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[forgottenxsoldier]

Marie once more found herself sitting on a bed at the clinic in Sloth. She had a few questions about pregnancies for angels, as that vision she had a few days ago truly shook her to the core.

Or was it a dream...?

Did she have her bath so hot that afternoon that she was seeing things? Dear Lord, she truly hoped not.

Those two figure were firmly in her mind. She truly wished to know who they were. The name Emily sounded familiar but she just couldn't get her brain to work for her to remember.

Well, she had to wait for the doctor to come in to answer her questions. All she could really do was stare at the walls as her thoughts ran away from her.

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[radioiaci]

@fxiled-fxithful ▹ liked for a starter.

Irritation swells somewhere within Alastor's chest when he senses the angelic presence nearby, still distrustful, but mindful of the other's role in the prevention of his overall demise.

Not that he has any particular 'thank you's lined up. He would be just as standoffish in his greeting - a nod of the head to acknowledge her but little else before he speaks aloud.

"I would assume you had other duties to attend to rather than flit about nearby."

And doing the things that... angels do. Whatever those may be.

[alteregozowie]

🌈 - A dream from their childhood

In Dreams:

When Alastor did manage to find sleep, the dreams often terrorized him, preventing him from any rest he hoped to get.

This time, however, it was a strange dream. He couldn't tell if it was a memory or a warped sense of one.

He saw himself as a child, roaming the bayou, and as children do, picking up sticks, rocks, anything 'neat' he could get his hands on. Little treasures, his Mama called them.

She had told him not to go near the waters of the swamp, gators lived there. Big ones, too. He had never seen one, and thought maybe his Mama was trying to scare him away from the water.

But she wasn't around, and curiousity got the better of him.

He hung around for awhile, a little disappointed in not seeing a giant gator, and was about to turn around when he heard the guttural growl.

Whipping around, he saw a burst of feathers take to the sky behind some tall grass. Immediately, he trekked over to it, climbing one of the bigger boulders to get a better look.

An alligator.

The large gator had a rather big water bird in it's mouth, the jagged teeth of it's jaws clamped down on it hard. Blood stained the feathers, and around the mouth itself, dripping into the murky water.

He watched in morbid fascination as the gator blinked it's strange eyes, almost knowing that it had an audience. It snapped it's jaws with a sickening crunch, more blood messily dripping and slowly dissipating.

What did that feel like? He wondered. The jaws crunching on bone like it was a flimsy stick. The sick cracking, the blood, the gator's feral grumbling. It was a short moment in time that felt much longer, taking the animal only two or three bites before it swallowed it's prey.

Then the gator turned with the flick of it's tail, back into it's swampy water below.

Completely in awe, he wondered what the bird felt in those final seconds. Did it die immediately or did it suffer? What did it think about, if birds did that? What was the gator thinking?

It was all so fascinating, watching something like that.

Watching something lose the light in it's eyes.

Scrambling from the boulder, he started skipping back towards the house. If he wasn't home before dark, Mama would worry, and he couldn't have that.

[brokendreamscreation]

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Cuddle - @fxiled-fxithful

Feeling familiar, gentle arms wrap around him, Lucid rolls slightly on his side to see Angela. His wings are currently retracted, allowing the contact to be closer between them. Smiling warmly, the seraph rolls himself to face her, hooking an arm over her waist. His hand traces circles on the center of her back and hums.

“Hello Angela~ Come to cuddle with me?”

[keenie-bopper]

(LINK) - Normally when Keenie addresses other Angels, she reverts to her old stuffy protocols in the hopes of winning over her superiors. However at that moment, as she stood before Angela and Philza, the Cherub did not feel like she had to practice any formalities. Keenie had nothing to prove to these two beings. They already trusted her. They approved of her relationship, and they wanted to help protect her and her partner.

“Lady Angela? Sir Philza? I wanted to thank you for speaking so openly and supportively about the relationship of my partner and I.”

“Not many people in Heaven approve of the choices I have made in my love life.”

“It means the world to me to have someone with such a stellar reputation to offer their care and protection for the man I love.”

“When I left Heaven, I felt like I had no friends to leave behind. But now it feels like I have a community to support me no matter where I am in the afterlife.”

“So again I hope, that you will please accept my greatest and sincerest thanks. And maybe someday I can offer the same comfort and protection to both of you!”

Thank You @fxiled-fxithful & @mages-pandoras-box

Psst @the-delightful-temptation!

[dick-meister]

“Awww, is someone a little angy that I blew up half of Daddy dearest?”

[hells-sirenqueen]

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Walking about the halls of the palace, Lilith was very much on edge with the drama she had to deal with during the day. This much stress wasn't good for her or the child she was to have. Still, she needed to make sure that she was at least a little calm. The last thing she wanted to do was put her little one at risk.

It was when she walked past the armory that she felt a strange feeling near by. The hairs at the back of her neck stood up. It was a similar sensation when she was visited by God. A holy being was near by.

A low hissing growl could be heard from Lilith as her eyes narrowed, frantically looking around,"You can come out now. I know you are around here somewhere.."

[hxly-fxther]

This was a risky idea, but it was all she could think of to be allowed to fight.

She needed to be there!

Somewhere, deep inside that mass of darkness, was the God she loved she adored with all her heart. He showed her kindness when she was surrounded by shadow and her heart was molded into ice, so it was time she did the same. It was time she repaid him with the kindness he gave her.

There was only a single problem she faced..

She was with the child, and many wished for her to remain within the barracks.

She was the Left Hand of God, a Messenger, an angelic servant who took her duties with pride.

"Father, I know you're in there..somewhere..Please. I wish to fight. To prove that I am worthy of the field among your many harbingers. I have but one problem. I am with child, three weeks or so, if my math is correct. Is there no way someone could..hold onto the little one for me so I may fight?"

Feeble creatures and their morals, large hurdles to them are but insignificant to the being before her. Offspring? At a time like this? Of course it would be the noble type to believe keeping her away from where she is needed in order to safeguard the ‘future’ would repel her from being there.

The air is still, the being with large white eyes turns to the holy woman and creeps forward. For her. What is she to god? An experiment? A lover? Or a fool who had convinced herself the love she held for the divine being was anything but simple devotion.

A shadowy appendage reaches out and breaks that symbol of prayer, holding her wrist high. Darkness consumes light and to Angela it seems as though the mass of darkness grew all around her seemingly consuming until all she could see is darkness and that awfully cold feeling of his hand on her wrist.

And there is something strange that happens next, something that no one can feel. A removal of something, taken, placed elsewhere. What was once a roadblock is now no more and as soon as the hand of the being is taken off of her, that darkness retracts, creeping backwards to reveal that room they were in once more. Those shadows continually retract and retract and retract till it is just the head of the being and before that too would disappear there is but one word spoken.

“Guilty.”

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Down in the Sloth ring would lay a creature. A woman. An Angel. Long since thought to be dead, however saved by the good graces of an overlord, brought back to health and yet not having memories of her past. Where one soul resided, now became two. She would not know, maybe she would feel a little more sick in the coming days. A little weaker. A little more bedrest to be needed.

There, the roadblock would be held, safe, away from the battle. If Angela were to fall, the child would still be born. It would be seen as a miracle, perhaps a true gift of god. None would know of its origins, not even the father. A Angel who gave birth to an unknown baby in Hell… What a story to be had.

For now. It remains to be seen if that is the tale to be woven.

@forgottenxsoldier