purifyingxjudgement | So... Not a Harpy? [Ulysses/Avacyn]
So... this was it then... the beast described as what lurks in the depths of the sea and swallows ships and their crew... Avacyn had been sent out to find the being responsible for such damage and destruction, but when she located the source of power, she had to stop and question.
This is when that very sentence was uttered; hovering just above the water, white orbs looked over the other, completely devoid of color, and refracting light from the sun.
His rage was sensed, though her face remained emotionless. "Yes... you have the anger of the sea within you. No doubt you are the being I was sent to find..."
The mention of harpy had her head tilting to one side, though she knew the beings he was talking about. She had encountered them on both Theros and Ixalan... though she was hardly of the sort. Harpies were filthy creatures... she should be insulted, but she knew some creatures were similar... other than the wings and faces, though, the two were nothing alike.
"Harpy? No, you must be mistaken, I am an archangel. There's clearly a difference between us. I'm assuming you've never met either..." Avacyn speaks before landing on the edge of the rock, crossing her arms loosely. "You may call me Avacyn."
“Oh... consider your assumption wrong,” he narrowed his gaze in clear judgment, until only two yellow lines seemed to be glowing where his eyes once were. “An archangel. I’ve met one of your kind. Lucifer. I thought the gods were tricksters, but there are other heavenly bodies out there who can do damage too.”
He didn’t want to get into it, but he had an overall bad impression of the angels as well. Ulysses did not need to meet them all, only one did the trick. The reason for his mother’s demise was through the trickery of one, and he will never forget it. Though he didn’t want to harm her nor trick her in return, or cause any sort of damage. He was feeling rather down because of the memory alone and turned around, rudely facing his back towards her.
“Would have been better if you were one of those stinkin’ harpies. At least they’re useful for the ecosystem, behaving like vultures and feeling on floating carcasses. What good use is an archangel anyway?” Ulysses spoke, hoping his outright bitterness would cause Avacyn to fly off and see that nothing good was going to come of this interaction.
But then, he realized what she said earlier. He was so engrossed with Lucifer and the deal he made with him long ago that backfired... that he forgot one crucial detail.
