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Send “⏬” to see my muse in a low point of their life
Alternatively, send “⏫” to see them in a high point.
It was quiet and dark. Almost as if time stopped itself soon after the former angel blacked out after being throw to the pits of the under realm. There was no sign of life in sight, not even a simple patch of grass. Everything was darkness occupied by the light given off by the moon. All you can hear was the thunderstorms cracking as the rain poured hard down on the rough terrain around Asariel. It didn’t take long for him to sprout up from the ground from the few drops that made contact on his face. He didn’t know where he was, nor did he know if anyone was around. ✞ ⋆⛧~“Hello– HELLO?. Fumus? Vicers? ANYONE?!” He’s looking around hysterically, hoping someone was there to respond to his distressed cries but that’s when his memory struck him. Them. He was banished to this hell. A pause of movement took place before he glances at the moon. It took him time to process what went down. From the time the feathers of his wings were ripped off to the time he heard Justim’s disapproval of his behavior. Tears began to shed from his eyes as he began to slowly morph into anger and guilt.
✞ ⋆⛧~ “I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY!! I’M SORRY I COULDN’T CONTROL IT!! TAKE ME BACK I’LL BETTER, I PROMISE, please..”
This was all a dream, but a reliving of it as he jumped rolled off the bed from Nick’s bed side, waking up with tears in his eyes nearly hyperventilating from the relived trauma. He crawled to the edge of the bed breaking down in to tears shaking and yelling.
“I...didn’t mean it.--”