Providence

Kamijo • Archangel • Beyond Reach • Seraphic

[steve-ia]

𝓐𝓷𝓭 thus I see the light {Y&S}

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Looking up at the other through his blonde locks Steve thought the other looked a bit like a prick. A majestic one- but still the energy that oozed off the other was definitely prick-like. He sure hoped the other was not able to read his mind. The sound of the rosary dropping down echoed in Steve’s mind as he watched the stoup- then looked back at the other angel. His expression souring as the man started to talk again. He did not like this angel one bit- but he was smart enough to at least not say it.

“A tree, right.” he did not really know much about trees. Ancient or not- but he supposed it had a meaning or something, like everything in this damn magical world that he did not understand. He wondered if he should pick up a Bible and start reading that, he always hated homework. Maybe if he treated it like one of his cases it would be easier to get through. How many pages were there in the Holy Book again?

Right, he was trailing off again. Focus, Steve. He stared at the other. “How do I know what to ask, I don’t even know why I am an angel.” he spat out- annoyed at the other, the situation and most of all himself. He did not know why he was even still here. Staring at the other man who was talking about trees and now nicknaming him ‘Lost one’ which somehow sounded like an insult. Steve let out a deep sigh as he straightened his wings and looked at the man again. “You didn’t give me your name,” he added, wondering what he would nickname the other. Lord Prickface came to mind but he did not think it would be taken kindly- even if it was true.

Childish thoughts aside the other asked and he shook his head. “Not religious, my parents were Buddhists but I never followed any religion. Went to church a few times for Christmas when my fiance went.” he thought of her, her full lips and lustful hips. Another distraction. DAMN IT STEVE, FOCUS.

He wondered if Lord Prickface liked women too, and what his opinion was on breasts.

“I learned a few prayers from when I hunted demons, but that’s about it. I know, uh, God as a dude and Jesus of course, Mary, I think Joseph?” He shrugged. “Not much more, oh and the bad guy, Satan? I think that is all that was discussed during the Christmas visits.” He did not hear any whispers and by now even if he had, he wouldn’t admit it to stroke the other’s ego even more.

“So, what’s the name?”

[yuuji-ia]

Dear oh dear. This one was truly of room temperature IQ, wasn’t he? The Father above had his own sense of humor though Kamijo very much could not quite fathom it, much like all of the mysteries He span into creation. Why bequeath some wings and angelic grace upon a mortal whose time had fizzled out? It was a question that had afforded him much misery and grief before, and thus, Kamijo was content to simply nod along to the explanation he’d heard through the heralds and Creator’s magnanimous voice: that perhaps humans needed a chance at redemption. Meaning. 

Tired of standing around the stoup, so close to the murmurings of worshippers coming into the holy space to offer up words of reverence, the golden beast turned on his heel so that his perfectly white unstained satin cape fluttered around him like a wave of snowfall. “No need to get uppity, it is nothing of my own fault for your lack of virtuous patience.” Was it akin to scolding a child? A little. 

“For humans, the transition into the Holy Family is wrought with confusion. Some find acceptance immediately along with the thrill of feeling feathers between their fingers. Others, find themselves swimming in doubt.” Kamijo glanced back to eye the haughty feral kitten. “You are swimming in it, aren’t you? The doubt? Insecurity over ‘how’ and ‘why’?” Kamijo lifted a finger, gesturing for the Lost One to follow as he walked toward the back of the Holy Space where there were austere wooden benches and delicately carved stone icons sitting on alcoves above the benches. The one closest to them was a statue of the Archangel Michael, his pose the same as always: arms raised, sword thrust downwards at the pinned Lucifer under his feet. It was shining, meticulously cared for, but absolutely devoid of the same heavenly light Michael actually possessed. A pale imitation. 

“That is our brother, Michael. In all the eons of his fame, still he is depicted the same way always.” Out of part duty to inform the uninformed new heavenly feather, part internal satisfaction to stain the words of Michael’s prayer, the golden beast uttered the prayer so commonly circulated to plead with Michael. Though, his absence was large since the Great battle. “St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle; be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil."  A rich chuckle fell from Kamijo’s lips and he shook his magnificent head. 

“I am your brother, Kamijo. In the Light of our Father, I have been known as Seraphiel.” Seemingly out of nowhere, Kamijo produced a simple brown leather-bound bible that was soft to the touch and floppy. This he held out to the young one, meaning for him to take it. “Revelation 17:8. ‘The beast, which you saw, once was, now is not, and yet will come up out of the Abyss and go to its destruction. The inhabitants of the earth whose names have not been written in the book of life from the creation of the world, shall wonder when they behold the beast that was, and is not, and yet is.’” 

