#maidofvisions

[cruelseraph]

"She thought you did away with burning as a punishment!!!"

"I'm not burning anything~ But letting someone do the work for you isn't too bad? It's not burning a human, just a pest. Fire is pure after all."

[kiki-theordinary-blog]

"Hello beautiful. And just who are you supposed to be?" 

[electorofhell]

"You know a lot about history, right? . . . . Teach her about herself." There was an overtly determined look on the Saint's face, she wouldn't back down from seeing the mission she set for herself through.

William could only stare at the saint wondering why she would come to him of all people. He was a genius but still, it was odd, “I do but have you even tried to do some research yourself? There are books in libraries and stuff, try there and them come to me if you still need a bit of help.“ Not going to help for free that is.

[electorofhell]

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[villiamtwining-blog]

"So you're the elector~! Nice to meet you."

He turned around to see the young woman standing there. Is it another demon? “Who are you? And if you’re here to ask me to choose someone the answer is no.” He was used to them just appearing out of nowhere by now.

[sacrificialmaid]

αєѕσριαη |✞| мαι∂σƒνιѕισηѕ

  So he did regret it. Huh… blue eyes glanced back at him for a brief moment before she sighed. “She just… was wondering! She was, ahhh, she’s no longer really welcome in Heaven, for now anyway. But…. she did everything that was God’s will when she was a human—- She didn’t know she’d become a Saint, of that Michael would come and—- and she never once minded in the end. Even if it hurt a lot of people she loved and cared for.”

To the point that one sold his soul just to see her again Because she had been too blind following God and the Angel who visited her to see things right in front of her, to do anything but listen. There were even time when the voices had told her the wrong things, that Gilles and others had corrected without her knowledge.

"So she was wondering… if it was wrong to regret it, if Jeanne was the only one who—- who didn’t think it was what we were promised as humans. But, she’s not the only one… so it’s fine, right? Even though she was kicked out, she worried about these kinds of things. But…

… Maybe she shouldn’t think these things though!” Now the Saint was rambling. “It’s probably frustrating to the people who care about her.”

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[✞] ;; —— Metatron stays silent as she speaks, the only sign of him listening the intent look on his eyes as he stares at her. He knows her story, of course -- as the Archangel assigned to keep and write the Akashic Records, he holds an infinite knowledge of countless of people. Jeanne D'Arc, also known as The Maid of Orléans, was not an exception. Quite the opposite, actually; she had been one of the people who had caught His attention, one of the few who He had sent signals to. Yes, Metatron remembered quite clearly the day Michael went to her, the promise of a powerful ally (puppet) in such a young girl much too tempting to simply ignore. He thought it unfortunate, but he had been through the same. He knew she wouldn't fight back. 

[✞] ;; —— ❝I think,❞ He speaks casually, features schooling into a sympathetic expression, —— ❝That you were treated unfairly.❞ He had not been burned at the stake, but he had been thrown in prison for defending the Lord's will, for following Michael's orders. He had suffered beatings and had been constantly humiliated, and yet...he had never questioned anything; he was merely a human, fascinated and enchanted by an angel's lullaby, eager to please Him. It was his mission in life, what he dedicated every single one of his days in, what he left what was left of his family for. His youngest daughter had been only thirteen years old, her mother long dead, and he left her and her siblings for this.

[✞] ;; —— So yes, Metatron could relate to this maiden whose mind was dubious, and his sympathy was genuine. —— ❝You were betrayed by your kind, the people who you continously risked your life to protect. Tied to a stake, burned until death, and none of them helped. You were deemed guilty for doing the right thing.❞

[✞] ;; —— He leans forward slightly, cocking his head and frowning softly as his hand flies up to his chest, pressing it flat where his heart was supposed to be. —— ❝And now? You're not even allowed to have doubts without consequences. On top of that, you were kicked out of the place you supposedly belong, the place you were taught to call home, by no one other than Michael, who brought you here. Tell me, is that just?❞

[✞] ;; —— The dark-haired Archangel retreats, and the smile on his face is honest as he winks playfully at her. —— ❝It's not wrong to regret things, and it's okay to think about it. It's good to talk about it, too. Don't stop for the sake of others.❞ He then pokes her chest with a nimble finger, right above her heart, just as he did with himself moments ago. —— ❝You've been selfless enough already. Allow yourself to be you.❞

[cruelseraph]

(TRISHA, MOMO I LOVE YOU PLEASE DON'T HATE ME FOR MY MUSE ;A; <3333)

[cruelseraph]

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Plus there are pages thay summarize chapters up to pillar 50 U:

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