Hello!! This is an ultrakill ask and rp blog centred around Lucifer and Hell itself! Awnsers will be under the tag #cometanguish and mod posts will be under #lotusmodposting, feel free to filter these out if they flood the ultrakill tag!
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âLucifer will speak like this and goes by he/any pronounsâ âA N D. H E L L. S P E A K S. L I K E. T H I S. OR THIS DEPENDING ON HOW IM FEELING AND GOES BY ANY PRONOUNSâ
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- this blog will explore lots of serious topics (gore, abuse, self harm, suicide, etc), but no nsfw! I (mod) am a minor and Hell and Lucifer are in a relationship! Sexual jokes and non sexual nudity are fine, but nothing crazy please!
- no racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc
- this is very centered around my headcanons and designs (which can be found here) for hell and lucifer, so not everything will be 100% the exact same as canon
- mentions of other character and doubles are okay!
- asks and roleplaying are both accepted here!
- I (Adam/Lotus, he/they/xe) am the only mod of this blog, and I have lots of mental health issues which may cause me to go inactive for long periods of time, so please be patient with me! Im doing my best :3
- Hell and Lucifer are in a relationship! Is it most likely toxic and very questionable? Yes! But thats the fun part!
- No venting, romantic interactions, or sexual interactions! I am a minor!
- I will not respond to my inbox while I am in a major rp! This is to not lose track of my rps. My inbox will remain open, though will go unanswered until after major events!
- Please do not re send asks if I do not respond! If I dont respond, I likely A. Dropped the interaction, B. Am busy with other rps, or C. Have some personal stuff going on and I can not interact as often
-mod speaks in either white text or rainbow text :3
More details on rules and boundaries can be found here
â„ General info â„
Lucifer àŁȘ ÖŽÖ¶ÖžâŸ.ĘáȘàŒ
- Kind hearted despite what hes been through
- does deal with some abandonment issues (bros just like me fr /silly) but is slowly dealing with the mentality that came with being cast down into hell
- doesnt judge a book by its cover, likes to wait and see what someone is like before worrying about it
- shy from all the years hes spent alone, but loves a good conversation!
- if you can get him out of his shell, hes a very big yapper! He has a tendency to ramble more to himself than others in the middle of conversation as well
- trying to teach hell how to love through non violent ways. Its working, but very VERY slowly
- has anxiety and a depressive disorder!
-He was mainly the archangel of kindness, but he also saw over things like love (romantic and platonic), families, communication, beauty, sex, house hold and casual worship, empathy, anything psychological (disorders, emotions, hormones, etc), war, violence and hospitality (Yes I inspired his domains off of Aphrodite, Hestia and Hermes, how could u tell? /silly)
H E L L. I T S E L F Ë àŁȘ ÖŽđ€
- possessive and very obsessed with Lucifer
- quiet, prefers to watch rather than act
- loves anything art related! Music, theatre, sculpting, paintings, you name it!
- sees beauty in violence, torturing its loved ones is xer love language
- loves rage baiting people lmao
- struggles with empathy, more specifically the lack of empathy. Has a hard time understanding peoples (especially humans) emotions and struggles
-Made the lust layer as a gift to Lucifer. More specifically its appearance. The purple is meant to reflect Lucifer, the blue the heavens he fell from, and the pink Hell and its undying devotion and love for him
â§ To Do List â§
âââââ-
-re do major rp
-clear up inbox
-send Luci to Phanuel
And thats all! This will be updated from time to time, but for now please send in asks and feel free to roleplay to ur hearts desire!
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(He was in the same spot in Treachery, as per usual. Although, there was something else on her mind this time.)
(..Very rarely did she ever âfeelâ. As in, feeling emotions. She cast that side of her the moment she became the strong being she was today. Well, not strong enough to beat a Power, apparently, but she couldnât bring herself to hate Verchiel over something THAT petty. Besides, he was always fighting at a disadvantage, thanks to the stupid alcohol. Were he not inhibited, the fights would have been a breeze.)
(But that wasnât the point of the fights in the first place, was it? The point was to transform that angel into the tiger she was supposed to be. The tiger he deserved to be. After their last fight, Pepper was pretty sure she wouldnât have to worry much about whether Verchiel was strong enough or not. Though, of course, she could always take drastic measures if need be.)
(Alas, that fight was going to be their last for a while. He took a brief moment to examine his healing wounds. Burns that would probably never fully heal. A limp that was still obvious. No state for a fight. But there were more pressing issues than merely being injured that would stop the fights from being viable, unfortunately.)
(More importantly, there were these âfeelsâ that she would need to sort out. He already had a rough idea of what those âfeelsâ might mean. After all, she felt the same way all those years ago back when he actually felt like making friendsâŠ)
(âŠOkay, enough thinking about feels. He didnât want to remember that.)
(âŠ)
(How long had he been waiting?)
@facets-of-the-father
*Verchiel was in the snow, her sword was in her hands, she was seeing herself on the reflection of the blade, his hands were shaking a bit, yet.. the thoughts going through her mind were.. maybe too much.. she was glad she learned how to hide some of her emotions.. She didn't see Pepper.. she didn't hear any footsteps.. Her wings were green and low flames..*
âMama.. do you think she'll forgive me?.. After.. all?.. I dont know if I should risk it again.. Im.. scared of her.. What will she do next time?... Kill me?.. I almost died there.. I- I shouldn't be acting like this.. im sorry, I should be more aggresive..â
*She said, tears streaming down her fur.. falling from her red eyes.. Her breath was quick and shaky..*
Lucifer really should start thinking before he speaks.
âUhm, well yes but-â hearing the others panic, Lucifer thought for a moment about how to proceed. He didnt want to lie to his face and tell him that Hell wouldnt be mad or that Lucifer could talk them out of it, but that was far from the truth. It was possible the other angel could talk himself out of it, but that may be difficult..
âHey, listen, its going to be fine. As long as you have a valid reason behind it, its okay!â Lucifer tries to reason. âAnd since it seems to be a mental health condition you have, Im sure she will understand. We both suffer from quite extensive issues after all.â
ââ
Hell shakes xer head at that last phrase, making another mental note to help talk Verchiel through his issues, fully this time.
âYOU DO NOT NEED TO BE MORE AGGRESSIVE MY LAMB, YOU MUST LEARN HOW AND WHEN TO PROTECT YOURSELF. HURT DOGS BITE, BUT HURT DOGS MUST NOT BITE THE ONES THAT LOVES THEM OR THE ONES THAT MEAN NO HARM. AND THEY MUST NOT BITE OFF A HAND WHEN JUST STITCHES WOULD DO.â
Hell begins to thoroughly clean the smaller wounds once the larger are bandaged, taking extra care to make sure they do not cause unnecessary harm.
âYOU MUST LEARN TO BITE WHEN NEEDED. WHEN THREATENED. AND TO KNOW WHEN TO FIGHT BACK OR WHEN TO RUN.â
Hell thinks on that phrase.. âIm scared of her.â Well that wouldnt do would it?
âIF YOU ARE SCARED, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO PROTECT YOU?â
(He must have injured something else during whatever happened. Another struggle on Verchielâs end, likely.)
If⊠If she doesnât, do you have a backup plan? And if she does, can I leave? Iâd⊠prefer to leave now and go back to sleep, but⊠but Iâm guessing thatâs not an option anymore.
â..Yes.. I.. Im sorry for being a burden, mama.. I shouldn't be like this.. I don't.. want to keep hurting and bothering my loved ones.. I.. Im so sorry..â
*She said lowly, listening to what Hell said, she needed to learn a lot.. but did they have enough time?..*
Lucifer thinks for a moment. He didnt want Verchiel to get hurt again, and he really wanted to help him with this condition he claims he has.
â..yes, you may. But first, I would like to know about your illness you mentioned.â Lucifer speaks, choosing his words carefully. âWhen I was still in heaven, mental health was one of my domains. If its okay with you, I would love to help figure out whats going on!â The fallen angels smiles, continuing. âI think it would help all of us know how to further keep each other safe.â
ââ
âYOU ARE NOT A BURDEN, NOR ARE YOU BOTHERING ANYBODY. ONE WHO HAS AN ISSUE WITH YOU SEEKING HELP IS NOT ONE TO BE CLOSE TOO.â Hell states firmly, carefully contained anger under xer tone. It wasnt towards Verchiel, but rather the situation the poor angel had been put into and everyone who had hurt him.
âYOU ARE LOVED FOR YOUR FLAWS AND DESIRABLE TRAITS. BOTH ARE PARTS OF YOU, MY LAMB. AND BOTH ARE EXACTLY WHAT I LOVE. BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. NOT THE FALSE PERSONA YOU DESIRE TO CREATE. YOU ARE MINE AND LUCIFERS CHILD, AND WE WILL BOTH LOVE AND CARE FOR YOU UNTIL THE END OF TIME.â
Hell begins to bandage the smaller wounds now, moving feathers to place bandages against skin and folding the feathers back over gently.
âIT IS YOU WHO WE ADOPTED, AND IT IS YOU WHO WE LOOK OVER. NO OTHER PERSON. YOU, VERCHIEL.â
*Verchiel started crying a lot, sobbing.. hugging Hell as she cried, trying to get comfortable with the bandages there. She moved to Hell's lap and hid as best as he could.. crying so much.. Being told things like this always broke her.*
âSo, if its not too personal, could you explain what you experience? I doubt Ill be able to pin an exact disorder, but I can give you some ideas to research yourself.â Lucifer smiles, back wings wrapping around himself.
ââ
Hell sighs, arms wrapping around Verchiel as they sit on the ground, pulling him into xer arms and lap. Hell let her hide, covering the small angel in a soft blanket pulled from the couch with the help of strings.
âITS OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY, VERCHIEL. ITS OKAY TO STRUGGLE, AS LONG AS YOU UNDERSTAND THAT YOU DONT HAVE TO DO IT ALONE. ME AND LUCIFER ARE HERE FOR YOU, WE CARE FOR YOU MORE THAN YOU WOULD EVER KNOW.â Hell mumbles, placing a gentle kiss to the top of Verchiels head.
Well, basically, I very, very rarely black out and wake up places I shouldnât be having done something I donât remember. And then I also hear⊠voices⊠talking to me. Theyâre not⊠real, but⊠they feel very real. And they keep telling me to do thingsâŠ
*Verchiel kept crying, looking at Hell for some minutes before basically climbing to hug her again, crying onto xer shoulder.. Trembling, shaking, it was too much.. Some of her feathers fell from her wings.. she was stressed.. She was scared.. she felt so.. weak, yet she wanted it this way.. at least for now..*
âI would recommend looking into dissociative disorders, like dissociative amnesia or OSDD.â Lucifer recommends, finally meeting Muriels eyes.
âWith the voices, is it like internal dialogue thats not yours or actual voices outside of your head?â Lucifer asks, tilting his head slightly.
ââ
Hell doesnt speak any longer, their touch speaking for them. Its hands rub Verchiels back gently, small circles being rubbed into his spine and side.
It wished they didnt understand sometimes, that she could just be the emotionless villain like others want. But right now was not one of those times. Yes it hurt to have an idea of what Verchiel was feeling, but Hell knew she was hurting more.
*Verchiel said yet she didn't stop sobbing, it was like a beg, a beg for what?.. She didn't know, she just wanted her to stay, to never leave her side..*
â..You will never leave me, right?..â
*..She had asked that question so many times before.. every time she cried, every time she had an attack..*
âWell, thats okay!â Lucifer smiles, crawling over to untie the ribbons around them.
âNow, I cant guarantee your safety. I will try and talk to Hell, but they arent the easiest to convince sometimes..â
ââ
âNEVER.â Hell speaks confidently, slowly beginning to rock Verchiel back and forth in its arms. âI WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU. EVER. AND I WILL CONTINUE TO REASSURE YOU UNTIL THE DAY WE DIE.â
Lucifer shook his head, finally untying the ribbons.
âDont be sorry. I was made to help, and you being here is helping me with my purpose.â
The fallen angel wraps the ribbon around his own hand gently, almost absentmindedly as he speaks.
âI think you should go before Hell finds you. Ill talk to her in the mean time. Remember what I said, research dissociative disorders, specifically dissociative amnesia, DID and OSDD.â Lucifer says, before standing and offering a hand.
ââ
âSOON.â Hell hummed, closing their eyes and opening the one on Lucifers skirt.
Strange, the fallen angel was letting the other go. Lucifer had always been kind like that, and Hell only hoped he had a good reason. (And if he didnt, xe remembered exactly what that angel looked like. It wouldnt be a problem any longer.)
*Verchiel nodded slowly and cuddled right there, calming down completely and still trying to get used to the bandages, growling a little when they were annoying. She was.. patient, silent, just waiting there, then, a thought, a memory.. came to her mind..*
*In that memory, everything was dark, no window nor door being able to give light to the room where she laid, curled around herself, her wing was bleeding yet she didn't cry, she just waited, patiently, for him to come back. Because he always did. He never left.*
Lucifer smiles, carefully brushing snow from the others shoulders.
âIf you have any questions feel free to come find me!â Lucifer hums, stepping away and waving goodbye.
ââ
After a few minutes, Lucifer walks into the house empty handed aside from the ribbons around his hand. He looks surprisingly calm despite the situation, and he closes the door gently behind himself.
âYOU LET THEM GO.â Hell states, more as an observation. Lucifer nods, placing the ribbon down on the table and giving Hell and Verchiel a quick kiss, Verchiel on her head and Hell on their cheek.
âHe seems to have a dissociative disorder. I suspect DID, but dissociative amnesia is a possibility that I brought up. Its likely that, if he does have DID or OSDD, a switch occurred.â Lucifer states, fixing his hair and removing the snow from his feathers.
âI let him know to do his own research on the topic and see where it leads him, as well as to find me if he needs help.â Lucifer hums, looking towards Hell and Verchiel. Hell doesnt speak, simply processes the information given.
(He was in the same spot in Treachery, as per usual. Although, there was something else on her mind this time.)
(..Very rarely did she ever âfeelâ. As in, feeling emotions. She cast that side of her the moment she became the strong being she was today. Well, not strong enough to beat a Power, apparently, but she couldnât bring herself to hate Verchiel over something THAT petty. Besides, he was always fighting at a disadvantage, thanks to the stupid alcohol. Were he not inhibited, the fights would have been a breeze.)
