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zadkiel, archangel of freedom, benevolence, mercy. patron angel of forgiveness rp blog//indie. semi-selective

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Here There Be Monsters {1746}

catherinethebold​:

Cathy could sense Zadkiel on the other side of the door, but the sheer force with which he burst through frightened her. The sucreant took a few hurried steps backwards, her back flush against the wall, as the angel stood towering over herself and Evelyn. She looked to the other woman whose face was as still and mysterious as Stonehenge. Cathy would never admit it to another soul for fear of the angel hearing, but there was no one else who haunted her dreams, who hid in every shadow, who could be around a corner at the flick of a knife. It was just Zadkiel, the one who she kept finding time and time again. What was so special about her? And, alternately, what was so special about him?

The sucreant watched in slow motion as Zadkiel sped towards Evelyn, who couldn’t even see him coming. It was all so fast as Cathy began to run towards Zadkiel with her sword in hand. She couldn’t waste all her energy on dissipation, even though it would have brought her closer to him. She was sure that she only had one, maybe two jumps left before she would collapse and risk a final ride to Hell. 

Cathy had no idea what the angel would do next. She was shocked that she didn’t have a sword through her right this instant. But all she could think about now was catching up to Zadkiel. Her hands were on his shoulders, pulling back with all the force she could muster, as her thoughts turned to the woman she had loved and hated for so long, her half white eyes locked with Evelyn’s crystal clear blue ones, almost human…

Vaguely aware of Catherine on his tail, Zadkiel tried his best to tune her out, though it was extremely difficult. There was something about this specific woman — no, demon — that had Zadkiel constantly aware of his presence. It was like they were linked together in some way, but the angel was too distracted with his duty to think about that right now. He had stared the other Sucreant in the eye — an older woman and much more powerful than the young face he had been accustomed to — sick to his stomach at her human like blue orbs, implying she had recently fed. This is what Amdusias had led him to, and he was curious to why. An escape ploy perhaps? Zadkiel couldn’t dwell on that just yet, knowing he only had one chance to slay this demon.

And it was missed by a fraction of a second as Catherine suddenly dragged him backwards by his shoulders, causing him to misstep, the sword slipping for a moment, the heavenly fire threatening to catch the low wooden pillars. Zadkiel quickly flipped to catch the weapon, aware he had hit something or someone in the process,  making sure he caught at least one of the demon women, pinning her down with his leg, but it was too late. The flame made contact with the flammable materials, in the same time a massive gust of air shook the ship, faints shout of the currents of maelstrom growing stronger by the seamen above, in between the roars of canon fire.

So this was Amdusias’ plan. A Biblical drowning. He listened closely for clues in the wind, smirking to himself when the demon slipped up. “I’ll be back,” He grunted to whoever was on the floor, running at lightspeed towards the upper deck, ignoring the wind calling for the sucreants to follow the angel, to finish the job. He was too focused on slaying at least one demon right now. To try and do his job.

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catherinethebold​:

Modernity Has Failed Us | Zathy | 2020

“I still can’t believe you have so many Twitter followers. Instagram is one thing, because you’re beautiful, but the things you post on Twitter… you sound like an Evangelist sometimes,” Cathy teased, resting her head on Zadkiel’s chest as she laughed. “But you are, most certainly, a nerd. Which means you’re smart and you care about things, so I’d take a nerd over a fool any day.”

Cathy thought about it before smiling. That would be nice, to take a trip down memory lane. But what would be uncovered that Cathy had since forgotten? She had many children and lovers, friends and foes. Who knew what would be in those photographs? “Perhaps. There are quite a good many paintings of you, although none of them look at all like you. They never get the eyes right,” she smiled, reaching a hand up to hold the back of Zadkiel’s neck. 

“I would hope that you do. I feel as though we are intertwined, so I don’t know who else you would be putting up with.”

“Apparently it’s thirst following,” Zadkiel explained with a shake of his head, “I don’t understand it, but I enjoy it.” He smiled at Cathy, giving her a soft kiss on the lips, “Oh, but Miss Blackwell, I am a fool.” He corrected with a chuckle. 

The mention of his paintings resulted in a roll of the eyes, “Those portraits are the most insulting things in the world. Us angels have had many forms, chubby toddlers not being one of them.” He paused briefly, hoping she didn’t notice his choice of words, as he’d never hear the end of it if she knew the original forms angels had taken, long before Adam and Eve. “I think we should go to a museum one day. It’ll be like our version of going through my baby pictures, I suppose.” He thought with a chuckle. He saw it in a movie once, it being an apparent “trope” in rom-coms, and it was certainly something normal. 

“I don’t think I could put up with anyone else, and considering I put up with you on a daily basis, that says a lot,” He teased. The angel leaned in to give her another kiss, harder and deeper this time, when his phone, momentarily forgotten, chimed again. He could never bear ignoring messages, and checked it, frowning slightly at the unknown number, telling him to meet. He knew people who knew what his previous job was, and it was always disappointing to explain to them he didn’t do it any longer, for numerous reasons, but something felt extremely important about this message. “I have a meeting.” He told her, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “But it won’t take too long, and as soon as I’m back we’ll head to the nearest gallery.”