The smile that tugged on the lips of the archangel was beautiful in its perfection, but held a tainted wickedness that was only detectable to those who had some sense to doubt the common belief that all angels were inherently wholeheartedly pure. It was pride, but also experience, a life lived over ages. “That is me. I am the beast. Now if you can scrape together a question you’d like answered, I will do you the honor of providing answers.”   

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𝓐𝓷𝓭 thus I see the light {Y&S}

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The energy that he felt was immense and his sense of danger was flaring up- Much like a poison that spreads through someone’s veins the feeling of dread took him over as he watched the light become qa figure- looking through his lashes as he felt blinded and yet more eyes opened as he watched the angel. His own orbs a silver white as they blinked all in unison upon seeing another of his kind- but yet, different.

“A girl left that here,” Steve said, gesturing at the rosary and then looking at the unnamed angel in front of him- who had spoken but he had been more preoccupied with his own train of thought. The light was holding something that had been left there- on purpose. “I think she will be back for it,” he added as he stepped a little closer and took in the other.

Definitely an angel- not a young one like most here and he sensed the danger as well as the arrogance. Was it earned? This angel obviously felt more than him. Then again- any angel was higher in the hierarchy at the moment. Was he supposed to kneel? Kiss the man’s knuckles? Steve did not kneel. Instead he opted to bow lightly- like he had done a dozen times in his human life.

“How do you know that I am looking for something?” the angel asked, wondering if he resembled a lost pup that much. He liked to think he didn’t- but it was entirely probable that he did. He felt lost. “Are you able to answer questions?” he questioned and there was a faint shiver of hope buried in that simple question. The golden locks that draped over the other’s shoulders reminded him of gentle waterfalls that shimmered in the light of the golden hour. He wished he looked like a proper angel like the man in front of him- or was it even a man? Transcended gender perhaps? He would have to ask in a very angelic way- did angels have pronouns? He had them- fuck, was he supposed to? The young angel was getting lost in his own thoughts again as he furrowed his brows and contemplated the usage of pronouns before looking up again.

“What’s your name? I’m Steve,” he said and realised what a dumbSteve was for an angel. He should make it like, Steveriel or something. No that was even dumber,  fuck.

[yuuji-ia]

Yet another icy sigh left his lips to freeze the air with his absolute hauteur. It gathered in his chest but moved his shoulders forward so that eyes wouldn't roll into the back of his head. What a farce it all was. Of course the rosary beads were left behind by someone. Did the fool think they'd materialize in the stoup? Perhaps he harbored the ability to imagine miracles of such temporal nature would exist in a place of worship for no identifiable reason?

At least the bow was a show of some good manners. Evidently the fool recognized a superior of his kind. Less of a fool, then. More of a simple dolt. Kamijo dropped the rosary back into the stoup, the gentle 'plop' of the beads hitting the water splashed a single drop onto his wrist. Let the lost see, for the sheep was bleating for the Shepard in it's confusion.

"Your confusion drips off of you like sweat on a child hard at play."

So did he look up now, in all his magnificence. The light that once shielded him now radiated from behind his form as though it were a curtain opening to the morning glory. A perfectly sculpted face, the piercing eyes of glacial waters, and the mane of curls that moved almost like water around his face in an impossibly picturesque frame. He leaned upon his elbow against the stoup, quirking a shapely eyebrow at the fool.

"I am not an ancient oak tree, like those in fairytales that are all-knowing and spout wisdom in exchange for an acorn." The golden lion sniffed, lifting a hand of perfectly manicured nails that looked too similar to glass so that it might gesture at the fool. "However, if you have questions I can answer, then rest assured Lost One."

Steve. It was such a normal name. Befitting an angel of his kind. Not that Kamijo would ever go about calling him Steve. Heaven's mighty lion then stood up straight, elbow disconnecting from the stoup so that he could stand and his full height and push his hair behind his shoulders.

"Were you raised as a particularly religious child? Before you joined the ranks. You may already know my name. Even those who did not study the faith often hear whispers of me."

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𝓐𝓷𝓭 thus I see the light {Y&S}

[steve-ia]

The world was not ending at the barriers of Earth- Steve had known this even in life. The man had been fighting demons ever since he had taken the job at the PI- ever since he was about twenty-one. Now he was immortal and while his human vessel had passed the thirty he did not think that it mattered much anymore. Nothing did. Matter that is.