(But that wasnât the point of the fights in the first place, was it? The point was to transform that angel into the tiger she was supposed to be. The tiger he deserved to be. After their last fight, Pepper was pretty sure she wouldnât have to worry much about whether Verchiel was strong enough or not. Though, of course, she could always take drastic measures if need be.)
(Alas, that fight was going to be their last for a while. He took a brief moment to examine his healing wounds. Burns that would probably never fully heal. A limp that was still obvious. No state for a fight. But there were more pressing issues than merely being injured that would stop the fights from being viable, unfortunately.)
(More importantly, there were these âfeelsâ that she would need to sort out. He already had a rough idea of what those âfeelsâ might mean. After all, she felt the same way all those years ago back when he actually felt like making friendsâŠ)
(âŠOkay, enough thinking about feels. He didnât want to remember that.)
(âŠ)
(How long had he been waiting?)
@facets-of-the-father
*Verchiel was in the snow, her sword was in her hands, she was seeing herself on the reflection of the blade, his hands were shaking a bit, yet.. the thoughts going through her mind were.. maybe too much.. she was glad she learned how to hide some of her emotions.. She didn't see Pepper.. she didn't hear any footsteps.. Her wings were green and low flames..*
âMama.. do you think she'll forgive me?.. After.. all?.. I dont know if I should risk it again.. Im.. scared of her.. What will she do next time?... Kill me?.. I almost died there.. I- I shouldn't be acting like this.. im sorry, I should be more aggresive..â
*She said, tears streaming down her fur.. falling from her red eyes.. Her breath was quick and shaky..*
Lucifer really should start thinking before he speaks.
âUhm, well yes but-â hearing the others panic, Lucifer thought for a moment about how to proceed. He didnt want to lie to his face and tell him that Hell wouldnt be mad or that Lucifer could talk them out of it, but that was far from the truth. It was possible the other angel could talk himself out of it, but that may be difficult..
âHey, listen, its going to be fine. As long as you have a valid reason behind it, its okay!â Lucifer tries to reason. âAnd since it seems to be a mental health condition you have, Im sure she will understand. We both suffer from quite extensive issues after all.â
ââ
Hell shakes xer head at that last phrase, making another mental note to help talk Verchiel through his issues, fully this time.
âYOU DO NOT NEED TO BE MORE AGGRESSIVE MY LAMB, YOU MUST LEARN HOW AND WHEN TO PROTECT YOURSELF. HURT DOGS BITE, BUT HURT DOGS MUST NOT BITE THE ONES THAT LOVES THEM OR THE ONES THAT MEAN NO HARM. AND THEY MUST NOT BITE OFF A HAND WHEN JUST STITCHES WOULD DO.â
Hell begins to thoroughly clean the smaller wounds once the larger are bandaged, taking extra care to make sure they do not cause unnecessary harm.
âYOU MUST LEARN TO BITE WHEN NEEDED. WHEN THREATENED. AND TO KNOW WHEN TO FIGHT BACK OR WHEN TO RUN.â
Hell thinks on that phrase.. âIm scared of her.â Well that wouldnt do would it?
âIF YOU ARE SCARED, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO PROTECT YOU?â
(He must have injured something else during whatever happened. Another struggle on Verchielâs end, likely.)
If⊠If she doesnât, do you have a backup plan? And if she does, can I leave? Iâd⊠prefer to leave now and go back to sleep, but⊠but Iâm guessing thatâs not an option anymore.
â..Yes.. I.. Im sorry for being a burden, mama.. I shouldn't be like this.. I don't.. want to keep hurting and bothering my loved ones.. I.. Im so sorry..â
*She said lowly, listening to what Hell said, she needed to learn a lot.. but did they have enough time?..*
Lucifer thinks for a moment. He didnt want Verchiel to get hurt again, and he really wanted to help him with this condition he claims he has.
â..yes, you may. But first, I would like to know about your illness you mentioned.â Lucifer speaks, choosing his words carefully. âWhen I was still in heaven, mental health was one of my domains. If its okay with you, I would love to help figure out whats going on!â The fallen angels smiles, continuing. âI think it would help all of us know how to further keep each other safe.â
ââ
âYOU ARE NOT A BURDEN, NOR ARE YOU BOTHERING ANYBODY. ONE WHO HAS AN ISSUE WITH YOU SEEKING HELP IS NOT ONE TO BE CLOSE TOO.â Hell states firmly, carefully contained anger under xer tone. It wasnt towards Verchiel, but rather the situation the poor angel had been put into and everyone who had hurt him.
âYOU ARE LOVED FOR YOUR FLAWS AND DESIRABLE TRAITS. BOTH ARE PARTS OF YOU, MY LAMB. AND BOTH ARE EXACTLY WHAT I LOVE. BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. NOT THE FALSE PERSONA YOU DESIRE TO CREATE. YOU ARE MINE AND LUCIFERS CHILD, AND WE WILL BOTH LOVE AND CARE FOR YOU UNTIL THE END OF TIME.â
Hell begins to bandage the smaller wounds now, moving feathers to place bandages against skin and folding the feathers back over gently.
âIT IS YOU WHO WE ADOPTED, AND IT IS YOU WHO WE LOOK OVER. NO OTHER PERSON. YOU, VERCHIEL.â
*Verchiel started crying a lot, sobbing.. hugging Hell as she cried, trying to get comfortable with the bandages there. She moved to Hell's lap and hid as best as he could.. crying so much.. Being told things like this always broke her.*
âSo, if its not too personal, could you explain what you experience? I doubt Ill be able to pin an exact disorder, but I can give you some ideas to research yourself.â Lucifer smiles, back wings wrapping around himself.
ââ
Hell sighs, arms wrapping around Verchiel as they sit on the ground, pulling him into xer arms and lap. Hell let her hide, covering the small angel in a soft blanket pulled from the couch with the help of strings.
âITS OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY, VERCHIEL. ITS OKAY TO STRUGGLE, AS LONG AS YOU UNDERSTAND THAT YOU DONT HAVE TO DO IT ALONE. ME AND LUCIFER ARE HERE FOR YOU, WE CARE FOR YOU MORE THAN YOU WOULD EVER KNOW.â Hell mumbles, placing a gentle kiss to the top of Verchiels head.
Well, basically, I very, very rarely black out and wake up places I shouldnât be having done something I donât remember. And then I also hear⊠voices⊠talking to me. Theyâre not⊠real, but⊠they feel very real. And they keep telling me to do thingsâŠ
*Verchiel kept crying, looking at Hell for some minutes before basically climbing to hug her again, crying onto xer shoulder.. Trembling, shaking, it was too much.. Some of her feathers fell from her wings.. she was stressed.. She was scared.. she felt so.. weak, yet she wanted it this way.. at least for now..*
âI would recommend looking into dissociative disorders, like dissociative amnesia or OSDD.â Lucifer recommends, finally meeting Muriels eyes.
âWith the voices, is it like internal dialogue thats not yours or actual voices outside of your head?â Lucifer asks, tilting his head slightly.
ââ
Hell doesnt speak any longer, their touch speaking for them. Its hands rub Verchiels back gently, small circles being rubbed into his spine and side.
It wished they didnt understand sometimes, that she could just be the emotionless villain like others want. But right now was not one of those times. Yes it hurt to have an idea of what Verchiel was feeling, but Hell knew she was hurting more.
*Verchiel said yet she didn't stop sobbing, it was like a beg, a beg for what?.. She didn't know, she just wanted her to stay, to never leave her side..*
â..You will never leave me, right?..â
*..She had asked that question so many times before.. every time she cried, every time she had an attack..*
âWell, thats okay!â Lucifer smiles, crawling over to untie the ribbons around them.
âNow, I cant guarantee your safety. I will try and talk to Hell, but they arent the easiest to convince sometimes..â
ââ
âNEVER.â Hell speaks confidently, slowly beginning to rock Verchiel back and forth in its arms. âI WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU. EVER. AND I WILL CONTINUE TO REASSURE YOU UNTIL THE DAY WE DIE.â
Lucifer shook his head, finally untying the ribbons.
âDont be sorry. I was made to help, and you being here is helping me with my purpose.â
The fallen angel wraps the ribbon around his own hand gently, almost absentmindedly as he speaks.
âI think you should go before Hell finds you. Ill talk to her in the mean time. Remember what I said, research dissociative disorders, specifically dissociative amnesia, DID and OSDD.â Lucifer says, before standing and offering a hand.
ââ
âSOON.â Hell hummed, closing their eyes and opening the one on Lucifers skirt.
Strange, the fallen angel was letting the other go. Lucifer had always been kind like that, and Hell only hoped he had a good reason. (And if he didnt, xe remembered exactly what that angel looked like. It wouldnt be a problem any longer.)
(He was in the same spot in Treachery, as per usual. Although, there was something else on her mind this time.)
(..Very rarely did she ever âfeelâ. As in, feeling emotions. She cast that side of her the moment she became the strong being she was today. Well, not strong enough to beat a Power, apparently, but she couldnât bring herself to hate Verchiel over something THAT petty. Besides, he was always fighting at a disadvantage, thanks to the stupid alcohol. Were he not inhibited, the fights would have been a breeze.)
(But that wasnât the point of the fights in the first place, was it? The point was to transform that angel into the tiger she was supposed to be. The tiger he deserved to be. After their last fight, Pepper was pretty sure she wouldnât have to worry much about whether Verchiel was strong enough or not. Though, of course, she could always take drastic measures if need be.)
(Alas, that fight was going to be their last for a while. He took a brief moment to examine his healing wounds. Burns that would probably never fully heal. A limp that was still obvious. No state for a fight. But there were more pressing issues than merely being injured that would stop the fights from being viable, unfortunately.)
(More importantly, there were these âfeelsâ that she would need to sort out. He already had a rough idea of what those âfeelsâ might mean. After all, she felt the same way all those years ago back when he actually felt like making friendsâŠ)
(âŠOkay, enough thinking about feels. He didnât want to remember that.)
(âŠ)
(How long had he been waiting?)
@facets-of-the-father
*Verchiel was in the snow, her sword was in her hands, she was seeing herself on the reflection of the blade, his hands were shaking a bit, yet.. the thoughts going through her mind were.. maybe too much.. she was glad she learned how to hide some of her emotions.. She didn't see Pepper.. she didn't hear any footsteps.. Her wings were green and low flames..*
âMama.. do you think she'll forgive me?.. After.. all?.. I dont know if I should risk it again.. Im.. scared of her.. What will she do next time?... Kill me?.. I almost died there.. I- I shouldn't be acting like this.. im sorry, I should be more aggresive..â
*She said, tears streaming down her fur.. falling from her red eyes.. Her breath was quick and shaky..*
Lucifer really should start thinking before he speaks.
âUhm, well yes but-â hearing the others panic, Lucifer thought for a moment about how to proceed. He didnt want to lie to his face and tell him that Hell wouldnt be mad or that Lucifer could talk them out of it, but that was far from the truth. It was possible the other angel could talk himself out of it, but that may be difficult..
âHey, listen, its going to be fine. As long as you have a valid reason behind it, its okay!â Lucifer tries to reason. âAnd since it seems to be a mental health condition you have, Im sure she will understand. We both suffer from quite extensive issues after all.â
ââ
Hell shakes xer head at that last phrase, making another mental note to help talk Verchiel through his issues, fully this time.
âYOU DO NOT NEED TO BE MORE AGGRESSIVE MY LAMB, YOU MUST LEARN HOW AND WHEN TO PROTECT YOURSELF. HURT DOGS BITE, BUT HURT DOGS MUST NOT BITE THE ONES THAT LOVES THEM OR THE ONES THAT MEAN NO HARM. AND THEY MUST NOT BITE OFF A HAND WHEN JUST STITCHES WOULD DO.â
Hell begins to thoroughly clean the smaller wounds once the larger are bandaged, taking extra care to make sure they do not cause unnecessary harm.
âYOU MUST LEARN TO BITE WHEN NEEDED. WHEN THREATENED. AND TO KNOW WHEN TO FIGHT BACK OR WHEN TO RUN.â
Hell thinks on that phrase.. âIm scared of her.â Well that wouldnt do would it?
âIF YOU ARE SCARED, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO PROTECT YOU?â
(He must have injured something else during whatever happened. Another struggle on Verchielâs end, likely.)
If⊠If she doesnât, do you have a backup plan? And if she does, can I leave? Iâd⊠prefer to leave now and go back to sleep, but⊠but Iâm guessing thatâs not an option anymore.
â..Yes.. I.. Im sorry for being a burden, mama.. I shouldn't be like this.. I don't.. want to keep hurting and bothering my loved ones.. I.. Im so sorry..â
*She said lowly, listening to what Hell said, she needed to learn a lot.. but did they have enough time?..*
Lucifer thinks for a moment. He didnt want Verchiel to get hurt again, and he really wanted to help him with this condition he claims he has.
â..yes, you may. But first, I would like to know about your illness you mentioned.â Lucifer speaks, choosing his words carefully. âWhen I was still in heaven, mental health was one of my domains. If its okay with you, I would love to help figure out whats going on!â The fallen angels smiles, continuing. âI think it would help all of us know how to further keep each other safe.â
ââ
âYOU ARE NOT A BURDEN, NOR ARE YOU BOTHERING ANYBODY. ONE WHO HAS AN ISSUE WITH YOU SEEKING HELP IS NOT ONE TO BE CLOSE TOO.â Hell states firmly, carefully contained anger under xer tone. It wasnt towards Verchiel, but rather the situation the poor angel had been put into and everyone who had hurt him.
âYOU ARE LOVED FOR YOUR FLAWS AND DESIRABLE TRAITS. BOTH ARE PARTS OF YOU, MY LAMB. AND BOTH ARE EXACTLY WHAT I LOVE. BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. NOT THE FALSE PERSONA YOU DESIRE TO CREATE. YOU ARE MINE AND LUCIFERS CHILD, AND WE WILL BOTH LOVE AND CARE FOR YOU UNTIL THE END OF TIME.â
Hell begins to bandage the smaller wounds now, moving feathers to place bandages against skin and folding the feathers back over gently.
