“And so you wear their fear like a bridal veil”.
&&. ( sanem aydın ) was just spotted in amsterdam. rumor has it ( she ) is a ( 1,779 / appears 28 ) year old ( angel of light ) who resembles ( melisa pamuk ). ( she ) has been said to be ( devoted & intelligent ) but also quite ( ruthless & unrepentant ).with all the chaos surrounding the magical underworld, ( she ) has chosen to align with ( the angels of light ). ( she ) is currently serving as ( a warrior angel / soldier ). hopefully the city doesn’t devour them whole.
Hey there, angels! It’s Jay, resident gay boi here with my daughter Sanem! As always you can pop into my dms here or on discord @ megan thee stallion’s right boot #3410 for plotting and being cute!
Name: Sanem Demir
Age: Twenty-eight (1,779 but who’s counting?)
Allegiance: Angels of Light
Sexuality: Homosexual
Occupation: Warrior Angel / Soldier
Gender: Cisgender woman
Theme song: I Am Shell I Am Bone - Gazelle Twin
† In Depth.
She had been crafted by careful and capable hands, in the same divine cosmic energy that which made her invincible. She appeared in the fading gloss of eternity, a creature molded entirely from a vision within a mind beyond both mortal and immortal comprehension. In her ears came the sweet croonings of her blessed siblings, each of them rubbing soft circles onto the back of fledgling wings. You will be the bringer of peace, an agent of prosperity, a servant. It is in your care that the weak shall find solace. The poor, bewildered creature had been given an eternal task before even being given a name, though she would later come to know herself as Sanem. Let it be known that her role in eternity It isn’t something that should be taken lightly, and she definitely doesn’t take it lightly. Her creation may have been nothing of great importance, but she was destined to do great things for her maker, for her kind.
She thrived in the center of holy light, the glow of everlasting love and devotion carving sacred insignias into the depths of her mind, forever cementing her allegiance. Every challenge that presented itself before Sanem had been swiftly defeated; every opportunity for advancement, taken. She grew into her strength both mentally and physically until every new threat seemed more minute than the last. Sanem rapidly excelled beneath the trusted tutelage of her elders and bore her duties quietly as all servants of greater powers must. It was not in her nature to defy or to question the will of her maker, and so she didn’t, and she was praised for not doing so. Of course, Sanem was never a creature spoiled, as there is no room for divine favorites drunk on privilege in the empyrean, but in her isolation, she revelled in their endless admiration of her. And so every kind word that had been placed at her feet for her diamond wit or her immeasurable strength further fueled the raging flame of pride within her; a fatal flaw that should have been eradicated.
When the time came to choose two representatives to serve the Light on Earth, Sanem’s name was, painfully, regretfully, absent. Surely an angel as strong and accomplished as she would be the first candidate to serve the greatest of purposes on the Earth, and yet she had been forced to stand quietly on the side whilst Laurent and Melody were awarded titles and duties that should have been hers by right (a true test of her piety and a subtle way to dismantle her growing pride she was sure). They were but glass panes easily shattered next to her, impenetrable bedrock. After the decision was made, the almighty revealed that there was a plan in place for her. Sanem was to become a warrior.
See, Sanem had been beautiful, cunning, and ruthless in the same ways as Lucifer, but there was one defining difference between them. Where Lucifer’s pride overshadowed his duty to his maker, Sanem’s didn’t. The sole purpose of her birth was to serve and so when her new role had draped across her shoulders, she accepted it with steely grace even though the title she desired above all else had been granted to another. And It is here that Sanem became less of an angel and more of a sword; a weapon used to neutralize an enemy, a weapon that swung at the command of something greater than herself. Throughout several centuries, Sanem put down rebellions in the name of the Lord, punishing souls that dare to defy the word of the maker. Each victory is met with yet another task, and she bows to the maker’s demands quietly, willingly.
The perfect soldier, the warrior of Heaven in all of her ancient and sage wisdom knew very little of the concept of love. Yes, Sanem loved her maker and her cause, for it was her purpose that drove her to please. Though it was only when beside her only true friend, Melanie, that Sanem could ever feel anything remotely close to true love. The younger angel was all sugar spun curls, sweetness, and light. If Sanem was the cold, unrelenting gaze, then Melanie was the warm and reassuring smile that completed their very own masterpiece. But of course, her chance at love had also been cruelly snatched away from her the moment that Melanie bonded her soul to another. Once again, Sanem was forced to watch something that she could have sworn was rightfully hers be given to someone less than her, someone terribly weak and stupid. This time, she wouldn’t stand on the side in envy. This time, she would take what belonged to her.
Those who waver in their devotion are easy prey, Melanie’s mate being the easiest. Sanem watched him from afar, spending her time away from the war torn front lines observing him like any predator might do with their prey. Just as she suspected, Melanie’s mate could be easily distracted by a pretty face; a pretty human face at that. It took but a few tactical measures to situate them in the right place at the right time, and just like that, he fell into her trap. At the news of the falling of her dear friend’s mate, Sanem offered her shoulder and placed soft kisses atop Melanie’s cheek with a dangerous kind of satisfaction hidden beneath them. Never again would Sanem be denied her golden prize. Make no mistake, this… weakling’s decision to marry Melanie was taken as an act of war, and what a pretty little war trophy did Melanie make in the end.
When Laurent and Melody were slaughtered at the hands of lesser beings, Sanem felt nothing. Their end had been spelled out the very moment that they were given positions they were unfit to fill. Sanem had worked her way up to commanding armies, cutting down threat after threat with brutal and calculated methods, meanwhile Laurent and Melody ruled with the ideas that brave words would be enough to put an end to a rebellion. The Earth had been perverted by flawed humans, (creatures that need to be protected at all costs, even from themselves) vampires, and fallen angels who were high on demon blood and filled with silly, juvenile notions of independence. Sanem would put an end to them all, forever wiping the slate clean for future generations. She had been destined to bring about peace and she would do so through punishment.
† Summary
TL;DR: Gay angel takes her purpose in life very seriously and is willing to step on anyone to fulfill it lmao.
† Connections
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