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catherinethebold​:

Here There Be Monsters {1746}

“And I am supposed to listen to you because…” Cathy called out, drawing her cutlass from its scabbard on her hip. “You have treated me with respect? Because you have not dared to attempt murdering me every time you have laid eyes upon me?” Her dark hair hung down around her face, ruffled by the quick dissipation. 

As Zadkiel lunged for her again, Cathy rolled the other way, but when she got back up her hand was black with blood. A stinging sensation ripped through her shoulder, and she could see a large, wet gash where smooth, pale skin should have been. The pain quickly ebbed away, but Cathy lost the fine control of her left arm. It hung at her side as she raised her sword to block an incoming hit. 

Cathy saw the angel, with his eyes sharp with determination, as he went below deck. Her immediate thoughts went to Evelyn, and although there was much to do above deck, she hurried down to warn them before Zadkiel got there. She disapated into black mist and reappeared in the map room, where Evelyn and Amdusias still were. 

“There’s… an angel…” Cathy managed before the door tore open.

Zadkiel had no idea where Amdusias was taking him, but he crept along the ship, finding himself below deck, trying to slip past the pirates and navy battling, careful to not harm the mortals. They were stupid, harming each other, but it wasn’t his job. His job was focused on the demons. He was reeling, honestly, from the sucreants words. How dare she demand respect being what she was. But once he caught Amdusias -- and he would -- he would be confident to end her misery once and for all.

Closer, angel, closer, The Duke of Hell practically purred into the howling winds, the ship rocking uneasily against the unforgiving current. You can catch me, just get closer. It was perhaps foolish for Zadkiel to listen to Demon Royalty, but his mind was clouded by the adrenaline pumping through his veins, only focused on his purpose, of making his Father proud, to rid the mortal plane of all soulless creatures.

The whispering of the breeze stopped suddenly as he found himself out of a wooden door. “What are you doing?” He growled under his breath. Amdusias didn’t respond, but Zadkiel knew he needed to be on the other side of the door. With all of his strength, he rammed through it, sword raised. His eyes immediately met the sucreant’s, but found other people in the room as well. He could smell it on the older woman, standing there as if nothing at all interesting was happening before her eyes. He flew by his usual target, because this new demon -- she was a more prized target.

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catherinethebold​:

Here There Be Monsters {1746}

Cathy did not anticipate a life on the high seas, nor did she choose it. Life was difficult for an uneducated young woman who had to kill to stay alive. It was hard to stay in the same place for too long without being called a witch, and every 50-odd years that passed brought an angel bent on her destruction to her doorstep.

Cathy also never anticipated working alongside Evelyn again. She imagined that part of her life was over, the part where she was subservient to someone who had mistreated her for hundreds of years. It had taken a few hundred to be rid of the elder sucreant, her creator, but now Cathy found herself in Evelyn’s charming grip once again. The sucreant had an allure that Cathy could not bar herself from. 

Cathy was standing by the door, her back pressed to the warm, wood paneled wall as she listening to the talks behind closed doors. She was never invited, only expected in Evelyn’s bed when she was done with her work. But her eavesdropping was brought to a halt with clamoring and the faint ringing of a bell from above deck. Frozen for an instant, Cathy watched as two men bolted out of the room and headed above deck. Once she looked into the room and locked eyes with Evelyn, however, she knew what she had to do. 

All of a sudden she was on deck, watching the world turn upside down. Men clashing together, rocketing their bodies into the ever-churning sea, slicing their cuirasses through necks, legs, and torsos. A man grabbed her ankle and croaked, his neck red and gleaming. All Cathy could do was reach down, squeeze his hand, and feed. Immediately, she could feel his hand on her leg, feel the blood on her lips. Her face was red when she pulled away, and even with a wipe of her hand over her mouth, it did not take away the stain of death. 

And there he was, as it had always been- Zadkiel, with his sword on high. Cathy watched almost in slow motion as he swung towards her, no quips this time. With her newfound energy, Cathy managed to dissipate and re-appear in a black mist behind the angel. 

“What, in God’s name, are you doing?”

In almost an instant, the sucreant disappeared before his eyes, her voice suddenly behind him. Zadkiel turned, quick and furious. He had left this creature for dead, to give herself the power to end her own miserable existence, and here she was. As young as ever, as powerful as ever, taking souls without even a second thought. Pirates they may be, yes, but they were mortal. They were part of his duty to protect mankind. 