âIT IS YOU WHO WE ADOPTED, AND IT IS YOU WHO WE LOOK OVER. NO OTHER PERSON. YOU, VERCHIEL.â
*Verchiel started crying a lot, sobbing.. hugging Hell as she cried, trying to get comfortable with the bandages there. She moved to Hell's lap and hid as best as he could.. crying so much.. Being told things like this always broke her.*
âSo, if its not too personal, could you explain what you experience? I doubt Ill be able to pin an exact disorder, but I can give you some ideas to research yourself.â Lucifer smiles, back wings wrapping around himself.
ââ
Hell sighs, arms wrapping around Verchiel as they sit on the ground, pulling him into xer arms and lap. Hell let her hide, covering the small angel in a soft blanket pulled from the couch with the help of strings.
âITS OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY, VERCHIEL. ITS OKAY TO STRUGGLE, AS LONG AS YOU UNDERSTAND THAT YOU DONT HAVE TO DO IT ALONE. ME AND LUCIFER ARE HERE FOR YOU, WE CARE FOR YOU MORE THAN YOU WOULD EVER KNOW.â Hell mumbles, placing a gentle kiss to the top of Verchiels head.
Well, basically, I very, very rarely black out and wake up places I shouldnât be having done something I donât remember. And then I also hear⊠voices⊠talking to me. Theyâre not⊠real, but⊠they feel very real. And they keep telling me to do thingsâŠ
*Verchiel kept crying, looking at Hell for some minutes before basically climbing to hug her again, crying onto xer shoulder.. Trembling, shaking, it was too much.. Some of her feathers fell from her wings.. she was stressed.. She was scared.. she felt so.. weak, yet she wanted it this way.. at least for now..*
âI would recommend looking into dissociative disorders, like dissociative amnesia or OSDD.â Lucifer recommends, finally meeting Muriels eyes.
âWith the voices, is it like internal dialogue thats not yours or actual voices outside of your head?â Lucifer asks, tilting his head slightly.
ââ
Hell doesnt speak any longer, their touch speaking for them. Its hands rub Verchiels back gently, small circles being rubbed into his spine and side.
It wished they didnt understand sometimes, that she could just be the emotionless villain like others want. But right now was not one of those times. Yes it hurt to have an idea of what Verchiel was feeling, but Hell knew she was hurting more.
*Verchiel said yet she didn't stop sobbing, it was like a beg, a beg for what?.. She didn't know, she just wanted her to stay, to never leave her side..*
â..You will never leave me, right?..â
*..She had asked that question so many times before.. every time she cried, every time she had an attack..*
âWell, thats okay!â Lucifer smiles, crawling over to untie the ribbons around them.
âNow, I cant guarantee your safety. I will try and talk to Hell, but they arent the easiest to convince sometimes..â
ââ
âNEVER.â Hell speaks confidently, slowly beginning to rock Verchiel back and forth in its arms. âI WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU. EVER. AND I WILL CONTINUE TO REASSURE YOU UNTIL THE DAY WE DIE.â
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(He was in the same spot in Treachery, as per usual. Although, there was something else on her mind this time.)
(..Very rarely did she ever âfeelâ. As in, feeling emotions. She cast that side of her the moment she became the strong being she was today. Well, not strong enough to beat a Power, apparently, but she couldnât bring herself to hate Verchiel over something THAT petty. Besides, he was always fighting at a disadvantage, thanks to the stupid alcohol. Were he not inhibited, the fights would have been a breeze.)
(But that wasnât the point of the fights in the first place, was it? The point was to transform that angel into the tiger she was supposed to be. The tiger he deserved to be. After their last fight, Pepper was pretty sure she wouldnât have to worry much about whether Verchiel was strong enough or not. Though, of course, she could always take drastic measures if need be.)
(Alas, that fight was going to be their last for a while. He took a brief moment to examine his healing wounds. Burns that would probably never fully heal. A limp that was still obvious. No state for a fight. But there were more pressing issues than merely being injured that would stop the fights from being viable, unfortunately.)
(More importantly, there were these âfeelsâ that she would need to sort out. He already had a rough idea of what those âfeelsâ might mean. After all, she felt the same way all those years ago back when he actually felt like making friendsâŠ)
(âŠOkay, enough thinking about feels. He didnât want to remember that.)
(âŠ)
(How long had he been waiting?)
@facets-of-the-father
*Verchiel was in the snow, her sword was in her hands, she was seeing herself on the reflection of the blade, his hands were shaking a bit, yet.. the thoughts going through her mind were.. maybe too much.. she was glad she learned how to hide some of her emotions.. She didn't see Pepper.. she didn't hear any footsteps.. Her wings were green and low flames..*
âMama.. do you think she'll forgive me?.. After.. all?.. I dont know if I should risk it again.. Im.. scared of her.. What will she do next time?... Kill me?.. I almost died there.. I- I shouldn't be acting like this.. im sorry, I should be more aggresive..â
*She said, tears streaming down her fur.. falling from her red eyes.. Her breath was quick and shaky..*
Lucifer really should start thinking before he speaks.
âUhm, well yes but-â hearing the others panic, Lucifer thought for a moment about how to proceed. He didnt want to lie to his face and tell him that Hell wouldnt be mad or that Lucifer could talk them out of it, but that was far from the truth. It was possible the other angel could talk himself out of it, but that may be difficult..
âHey, listen, its going to be fine. As long as you have a valid reason behind it, its okay!â Lucifer tries to reason. âAnd since it seems to be a mental health condition you have, Im sure she will understand. We both suffer from quite extensive issues after all.â
ââ
Hell shakes xer head at that last phrase, making another mental note to help talk Verchiel through his issues, fully this time.
âYOU DO NOT NEED TO BE MORE AGGRESSIVE MY LAMB, YOU MUST LEARN HOW AND WHEN TO PROTECT YOURSELF. HURT DOGS BITE, BUT HURT DOGS MUST NOT BITE THE ONES THAT LOVES THEM OR THE ONES THAT MEAN NO HARM. AND THEY MUST NOT BITE OFF A HAND WHEN JUST STITCHES WOULD DO.â
Hell begins to thoroughly clean the smaller wounds once the larger are bandaged, taking extra care to make sure they do not cause unnecessary harm.
âYOU MUST LEARN TO BITE WHEN NEEDED. WHEN THREATENED. AND TO KNOW WHEN TO FIGHT BACK OR WHEN TO RUN.â
Hell thinks on that phrase.. âIm scared of her.â Well that wouldnt do would it?
âIF YOU ARE SCARED, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO PROTECT YOU?â
(He must have injured something else during whatever happened. Another struggle on Verchielâs end, likely.)
If⊠If she doesnât, do you have a backup plan? And if she does, can I leave? Iâd⊠prefer to leave now and go back to sleep, but⊠but Iâm guessing thatâs not an option anymore.
â..Yes.. I.. Im sorry for being a burden, mama.. I shouldn't be like this.. I don't.. want to keep hurting and bothering my loved ones.. I.. Im so sorry..â
*She said lowly, listening to what Hell said, she needed to learn a lot.. but did they have enough time?..*
Lucifer thinks for a moment. He didnt want Verchiel to get hurt again, and he really wanted to help him with this condition he claims he has.
â..yes, you may. But first, I would like to know about your illness you mentioned.â Lucifer speaks, choosing his words carefully. âWhen I was still in heaven, mental health was one of my domains. If its okay with you, I would love to help figure out whats going on!â The fallen angels smiles, continuing. âI think it would help all of us know how to further keep each other safe.â
ââ
âYOU ARE NOT A BURDEN, NOR ARE YOU BOTHERING ANYBODY. ONE WHO HAS AN ISSUE WITH YOU SEEKING HELP IS NOT ONE TO BE CLOSE TOO.â Hell states firmly, carefully contained anger under xer tone. It wasnt towards Verchiel, but rather the situation the poor angel had been put into and everyone who had hurt him.
âYOU ARE LOVED FOR YOUR FLAWS AND DESIRABLE TRAITS. BOTH ARE PARTS OF YOU, MY LAMB. AND BOTH ARE EXACTLY WHAT I LOVE. BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. NOT THE FALSE PERSONA YOU DESIRE TO CREATE. YOU ARE MINE AND LUCIFERS CHILD, AND WE WILL BOTH LOVE AND CARE FOR YOU UNTIL THE END OF TIME.â
Hell begins to bandage the smaller wounds now, moving feathers to place bandages against skin and folding the feathers back over gently.
âIT IS YOU WHO WE ADOPTED, AND IT IS YOU WHO WE LOOK OVER. NO OTHER PERSON. YOU, VERCHIEL.â
*Verchiel started crying a lot, sobbing.. hugging Hell as she cried, trying to get comfortable with the bandages there. She moved to Hell's lap and hid as best as he could.. crying so much.. Being told things like this always broke her.*
âSo, if its not too personal, could you explain what you experience? I doubt Ill be able to pin an exact disorder, but I can give you some ideas to research yourself.â Lucifer smiles, back wings wrapping around himself.
ââ
Hell sighs, arms wrapping around Verchiel as they sit on the ground, pulling him into xer arms and lap. Hell let her hide, covering the small angel in a soft blanket pulled from the couch with the help of strings.
âITS OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY, VERCHIEL. ITS OKAY TO STRUGGLE, AS LONG AS YOU UNDERSTAND THAT YOU DONT HAVE TO DO IT ALONE. ME AND LUCIFER ARE HERE FOR YOU, WE CARE FOR YOU MORE THAN YOU WOULD EVER KNOW.â Hell mumbles, placing a gentle kiss to the top of Verchiels head.
Well, basically, I very, very rarely black out and wake up places I shouldnât be having done something I donât remember. And then I also hear⊠voices⊠talking to me. Theyâre not⊠real, but⊠they feel very real. And they keep telling me to do thingsâŠ
*Verchiel kept crying, looking at Hell for some minutes before basically climbing to hug her again, crying onto xer shoulder.. Trembling, shaking, it was too much.. Some of her feathers fell from her wings.. she was stressed.. She was scared.. she felt so.. weak, yet she wanted it this way.. at least for now..*
âI would recommend looking into dissociative disorders, like dissociative amnesia or OSDD.â Lucifer recommends, finally meeting Muriels eyes.
âWith the voices, is it like internal dialogue thats not yours or actual voices outside of your head?â Lucifer asks, tilting his head slightly.
ââ
Hell doesnt speak any longer, their touch speaking for them. Its hands rub Verchiels back gently, small circles being rubbed into his spine and side.
It wished they didnt understand sometimes, that she could just be the emotionless villain like others want. But right now was not one of those times. Yes it hurt to have an idea of what Verchiel was feeling, but Hell knew she was hurting more.
(He was in the same spot in Treachery, as per usual. Although, there was something else on her mind this time.)
(..Very rarely did she ever âfeelâ. As in, feeling emotions. She cast that side of her the moment she became the strong being she was today. Well, not strong enough to beat a Power, apparently, but she couldnât bring herself to hate Verchiel over something THAT petty. Besides, he was always fighting at a disadvantage, thanks to the stupid alcohol. Were he not inhibited, the fights would have been a breeze.)
(But that wasnât the point of the fights in the first place, was it? The point was to transform that angel into the tiger she was supposed to be. The tiger he deserved to be. After their last fight, Pepper was pretty sure she wouldnât have to worry much about whether Verchiel was strong enough or not. Though, of course, she could always take drastic measures if need be.)
(Alas, that fight was going to be their last for a while. He took a brief moment to examine his healing wounds. Burns that would probably never fully heal. A limp that was still obvious. No state for a fight. But there were more pressing issues than merely being injured that would stop the fights from being viable, unfortunately.)
(More importantly, there were these âfeelsâ that she would need to sort out. He already had a rough idea of what those âfeelsâ might mean. After all, she felt the same way all those years ago back when he actually felt like making friendsâŠ)
(âŠOkay, enough thinking about feels. He didnât want to remember that.)
(âŠ)
(How long had he been waiting?)
@facets-of-the-father
*Verchiel was in the snow, her sword was in her hands, she was seeing herself on the reflection of the blade, his hands were shaking a bit, yet.. the thoughts going through her mind were.. maybe too much.. she was glad she learned how to hide some of her emotions.. She didn't see Pepper.. she didn't hear any footsteps.. Her wings were green and low flames..*
âMama.. do you think she'll forgive me?.. After.. all?.. I dont know if I should risk it again.. Im.. scared of her.. What will she do next time?... Kill me?.. I almost died there.. I- I shouldn't be acting like this.. im sorry, I should be more aggresive..â
*She said, tears streaming down her fur.. falling from her red eyes.. Her breath was quick and shaky..*
Lucifer really should start thinking before he speaks.
âUhm, well yes but-â hearing the others panic, Lucifer thought for a moment about how to proceed. He didnt want to lie to his face and tell him that Hell wouldnt be mad or that Lucifer could talk them out of it, but that was far from the truth. It was possible the other angel could talk himself out of it, but that may be difficult..
âHey, listen, its going to be fine. As long as you have a valid reason behind it, its okay!â Lucifer tries to reason. âAnd since it seems to be a mental health condition you have, Im sure she will understand. We both suffer from quite extensive issues after all.â
ââ
Hell shakes xer head at that last phrase, making another mental note to help talk Verchiel through his issues, fully this time.
âYOU DO NOT NEED TO BE MORE AGGRESSIVE MY LAMB, YOU MUST LEARN HOW AND WHEN TO PROTECT YOURSELF. HURT DOGS BITE, BUT HURT DOGS MUST NOT BITE THE ONES THAT LOVES THEM OR THE ONES THAT MEAN NO HARM. AND THEY MUST NOT BITE OFF A HAND WHEN JUST STITCHES WOULD DO.â
Hell begins to thoroughly clean the smaller wounds once the larger are bandaged, taking extra care to make sure they do not cause unnecessary harm.
âYOU MUST LEARN TO BITE WHEN NEEDED. WHEN THREATENED. AND TO KNOW WHEN TO FIGHT BACK OR WHEN TO RUN.â
Hell thinks on that phrase.. âIm scared of her.â Well that wouldnt do would it?
âIF YOU ARE SCARED, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO PROTECT YOU?â
(He must have injured something else during whatever happened. Another struggle on Verchielâs end, likely.)
If⊠If she doesnât, do you have a backup plan? And if she does, can I leave? Iâd⊠prefer to leave now and go back to sleep, but⊠but Iâm guessing thatâs not an option anymore.
