Sometimes Skizz remembers back to before he had fallen, an Angel of human ambition (a truly stupid idea to make an angel out of a concept they didn’t fully understand). He remembers his trips to the Underworld, he felt as if the heat was too much, like it burned him even if he only looked at the place.
The heavens had been Skizz’s home his entire life, a place of ivory and quartz, a place cold to the touch that sent most hybrids into hypothermia. But it was all Skizz knew. The heavens had been Skizz’s everything, even if their words had left him feeling so empty.
Shocker, Skizz eventually fell from the heavens (surprise surprise, human ambition doesn’t react nicely with angel ideals). He spent the longest time roaming the overworld, getting used to the temperature of the earth (Skizz hated to admit just how much he hated the snowy biomes).
Eventually he made his way to a private server, angels weren’t exactly restricted from accessing any server they wanted, and Skizz decided that he may as well watch these players do their thing for a while. He wasn’t meant to get attached. He was an Angel, he wasn’t meant to get attached (maybe they made him too “human”).
Skizz starts paying special attention to the demon on the server, Impulse, he learns. Impulse is so nice, different than anything he’d been taught to believe about demons. Hope sparks in Skizz’s chest, maybe there’s someone out there like him, cast out from his home for being too different.
Skizz starts having one sided conversations with these players (hermits as they call themselves), talking to them about anything and everything. He knows they can’t hear or see him, but it brings some hope to his heart.
He holds his wings over the netherborn’s heads when it’s raining, he can still block the rain even if they can’t see. He still hugs them when they’re crying, even if they can’t feel. Skizz has finally found what his purpose was, these players, these hermits.
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Impulse has been feeling an angelic presence following them for the past few seasons. At first he was worried, maybe a stray Angel was coming to take him out, but eventually he started to grow used to the presence. The angle becoming a weird constant in his life.
The others had spoken of the angel, Tango mentioning how it had been protecting them from the rain, or how other hermits would find themselves in bed despite falling asleep elsewhere. The angel provided to be a great addition to the server, even if not fully known.
The moon crash in season eight was a hard time, Tango and Impulse had spent weeks searching for Zedaph. Zedaph had denied that the moon would crash up until the very end, and they had been worried that maybe Zed never made it out.
Then Zed had shown up at their door, but he wasn’t alone. Zed was held tightly in the arms of a new figure, one with black hair, blue eyes, and ivory wings. Their angel. They didn’t get a moment to ask questions before the angel collapsed, obviously tired from the rescue mission.
Impulse cared for the angel, not letting anyone but Tango and Zed near him. He had time to finally look at the angel who had been looking over them for seasons (their guardian angel? Something about his attire told Impulse that maybe he wasn’t an angel anymore), he had scars covering most of his body, a suit with the sleeves ripped off, and the most beautiful blue eyes (he’d only seen them for a moment but Impulse knew they could rival the beauty of the prettiest gems)
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When Skizz saw the moon crash he only had one thought, protecting the hermits. He watched as everyone left, but Zedaph was left behind. Skizz liked Zedaph. Tango and Impulse liked (loved?) Zedaph, and Skizz would rather fall from heaven again than leave Zed to die.
Skizz swooped him into his arms, mustering an amount of power he hadn’t used since he’d fallen to teleport both him and Zed to safety. Skizz couldn’t waste any time recharging his energy, pulling together what little he had left to find his way to the only hermit that it wouldn’t hurt to find.
Impulse was a demon, and Angels were designed to function like a demon’s other half, so Skizz tuned into the magic in the nature around him, finding the familiar pull of a demon and following it.
Once he got to the door, he only managed to knock on the door and catch a glance of Tango and Impulse before he felt his vision go black.
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Impulse watched with anticipation as the angel opened his eyes, quickly pulling him closely into a hug. “Thank you” Impulse would whisper, the angel’s wings wrapping around him gently.
It's strange to think back to that time. Any time that Skizz wasn't an ever present part of their lives. Perhaps made stranger by the fact Skizz was with them for so much longer than his physical presence.
And Skizz finds it strange that he ever thought they wouldn't accept him. No, ZIT nursed him to health (even Zedaph, despite Tango and Impulse trying to keep him in bed!) Then they vouched for him to the other hermits... After a lot of debate if they should just sneak him in and pretend he was there all along.
Now, even the hermits think of Skizz when thinking about the other three! How wasn't it like this all along?
