How would an angel/divine reader be within the manor?
Finally over with exams so hopefully i can get back on track!^-^ I feel rusty for some reason but i hope someone likes this little something :)
Taken from this ask.
Tw: religious themes, non canon elements.
How long had it been since you gave up your humanity? That, you could no longer remember– just as all memories and details of your past life had begun to fade, consumed like old photographs until there was nothing left but faint outlines and torn margins. Don’t get me wrong- it wasn’t as though you felt sadness, nor even nostalgia. You didn’t feel much of anything at all. You had given up your humanity willingly, sacrificing it for something greater.
During your mortal life, you had wished for nothing more than to be useful– to help others in every way you could. You had been the selfless type, aching at the pain of others, hurting at the steady decay of humanity as it worsened with each passing day. How often had you sworn, in quiet frustration ‘If only I had the power, I would– could make this world a better place’.
You prayed often– knees scraping against the floor of your room until they bled, hands clasped tightly as you whispered hopeful pleas into the silence. You knew there had to be something- someone- listening. And even as time passed, the hope harboring in your heart never faltered.
People laughed behind your back. Perhaps at your naivety. Perhaps at what they deemed ridiculous devotion.
Yet all of it was worth it the night you finally saw it.
Flames erupted in your room as the six-winged creature stood before you, countless eyes shifting in your direction.
Beautiful women and men, fair-skinned and golden-haired– that was how you had always ingenuously imagined angels to be. So it was only natural that the true apparition’s presence left you dazed. The light radiating from the six-winged divine being was far too intense for your mortal eyes; You were forced to look away, shielding your face as the angel spoke.
Its voice was prophetic, firm, resonating through your very being as it revealed how long you had been watched. How each word, action, and thought had strengthened its conviction that you were one of the few mortals worthy of such a rare opportunity.
“Your ambition burns stronger than the boundaries of the mortality you’ve been given. Thus, we offer you the possibility to ascend– at the cost of relinquishing that very mortality”.
It was true– you hesitated, if only for a moment. You thought of the simplest things you would miss: hot, steaming coffee, the scent of spring, the quiet peace of a weekend after a difficult week.
Yet, how could you be so foolish to refuse such a blessing?
Your feet dragged you closer to the angel, tears welling in your eyes as you forced yourself to stare into its blinding holy light.
“I give myself up for this greater cause. It is all I have ever wished for.”
That night feels impossibly distant now.
You began serving the higher power loyally, ascending through the celestial hierarchy as you watched over humanity. You valued free will- guarded it fiercely, preferring to let mortals walk their natural paths. Yet when someone lost their way, when darkness consumed their heart, that was when you intervened.
You rarely manifested in a holy form like the one you had witnessed that night. More often, you walked among humans as one of them– perhaps slightly too polished, too formal, but unsuspecting all the same.
You were finally fulfilling your purpose. Being given messages and tasks and asked to execute them, a vessel of the power you’d given up your life for.
Yet somewhere within you lingered something… unsettled. Upset, perhaps– as much as you were still capable of such a thing. There was so much suffering. So much corruption. So much darkness in the very creatures you once belonged to.
Among all places, the Manor was where you felt it most.
It was a nest of pain, anger, and grief. Not every resident fit that description, of course, but most inevitably did.
You arrived quietly- unnoticed, or perhaps simply unremarked upon. New arrivals were common; Departures even more so. You appeared peculiar: polished shoes, pristine attire, a full and reassuring smile on your lips. You were not detached like the Hunters, yet neither were you consumed by the constant spiral of fear that plagued the Survivors.
You were something else entirely, that everyone could understand rather quickly.
Slowly, you approached each resident according to their needs.
Some were engulfed in personal grief- mourning loved ones like Vera or Emma. Others mourned lives that could have been, lives twisted by fate, like Michiko or Norton. What could you offer them? Their suffering ran too deep for hollow sop. They were fractured souls, far beyond empty reassurances.
So you offered them what you once longed for yourself: salvation.
If they no longer valued their lives, why not devote them to something higher?
With some, like Norton, it was difficult. He scoffed, dismissive, preferring to avoid whatever nonsense you spoke. Who would believe in promises of power and safety without anything in return?
Others, particularly Hunters or the deeply spiritual like Andrew, would kneel before you, pleading for redemption.
“I am nothing but a messenger of this heart. Please… grant me your grace.”
Eli and Fiona, already communing with higher powers, would watch you in awe- fascinated, reverent. They prayed as though rituals alone might anchor you to them. They, too, had been waiting for a sign.
Perhaps a way to survive the hell they'd been dragged into.
Even the most pragmatic found themselves intrigued. Aesop, for example. Faith was not so distant from death- both offered peace, quiet, rest. Faith was intertwined with the afterlife, something he had always respected. Though he would never surrender himself entirely, he would observe you with thoughtful curiosity. You appreciated him, the value he gave to people as they met with their last travel– even those who had nothing left waiting on this mortal world.
Hunters like Joker might surrender willingly, believing they had nothing left to lose- clinging to the fragile hope of one final chance for something better.
Maybe, for once, to not be doomed from the start.
Others carried sins heavy enough to bend their backs: Naib, Martha, Jack. Redemption was available to them— if they truly desired it. Not as a last, desperate attempt for salvation– they had to be sincere, repent.
Not all were born corrupted. Most had been shaped by circumstances. When one steals, lies, harms, or even kills, what can be offered but the possibility of cleansing? A second chance for them, too.
Foolish and questionable for some, yet before you all were equal.
And so you extended your hand.
Among all, Joseph was surely a peculiar case.
Though not a man of faith, he would be fascinated by you. The first time he captured your image, he was stunned– your frame barely visible in the photograph. Again and again he tried. When you finally allowed it, your radiance overwhelmed the image, light bleeding through the edges of the frame.
It was as though your essence could be engraved in the small photo- something eerily akin to himself.
Curiosity overcame distrust.
“Up there… if anything exists,” he would ask quietly “is my brother alright?”
Yet not all would accept you– at least not easily. Patricia, guarded by her own beliefs. Or Orpheus- rather, Nightmare- so severed from his humanity that redemption no longer held meaning. He had embraced that thing, whatever it was, that he had become.
Jack, who had just never cared enough for the consequences of his action during life; What made you think he would care now? He liked the manor, how it would allow to hurt others without the hassle of civil laws.
And above all loomed Yidhra.
Watching. Waiting. Hissing within the shadows of the Manor.
She fed upon those desperate souls, and she would not relinquish them willingly– not even as your presence weakened hers by its very nature.
Not everyone wished to be saved.
Not everyone could be.
That was something you had learned long ago.
Yet nothing would ever stop you from trying, devoting to your purpose.