â..Yes.. I.. Im sorry for being a burden, mama.. I shouldn't be like this.. I don't.. want to keep hurting and bothering my loved ones.. I.. Im so sorry..â
*She said lowly, listening to what Hell said, she needed to learn a lot.. but did they have enough time?..*
Lucifer thinks for a moment. He didnt want Verchiel to get hurt again, and he really wanted to help him with this condition he claims he has.
â..yes, you may. But first, I would like to know about your illness you mentioned.â Lucifer speaks, choosing his words carefully. âWhen I was still in heaven, mental health was one of my domains. If its okay with you, I would love to help figure out whats going on!â The fallen angels smiles, continuing. âI think it would help all of us know how to further keep each other safe.â
ââ
âYOU ARE NOT A BURDEN, NOR ARE YOU BOTHERING ANYBODY. ONE WHO HAS AN ISSUE WITH YOU SEEKING HELP IS NOT ONE TO BE CLOSE TOO.â Hell states firmly, carefully contained anger under xer tone. It wasnt towards Verchiel, but rather the situation the poor angel had been put into and everyone who had hurt him.
âYOU ARE LOVED FOR YOUR FLAWS AND DESIRABLE TRAITS. BOTH ARE PARTS OF YOU, MY LAMB. AND BOTH ARE EXACTLY WHAT I LOVE. BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. NOT THE FALSE PERSONA YOU DESIRE TO CREATE. YOU ARE MINE AND LUCIFERS CHILD, AND WE WILL BOTH LOVE AND CARE FOR YOU UNTIL THE END OF TIME.â
Hell begins to bandage the smaller wounds now, moving feathers to place bandages against skin and folding the feathers back over gently.
âIT IS YOU WHO WE ADOPTED, AND IT IS YOU WHO WE LOOK OVER. NO OTHER PERSON. YOU, VERCHIEL.â
*Verchiel started crying a lot, sobbing.. hugging Hell as she cried, trying to get comfortable with the bandages there. She moved to Hell's lap and hid as best as he could.. crying so much.. Being told things like this always broke her.*
âSo, if its not too personal, could you explain what you experience? I doubt Ill be able to pin an exact disorder, but I can give you some ideas to research yourself.â Lucifer smiles, back wings wrapping around himself.
ââ
Hell sighs, arms wrapping around Verchiel as they sit on the ground, pulling him into xer arms and lap. Hell let her hide, covering the small angel in a soft blanket pulled from the couch with the help of strings.
âITS OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY, VERCHIEL. ITS OKAY TO STRUGGLE, AS LONG AS YOU UNDERSTAND THAT YOU DONT HAVE TO DO IT ALONE. ME AND LUCIFER ARE HERE FOR YOU, WE CARE FOR YOU MORE THAN YOU WOULD EVER KNOW.â Hell mumbles, placing a gentle kiss to the top of Verchiels head.
(He was in the same spot in Treachery, as per usual. Although, there was something else on her mind this time.)
(..Very rarely did she ever âfeelâ. As in, feeling emotions. She cast that side of her the moment she became the strong being she was today. Well, not strong enough to beat a Power, apparently, but she couldnât bring herself to hate Verchiel over something THAT petty. Besides, he was always fighting at a disadvantage, thanks to the stupid alcohol. Were he not inhibited, the fights would have been a breeze.)
(But that wasnât the point of the fights in the first place, was it? The point was to transform that angel into the tiger she was supposed to be. The tiger he deserved to be. After their last fight, Pepper was pretty sure she wouldnât have to worry much about whether Verchiel was strong enough or not. Though, of course, she could always take drastic measures if need be.)
(Alas, that fight was going to be their last for a while. He took a brief moment to examine his healing wounds. Burns that would probably never fully heal. A limp that was still obvious. No state for a fight. But there were more pressing issues than merely being injured that would stop the fights from being viable, unfortunately.)
(More importantly, there were these âfeelsâ that she would need to sort out. He already had a rough idea of what those âfeelsâ might mean. After all, she felt the same way all those years ago back when he actually felt like making friendsâŠ)
(âŠOkay, enough thinking about feels. He didnât want to remember that.)
(âŠ)
(How long had he been waiting?)
@facets-of-the-father
*Verchiel was in the snow, her sword was in her hands, she was seeing herself on the reflection of the blade, his hands were shaking a bit, yet.. the thoughts going through her mind were.. maybe too much.. she was glad she learned how to hide some of her emotions.. She didn't see Pepper.. she didn't hear any footsteps.. Her wings were green and low flames..*
âMama.. do you think she'll forgive me?.. After.. all?.. I dont know if I should risk it again.. Im.. scared of her.. What will she do next time?... Kill me?.. I almost died there.. I- I shouldn't be acting like this.. im sorry, I should be more aggresive..â
*She said, tears streaming down her fur.. falling from her red eyes.. Her breath was quick and shaky..*
Lucifer really should start thinking before he speaks.
âUhm, well yes but-â hearing the others panic, Lucifer thought for a moment about how to proceed. He didnt want to lie to his face and tell him that Hell wouldnt be mad or that Lucifer could talk them out of it, but that was far from the truth. It was possible the other angel could talk himself out of it, but that may be difficult..
âHey, listen, its going to be fine. As long as you have a valid reason behind it, its okay!â Lucifer tries to reason. âAnd since it seems to be a mental health condition you have, Im sure she will understand. We both suffer from quite extensive issues after all.â
ââ
Hell shakes xer head at that last phrase, making another mental note to help talk Verchiel through his issues, fully this time.
âYOU DO NOT NEED TO BE MORE AGGRESSIVE MY LAMB, YOU MUST LEARN HOW AND WHEN TO PROTECT YOURSELF. HURT DOGS BITE, BUT HURT DOGS MUST NOT BITE THE ONES THAT LOVES THEM OR THE ONES THAT MEAN NO HARM. AND THEY MUST NOT BITE OFF A HAND WHEN JUST STITCHES WOULD DO.â
Hell begins to thoroughly clean the smaller wounds once the larger are bandaged, taking extra care to make sure they do not cause unnecessary harm.
âYOU MUST LEARN TO BITE WHEN NEEDED. WHEN THREATENED. AND TO KNOW WHEN TO FIGHT BACK OR WHEN TO RUN.â
Hell thinks on that phrase.. âIm scared of her.â Well that wouldnt do would it?
âIF YOU ARE SCARED, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO PROTECT YOU?â
(He must have injured something else during whatever happened. Another struggle on Verchielâs end, likely.)
If⊠If she doesnât, do you have a backup plan? And if she does, can I leave? Iâd⊠prefer to leave now and go back to sleep, but⊠but Iâm guessing thatâs not an option anymore.
â..Yes.. I.. Im sorry for being a burden, mama.. I shouldn't be like this.. I don't.. want to keep hurting and bothering my loved ones.. I.. Im so sorry..â
*She said lowly, listening to what Hell said, she needed to learn a lot.. but did they have enough time?..*
Lucifer thinks for a moment. He didnt want Verchiel to get hurt again, and he really wanted to help him with this condition he claims he has.
â..yes, you may. But first, I would like to know about your illness you mentioned.â Lucifer speaks, choosing his words carefully. âWhen I was still in heaven, mental health was one of my domains. If its okay with you, I would love to help figure out whats going on!â The fallen angels smiles, continuing. âI think it would help all of us know how to further keep each other safe.â
ââ
âYOU ARE NOT A BURDEN, NOR ARE YOU BOTHERING ANYBODY. ONE WHO HAS AN ISSUE WITH YOU SEEKING HELP IS NOT ONE TO BE CLOSE TOO.â Hell states firmly, carefully contained anger under xer tone. It wasnt towards Verchiel, but rather the situation the poor angel had been put into and everyone who had hurt him.
âYOU ARE LOVED FOR YOUR FLAWS AND DESIRABLE TRAITS. BOTH ARE PARTS OF YOU, MY LAMB. AND BOTH ARE EXACTLY WHAT I LOVE. BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. NOT THE FALSE PERSONA YOU DESIRE TO CREATE. YOU ARE MINE AND LUCIFERS CHILD, AND WE WILL BOTH LOVE AND CARE FOR YOU UNTIL THE END OF TIME.â
Hell begins to bandage the smaller wounds now, moving feathers to place bandages against skin and folding the feathers back over gently.
âIT IS YOU WHO WE ADOPTED, AND IT IS YOU WHO WE LOOK OVER. NO OTHER PERSON. YOU, VERCHIEL.â
(He was in the same spot in Treachery, as per usual. Although, there was something else on her mind this time.)
(..Very rarely did she ever âfeelâ. As in, feeling emotions. She cast that side of her the moment she became the strong being she was today. Well, not strong enough to beat a Power, apparently, but she couldnât bring herself to hate Verchiel over something THAT petty. Besides, he was always fighting at a disadvantage, thanks to the stupid alcohol. Were he not inhibited, the fights would have been a breeze.)
(But that wasnât the point of the fights in the first place, was it? The point was to transform that angel into the tiger she was supposed to be. The tiger he deserved to be. After their last fight, Pepper was pretty sure she wouldnât have to worry much about whether Verchiel was strong enough or not. Though, of course, she could always take drastic measures if need be.)
(Alas, that fight was going to be their last for a while. He took a brief moment to examine his healing wounds. Burns that would probably never fully heal. A limp that was still obvious. No state for a fight. But there were more pressing issues than merely being injured that would stop the fights from being viable, unfortunately.)
(More importantly, there were these âfeelsâ that she would need to sort out. He already had a rough idea of what those âfeelsâ might mean. After all, she felt the same way all those years ago back when he actually felt like making friendsâŠ)
(âŠOkay, enough thinking about feels. He didnât want to remember that.)
(âŠ)
(How long had he been waiting?)
@facets-of-the-father
*Verchiel was in the snow, her sword was in her hands, she was seeing herself on the reflection of the blade, his hands were shaking a bit, yet.. the thoughts going through her mind were.. maybe too much.. she was glad she learned how to hide some of her emotions.. She didn't see Pepper.. she didn't hear any footsteps.. Her wings were green and low flames..*
âMama.. do you think she'll forgive me?.. After.. all?.. I dont know if I should risk it again.. Im.. scared of her.. What will she do next time?... Kill me?.. I almost died there.. I- I shouldn't be acting like this.. im sorry, I should be more aggresive..â
*She said, tears streaming down her fur.. falling from her red eyes.. Her breath was quick and shaky..*
Lucifer really should start thinking before he speaks.
âUhm, well yes but-â hearing the others panic, Lucifer thought for a moment about how to proceed. He didnt want to lie to his face and tell him that Hell wouldnt be mad or that Lucifer could talk them out of it, but that was far from the truth. It was possible the other angel could talk himself out of it, but that may be difficult..
âHey, listen, its going to be fine. As long as you have a valid reason behind it, its okay!â Lucifer tries to reason. âAnd since it seems to be a mental health condition you have, Im sure she will understand. We both suffer from quite extensive issues after all.â
ââ
Hell shakes xer head at that last phrase, making another mental note to help talk Verchiel through his issues, fully this time.
âYOU DO NOT NEED TO BE MORE AGGRESSIVE MY LAMB, YOU MUST LEARN HOW AND WHEN TO PROTECT YOURSELF. HURT DOGS BITE, BUT HURT DOGS MUST NOT BITE THE ONES THAT LOVES THEM OR THE ONES THAT MEAN NO HARM. AND THEY MUST NOT BITE OFF A HAND WHEN JUST STITCHES WOULD DO.â
Hell begins to thoroughly clean the smaller wounds once the larger are bandaged, taking extra care to make sure they do not cause unnecessary harm.
âYOU MUST LEARN TO BITE WHEN NEEDED. WHEN THREATENED. AND TO KNOW WHEN TO FIGHT BACK OR WHEN TO RUN.â
Hell thinks on that phrase.. âIm scared of her.â Well that wouldnt do would it?
âIF YOU ARE SCARED, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO PROTECT YOU?â
(He was in the same spot in Treachery, as per usual. Although, there was something else on her mind this time.)
(..Very rarely did she ever âfeelâ. As in, feeling emotions. She cast that side of her the moment she became the strong being she was today. Well, not strong enough to beat a Power, apparently, but she couldnât bring herself to hate Verchiel over something THAT petty. Besides, he was always fighting at a disadvantage, thanks to the stupid alcohol. Were he not inhibited, the fights would have been a breeze.)
(But that wasnât the point of the fights in the first place, was it? The point was to transform that angel into the tiger she was supposed to be. The tiger he deserved to be. After their last fight, Pepper was pretty sure she wouldnât have to worry much about whether Verchiel was strong enough or not. Though, of course, she could always take drastic measures if need be.)
(Alas, that fight was going to be their last for a while. He took a brief moment to examine his healing wounds. Burns that would probably never fully heal. A limp that was still obvious. No state for a fight. But there were more pressing issues than merely being injured that would stop the fights from being viable, unfortunately.)
(More importantly, there were these âfeelsâ that she would need to sort out. He already had a rough idea of what those âfeelsâ might mean. After all, she felt the same way all those years ago back when he actually felt like making friendsâŠ)
(âŠOkay, enough thinking about feels. He didnât want to remember that.)
(âŠ)
(How long had he been waiting?)
@facets-of-the-father
*Verchiel was in the snow, her sword was in her hands, she was seeing herself on the reflection of the blade, his hands were shaking a bit, yet.. the thoughts going through her mind were.. maybe too much.. she was glad she learned how to hide some of her emotions.. She didn't see Pepper.. she didn't hear any footsteps.. Her wings were green and low flames..*
Doesnât matter, because Iâve been aching to hear how youâve gotten on since our last training session! Won any fights? Bested any idiots? Or have you just been waltzing around the snow, Tiger?
*Her voice was low, she regretted it.. she regretted everything that happened. Her hands gripping the blade, if they were real, she would be already bleeding..*
âŠHoly shit, well done, Tiger! I didnât know you were that eager to fight. And an archangel on top of that?
Soooo, how did the fight go?
(Thereâs genuine excitement in his voice. She really wanted to be able to just⊠have a fun little talk about something she hoped both of them would relate to.)
