their ranks. With their eyes set on the price, LEVIATHAN realizes how easy ascending actually is: forever take the place of someone else, taste their ichor. The murder of an Angel, just for the sake of being someone under LUCIFER's rule.

RAPHAEL, in an attempt to help CASSIEL in their last moments, reaches for their fellow Angel to stop the bleeding, only to be whispered a warning into their ear: "it was... you.". With ichor now staining their hands, RAPHAEL's hands tremble as they desperately try to remove the ichor from their hands. It sticks and with that a new question arises: who could heal this world from tyranny, if not YOU?

ASMODEUS, in an attempt to use the chaos to their advantage, pulls EVE aside, confessing, possibly for the first time, their attraction and devotion to the cursed mortal. A promise whispered between them followed up by a condition: I will give you the world and more, your freedom and equality, if only you'll stand by my side. ADAM knows something's off just by the look on their faces. He'd been eager to rule himself, mortal or not. His eyes fall on the SPYMASTER BELPHEGOR. Master of all, he realizes he needs to play the long game of waiting, collecting secrets, to eventually fight fire with fire. To separate BELPHEGOR from all other Demons, to win their trust, alas, BELPHEGOR knows how to play. They realize his plans and, soon enough, they'd uncover the truth about the first man. Surely, he's the one who profits most from a new MASTER in their midst, someone more forgiving.

SATAN and ARIEL see CAIN, ABEL and the TRAITOR as chaos erupts. They emerge from the depths, freed from God's influence. They both experience a vision that leaves them confused: CAIN as the one who has slain their MASTER, but on whose orders? Whose support?

LILITH can feel the sudden change as more and more are willing to sin. Maybe it was never about freedom, but about her own power. Given the chance, she'll just wait and see them destroy each other. For now, there are enough lies to be spread in order to give them enough reason to fight one another. With the throne being vacant, she can now feel a sense of freedom and sin, as do the other CURSED MORTALS, allowing them to make their own decisions more freely, all the while they see NEW POSSIBLE ALLIES in a vision, shaking up everything. Sinning and playing sounds so much better anyways.

this marks the of our first event

Players may now freely interact apart from the event, either in flashbacks or other settings to determine new and secret alliances as well as enemies.

God has been killed. Only a few know that Cain killed him, but on whose orders? Tension rise while they must determine a new Leader.

This event is meant to introduce our characters to their new surroundings, to give them a sense of what's to come, because they know and feel it, something's changing, stirring, and they're forced against one another yet again.

Please welcome our new skeeltons: the horseman of conquest, the horseman of war, the horseman of famine, the horseman of death, the traitor, cain & abel. They'll be posted over the course of the next few days. All of them will have a short description with no connections attached as they'll be new to the game and will be able to create their own agenda.

[invideree]

OPEN STARTER The First Seal Eden Nightclub

The city glared at him. Every light, every screen, every noise seemed designed to remind him he didn’t belong here. Leviathan sat at the bar, shoulders drawn tight beneath the low hum of mortal chatter. The air smelled of cheap perfume and electricity — he despised both.

They stirred their drink without looking at it, watching instead the way the crowd shimmered under neon light. Humanity had perfected envy; mortals wore it like a dress, smiling while they tore each other apart. It should have amused the demon. It didn’t.

They took a slow sip, expression somewhere between irritation and boredom. Their eyes flicked toward the door, as if measuring how long they could stand to stay in paradise.

When another presence slipped into their awareness. Something ancient, familiar. Didn’t bother to turn, just a faint twitch of his jaw, the smallest exhale of annoyance. “Hate it here?” The Hellmouth muttered, voice low and edged with disdain. “Even Hell knew how to keep the lights dim.”

[getschmacked]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝑻𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 ―― 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐋.

He wasn’t supposed to be there. Not tonight, not ever. The air felt too heavy with perfume and sin, too full of lost souls poisoning their bodies and worshiping the flesh as if salvation had never been invented. And that name... Eden, huh? He almost laughed when he saw the sign above the entrance, the irony stinging sharper than the cold night air. A garden turned into a nightclub. It made sense, in a cruel way.

He wasn’t there as a guest, not really. The invitation had arrived days ago, and though he’d told himself it was nothing, something inside him, call it instinct, call it faith, refused to let it go. Maybe this was a sign. Maybe his ownFather was finally pointing him toward something real. He’d been chasing truth since he first set foot on Earth, and lately, it felt closer than ever — tangled somewhere between Elias Navarro’s half-answers and his own exhaustion. The last audition hadn’t helped; it had only drained him further, left him staring at the mirror wondering if the reflection still belonged to him or to the lie he’d been living.

Now, surrounded by flashing lights and fragile laughter, he moved through the crowd with that same calm control he carried everywhere. The tailored suit, deep burgundy, almost bleeding into the shadows, fit him with effortless precision. He looked expensive, dangerous even, though he didn’t even notice. His shirt, half-unbuttoned, revealed a glint of gold at his chest, and when he adjusted his cuff, it wasn’t vanity, it was just reflex.

— Eden, — he murmured to himself, the name curling like smoke on his tongue. — If this is paradise… Then God really does have a dark sense of humor.

He checked his watch, the seconds ticking too loudly, and let his gaze wander. Every face seemed blurred, every gesture rehearsed. But he was waiting. For what, he didn’t know. Maybe for the next piece of the truth to walk right into him. Maybe for Elias. Maybe for something divine, or something damned.

Either way, he stayed. Because somehow, he knew, the night was only just beginning.

[getschmacked]

DIVINE LITIGATION;

exclusive muse blog affiliated with & written for diesirae-rp, a character study crafted and portrayed by Emi for storytelling purposes only — dark themes, faith, sin, and law entwined.

Michael Crawford. › 27y. Archangel. Criminal Lawyer. “he speaks the truth like it’s a weapon;

▸ DOSSIER. VISAGE. RECORDS. AESTHETIC. TESTIMONY..”..

[getschmacked]

BASIC INFO

Gender & Pronouns: Cis male, he/him.

Faceclaim: Jacob Elordi (Saltburn, Euphoria).

Realm: Protection, Fate, Justice, Humility, Champion of Heaven.

Species: Angel (Archangel).

Power: Fire Manipulation.

ㅤㅤㅤTHE ARCHANGEL IN EXILE.

A blade forged in devotion, tempered in a sibling's shadow. He wore the sunlit armor of a purpose never his own, while another basked in a warmer light. From that gentle bruise, a bitter ambition bloomed. His great victory was a symphony of silence, composed of severed bonds and the hollow echo in his Master's gaze. He gained a throne and lost the language of innocence, each perfect order etching a deeper line of fear upon the faces of the divine. A paranoia of grace took root, a pride born from the terror he saw in his own reflection. Now, he walks a city of neon and dust, where choice is a heavy crown. The freedom to rule is the burden of memory, the ghost of a cycle that turns its wheel again. Here, in the desert's electric exile, he seeks a quieter truth. Perhaps a kingdom can be built not on the edicts of a distant heaven, but on the fragile, forgotten architecture of love. This is his last testament: to break the celestial geometry of his own design.