“You do not use his name,” The angel warned, the Holy flame glowing more fierce, feeling his own celestial blood pumping through his veins, ready to take down this demon once and for all. He stepped forward, at the exact moment the two ships crashed into each other, causing all men (and women) on deck to lurge and lose their footing around them, with even Zadkiel slipping slightly. The rain seemed to be heavier, and faint shoutings indiciated a maelstrom ahead. A little whisper of wind flew by his ear, and it told him he only had the time to kill one demon tonight; the lowly sucreant before him, or an all-powerful Duke of Hell. 

Zadkiel knew he could best both demons. 

Though the storm’s strength resulted in a heavy curtain of water between them, Zadkiel sliced the air blindly, sure he caught the sucreant’s flesh. Hopefully it didn’t kill her, it would harm her enough to slow her down for later. The wind blew again, and Zadkiel followed it. Amdusias was more important here, after all.

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Modernity Has Failed Us | Zathy| 2020

“It’s good to know that after thousands of years, you still are a life long learner,” Cathy smirked, looking up at Zadkiel for a moment before turning her attention back to the phone in her hand. She liked that Zadkiel had become a considerably smaller asshole than when they had first met. It was because of Zad that Cathy did not believe in love at first sight- she had been prey at first sight. 

Cathy thought for a moment before shaking her head. “No, I wouldn’t. It would give me away immediately… I don’t know how, but it could happen. There are too many pictures of me out in the world already. Who knows what my family kept of me,” she said, getting quiet all of a sudden. Cathy hadn’t thought about her family in a long time, it was easy to forget something so far in the past. It was truly another life. 

“Plus, my body is for me and myself alone. Not in a prude way, but in a self-serving way. It’s about me, not others.”

“I love to learn. I’m a nerd, as the Twitter people say.” Zadkiel said with a chuckle. Sometimes it was hard to comprehend how long they had lived, not really experiencing time like the other people. Yet, each decade showed there was always going to be new things: trends, lingo, style...and instead of ignoring it for his mission, learning it was his mission, if he wanted any chance of a normal life with Catherine. 

Even the mention of the endless photographs of her from over the decades shocked him slightly. “We should go on a hunt for them, I’m sure things have been kept.” He assured her, wonderign if there were any photographic evidence of his exsitence aside from “selfies” Cathy took of them. Technically, there was a whole art movement dedicated to his kind, but not actual portraits of him in his everyday living. 

“I love that,” He murmured, genuinely. Catherine was herself through and through, and he loved that her ideals were never changed no matter what.

[theangelofforgiveness]

Here There Be Monsters {1746}

It wasn’t often that Zadkiel found himself on water. Not many demons could cross running water, but perhaps the ocean itself was different. He was learning himself that demons had differences between them. The angel was still recovering from his recent regeneration after a particularly difficult battle with two Dukes of Hell; Barbatos and Amdusias. They had grown weary of Lucifer’s reign, and managed to escape their so-called prison in an attempt to corrupt mortality and rule the earthly plane. Whilst Zadkiel had defeated Barbatos, Amdusias broke free, leaving trails in the forms of thunderstorms as a map to find him. Zadkiel was chasing a storm, and was doing so on a ship, chasing down pirates. 

It was typical the two demons had chosen pirates as their bait -- soulless, lawless men who didn’t worship God but rather themselves or False Gods, using the power of storms and the hunger for treasure to cause chaos. As he got to work scrubbing the decks, and other menial work Captain Dougherty had him do, he listened out for rumbles of thunder, but was more interested in the whispers of his crewmates instead.

There was word that the pirate ship they were tailing had two female crewmembers, with one reported to be the First Mate. They were sirens, or witches, and convinced the crewman they had power over the sea. Zadkiel had scoffed at this, but kept his eye out. And that was when the battle began.

Amdusias must have been timing the moment perfectly, using the pirates to shield him from the angel. Rain began to pour, hard and uncaring, smacking on the decks and on the freezing bodies of the men on board. As Zadkiel was recovering from a nasty bite from Barbatos, he even wasn’t immune to the shivering of the cold sea air, the water below churning ominously below. He managed to evade cannon fire, sword fighting and more as the ships collided with each other, finding himself on enemy lines, curious to see if the rumours were true. And there was certainly some truth indeed. There was the sucreant, as if frozen in time from the last time he spared her, and he wielded Uriel’s sword of hellfire (his own daggers momentarily damaged and were being repaired by Raphael)  a manic grin on his face. Quickly, within this inane battle, was the perfect timing. He leaped forward, sword swinging haphazardly, straight for the sucreant’s throat.

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Modernity Has Failed Us | Zathy| 2020

[theangelofforgiveness]

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“I know you know… I just like to remind you, just in case,” Cathy said honestly and plainly, smiling gently at Zad. The sun shone through the tiny opening in the curtains, creating a thin, bright line through Cathy’s face, and giving Zad an angelic back light. He was so beautiful, just like this. Like they were everyone else, waking up and getting ready for the world. 