â..With the archangel? He didn't do anything. I cutted his hands and his throat, I tore his vocal chords and that.. star he had.. With.. Marmelade.. I-.. I burned them, I pierced their wing many times and left so many burns on them..â
*..She looked at the sword with horror, she remembered every detail she could after getting back conscious. She was not excited to talk, she was not having fun.*
Damn⊠Really, thatâs so cool. I havenât been even nearly as brutal as that before. Shit, I need to step up my game before you take my spot! HahaâŠ
(She didnât even recognise any signs of discomfort in Verchiel, because she was too busy being overjoyed at the news she was hearing.)
Oh thank fuck, that means I donât have to worry about giving you this announcement!
See, Tiger, I appreciate our fighting sessions a LOT, but⊠weâre gonna have to cut back on them. Sorry, kid. Too risky. My roommates are getting suspicious. The only reason Iâm here now is because they havenât figured out I kept the crate of alcohol in that one corner of the room, but whenever they do, I am, like, ultra FUCKED, dude. Itâll be spring in here by time I come back to you. Also, uhâŠ
(She points to the leg that got stabbed last time.)
Thatâs a bit of an inconvenience. Hey, donât feel guilty about that. You did EPIC! Youâre epic! Youâre so cool!
Which leads me to my next point.
You said you were gonna be by my side when Heaven falls, right? So, we might as well get to socialise and beâŠ. UhâŠ. Friends? I usually think having friends is dumb, but⊠I kinda like you. Youâre probably the only angel Iâve ever seen whoâs even remotely cool.
So, howâs that sound? We get to talk about everything! And you get to be stronger and stronger and pick fights in your own time. We donât even have to completely give up duelling! We just have to make it more low-key, or wait until the roommates stop getting their panties in a twist about it. You dig it, right? Right?
(She leans over to Verchiel. If she had eyes, theyâd be doing a puppy dog expression right now, but she doesnât, so she just looked⊠a little intimidating.)
(But now she realised something is off about Tiger. His words⊠his demeanour. The vibes were off.)
âŠBut, you donât really care? About fighting, Iâm guessing? You donât want to fight again? Why? Did you get horribly injured? You donât look injured to me.
(Thereâs no undertone of threat or anger. Not yet, at least. Just confusion. Sure, Verchiel might not have loved to fight at first, but why then would she have ended up fighting stupid Marmalade? Or an archangel? She definitely wasnât asked to. Well, he was told to fight Marmalade, but the archangel? That was all her. Surely, at some point, she started to realise just how alive one could be in the wake of violence? She was seeking a thrill, like he always liked to, right?)
(âŠActually, rewinding a couple of minutes to when Verchiel was describing his feats, she seemed apprehensive at best. I mean, yeah, she was a stutterer, but she almost came across like she was⊠scared to talk?)
Hey, youâre not keeping anything from me, are you? Tiger⊠what happened since we last saw each other?
(This time, there was an undertone of⊠something for sure.)
âI-.. I dont want to be like this! I am not him! I-.. fuck-.. Michael left me! Phanuel kicked me and hurt me! I-.. I shouldn't have ran away.. I shouldn't have-.. I-.. I am not a monster, I can still be normal.. I am not what you want me to be. That is not me.â
*She said with a high tone, was she scared or sad..? Maybe angry?.. It was impossible to tell..*
(She breathes in, hoping to cool the fires of anger igniting even just a little bit.)
Youâre not a monster. Tigers eat meat to sustain themselves, not because theyâre evil. Thereâs nothing wrong with picking fights with random people. Although, I gotta admit cutting and ripping out the throat of a random archangel is crazy, but like, theyâre an archangel. Archangels have done worse to strangers.
Michael and Phanuel didnât leave you because you were some kind of evil monster. Phanuel showed you his true colours, and Michael? Michael is a rubbish father at best and actively using you at worst. Because angels are scum, and archangels are even worse. Donât even get me started on the Seraphim people. Ya heard of Samyaza? People will let you get away with horrible crimes if youâre powerful enough. And by people I mean the council, and any archangel in tandem with them - which is pretty much all of them. Because, as I said, angels are scum.
You donât want to be ânormalâ because being ânormalâ in this world means being controlled. I donât want them to control you. I didnât fight tooth and nail to be here, reading about every single worry you had in your life JUST to come back and hear that youâve changed your mind. Like, the hell? I just asked if we could be the ultimate duo and youâre bringing this up?
*sigh* It must be one of those good for nothing angels⊠Iâll find whoâŠ
Tiger⊠I gave you your nickname for a reason. I wanted you to be fierce. Donât throw that away because you want to blend into this fuckass society, mkay?
âYou- You don't get it.. I don't want to fight them.. Yet some part of me forces me to, that part of me is not.. the real me.. I would never hurt anyone because I wanted to! I am an angel, and you are one too, correct? You-.. you can't say that..â
*She growled softly, her hands moving to hug herself, sighing and looking away..*
âWe can still be a duo! Just.. not fight with innocent people.. They didn't do anything. I-.. Don't you dare.â
Some part of you? What, do you have a⊠roommate too? No⊠maybe just an aspect of that you hate so much you claim it isnât you.
Look, face it, Tiger - the âreal youâ is a bullshit concept. Who is the real Verchiel? Who is the real Muriel? Who is the real Council? The real Father? How people view others is based on subjective crap.
The truth is that all parts of you are you. Even the parts you hate. Yes, thereâs a part of you that wants to hurt people. That part is you. The ârealâ you. And so is your soft wannabe pacifist self. Ideally, Iâd like you to completely abandon pacifism and be more willing be to violent, but⊠truth be told, I find the idea of you ripping out the vocal chords of a random angel crazy even for me. Plus, that will surely draw the Councilâs attention to you if you keep being that violent. So, maaaaaybe we need to tone it down a bit. Focus on control or something.
Except I canât help you with that. I donât have a âcontrolâ. My entire existence revolves around resisting control. That being said, you need to become more willing to fight âinnocentâ people, if not only because most angels arenât âinnocent peopleâ in the first place. I mean, we canât be the duo that takes down Heaven if youâre out here trying to defend the people perpetuating the suffering everyone goes through.
âŠI suppose I could teach you how to fight someone without shedding blood. That will have to be later, though.
As for that bit about us being angels⊠ugh, Iâve always hated calling myself an angel. I am an angel solely because of the body I inhabit. If not, I would be literally anything else. A shadow, a demon, a human - something along those lines. I donât really know what I am, only what body Iâm in and what body I want to be in. Like, for example, I want what Hellâs got going on with those crazy-looking forms. Spare some style for me, am I right?
And I gotta admit, I donât see you as an angel either. Well, you have some of the qualities, but youâre different. Maybe when weâre friends weâll eventually shed off all that âangelâ bullshit and be who we want to be. Because as much as you say donât want to be a âmonsterâ, I donât think you want to be the things Heaven assigned you to be either.
(Hearing Verchielâs threat, his stance shifted.)
H-howâd you hear that? I didnât even say that out loudâŠ
(He hesitates. Sure, she could try and fight, but it would be a horrible idea. But she wasnât exactly the best at de-escalating, either. Ugh, angels were as annoying as alwaysâŠ)
âEven if it's the real me, I can't control myself, that is not me, I would use it to fight who I really hate, not.. innocent angels, I would use it to fight The Council, and whoever dares to hurt my loved ones. But not Marmelade, nor that archangel. They didn't do anything.. And you-.. even if you aren't an angel you need to have empathy! You can't go.. killing everything because you want to!â
*She growled, her flames starting to darken, getting up from the floor.*
â..I am not a Power anymore, I will show everyone that I am better, but not because of anything, but because of my powers, because of my strength, I will use it to help them, like the Archangels do!â
Ight! First of all, I never told you to go around killing people. And whilst Iâm not necessarily against it, itâs not viable for you to be that aggressive without a specific target. I said so.
Secondly, neither of the âloved onesâ youâve mentioned are innocent. Iâve already told you that you can never trust archangels because of their ties to the council, but Marmalade? Stupid ass bird with a stupid ass name who bullied others, you included Tiger, and make you feel guilty over something that wasnât even your fault, and made you way too forgiving and dependent on them whilst they literally treated you like shit? What did they even do at that party? I know they did something. I saw an angel with a cracked helmet hastily run away from that wedding. The one where you got kidnapped. God knows what that idiot was plotting.
Anyway, baseline - Marmalade is not and will never be innocent. I donât understand why youâre so keen on that fucker. Are you, like, pfft, in love or something? Lmao!
(She chuckles awkwardly, as if that idea would be utterly absurd.)
Third, I donât need empathy. And Iâm absolutely not giving any to the fuckers who hurt me, or support the ones who hurt me. The day I do that, consider me truly dead.
Finally, you are doing the exact thing I DONâT want you to do! I want you to be strong, yes. I want you to show others that youâre better, yes. But for fuckâs sake, donât copy the Archangels! Theyâre the last people you should be learning from.
You want to use your powers to âhelpâ? You can help by burning Heaven to the ground. That is the only way you can truly help anyone. Anything else is you deluding yourself into thinking youâre helping. Iâve told you - that place is a shithole. It needs to go. There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING, good in Heaven!
(Her anger rises. Why is she so dumb? What part of her isnât getting through?!)
Do you want me to fight you, you dumb piece of shit?
*She stayed in silence, the flames of her wings darkening.. and darkening.. And-*
âYou. Can't. Control. Me. I will do whatever I want, let it be love my little dove, copy the archangels, or spare Heaven. You won't tell me what to do, are you listening me?! Now. FIGHT ME!!â
*A red aura surrounded her as her wings became totally black, she picked her sword and launched herself to the sky, giving Pepper an aerial kick before landing behind her, adopting a defensive position, positioning her sword in front of her, the flames of it now burning bright.*
(Aiming to stop the fight as soon as possible, she turns around and summons a spear, flinging it at Verchielâs head as she tries to fly out of range of another attack)
Is this what you want? Huh? Youâre too good for me, huh?
(âMy little doveâ? Shit, she was JOKING about him liking Marmalade, but there werenât a lot of other people who that could be referring to. Is that how far gone she was?)
*She growled at those words, loosing her mind completely as she kept attacking, she stopped the spear with her sword and launched herself back to the sky again, her wings splitting into six, looking like some kind of seraphim. She approached Pepper of the sky and tried to pierce her stomach, trying to make him feel the most pain possible..*
(He tried to dodge out of the way, but ends up nearly tripping on her bad leg, and not being able to avoid the piercing attack - though luckily, she managed to move out of the way enough to only suffer from a large cut. Rather than take any more chances, she teleported some metres behind Verchiel.)
I didnât teach you any of this! Why are your wings like that?
(Was it⊠that part? No, she was just pissy, wasnât she? Even then, were the wings really intentional?)
(Needing to act fast, he flung a bunch of holy spears. Not focusing on accuracy, just hoping at least a decent amount would hit where it hurt enough.)
The hell is your problem? I was trying to help you! Fuck, you are like the one person I vaguely give a shit about! Why pull all this bullshit now? Were you just lying to me all this time?
*The spears pierced her wings, they didn't seem to injury anything, but then one pierced her torso and sent her back to the ground, some blood poured from her helmet before she growled and launched herself back into the sky, she growled as she heard Pepper's words, that was bullshit, and that only angered her further. She went to Pepper at her maximum speed, putting the sword in front of herself so it would pierce her.*
*As she saw how Pepper was focusing more on talking and dodging, she started to focus more on attacking that defending. She tried to attack one of her shoulders by piercing it..*
(She manages to dodge it, and sends another spear towards Verchielâs wings.)
âŠDonât want to talk, huh?
(She had been contemplating fighting this whole time. He would risk getting serious injuries and being suppressed again, but truth be told, that was going to happen one way or another, wasnât it?)
Okay then, fight me, you fucker!
(She summons a bunch more spears. She has two objectives. First, get Verchiel pinned to the ground and unable to use her wings. Secondly, beat the shit outta him. At least, that approach would sustain him as few injuries as possible whilst still getting to punch. She hated the light weapons, after allâŠ)
*She somehow managed to dodge most of the spears, though one of the did get her to the ground, landing there and waiting for Pepper to land too so they would finally have a land fight, if they were going serious, she would absolutely prefer land than sky.*
*Verchiel didn't got time since she was in an attacking position and the spears pierced her, making her spit some blood, blood pouring from her helmet again as she fell to the ground.*
*She spitted even more blood, shaking and regaining consciousness as her wings became green again, she released the grip on her sword as her body twitched in pain. She tried to scream for Hell or Lucifer, or Bezaliel.. but nothing came from her mouth, only a sob.. it hurt so much..*
(No longer restraining herself, she went ham on her, punching her over and over and over and over and overâŠ.)
Are you happier now? Is Heaven so good that youâd throw everything away? All the help I gave you, my peaceful offer of friendship, because you wonât get over your stupid archangel daddies? Why would you listen to an archangel over me? Me! Was I stupid for thinking there are angels out there I can actually be friends with? Was IâŠ. HahahahahaâŠ
(Her punches were slowing down now. This⊠this was all stupid. A waste of his time. There are no good angels in Heaven. He should know that. How stupid was he? How stupidâŠ)
Somewhere in Fraud, Hells ears perked up, body going stiff. Lucifer, who had been talking about what they will do with the lighting in their newest play, noticed Hells strange behaviour immediately, shutting his mouth and tilting his head.
âLove, whats wr-â
âVERCHIEL IS IN DANGER.â
Lucifer flinched at the malice behind Hells voice. It was shockingly rare to hear from her, considering what he is.
âWait, what?!â Lucifer put the cap of the marker back on, wings puffing out. âWhere is she? Shes not hurt is she?â
Hell didnt respond right away, watching with quiet eyes everything that was happening. They didnt bother shifting its form to something else, staying in the form usually meant for Fraud before teleporting down, but not without saying âTREACHERY. PREPARE MEDICAL SUPPLIES.â
â
A heavy crack in the ice is heard behind Pepper as Hell, with their rapidly shifting colours, appears behind him, easily towering over her. Xe is tall in this form, being at least 8 feet tall with spider legs bringing them even taller than that, with swirling galaxies and stars as if it was made from space itself.
âQUIT YOUR OTIOSE BELLIGERENT.â Hell was no doubtably angry, the overlaying voices shouting and crying for this to end.
(Whatever. She lands one more punch before finally standing up, taking a deep breath in. God, she loved beating people up sometimes.)
