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*Cassiel was making his way to Marmelade's cage, he seemed to have something in his arms, a bag.. it seemed full of a lot of things.. it had sponges, bandages, a medkit, everything.*
[ - @mourning-starlight ]
“…Brother…”
Bezaliel manifested himself from the shadows a few feet away from said cage, seemingly stopping Cassiel in his tracks, the Supreme Angel was acting odd, something wasn’t right
“…I urge you not to go any further… Cassiel… trust me on this… ok..?”
Why Do We Have Bookmarks?
Because sometimes the weight of pages or life itself becomes too much. This is not weakness, but wisdom. It's the quiet pause that tells us, “You may rest here. The story will wait.”
This are anchors in the sea of words yet they hold the place where our soul once lingered, promising that when we return, the page will still be there, unchanged and patient. Each crease, each faded corner, carries memory, the night we stopped at chapter twelve, the morning sunlight that fell on the margins, and the tear that blurred a single word.
It will remind us of something greater: that it's human to pause. To breathe. To step away when things get overwhelming. And when we are ready, we return, not weaker but stronger, carrying the courage to continue.
For between shadows and echoes lies our truth: a voice carried by the void, waiting to be heard again.
“Bezaliel, brother.. Are you here? I need.. to show you something.”
*Cassiel said in his own house, it was dark and he was currently on his living room, he cradled Trinity in his arms and wings, keeping her safe and close.. She was pretty calm now..*
[ - @mourning-starlight ]
“…You called for me… brother..?”
Bezaliel emerged from the shadows instantly, his head tilted to the side slightly, the Supreme Angel held a bit of concern upon being summoned so suddenly, had something gone wrong?
“…How might I be of assistance… Cassiel..? Is everything alright..? Did something happen while I was in Purgatory..? Please… do not hide anything from me…”
“Brother?.. It's me.. Cassiel.. Are you here?..”
*Cassiel had locked himself in a dark room of Heaven, the same one where he met Bezaliel last time. His wing was still injured, yet he didn't seem to be there because of something bad, even though he wasn't smiling, his wings were relaxed and his head wings fluttered very slowly.*
[ - @mourning-starlight ]
“…Cassiel..?”
A figure emerges from the shadows, a Supreme Angel clad in tattered red robes with pitch black wings and a halved golden halo could be seen, his massive, blood red, clawed, and demonic left arm hidden from view as he approached you, his demeanor calm
“…What brings you to this room, brother..? I was not expecting to be called from Purgatory back to Heaven… has something gone awry..? Please… do tell me what troubles you…”
Ori had found out he was pregnant, and was… not taking it the best. Despite pleas to rest from… pretty much everyone, he still wasn’t resting, was still pushing himself to exhaustion every day that he could get out of the cabin.
Today, he had been wandering through Lust, looking for any stragglers after the fall, trying to avoid the corpse of the King shambling around the city. He… hasn’t lasted very long though, eventually tucking himself into a secluded alley to fall asleep, curled into a little ball with his arms over his stomach, and his wings over him.
He hoped no one would find him, or disturb his nap.
- @hellsfavoritefallen
“…”
Bezaliel had been watching from the shadows the entire time, feeling like a disappointed and exhausted parent, but he couldn’t blame the fallen angel for being so restless, sighing, the Supreme Angel stepped out of the shadows and sat beside a wall
“…Ori… you are unfortunately not very good at this…”
( @hellsfavoritefallen )
*...*
*In Treachery.. What an archangel considered a daughter with a broken psyche and a threat, was now terrified, shaking as she cried, she was on her bed, she had no helmet on, yet all she saw were memories.. The darkness.. was too much.. she could feel everything, she could see everything, she could.. even taste everything.. her own blood.*
“..papa..- where are you?..”
*..She called her father, yet she didn't specify one, because she called for both.. Were was Michael?.. And.. Bezaliel?.. Where were they?.. Did they both loose faith on her?.. He kept thinking Michael hated him.. it hurt a lot to even remember.. she could only remember how mad he was.. at Phanuel, yes, but it seemed like he preferred him over her, could she even blame him? She preferred anyone over herself, the recent cuts on her own body were only the start. Her golden claws were dripping with blood, her own..*
[ - @hells-little-lamb ]
“…You called… Verchiel..? Is everything- …what… happened to you… my child..?”
Bezaliel stepped out of a nearby shadow upon hearing the young Power call out for her “papa”, he knew Michael was still afraid of her… so the Supreme Angel made himself known, approaching Verchiel calmly, pitch black wings lowered to show that he meant no harm, but once he saw the state she was in… his heart broke…
“…Verchiel… will you allow me to help..? Those cuts need to be treated… you need not be afraid… it’s just me… I won’t hurt you… the shadows are your friends… remember..?”
*in the halls of purgatory, there was a teenager creeping through the halls. They were all by themself and were moving through the halls like they were hiding from something, but also looking for something*
*being clad in armor doesn’t help much with stealth but they were doing surprisingly well.*
*they had with them a small sketch book*
Hello?? Anyone there?
@the-children-of-the-inferno
“…V..?”
A voice calls out from within a certain “throne” room, the one where a specific Supreme Angel resides, watching over the Void, seems like he was here all along
“…Is that you..? I am inside my throne room… if you wish to speak, please do come in… nothing of note is currently happening…”
( @the-children-of-the-inferno )
(When she wakes up, she appears to be trapped inside some kind of... box?)
...Huh? Wha- why?
Why?!
(She bangs on the walls.)
Hey! This isn't funny, you piece of shit! What's your problem, huh? Huh?
First I lose my first friend in years, maybe even a decade, how the fuck should I remember? Then, fucking Hell shows up and decides they hate me too, after YEARS of seeing them as my one salvation from Heaven. They...they had the audacity to compare me to the Father. Of all people.
And then... and then I can't even process any of that, because I just get whisked away to the nothingness, and when I come back? I'm locked in a box! Ahahahahahaha....
Haha...
(He slumps back on one of the walls.)
...
@facets-of-the-father
“…Calm down… I have no idea how you ended up like this either…”
Bezaliel takes a cautious step forward, his own shadow following in suit but… not in the way one would think… the Supreme Angel didn’t understand how such a thing even happened to begin with, and how you ended up in Purgatory, more specifically, his “throne” room
“…I require you to state your name, please… no harm shall come to you… I am not that kind of angel… take your time… there is no rush…”
( @facets-of-the-father )