Cathy immediately grabbed for Zad’s hands and tried to hold them still. “Don’t… don’t be a child!” she cried out, trying not to laugh but failing instantly. Secretly, she loved when Zad tickled her- it was a sensation she hadn’t felt since she was a child. Cathy tried not to tell Zad too many of those sorts of memories, in the fear that it would make him feel too much pressure to be everything for her. 

“You spent hundreds of years hunting me, and what, almost 70 years living and loving me? I think you know pretty much everything,” Cathy laughed. She didn’t think she was great at all, something she was trying to work on, but it was surprisingly difficult to find a therapist who was on board with her story of being 505 years old and drinking human blood. 

“Okay,” Cathy answered, smiling at Zad. She loved him because even after centuries, he was still changing, growing, and learning new things about himself. “Mostly, it’s porn. I find it sexy that most of these people are putting on a show for people, but alone in their homes. I don’t know what it is, but it’s like you’re viewing some sort of private show, peeking into their personal lives at the same time. It feels far more real than a lot of videos on the internet.”

“For fashion, Zadkiel. And you are polite, but you are capable of being impolite… you didn’t call me by name for, what, 300 years?”

There was a saying that the mortals made up, something that often stuck with Zadkiel. If they liked something that was so beautiful and light, like a singing voice, physical attributes such as a smile, or even laughter, they often compared it to angels. “Like an angel”, They had often sighed contentedly. It amused Zadkiel when he received a few of those comments over the years (once he got over his paranoia of mortals figuring out his truth, that was) but he never thought it made sense. Until Cathy. She was the most angelic creature he had encountered, her laughter being the main feature for him. It was why he tried her best to keep her amused, or tickled her when he didn’t know what else could do the trick. It was almost addictive. 

“Everyday is a school day,” Zadkiel contested, grinning ear to ear, “anyway, I don’t want to know everything all at once. I like to discover things day to day.” He settled in as she continued scrolling through the app, not really having time to examine each post as she went down the feed. Some were innocuous enough that the former angel wouldn’t have even gotten the hint they were supposedly erotic unless it was spelled out for him, others were definitely enough to make his eyebrows raise in shock. He hummed along with her explanation of why Cathy found it all so arousing. “Well, it is real, isn’t it? They don’t seem to be acting or anything...would you ever consider making one?” The question wasn’t meant as a hint or anything, but the way she talked about it made it seem like a part of her was itching to give it a go. Zadkiel himself wouldn’t mind; she was a free woman, always had been and always would be, and it would be interesting to learn a new side to the whole sex thing. 

[theangelofforgiveness]

Modernity Has Failed Us | Zathy| 2020

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catherinethebold‌:

“Anything for you, love. You know that,” Cathy smiled, looking into Zad’s eyes as if they were the only thing left on Earth. He was the only thing she really cared about, truthfully. It was hard to care when you had been dead for so long. 

Cathy laughed and squirmed as Zad tighten his vice around her. “You are old, you’re the definition of it. I will say it again… you old, old, ancient thing,” she smirked, letting herself rest back into his arms. “It’s not a bad thing. I can’t imagine being with someone young and human. I used to… it gets tiring, though. I like that you know what it’s like to be me, at least somewhat.”

If Cathy could blush, her face would have been red hot. “That’s for me, it’s not about you all the time,” Cathy smirked. “And I can’t… do anything myself most of the time, anyway. So it’s really just for mental interest. And I know you actually don’t want to hear about it… unless you do.”

“You would be the sexiest secretary. Behind a desk with glasses on, answering the phone in what I assume is your polite voice- I’ve never heard it before,” she teased. “Yes, humans are wonderful, aren’t they?”

“I know,” Zad said softly. In these moments with Cathy, it was extremely easy to just pretend that they were a normal, run-of-the-mill couple; just two ordinary mortals, on an ordinary morning, living their ordinary lives. Maybe in another world, they could be. But it was fine to pretend, for now.

At Cathy’s words, he began to softly tickle her under her armpits, “What did I say if you kept calling me that?” It was only a soft follow-through of his threat. Her words about young and human -- certain boxes he currently fiound himself -- made his stomach churn, but he decided to not register it. “I can see how it would be tiring,” He agreed, “I always want to learn what it’s like to be the great Catherine Blackwell.” Zadkiel’s tone turned teasing.

His next answer surprised even himself, he didn’t know what it was about this certain morning, but he felt strangely brave. “I do want to know. You might have to explain it to me, but I’m interested.”

Zadkiel scoffed, reaching over to flick her nose. “Why on Earth would I need to wear glasses?” He asked, before gasping in fake horror. “How dare you insinuate I am anything but polite. They’re certainly something.” He hummed.

[theangelofforgiveness]

Modernity Has Failed Us | Zathy| 2020

[catherinethebold]

theangelofforgiveness‌:

Zad felt the heat on his face as the words she was saying dunk in and he groaned in disbelief, his now-red face ducking slightly under the covers in embarrassment. “People are deranged,” He whined, “I never want anyone to say that to me, again.” He glowered when he heard her laugh, too shocked in the moment to see the humour.