(âŠA part of her pitied the mess he put Verchiel in. I mean, she didnât come here to fight. She actually wanted to be nice for once. But sometimes, nice is not what people want. Maybe he ought to do some first aid before he leaves-)
(Suddenly, there was a crack in the ice. Huh?)
(âQUIT YOUR OTIOSE BELLIGERENT.â What the hell did those words even mean?)
Hey, who in the Shakespeare do you-
(It doesnât take more than 2 seconds for Pepper to immediately figure out who this is, as the tall figure looms over him.)
H-holy shit! Hell! I donât think weâve ever gotten to speak face-to-face!
Aw, you think Iâm like humanity? Thatâs maybe the best thing Iâve ever heard today! I try real hard to unleash my cruelty to those who hurt me. Iâm sure you understand. I mean, youâre literally Hell, haha.
(He doesnât even seem to acknowledge the ribbons around her legs.)
Uh, I would debate that last part, though. I didnât come here to fight. In fact, I made it very clear that fighting was a bad idea, but TIGER over here decided that some other shit stain of an angel is better than me, and then refused to do anything other than fight when I tried speaking. What else could I do besides hit her in the face? And, stab her with holy spearsâŠ
âŠHey, those cuts will heal, right? Right?
(Strange. Was she⊠regretting a fight? Thatâs new.)
*Verchiel was currently choking on her own blood, choking sounds leaving her as she writhed wildly, clawing at the ground, at herself, at anything she could. She tried coughing, but her coughs were very aggresive. Sobs and choking sounds were the only thing she could do in that moment.*
âDO NOT THINK I WISH TO COMPLIMENT OR BEFRIEND YOU.â Hell speaks, eyes flicking over to Verchiel and finally taking in the full state hes in.
They really would have to train her.. it made a mental note to bring the idea up later.
âYOU HURT OTHERS YET DO NOT CONSIDER THE CONSEQUENCES. SHED BLOOD YET DONT REALIZE THE CUTS THAT MUST BE MADE TO DO SO. PATHETIC. NOTHING BUT POWER HUNGRY FOR PAIN AND TORMENT. AT LEAST I AM HONEST IN MY ART.â
âYOU MAY DEFEND YOURSELF, BUT YOU HAVE HURT MY DAUGHTER TO THE POINT OF COUGHING BLOOD. DO YOU TRULY BELIEVE I WOULD HAVE MERCY UPON YOU?â
Hell backed up, legs clicking against the ice, before using the ribbons around Peppers legs to drag them away, thankfully only a few feet away from Verchiel.
Look, the angels up there deserve my violence! Theyâre pieces of shit! Your daughter isâŠ
Wait a fucking minute. Your DAUGHTER?
(AâŠahaha⊠So, even Hell itself, whom up until this point Pepper had held in high esteem as the strongest opponent against the Father and all he stood for⊠cared for this one?)
(And Verchiel called for âmamaââŠ)
IâŠwhatâŠhow⊠HELLâŠ. gets on better with Tiger than⊠me? No. IâŠ
âŠWhy? What does everyone else have that I donât? An angel who likes HELL more than me but refuses to destroy Heaven? Wants to save Heaven? That doesnât make-
âŠWhy do I even care? I never care! Thatâs my whole reason. I exist to spite. To anger. To frustrate the people who thought Iâd be better off gone! Iâm not supposed to care! I just do things for my own entertainment.
Yeahhh, thatâs why! Iâm not supposed to care about others! Thatâs why this was such a mess! But⊠that doesnât explainâŠ
(She continues her confused rambling. About Verchiel, Michael, Phanuel, Lucifer, Marmalade⊠everyone she knows who has been in contact with Verchiel. Something doesnât add up in her mind and she canât figure out what.)
(Then, mid-ramble, she stops. It dawns on her - Hell itself, angry that heâs hurt someone it cares about, is dragging her away to do Hell knows what - literally.)
Wait wait wait- Youâre not gonna do shit to me because your stray basically begged to fight me, are you? I mean, thatâs not really fair. I-I can do some kinda first aid. I mean, I was thinking about it before you interrupted meâŠ
(ââŠIdiot. Liar. Betrayer. The Beast is correct. Accept your punishment, NOWNOWNOW.â)
Oh, shut up, you hunk of flesh.
(She didnât bother use her inside voice. Too much was going on inside of there.)
*Verchiel was still struggling to breathe, choking and clawing at the air, floor, herself.. she couldn't breathe, and she started writhing even more, shaking heavily and clawing at her throat, tears falling from her eyes, she couldn't end like this.*
Lucifers voice pierced through the chaos, medkit in hand as he ran towards his son. His wings were puffed up, raised as he slid across the ice on his knees besides Verchy. He barely even reacted as harsh bumps in the ice cut up his knees, he only cared for his daughter.
âOh no. Oh nononononon.. y-youâre okay Verchiel.. youâre gonna be okay.â Lucifer carefully sat Verchiel up, patting her back gently to help cough up the blood rather than having it go down his throat.
âCough it up sweetheart, itâll hurt but itâll help.â The fallen angels voice is calming, almost like a soft lullaby as he speaks. With his other set of arms, he lifts Verchies helmet above her mouth but not off entirely.
âI MAY HATE THE FATHER BUT I DO NOT HATE THE ANGELS. IN THE SAME WAY MANY HATE THEIR GOVERNMENT BUT NOT THE PEOPLE. THE KING BUT NOT THE COUNTRY. YOU ARE TRULY MISINFORMED ON ME.â Hell speaks, stopping its dragging once Pepper is a few feet away from Verchiel. Its spider legs kept him trapped under xem, it could deal with Pepper later, for now Verchiel didnt need all this chaos.
âGOD STOOD FOR WANTING POWER IN ANY WAY HE COULD ACHIEVE IT, EVEN IF IT MEANT CASTING OUT HIS MOST PRECIOUS ANGEL. EVEN IF IT MEANT TORTURING THE BEING HE CREATED FOR VIOLENCE AND DESTRUCTION BECAUSE IT WAS NOT DOING IT RIGHT. HE STOOD FOR INFINITE PUNISHMENT FOR FINITE CRIMES, ABUSING HIS CREATIONS, NOT STEPPING IN WHEN HE EASILY COULD. I DO NOT STAND FOR ANY OF THAT. WHAT YOU THINK I STAND FOR IS QUITE THE OPPOSITE, YOU STAND WITH GOD.â
Then weâre misinformed on each other, it seems. Iâm not looking for power. If I wanted power, I wouldnât waste my time wrecking havoc in Heaven, Iâd just be a teacherâs pet and a horrible snitch to the Council. Iâm sure theyâre itching for more executions.
I want vengeance. I stand for vengeance and fury, because Heaven doesnât want that. They want you to be compliant and quiet. Besides, the people who wield power in Heaven are dickheads. The same dickheads who pushed me towards vengeance in the first place. Whyâd I wanna be like them?
And I sure as hell am NOT on the Fatherâs side. That guy tried to kill me for all my unruliness. Thatâs why I do what I do. I have to become everything Heaven didnât want me to become. Thatâs the only way.
(âThe only way I can be free.â She muttered in her head, but refused to say out loud. Freedom - a concept she had longed for yearsâŠ.)
âŠFor the record, I donât normally go around stabbing people. Today was just⊠an odd day.
Hey, but âŠwhy donât you hate angels more, though? All the angels up there talk shit about you. Why wouldnât you hate them?
*Verchiel was finally able to vomit all the blood on her throat, it was.. a lot. She was still shaking but she quickly went to hug Lucifer, sobbing as she tried to hide, she was bleeding a lot, the holy spears hurt more than expected.*
âJUST BECAUSE ONES GOVERNMENT IS CORRUPT DOES NOT MEAN THE ENTIRE SOCIETY IS.â Hell points out, voice slowly growing more collected as they almost reach a flow state of arguing and debating.
âAND JUST BECAUSE YOU DONT EMBODY HIS VALUES DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE NOT JUST LIKE HIM, ANGEL.â They speak again, occasionally glancing up at Lucifer and Verchiel.
âMANY ANGELS ARE KIND. MANY APPRECIATE ART AND VIOLENCE IN COMFORTABLE WAYS. MANY DONT REALIZE IM TRULY ALIVE. I CANNOT BLAME THEM FOR THAT VIEW OF ME.â They explain, eyes locked onto Lucifer as he hugs Verchiel with one set of arms, the others slowly beginning to clean the blood from the wounds across her body with some paper towel.
âGOD HAS MADE THEM BELIEVE I AM WHAT I AM NOT. THAT I SIMPLY WISH FOR VIOLENCE AND NOT TRUE ART AND BEAUTY THAT COMES WITH BLOOD SHED. HE CONVINCED EVERYONE THAT LUCIFER WAS A REBEL. AN ANGEL WHO WANTED TO DESTROY HEAVEN. TAKE IT AS HIS OWN AND DECLARE HIMSELF KING DESPITE HIM BEING THE KINDEST AMONST THE ANGELS.â
âI DO NOT BLAME THE ANGELS. I BLAME GOD FOR THIS BRAINWASHING. THE ANGELS ARE SIMPLY VICTIMS OF THIS CYCLE.â
Lucifers wings drooped at the mention of what God and the council made him out to be, but he knew Hell was making a point and didnt bother to interrupt. Plus, Verchiel needed him more.
âI know Verchiel.. everything is gonna be okay though, alright? It will only hurt for a little while, not forever. Ill make sure of it.â Lucifer placed a gentle kiss to Verchiels helmets head, letting her go and opening the medkit. Using the alcohol wipes he began to clean the wounds properly this time, holding her hand throughout.
They are NOT victims! The Council are not victims. Yezalel was not a victim. They didnâtâŠ
(Memories of a child seeking a cure. Of being scolded for asking the wrong questions. Of being weak. Quiet. Of barely even existing. Times that she hated. She hated it so much. Too much. It filled her with rage.)
I AM NOT LIKE THEM. I am better! I am no angel. I am what they should fear. They should regret ever doing those things. Saying those things. They will never hurt me ever again. I wonât let⊠I wonât-
Grrrrr, GET OFF ME!
(She starts clawing at the spider legs whilst growling. She refuses to listen to any more. There are only enemies here and heâs outmatched. He has to retreat and come back with another plan.)
*Verchiel yelped at the contact with the alcohol, yet she stayed still, she had learned long ago how to stay still when she was being hurt, it seemed like it was useful after all.. She didn't listen to Pepper and Hell, she couldn't, she would cry even more.. the screams, the yells.. It was too much for her. She brought her hands to her helmet and took it off slowly, so she was able to cover her ears with her hands, or whatever was left of them. She was still sobbing, tears streaming down the fur of her face..*
âYOU ARE NOT LEAVINGâ Hell wasnt entirely sure why he hated the idea of Pepper just⊠leaving. Something about the thought made her defensive. Some distant part of xemself was screaming to not let Pepper leave just let, so instead of letting him go, it used their ribbons to tie her up further.
âMAYBE YOU WILL NOT LISTEN TO ME, I WILL ACCEPT THAT. THOUGH MAYBE LUCIFER WILL BE ABLE TO REASON WITH YOU. YOU BOTH HAVE SIMILARITIES.â Hell stands fully, walking over to where Lucifer and Verchiel sit.
âI CAN TAKE HER HOME. SPEAK WITH THE ANGEL.â
Lucifer looked at his lover with worry.
âAre you sure? We both know you arent the best with first aid-â
âI PHYSICALLY REARRANGES YOUR ORGANS MULTIPLE TIMES AND YOU ARE STILL ALIVE.â
ââŠfair enough.â
Looking over at Pepper, Lucifer felt worry shift into anger, wings raising and puffing out defensively. He didnt speak yet, he only waited for Hell to teleport away before beginning to walk towards Pepper.
(Feeling the ribbons tighter, she only spirals further out of control. No, she canât. She couldnâtâŠ)
(âŠA fade to black, and then he woke up, tied up, on ice. There seem to be new cuts on his body, his head hurts way too much, and he thinks he sees someone approaching.)
âŠIâŠis this some sick joke?
(OrâŠ. Did some bullshit happen again? Bullshit heâd have to profusely apologise for, surely.)
(Fuck, why couldnât he rid himself of this horrid condition?)
H-hey, look, Iâm sorry! I donât want any trouble! I justâŠ. I wanna go home. I shouldnât be hereâŠ
*Verchiel stood up as fast as she could and hugged Hell, tears still falling from her eyes, her eyes were identical to Hell's, it's like as if she was always meant to be Hell's little lamb, xer daughter. She had a big scar on the muzzle, a bite mark, it was clear who did it, Graphiel.*
Lucifer sighed, shaking his head and walking over with the first aid kit in hand. He found it strange that the other was now acting like nothing had happened, but maybe if he treats the angel with kindness Lucifer might be able to get more information out of him.
âListen,â Lucifer started, sitting down beside the other on his knees. âYou hurt my daughter. I dont know what she did to you, which is why Im giving you a chance to explain before my partner decides to not give you a chance at all.â The fallen angel speaks, voice serious but with a much softer edge to it than expected.
âPlease, angel to angel, talk to me. I promise I wont hurt you as long as you have a good reason behind what you did.â
â
Hell shakes their head, signing âD O N T. B E. S O R R Y. . . Y O U. D E F E N D E D. Y O U R S E L F. A N D. T H E Y. H U R T. Y O U. M O R E. T H A N. T H E Y. S H O U L D. H A V E.â As she leads Verchiel to the couch to sit.
Hell spawns a first aid kit from seemingly nowhere (distantly, a first aid kit goes missing from lust) and some paper towels from the kitchen that Lucifer hadnt already taken. Xe wets the paper towel with some alcohol and begins to clean the wounds with surprisingly gentle hands.
âTELL ME WHAT HAPPENED LITTLE LAMB. WHENEVER YOU ARE READY TO SPEAK. I WILL NOT FORCE YOU NOR GET MAD AT YOU NO MATTER WHAT.â
âŠOf course I did. This happened before. I⊠I thought I prevented that from happeningâŠ
Now that I think about it, I kind of reek of alcohol. Did⊠There must be something in my room that I havenât found yetâŠ
Ah, sorry, you asked me a question. Iâm afraid I canât really tell you the answer. I think I just⊠have some kind of illness⊠that makes me some kind of monsterâŠ
Iâm⊠Iâm still looking for a cure. Iâll⊠get better. Iâm causing all of you so much trouble when you probably have other things to deal with. If your partner wants to punish me, thatâs fine. I probably deserve it. I just ask that the punishment doesnât alter my body too much⊠Cuts and burns are fineâŠ
WâŠwhat am I even saying? To a complete stranger? S-sorry, Iâm just tired andâŠ
(Glancing up at Lucifer, he tries to identify him.)