It was not lost on him how ironic it was that an angel had lost his faith- not that he had ever been very religious. Steve knew that God existed; Satan did and so did demons so God and angels had to exist as well. Simple math- it was all just simple back then. Angels on one side and demons on the other and he sort of swaggered on the line between them as a human. He never saw himself as pure, he fucked, smoked and killed. He was not a saint nor did he attempt to be one. Instead he craved every sin known to mankind. It was something that fuelled his ability to ignore all the pain and anguish that filled him every night. If not for the soothing substances and the warm bodies he paid for- then he would’ve truly lost his mind.

So, it had to be a mistake. This, his new existence. The wings on his strong back and the halo that hung above his head when he did not wear it as a golden choker. The extra eyes that looked at him when he blinked too fast while looking in the mirror. It had to be a mistake- someone had royally (or Heavenly) fucked up and had made Steve an angel. This was the truth that Steve was functioning on. He did not know who made the mistake (some Heavenly clerk?) but he knew for sure that out of all the people in the world he was least deserving of becoming an angel.

Now, dear reader, Steve was often wrong and this was yet another instance. He had been chosen for he had a heart of gold- even with it’s impurities and the ways of the Gods were hard to understand. But the soul of the angel was very much one that deserved to be winged and decorated with golden flecks. Steve did not know this of course, he assumed a mistake was the far more likely option. Rather than someone valuing him in a way that mattered. Steve never felt like he had mattered much, to anyone. Especially not after his engagement to the love of his life had fallen through.

So, the angel stood on the marble grounds of the Cathedral of Light and looked around. It was gigantic and there were other angels everywhere. He had never been among so many of his kind and he felt like an imposter. Were there other angels here who were not born but reincarnated like he had been? The angel wondered as he wrung his hands together. His large wings touched the ground as he walked around and he looked… lost. Of course he did, he was lost.

Then he felt some kind of unease- one that warned him of upcoming danger or unrest. Turning around he saw a light-

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[yuuji-ia]

Back in holy spaces, floating above adoring faces, only a sigh escaped from between the lips of he who had been reinvigorated. Part disdain, part heaving apathy, the low drawn out exhale was enormous upon the shoulders who could hear it. If another one escaped, it might be as though the winter winds were blowing in to ice the land in an eternal standstill. Such was the magnitude of an angelic presence as grand as Kamijo.

Angels ran amok here. They squawked over the chatter of mortal matters and scurried to and fro' with an impending sense of importance that simply was not in their station. Many lingered in the cathedral to offer blessings to visitors craving spiritual indulgences. Others offered advice with sage voices and easily built magnitudes based on the credentials that grew fluffy and sleek from their skin. None could guarantee such tidings, only offer to intercede for the pleading masses.

The golden lion cast his icy stare downward, seeing into the depth of the small stoup that lingered just out of reach of those not belonging to Heaven's light. In it, the holy water was blessed every hour and refilled like some pig trough. The use of holy water amongst holy beings seemed silly, though many did submerge artifacts beneath the surface to pass on to the seekers beyond.

No special designs, no notable features of any sort. Made of marble, the edges are cool to the touch. Otherwise, it's just a bowl of water. Bobbing like a buoy washed up in shallow tides, a rosary darkens the water's color with beads of black and gold fixtures. Who left it? Uncertain. It's been submerged in the water for as long as Kamijo had been present in the room. At least half an hour, then.

Evidently the beads were made of a cheap material, since they could float, while the golden cross at the end weighed like an anchor to the bottom of the stoup. Kamijo fished it out with one finger, not bothering to look up as another encroached on his very privileged space. Golden hair as dazzling as the sunshine itself kept his face hidden, for now, giving the impression that heaven's Divine Light was hard at work in concealing one of its Highest on his visit to Earth. Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

In a godly place full of light, Kamijo himself was the most dazzling source of it.

Another angel, though one newly ordained. It permeated the air as boldly as the stench of mushrooms in a gym sock on a humid day.

The golden lion never ever hid the fact that such angels were clearly below his station. Playing nice with them was, unfortunately, part of the mandates of his existence and this one was a wandering soul. Yearning. For explanations. As lost as those mortal souls lining up for blessings and advise.

"You seek much, but not knowing where to bring your questions makes that search difficult, no?"

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