“I’m not old,” He muttered in defence, stopping himself in time. Techncially, he was as old as time. But in his mortal body, he was also technically 34 years old in a twenty-something year old appearance. But Cathy didn’t know that, and, if he had his way, never would. “But I don’t get Spotify, you need to teach me it again. And okay, fine, I liked the Spice Girls. But the 90′s were a strange time. It’s an entire decade that could be described as an acid trip.”

He shifted in-sync with Catherine’s movements, never really recognising how fluidly they moved. He smiled when she noticed his screensaver; it was one of the first photos they ever got together, that he managed to get restored and digitially uploaded professionally. They had millions of photos together now, but nothing beats the first picture ever. “It’s nice,” He said simply, eyebrows raising when the content on the screen loaded. “You…pay for this?” He asked, “Whatever is happening there?”

“I’ll try not to add it to my vocabulary,” Cathy promised. Although she had already committed the unforgivable sin of sucreantcy, she felt that every time she helped Zad learn something new and disgusting, she was buying herself a spot in an even lower level of Hell. 

“You are old. We are old, but that doesn’t give you the right to start acting like it,” Cathy teased, taking his face in her hand and kissing him again. Sure, he was almost as old as time, but Cathy could never shake her once-human perspective. She had lived too long, outlived her family and most of her children, and she had never in 505 years stopped thinking of that. “Of course, love, I will teach you Spotify again. Shhh, don’t talk about the 90′s, you’ll get worked up again,” she smirked, resting her head on his shoulder. 

“Anything you want, depending on who you pay,” Cathy told him. “I think you should get one, that way you go to Hell with me and we can spend time together being tortured for eternity.”

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“Thank you, you’re the sweetest,” He murmured, glancing back up to smile at her, though immediately frowning at the next words that tumbled out of her mouth. 

“I’m not old.” He retaliated, his arms wrapping more tightly around her, “If you say that again, I will tickle you.” It was mostly an empty threat, as Zad lacked the strength he used to have, and Cathy was much stronger than he was now. He loosened his grip as she kissed him, just gentle but enough, for now. 

“I see. What do you watch on this?” He asked, eyebrows raised. It was impossible to peg Cathy for her interests, especially in a field he had basically zero knowledge about. He shifted uncomfortably at the mention of Hell. Cathy knew Zad didn’t like to talk about it much, and even though it was in jest, there was an unmistakable sinking feeling in his stomach. “Hell or not, I’m still an angel, love. I’d be forced to be Lucifer’s secretary.” The joke was weak, but they were having a lovely morning and he didn’t want to ruin it. “They like feet. That’s a thing.” He said, observing the screen once more.

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Modernity Has Failed Us | Zathy| 2020

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“No, love… how do I… it’s not quite polite,” Cathy began, pursing her lips and looking at Zad with white rimmed, dark eyes. “It’s when someone’s cock is so big, or so forceful, that it feels like it’s up inside of your intestines,” she said after a long moment, trying not to laugh. “I don’t personally see the appeal.”

Cathy smiled as Zad pulled her close- he was the only thing she could feel, and his touch was an anchor to the real world, to her old world. Cathy didn’t have to constantly confirm that she was really here when she was beside Zad. “Old man, you need to listen to those Spotify playlists I share with you. I don’t do it for my own health,” she smirked, kissing him on the lower jaw. “And I’m sorry, you’re saying you lied and don’t like the Spice Girls?”

Grinning from ear to ear, Cathy rolled slightly away from Zad so she could better look at his screen. “This is still your screensaver, huh?” she asked, logging into her OnlyFans account and showing him a video. “It’s hyper-specific porn, but just for people who pay.”

Zad felt the heat on his face as the words she was saying dunk in and he groaned in disbelief, his now-red face ducking slightly under the covers in embarrassment. “People are deranged,” He whined, “I never want anyone to say that to me, again.” He glowered when he heard her laugh, too shocked in the moment to see the humour.

“I’m not old,” He muttered in defence, stopping himself in time. Techncially, he was as old as time. But in his mortal body, he was also technically 34 years old in a twenty-something year old appearance. But Cathy didn’t know that, and, if he had his way, never would. “But I don’t get Spotify, you need to teach me it again. And okay, fine, I liked the Spice Girls. But the 90′s were a strange time. It’s an entire decade that could be described as an acid trip.”

He shifted in-sync with Catherine’s movements, never really recognising how fluidly they moved. He smiled when she noticed his screensaver; it was one of the first photos they ever got together, that he managed to get restored and digitially uploaded professionally. They had millions of photos together now, but nothing beats the first picture ever. “It’s nice,” He said simply, eyebrows raising when the content on the screen loaded. “You...pay for this?” He asked, “Whatever is happening there?”