H-hold on, you said youâre Verchielâs father? But, youâre not Michael. Do you⊠were you at that wedding? Were you at the meeting where we were planning what to do to save Verchiel?
*After a while, Verchiel was ready to talk, and so she did.*
â..Mama.. im so sorry.. I kind of started this, Pepper was asking me to stop training and be friends, but I told her I didn't.. want to hurt anyone again, and she was upset about it.. I didn't let him talk, I just.. fought, and I guess I dug my grave.. Im.. so sorry..â
Lucifer tilted his head, confused. An illness that makes you forget and lash out? What could-
Oh, he thinks he gets it.
Finally being an angel of the mind is coming in handy..
âUhm, yes I was.â Lucifer answers, saving his thoughts in the back of his mind. âShes had some.. issues with Michael recently, so me and my partner have taken becoming his adoptive parents.â Lucifer explains, wings slowly coming down from their puffed out state.
âAnd, with this illness. If its mental I may be able to help you figure it out, if thats okay?â Lucifer asks, thinking back on his memory of disorders with amnesia as a symptom.
â
âNO ONE IS ENTITLED TO YOUR FRIENDSHIP OR KINDNESS.â Hell speaks, gently beginning to bandage up the larger wounds.
âTHOUGH YOU SHOULD NOT BE APOLOGIZING TO ME. IF YOU ARE TRULY SORRY, APOLOGIZE TO PEPPER ONCE THE TIME IS CORRECT.â Hell points out, voice gentle despite its nature. He wraps the bandages tight, but not enough to cut off any blood or hurt. âI DO NOT BLAME YOU FOR ACTING OUT, IT IS SIMPLY APART OF YOUR NATURE. AND PEPPER SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN INJURING YOU AS HARSH AS SHE DID. THAT WAS ENTIRELY UNDESERVED.â
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(He was in the same spot in Treachery, as per usual. Although, there was something else on her mind this time.)
(..Very rarely did she ever âfeelâ. As in, feeling emotions. She cast that side of her the moment she became the strong being she was today. Well, not strong enough to beat a Power, apparently, but she couldnât bring herself to hate Verchiel over something THAT petty. Besides, he was always fighting at a disadvantage, thanks to the stupid alcohol. Were he not inhibited, the fights would have been a breeze.)
(But that wasnât the point of the fights in the first place, was it? The point was to transform that angel into the tiger she was supposed to be. The tiger he deserved to be. After their last fight, Pepper was pretty sure she wouldnât have to worry much about whether Verchiel was strong enough or not. Though, of course, she could always take drastic measures if need be.)
(Alas, that fight was going to be their last for a while. He took a brief moment to examine his healing wounds. Burns that would probably never fully heal. A limp that was still obvious. No state for a fight. But there were more pressing issues than merely being injured that would stop the fights from being viable, unfortunately.)
(More importantly, there were these âfeelsâ that she would need to sort out. He already had a rough idea of what those âfeelsâ might mean. After all, she felt the same way all those years ago back when he actually felt like making friendsâŠ)
(âŠOkay, enough thinking about feels. He didnât want to remember that.)
(âŠ)
(How long had he been waiting?)
@facets-of-the-father
*Verchiel was in the snow, her sword was in her hands, she was seeing herself on the reflection of the blade, his hands were shaking a bit, yet.. the thoughts going through her mind were.. maybe too much.. she was glad she learned how to hide some of her emotions.. She didn't see Pepper.. she didn't hear any footsteps.. Her wings were green and low flames..*
Doesnât matter, because Iâve been aching to hear how youâve gotten on since our last training session! Won any fights? Bested any idiots? Or have you just been waltzing around the snow, Tiger?
*Her voice was low, she regretted it.. she regretted everything that happened. Her hands gripping the blade, if they were real, she would be already bleeding..*
âŠHoly shit, well done, Tiger! I didnât know you were that eager to fight. And an archangel on top of that?
Soooo, how did the fight go?
(Thereâs genuine excitement in his voice. She really wanted to be able to just⊠have a fun little talk about something she hoped both of them would relate to.)
â..With the archangel? He didn't do anything. I cutted his hands and his throat, I tore his vocal chords and that.. star he had.. With.. Marmelade.. I-.. I burned them, I pierced their wing many times and left so many burns on them..â
*..She looked at the sword with horror, she remembered every detail she could after getting back conscious. She was not excited to talk, she was not having fun.*
Damn⊠Really, thatâs so cool. I havenât been even nearly as brutal as that before. Shit, I need to step up my game before you take my spot! HahaâŠ
(She didnât even recognise any signs of discomfort in Verchiel, because she was too busy being overjoyed at the news she was hearing.)
Oh thank fuck, that means I donât have to worry about giving you this announcement!
See, Tiger, I appreciate our fighting sessions a LOT, but⊠weâre gonna have to cut back on them. Sorry, kid. Too risky. My roommates are getting suspicious. The only reason Iâm here now is because they havenât figured out I kept the crate of alcohol in that one corner of the room, but whenever they do, I am, like, ultra FUCKED, dude. Itâll be spring in here by time I come back to you. Also, uhâŠ
(She points to the leg that got stabbed last time.)
Thatâs a bit of an inconvenience. Hey, donât feel guilty about that. You did EPIC! Youâre epic! Youâre so cool!
Which leads me to my next point.
You said you were gonna be by my side when Heaven falls, right? So, we might as well get to socialise and beâŠ. UhâŠ. Friends? I usually think having friends is dumb, but⊠I kinda like you. Youâre probably the only angel Iâve ever seen whoâs even remotely cool.
So, howâs that sound? We get to talk about everything! And you get to be stronger and stronger and pick fights in your own time. We donât even have to completely give up duelling! We just have to make it more low-key, or wait until the roommates stop getting their panties in a twist about it. You dig it, right? Right?
(She leans over to Verchiel. If she had eyes, theyâd be doing a puppy dog expression right now, but she doesnât, so she just looked⊠a little intimidating.)
(But now she realised something is off about Tiger. His words⊠his demeanour. The vibes were off.)
âŠBut, you donât really care? About fighting, Iâm guessing? You donât want to fight again? Why? Did you get horribly injured? You donât look injured to me.
(Thereâs no undertone of threat or anger. Not yet, at least. Just confusion. Sure, Verchiel might not have loved to fight at first, but why then would she have ended up fighting stupid Marmalade? Or an archangel? She definitely wasnât asked to. Well, he was told to fight Marmalade, but the archangel? That was all her. Surely, at some point, she started to realise just how alive one could be in the wake of violence? She was seeking a thrill, like he always liked to, right?)
(âŠActually, rewinding a couple of minutes to when Verchiel was describing his feats, she seemed apprehensive at best. I mean, yeah, she was a stutterer, but she almost came across like she was⊠scared to talk?)
Hey, youâre not keeping anything from me, are you? Tiger⊠what happened since we last saw each other?
(This time, there was an undertone of⊠something for sure.)
âI-.. I dont want to be like this! I am not him! I-.. fuck-.. Michael left me! Phanuel kicked me and hurt me! I-.. I shouldn't have ran away.. I shouldn't have-.. I-.. I am not a monster, I can still be normal.. I am not what you want me to be. That is not me.â
*She said with a high tone, was she scared or sad..? Maybe angry?.. It was impossible to tell..*
(She breathes in, hoping to cool the fires of anger igniting even just a little bit.)
Youâre not a monster. Tigers eat meat to sustain themselves, not because theyâre evil. Thereâs nothing wrong with picking fights with random people. Although, I gotta admit cutting and ripping out the throat of a random archangel is crazy, but like, theyâre an archangel. Archangels have done worse to strangers.
Michael and Phanuel didnât leave you because you were some kind of evil monster. Phanuel showed you his true colours, and Michael? Michael is a rubbish father at best and actively using you at worst. Because angels are scum, and archangels are even worse. Donât even get me started on the Seraphim people. Ya heard of Samyaza? People will let you get away with horrible crimes if youâre powerful enough. And by people I mean the council, and any archangel in tandem with them - which is pretty much all of them. Because, as I said, angels are scum.
You donât want to be ânormalâ because being ânormalâ in this world means being controlled. I donât want them to control you. I didnât fight tooth and nail to be here, reading about every single worry you had in your life JUST to come back and hear that youâve changed your mind. Like, the hell? I just asked if we could be the ultimate duo and youâre bringing this up?
*sigh* It must be one of those good for nothing angels⊠Iâll find whoâŠ
Tiger⊠I gave you your nickname for a reason. I wanted you to be fierce. Donât throw that away because you want to blend into this fuckass society, mkay?
âYou- You don't get it.. I don't want to fight them.. Yet some part of me forces me to, that part of me is not.. the real me.. I would never hurt anyone because I wanted to! I am an angel, and you are one too, correct? You-.. you can't say that..â
*She growled softly, her hands moving to hug herself, sighing and looking away..*
âWe can still be a duo! Just.. not fight with innocent people.. They didn't do anything. I-.. Don't you dare.â
Some part of you? What, do you have a⊠roommate too? No⊠maybe just an aspect of that you hate so much you claim it isnât you.
Look, face it, Tiger - the âreal youâ is a bullshit concept. Who is the real Verchiel? Who is the real Muriel? Who is the real Council? The real Father? How people view others is based on subjective crap.
The truth is that all parts of you are you. Even the parts you hate. Yes, thereâs a part of you that wants to hurt people. That part is you. The ârealâ you. And so is your soft wannabe pacifist self. Ideally, Iâd like you to completely abandon pacifism and be more willing be to violent, but⊠truth be told, I find the idea of you ripping out the vocal chords of a random angel crazy even for me. Plus, that will surely draw the Councilâs attention to you if you keep being that violent. So, maaaaaybe we need to tone it down a bit. Focus on control or something.
Except I canât help you with that. I donât have a âcontrolâ. My entire existence revolves around resisting control. That being said, you need to become more willing to fight âinnocentâ people, if not only because most angels arenât âinnocent peopleâ in the first place. I mean, we canât be the duo that takes down Heaven if youâre out here trying to defend the people perpetuating the suffering everyone goes through.
âŠI suppose I could teach you how to fight someone without shedding blood. That will have to be later, though.
As for that bit about us being angels⊠ugh, Iâve always hated calling myself an angel. I am an angel solely because of the body I inhabit. If not, I would be literally anything else. A shadow, a demon, a human - something along those lines. I donât really know what I am, only what body Iâm in and what body I want to be in. Like, for example, I want what Hellâs got going on with those crazy-looking forms. Spare some style for me, am I right?
And I gotta admit, I donât see you as an angel either. Well, you have some of the qualities, but youâre different. Maybe when weâre friends weâll eventually shed off all that âangelâ bullshit and be who we want to be. Because as much as you say donât want to be a âmonsterâ, I donât think you want to be the things Heaven assigned you to be either.
(Hearing Verchielâs threat, his stance shifted.)
H-howâd you hear that? I didnât even say that out loudâŠ
(He hesitates. Sure, she could try and fight, but it would be a horrible idea. But she wasnât exactly the best at de-escalating, either. Ugh, angels were as annoying as alwaysâŠ)
âEven if it's the real me, I can't control myself, that is not me, I would use it to fight who I really hate, not.. innocent angels, I would use it to fight The Council, and whoever dares to hurt my loved ones. But not Marmelade, nor that archangel. They didn't do anything.. And you-.. even if you aren't an angel you need to have empathy! You can't go.. killing everything because you want to!â
*She growled, her flames starting to darken, getting up from the floor.*
â..I am not a Power anymore, I will show everyone that I am better, but not because of anything, but because of my powers, because of my strength, I will use it to help them, like the Archangels do!â
Ight! First of all, I never told you to go around killing people. And whilst Iâm not necessarily against it, itâs not viable for you to be that aggressive without a specific target. I said so.
Secondly, neither of the âloved onesâ youâve mentioned are innocent. Iâve already told you that you can never trust archangels because of their ties to the council, but Marmalade? Stupid ass bird with a stupid ass name who bullied others, you included Tiger, and make you feel guilty over something that wasnât even your fault, and made you way too forgiving and dependent on them whilst they literally treated you like shit? What did they even do at that party? I know they did something. I saw an angel with a cracked helmet hastily run away from that wedding. The one where you got kidnapped. God knows what that idiot was plotting.
Anyway, baseline - Marmalade is not and will never be innocent. I donât understand why youâre so keen on that fucker. Are you, like, pfft, in love or something? Lmao!
(She chuckles awkwardly, as if that idea would be utterly absurd.)
Third, I donât need empathy. And Iâm absolutely not giving any to the fuckers who hurt me, or support the ones who hurt me. The day I do that, consider me truly dead.
Finally, you are doing the exact thing I DONâT want you to do! I want you to be strong, yes. I want you to show others that youâre better, yes. But for fuckâs sake, donât copy the Archangels! Theyâre the last people you should be learning from.
You want to use your powers to âhelpâ? You can help by burning Heaven to the ground. That is the only way you can truly help anyone. Anything else is you deluding yourself into thinking youâre helping. Iâve told you - that place is a shithole. It needs to go. There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING, good in Heaven!
(Her anger rises. Why is she so dumb? What part of her isnât getting through?!)
Do you want me to fight you, you dumb piece of shit?
*She stayed in silence, the flames of her wings darkening.. and darkening.. And-*
âYou. Can't. Control. Me. I will do whatever I want, let it be love my little dove, copy the archangels, or spare Heaven. You won't tell me what to do, are you listening me?! Now. FIGHT ME!!â
*A red aura surrounded her as her wings became totally black, she picked her sword and launched herself to the sky, giving Pepper an aerial kick before landing behind her, adopting a defensive position, positioning her sword in front of her, the flames of it now burning bright.*
(Aiming to stop the fight as soon as possible, she turns around and summons a spear, flinging it at Verchielâs head as she tries to fly out of range of another attack)
Is this what you want? Huh? Youâre too good for me, huh?
(âMy little doveâ? Shit, she was JOKING about him liking Marmalade, but there werenât a lot of other people who that could be referring to. Is that how far gone she was?)
