#urielstarter

[ganymedex]

@conquestofuriel location: Alstroemeria House notes: dad's home :uwu:

Uriel had always been his favourite, the strong spirit of conquest that never gave up. Persistence despite all the emotional depth that he lacked, that had been changing though and Ganymede couldn't have been more proud. Uriel was in love, wasn't that nice. King of the divine realm and stepfather to the seraphim, Ganymede had never thought of his children as being anything but. Sure, they were all significantly older than him but he didn't think that had ever been a barrier. "Uriel!" Came Ganymede's exclamation as the seraphim came through the door, immediately embraced by the aspect, Ulthar's formerly mortal husband. "Wow, how are you doing? How are your siblings? Have you been remembering to eat?"

[pestilencedumah]

@conquestofuriel​ location: out and aboot notes: kiss kiss fall in love

Pestilence was a collector. The third rider that swept with the aftermath of war, when disease and rot clung to the vestiges of what remained. His sister would follow him, Adatiel with her finality, but until then the world remained his playground. Mortals were fond of their trophies and it was in Eden that Dumah had first found his own, Epimetheus’ frivolous mind created and discarded vestiges of life, things that would grow and mutate of their own accord. Each version more interesting than the last, destruction wasn’t particularly interesting to him, it was the quiet that came after and the hell that fed on quiet breaths. 

Uriel and Azrael were as blazen in their approach as they were in their reverence of their father’s wished, but Dumah had never cared for Ulthar’s approval. He didn’t fight for it as they did, let them boast and fight if they choose, pestilence was intent to follow his father’s decree if it meant he could continue to act as he wished. Of the four of them, only Adatiel seemed to have succeeded in their father’s request: she loved these people, these weak... pathetic meat puppets. 

Dumah’s collection lived in the cells of this body he’d taken, kept dormant by latent energy manipulation, he knelt as he brushed his fingers over a beggar and expedited the viral mutation that took its grip immediately. Not as fast as he might have hoped, this weakness that had been opposed upon him and his kind was irritating - to say the least. “Have you found out where the poison is coming from?” Dumah asked as he looked towards Uriel, the elder of the four had fashioned himself their leader, Pestilence only assumed that meant Conquest had to be good for something. The man beneath him groaned as he scratched at scarlet hives that quickly turned to blisters and boils, festering and pussing. Dumah stepped over him and towards Uriel. 

[netteliax]

@conquestofuriel​ location: Fairy King’s Forest (Spring Gardens) notes: You put that Uriel apparently hangs out here, so here’s Mother. 

To most in this realm, the seraphim were a foreign presence. Not for her, Nettelia had grown up among them. Lived alongside them in the garden of her youth, fought with the blessed when their siblings rebelled. At her core Nettelia had learned the truth of the Gods but for too long felt powerless to move against their wills. Wrapped in her anguish, her grief, and rage the likes of which that too few could understand: Nettelia had enacted a rebellion of her own. For all the the death that she had sewn and all the suffering that she had wrought, Nettelia might have done it again - because it meant that he was free. Somewhere beyond the view of her acolytes where she could not see him, but Nettelia had felt his chains break that night. 

“The last time I saw you, the garden was burning.” Nettelia commented, it was strange to reconcile the memory of the seraphim of conquest with the vessel that inhabited that burning essence now. She’d become accustomed to see him dripping in the blood of his kin, now the enchanted fog rolled around his ankles as flowers seemed to bend their ear towards him. Moly grew wild here, Nettelia thought that the seraphim should tread lightly here. “I know why you’re here, Uriel. You and your siblings.” Death and ruin was their legacy, though in her experience the blessed always had their reasons for their cruelty. 

[pestilencedumah]

@conquestofuriel location: Wolfchella notes: i just think uriel is neat

"You know what this party could use?" Dumah asked rhetorically as he sat down next to his cantankerous older brother. "Scabies. Full on outbreak." If only Pestilence had kept some then he could totally unleash these creatures in the urinals and watched them spread like wildfire. "What I love about scabies is that it usually takes two weeks for anyone to notice they have them," he pointed to the skin between his fingers, "they lay eggs under the skin and then once the eggs hatch the little breaks in the skin are obvious and irritated, but by then people have been getting their scabies everywhere. So cool." Dumah turned to lean his back against the picnic table, he'd had a point to this, but he'd lost it with his little story. "What's the plan, anyways?"

[pestilencedumah]

@conquestofuriel location: Hakan's Rave notes: drunken pesti

How was Dumah coping with the loss of his twin? The answer was not well, but he was keeping busy at least. As a seraphim it was very hard for him to get drunk, but between the elves, the witches, and whatever else was here they had everything under the sun to make sure the attendees were all having fun. "I love you-" Dumah slurred as he slung an arm around Uriel, "no, no, no I mean it. I love you man." They never hung out anymore, what was that about?