[theangelofforgiveness]

Modernity Has Failed Us | Zathy| 2020

[theangelofforgiveness]

catherinethebold‌:

“It’s because you are fully satisfying,” Cathy smirked, raising an eyebrow at the next comment. She loved Zadkiel, with everything she was and would be, but he was not the most advanced when it came to sexual things. Which she enjoyed about him, but at the same time the internet was ruthless to the celestial. “Yeah? And what do you suppose that means?” Cathy asked, always the casual sadist. 

“It’s because it’s not good music, Zad. If it were good music, it would be feasible. But repeating one word over and over?” Cathy told him, rolling her eyes. “I would… my favorite thing is winning, especially against you. It gives me the competitive edge.” As she spoke, Cathy noticed Zad hit himself on the nightstand. She saw him wince, but for now she didn’t think much of it. 

Cathy rolled her eyes again. “What would you vlog about?” she asked, emphasizing the correct pronunciation. “You would be a good food vlogger, I suppose. Go around trying great food and awful food. But if you say vee-log, you will lose all credibility.” Cathy smiled and wrapped her arms around him too, resting her head underneath his chin. “Darling… give me your phone, it will be easier to show you.”

It irked Zad that Cathy knew things he didn’t. That she would constantly have the upper hand in this particular department. They never spoke about sex that much, and it was slowly starting to be a more frequent element in their routine, but he didn’t like to ask questions out of fear of seeming stupid. Also, he couldn’t ask the internet because he didn’t know how to delete the search history, and it was “pervy” or something to Google certain things. “Honestly, my first thought that it was a demon fucking with me.” He answered with a laugh, “The idea of rearranging guts means something different when you’ve hunted a few millenia of demons. I’ll Google it later if you don’t tell me, you know.” 

Zadkiel chuckled, cuddling into her more. Even though Zad knew she was technically dead; cold and all, she always felt so warm and alive to him, especially when they were just snuggling together. “Call me an old man, but music hasn’t been good since Baroque....or ABBA.” He grinned, using his free hand to play with her hair. 

It was his turn to roll his eyes when she corrected him. “I had to make a gamble on how it’s said, dear. It’s hard to get with the times, things seem to change every five minutes. Milkshake vlogs, I’ll be the top vlogger in the world on that alone.” Automatically he handed her his phone. “Will I regret this?”

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Modernity Has Failed Us | Zathy| 2020

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catherinethebold‌:

The world was different now. People were largely the same, even if they considered themselves leaps and bounds ahead of their “archaic” predecessors. They were greedy but giving, loving but hateful, deceptive yet truthful, and they couldn’t ever get enough of their own visage. 

Being from an era where the simple things went a long way, the culture of over saturation and instant gratification wore on Cathy at times. She was present on some social media, if only to stay connected with old friends, but the majority of her interest was in searching the internet for old paintings. She adored the vintage collection side of the internet. And, she was known to send well placed “GIFS” to friends, and mostly Zadkiel, on occasion.

Cathy had gotten back into bed a little too early, so she decided to try and finish her book before Zadkiel woke up. She was on the last 20 page sprint when she heard him rustling and saying a series of words that, at first, she only understood separately. 

The sucreant turned over in bed, fully clothed, and eyed Zadkiel. “You can’t handle the Renegade, I won’t waste my time,” she said, a small smirk threatening to curl her lips at the ends. “And you are a Zaddy; it means someone finds you attractive. Which is not hard to ” Cathy assured him gently, pulling Zadkiel’s head forward so she could kiss him softly. 

“You can always turn it off if it causes you so much agony, you know. You are already deeply indebted to me, might as well quit while you’re ahead,” Cathy offered.

Zadkiel felt his whole body relax and flop over as Cathy reached over to him. Even the slightest touch from her felt weak at times. “But why can’t they just call me attractive? I got compared to a full course dinner the other day, I saw.a particularly grim comment about guts being rearranged.” He pouted, mainly to make her laugh. Nothing was better than the joy Catherine exuded. 

Look, those dances are harder than the teenagers seem. You’d think being able to fight off a pack of Wendigos could mean I can move my arms in time to some god-awful music.” He defended himself. It was silly, getting so worked over this century’s equivalent of a child’s plaything, but he had already gotten this far, he might as well do it properly. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He asked, looking up at her and crinkling his nose. “But I’m not letting you win, not this time.” As if to prove a point, he wriggled away from her, rolling ever so slightly too far, banging his bare shoulder on the nightstand. He barely winced, not wanting her to see it hurt him, and he could already feel the bruise form. Times like these was when he missed being an actual celestial being the most; where punches and bites and blades were barely noticeable, when cuts healed within minutes at the most. He actually had a scab the other day. 

“You know, one of my....fans or whatever the other day said we should start a daily vlog,” He smirked, mispronouncing vlog as vee-log, “Imagine the content? Here I am, doing my angel duties, here’s Catherine, the neighbourhood friendly sucreant, getting ready for the hunt.” Zadkiel teased, moving back over to the bed, wrapping his arms around her.  “They also recommended a site called OnlyFans, but sent those laughing faces at me when I asked them what that was for. Said I should ask you to explain it to me.”

[theangelofforgiveness]

Modernity Has Failed Us | Zathy| 2020

The world was different now. The world was always becoming different, but the last couple of decades really changed before Zadkiel’s eyes. He was used to killing time by going back home, visiting Raphael who once again tried to heal his wing wounds to no avail, and coming back to the mortal plane to find that everything had changed from politics to fashion to lingo. 

But it was all another realm of different now. For the first time in his entire existence, Zadkiel watched with his own eyes the subtleties of change. Fashion -- well, he never understood that, not even back in the Garden of Eden, witnessing Adam and Eve fashion fig leaves into garments -- and the slang, he understood, but there was a new obstacle he had to face that he never thought he would. Technology. 

Televisions; great. Borderline magical. 

Phones; useful, if a bit excessive over the years.

The internet? The mortal plane’s answer to a genuine Hell on Earth. 

It was something Zadkiel couldn’t even fathom. A bet he made thirty years ago debating its existence would be futile within a decade proved false, and now he owed Catherine a sum of money he had no way of obtaining. Her laugh during this bet sang in his ears to this day, and he glanced over to where she was laying, back facing him, and grinned at the memory. Lost in the nostalgia for a moment, he barely registed when his iPhone pinged. He looked at the notification, frowned, and found himself hating the feeling he was experiencing; a complete lack of knowledge on something. Something he couldn’t be an expert in.

“What is a Zaddy….why am I a Zaddy….and what is the Renegade you should teach me on Tik Tok?” He asked Catherine, whilst glaring at his phone. It was her stupid idea for them to make an account, maybe as part prolonged game of Chicken they had going for the last few years, one always finding something the other one would hate enough to give up. But Zadkiel simply agreed and surrendered to this new craze, making an account and becoming surprisingly popular on it, for no reason whatsoever (apparently he was a snacc, and sometimes he felt like crying in frustration over what that even meant). 

“I swear, mortals can’t have always been this disillusioned. And as much as he would have loved being called “Daddy AF”, Da Vinci had some respect given to him once the Sistine Chapel was completed.” He huffed, throwing his phone down, collapsing against the pillows.

[theangelofforgiveness]

divine intervention. self-para.

Zadkiel is recruited for one last job.

There was always a certain sensation of calm that Zadkiel felt when he was summoned home. The typical zen-like state mortals searched, and often died, for. The icy whiteness of eternity is what greeted him when he opened his eyes. 

“Brother.” A soft voice, being carried through the nonexistent air, greeted him. He turned, seeing Raphael there, looking rather hesitant. It wasn’t hard to know why, Zadkiel was currently considered persona non grata on this side of the pearly gates. Alas, the angel had made his decision, and wouldn’t change it for anything. He had even come to accept his technical mortality. Forever ageless, but once dead. Dead. 

He didn’t expect his sudden end to be something as comical as falling down a man-hole, like some cartoon. He should’ve expected divine intervention, sort of knew his death would be some sort of petty action on the parts of his Father and siblings. 

“Raphael.” Zadkiel greeted with a nod, hesitantly standing. He tried not to show his anger, at not being able to say goodbye to Catherine. He had never told her about the deal he made all those years ago, hoping he somehow could avoid death forever. 

“Michael summoned you,” Raphael explained, answering the unspoken question between them. “This isn’t permanent.”

Zadkiel nodded, relieved at the thought. That said, when they send him back, it could be any place on the continent, not where they had currently considered home. Raphael silently beckoned him to follow, and he did. It was a comfortable silence and they walked through the spacious nothingness, before stopping. Michael was suddenly there, standing like he always did; as if he had nothing better to do than wait for his disgraced siblings to come along.

“Zadkiel!” Michael’s greeting was a tone too cheerful, his smile slightly strained. He walked over, enveloping him in a hug. “Hugging is what you mortals do to those in greeting, right?”

“A handshake is more than fine,” Zadkiel snarked, “nodding heads is a personal favourite of mine.”

Michael ignored him.

“Your divine work isn’t done I’m afraid, brother.” He said, straight to business. Zadkiel was relieved, not one for awkward small-talk.

“In case the last twenty years were lost on you, brother,” Zadkiel explained, “I retired. I’m paying my dues. Now, you either send me back to Earth where I will hopefully meet my less-than-embarrassing final demise in about fifty years, or straight to Hell to join Lucifer.” 

Michael chuckled. “You know you don’t have a choice, Zadkiel.” His voice had turned steel. Zadkiel noticed for the first time Raphael had left them alone.

“I have free-will now, Michael. I have all the choices in the world.” He smirked, a certain electric feeling dancing in his veins over having something none of his siblings had. 

“Yes, and we’ve been following you, brother. Laughing at what life free-will has given you. Slumming it with a demon --,”

“Don’t.” Zadkiel interjected, the single vowel coming out as a growl, automatically coming into a defensive stance. Michael stepped forward, chuckling darkly.

“What damage do you think you can do to me, mortal?” He spit out the word like a slur, “I’m an arch-angel, remember.” He turned back, and Zadkiel slowly relaxed. “Now, back to business. This is one job. Restore your reputation, and we’ll even let you keep your little demon girlfriend.”

“Not a demon, she prefers the term sucreant,” Zadkiel corrected, thinking about how many times Catherine insisted on the latter term. Michael offered his brother a strange look, but didn’t say anything. Zadkiel decided to speak again. “What is it?”

“A demon.” Michael said simply, smirking at Zadkiel’s scoff. “You two have an interesting history. The Gunboat War of the early 1800’s was the last time you dealt with them, if you recall?”

Zadkiel unfortunately did. “Yes, and then they were lost to history. I moved on.” It was Michael’s turn to scoff.

“Well, you have a new lead. They actually have an accomplice. Your girlfriend might know a thing or two. Pretend you’re starring in some of those mortal “coppy bud” movies you all seem to love so much.”

The angel-turned-mortal refused to correct the term to “buddy-cop” movies. “How am I supposed to deal with...this situation?” 

All of a sudden, his skin began to prickle, his blood almost crackling over. He hissed at the familiar stinging in his wings -- glaring at Michael who definitely knew about the permanent damage there -- and the pain became almost too intense he fell forward, kneeling before his brother. He glanced down, finding his celestial daggers suddenly being held in his clenched fists, almost smiling at the familiar sight of them.

There was something that wasn’t coming to him though, and maybe Michael could sense it, because he stared at him expectantly. The now restored angel still had his free-will.

“Consider it an experiment,” Michael deduced. “Humanity doesn’t have that much time, so tick-tock.” And suddenly, Zadkiel found himself on the sidewalk, as if the second before he fell.

He managed to avoid it, and rushed home. As a test, he summoned his daggers, smirking as they appeared immediately.

His powers were back.

He was an angel again.

One more job, and he was free.

[theangelofforgiveness]

and it feels like home // 1989

[theangelofforgiveness]

catherinethebold‌:

Cathy’s partially white eyes watched Zad closely, her hand unconsciously moving to squeeze his upper thigh. This was a long time coming, and the angel had a long time to prepare himself, but she knew how scary a first time could be. Cathy felt guilty because she knew that she had put this sort of pressure on her partner and worried that he wasn’t doing it for the right reasons. 

“Well… it’s hard to explain like it’s an instruction manual,” Cathy smiled, moving a little closer to him on the couch, their knees touching now. “You just have the spirit move you, as they say. If you want to put your hands on me, put your hands on me. I promise, you won’t scare me, or break me,” Cathy assured Zad. 

Cathy thought about that for a moment, comparing Zad to every other partner she had a relationship with. “Mostly, it was with a kiss. Or a really exciting outing. Or we would play around and grab the other. You just feel the energy between the two of you, and you know that if they really didn’t want to do anything, they would say so,” Cathy told him, her hand moving to slide against the side of his neck and cup the back with her fingers. “It starts, if you’d like me to be romantic, with a desire. To see the other person unravel underneath or on top of you,” the sucreant offered, sitting up and moving her leg over Zad’s hips so she could rest on his open lap. “We can move as fast or as slow as you like. You tell me what you need, what you want. I will do what you want, Zadkiel. I will be what you need. It’s okay.”

“So basically, what you’re saying is,” Zad said, adjusting himself when Cathy moved herself onto his lap, his hands moving on instinct around her waist to keep her balanced, “that this shouldn’t started with me asking awkward questions?” It was easier for him to joke about the situation, to hide how nervous he was. The angel wasn’t always so self-conscious and couldn’t even remember the last time he second-guessed himself. But this was a whole new area for him.

Cathy’s assurances worked slightly, and he felt less nervous about messing up, “Thank you,” He said more softly, one of his hands moving from his waist -- though the other kept a firm grip on it -- to play with her hair. Stuff like this was easy and familar, and Zadkiel could have honestly spent hours sat like this. But now he wanted something more, to feel intimate with her in a different way. He knew this was a matter of acting on instinct, but he also knew one wrong move could kill the whole mood.

The angel couldn’t help but to think back when he last felt like this, and it just happened to be that split-second moment before he kissed her the first time. Back then he blamed it on the leftover adrenaline from bringing down the Te-Kai, but he knew it was a matter of building up the courage to. He had went in without a moment’s thought, and it led to all of this. Acting on instinct could lead to a different type of infinity with the woman he loved than he had previously imagined.

He leaned in and kissed her, first softly but then with more of an urgency. Whilst he expected Cathy to take the lead on this, he wanted to show what he could do, thinking back to the books he had read and movies he had watched, pulling her even closer to him as they kissed, breaking away to not only catch a breath, but to move his mouth from her lips to her jaw, kissing along the line until he reached her ear.