*She growled at those words, loosing her mind completely as she kept attacking, she stopped the spear with her sword and launched herself back to the sky again, her wings splitting into six, looking like some kind of seraphim. She approached Pepper of the sky and tried to pierce her stomach, trying to make him feel the most pain possible..*
(He tried to dodge out of the way, but ends up nearly tripping on her bad leg, and not being able to avoid the piercing attack - though luckily, she managed to move out of the way enough to only suffer from a large cut. Rather than take any more chances, she teleported some metres behind Verchiel.)
I didnât teach you any of this! Why are your wings like that?
(Was it⊠that part? No, she was just pissy, wasnât she? Even then, were the wings really intentional?)
(Needing to act fast, he flung a bunch of holy spears. Not focusing on accuracy, just hoping at least a decent amount would hit where it hurt enough.)
The hell is your problem? I was trying to help you! Fuck, you are like the one person I vaguely give a shit about! Why pull all this bullshit now? Were you just lying to me all this time?
*The spears pierced her wings, they didn't seem to injury anything, but then one pierced her torso and sent her back to the ground, some blood poured from her helmet before she growled and launched herself back into the sky, she growled as she heard Pepper's words, that was bullshit, and that only angered her further. She went to Pepper at her maximum speed, putting the sword in front of herself so it would pierce her.*
*As she saw how Pepper was focusing more on talking and dodging, she started to focus more on attacking that defending. She tried to attack one of her shoulders by piercing it..*
(She manages to dodge it, and sends another spear towards Verchielâs wings.)
âŠDonât want to talk, huh?
(She had been contemplating fighting this whole time. He would risk getting serious injuries and being suppressed again, but truth be told, that was going to happen one way or another, wasnât it?)
Okay then, fight me, you fucker!
(She summons a bunch more spears. She has two objectives. First, get Verchiel pinned to the ground and unable to use her wings. Secondly, beat the shit outta him. At least, that approach would sustain him as few injuries as possible whilst still getting to punch. She hated the light weapons, after allâŠ)
*She somehow managed to dodge most of the spears, though one of the did get her to the ground, landing there and waiting for Pepper to land too so they would finally have a land fight, if they were going serious, she would absolutely prefer land than sky.*
*Verchiel didn't got time since she was in an attacking position and the spears pierced her, making her spit some blood, blood pouring from her helmet again as she fell to the ground.*
*She spitted even more blood, shaking and regaining consciousness as her wings became green again, she released the grip on her sword as her body twitched in pain. She tried to scream for Hell or Lucifer, or Bezaliel.. but nothing came from her mouth, only a sob.. it hurt so much..*
(No longer restraining herself, she went ham on her, punching her over and over and over and over and overâŠ.)
Are you happier now? Is Heaven so good that youâd throw everything away? All the help I gave you, my peaceful offer of friendship, because you wonât get over your stupid archangel daddies? Why would you listen to an archangel over me? Me! Was I stupid for thinking there are angels out there I can actually be friends with? Was IâŠ. HahahahahaâŠ
(Her punches were slowing down now. This⊠this was all stupid. A waste of his time. There are no good angels in Heaven. He should know that. How stupid was he? How stupidâŠ)
Somewhere in Fraud, Hells ears perked up, body going stiff. Lucifer, who had been talking about what they will do with the lighting in their newest play, noticed Hells strange behaviour immediately, shutting his mouth and tilting his head.
âLove, whats wr-â
âVERCHIEL IS IN DANGER.â
Lucifer flinched at the malice behind Hells voice. It was shockingly rare to hear from her, considering what he is.
âWait, what?!â Lucifer put the cap of the marker back on, wings puffing out. âWhere is she? Shes not hurt is she?â
Hell didnt respond right away, watching with quiet eyes everything that was happening. They didnt bother shifting its form to something else, staying in the form usually meant for Fraud before teleporting down, but not without saying âTREACHERY. PREPARE MEDICAL SUPPLIES.â
â
A heavy crack in the ice is heard behind Pepper as Hell, with their rapidly shifting colours, appears behind him, easily towering over her. Xe is tall in this form, being at least 8 feet tall with spider legs bringing them even taller than that, with swirling galaxies and stars as if it was made from space itself.
âQUIT YOUR OTIOSE BELLIGERENT.â Hell was no doubtably angry, the overlaying voices shouting and crying for this to end.
(Whatever. She lands one more punch before finally standing up, taking a deep breath in. God, she loved beating people up sometimes.)
(âŠA part of her pitied the mess he put Verchiel in. I mean, she didnât come here to fight. She actually wanted to be nice for once. But sometimes, nice is not what people want. Maybe he ought to do some first aid before he leaves-)
(Suddenly, there was a crack in the ice. Huh?)
(âQUIT YOUR OTIOSE BELLIGERENT.â What the hell did those words even mean?)
Hey, who in the Shakespeare do you-
(It doesnât take more than 2 seconds for Pepper to immediately figure out who this is, as the tall figure looms over him.)
H-holy shit! Hell! I donât think weâve ever gotten to speak face-to-face!
Aw, you think Iâm like humanity? Thatâs maybe the best thing Iâve ever heard today! I try real hard to unleash my cruelty to those who hurt me. Iâm sure you understand. I mean, youâre literally Hell, haha.
(He doesnât even seem to acknowledge the ribbons around her legs.)
Uh, I would debate that last part, though. I didnât come here to fight. In fact, I made it very clear that fighting was a bad idea, but TIGER over here decided that some other shit stain of an angel is better than me, and then refused to do anything other than fight when I tried speaking. What else could I do besides hit her in the face? And, stab her with holy spearsâŠ
âŠHey, those cuts will heal, right? Right?
(Strange. Was she⊠regretting a fight? Thatâs new.)
*Verchiel was currently choking on her own blood, choking sounds leaving her as she writhed wildly, clawing at the ground, at herself, at anything she could. She tried coughing, but her coughs were very aggresive. Sobs and choking sounds were the only thing she could do in that moment.*
âDO NOT THINK I WISH TO COMPLIMENT OR BEFRIEND YOU.â Hell speaks, eyes flicking over to Verchiel and finally taking in the full state hes in.
They really would have to train her.. it made a mental note to bring the idea up later.
âYOU HURT OTHERS YET DO NOT CONSIDER THE CONSEQUENCES. SHED BLOOD YET DONT REALIZE THE CUTS THAT MUST BE MADE TO DO SO. PATHETIC. NOTHING BUT POWER HUNGRY FOR PAIN AND TORMENT. AT LEAST I AM HONEST IN MY ART.â
âYOU MAY DEFEND YOURSELF, BUT YOU HAVE HURT MY DAUGHTER TO THE POINT OF COUGHING BLOOD. DO YOU TRULY BELIEVE I WOULD HAVE MERCY UPON YOU?â
Hell backed up, legs clicking against the ice, before using the ribbons around Peppers legs to drag them away, thankfully only a few feet away from Verchiel.
Look, the angels up there deserve my violence! Theyâre pieces of shit! Your daughter isâŠ
Wait a fucking minute. Your DAUGHTER?
(AâŠahaha⊠So, even Hell itself, whom up until this point Pepper had held in high esteem as the strongest opponent against the Father and all he stood for⊠cared for this one?)
(And Verchiel called for âmamaââŠ)
IâŠwhatâŠhow⊠HELLâŠ. gets on better with Tiger than⊠me? No. IâŠ
âŠWhy? What does everyone else have that I donât? An angel who likes HELL more than me but refuses to destroy Heaven? Wants to save Heaven? That doesnât make-
âŠWhy do I even care? I never care! Thatâs my whole reason. I exist to spite. To anger. To frustrate the people who thought Iâd be better off gone! Iâm not supposed to care! I just do things for my own entertainment.
Yeahhh, thatâs why! Iâm not supposed to care about others! Thatâs why this was such a mess! But⊠that doesnât explainâŠ
(She continues her confused rambling. About Verchiel, Michael, Phanuel, Lucifer, Marmalade⊠everyone she knows who has been in contact with Verchiel. Something doesnât add up in her mind and she canât figure out what.)
(Then, mid-ramble, she stops. It dawns on her - Hell itself, angry that heâs hurt someone it cares about, is dragging her away to do Hell knows what - literally.)
Wait wait wait- Youâre not gonna do shit to me because your stray basically begged to fight me, are you? I mean, thatâs not really fair. I-I can do some kinda first aid. I mean, I was thinking about it before you interrupted meâŠ
(ââŠIdiot. Liar. Betrayer. The Beast is correct. Accept your punishment, NOWNOWNOW.â)
Oh, shut up, you hunk of flesh.
(She didnât bother use her inside voice. Too much was going on inside of there.)
*Verchiel was still struggling to breathe, choking and clawing at the air, floor, herself.. she couldn't breathe, and she started writhing even more, shaking heavily and clawing at her throat, tears falling from her eyes, she couldn't end like this.*
Lucifers voice pierced through the chaos, medkit in hand as he ran towards his son. His wings were puffed up, raised as he slid across the ice on his knees besides Verchy. He barely even reacted as harsh bumps in the ice cut up his knees, he only cared for his daughter.
âOh no. Oh nononononon.. y-youâre okay Verchiel.. youâre gonna be okay.â Lucifer carefully sat Verchiel up, patting her back gently to help cough up the blood rather than having it go down his throat.
âCough it up sweetheart, itâll hurt but itâll help.â The fallen angels voice is calming, almost like a soft lullaby as he speaks. With his other set of arms, he lifts Verchies helmet above her mouth but not off entirely.
âI MAY HATE THE FATHER BUT I DO NOT HATE THE ANGELS. IN THE SAME WAY MANY HATE THEIR GOVERNMENT BUT NOT THE PEOPLE. THE KING BUT NOT THE COUNTRY. YOU ARE TRULY MISINFORMED ON ME.â Hell speaks, stopping its dragging once Pepper is a few feet away from Verchiel. Its spider legs kept him trapped under xem, it could deal with Pepper later, for now Verchiel didnt need all this chaos.
âGOD STOOD FOR WANTING POWER IN ANY WAY HE COULD ACHIEVE IT, EVEN IF IT MEANT CASTING OUT HIS MOST PRECIOUS ANGEL. EVEN IF IT MEANT TORTURING THE BEING HE CREATED FOR VIOLENCE AND DESTRUCTION BECAUSE IT WAS NOT DOING IT RIGHT. HE STOOD FOR INFINITE PUNISHMENT FOR FINITE CRIMES, ABUSING HIS CREATIONS, NOT STEPPING IN WHEN HE EASILY COULD. I DO NOT STAND FOR ANY OF THAT. WHAT YOU THINK I STAND FOR IS QUITE THE OPPOSITE, YOU STAND WITH GOD.â
Then weâre misinformed on each other, it seems. Iâm not looking for power. If I wanted power, I wouldnât waste my time wrecking havoc in Heaven, Iâd just be a teacherâs pet and a horrible snitch to the Council. Iâm sure theyâre itching for more executions.
I want vengeance. I stand for vengeance and fury, because Heaven doesnât want that. They want you to be compliant and quiet. Besides, the people who wield power in Heaven are dickheads. The same dickheads who pushed me towards vengeance in the first place. Whyâd I wanna be like them?
And I sure as hell am NOT on the Fatherâs side. That guy tried to kill me for all my unruliness. Thatâs why I do what I do. I have to become everything Heaven didnât want me to become. Thatâs the only way.
(âThe only way I can be free.â She muttered in her head, but refused to say out loud. Freedom - a concept she had longed for yearsâŠ.)
âŠFor the record, I donât normally go around stabbing people. Today was just⊠an odd day.
Hey, but âŠwhy donât you hate angels more, though? All the angels up there talk shit about you. Why wouldnât you hate them?
*Verchiel was finally able to vomit all the blood on her throat, it was.. a lot. She was still shaking but she quickly went to hug Lucifer, sobbing as she tried to hide, she was bleeding a lot, the holy spears hurt more than expected.*
âJUST BECAUSE ONES GOVERNMENT IS CORRUPT DOES NOT MEAN THE ENTIRE SOCIETY IS.â Hell points out, voice slowly growing more collected as they almost reach a flow state of arguing and debating.
âAND JUST BECAUSE YOU DONT EMBODY HIS VALUES DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE NOT JUST LIKE HIM, ANGEL.â They speak again, occasionally glancing up at Lucifer and Verchiel.
âMANY ANGELS ARE KIND. MANY APPRECIATE ART AND VIOLENCE IN COMFORTABLE WAYS. MANY DONT REALIZE IM TRULY ALIVE. I CANNOT BLAME THEM FOR THAT VIEW OF ME.â They explain, eyes locked onto Lucifer as he hugs Verchiel with one set of arms, the others slowly beginning to clean the blood from the wounds across her body with some paper towel.
âGOD HAS MADE THEM BELIEVE I AM WHAT I AM NOT. THAT I SIMPLY WISH FOR VIOLENCE AND NOT TRUE ART AND BEAUTY THAT COMES WITH BLOOD SHED. HE CONVINCED EVERYONE THAT LUCIFER WAS A REBEL. AN ANGEL WHO WANTED TO DESTROY HEAVEN. TAKE IT AS HIS OWN AND DECLARE HIMSELF KING DESPITE HIM BEING THE KINDEST AMONST THE ANGELS.â
âI DO NOT BLAME THE ANGELS. I BLAME GOD FOR THIS BRAINWASHING. THE ANGELS ARE SIMPLY VICTIMS OF THIS CYCLE.â
Lucifers wings drooped at the mention of what God and the council made him out to be, but he knew Hell was making a point and didnt bother to interrupt. Plus, Verchiel needed him more.
âI know Verchiel.. everything is gonna be okay though, alright? It will only hurt for a little while, not forever. Ill make sure of it.â Lucifer placed a gentle kiss to Verchiels helmets head, letting her go and opening the medkit. Using the alcohol wipes he began to clean the wounds properly this time, holding her hand throughout.
They are NOT victims! The Council are not victims. Yezalel was not a victim. They didnâtâŠ
(Memories of a child seeking a cure. Of being scolded for asking the wrong questions. Of being weak. Quiet. Of barely even existing. Times that she hated. She hated it so much. Too much. It filled her with rage.)
I AM NOT LIKE THEM. I am better! I am no angel. I am what they should fear. They should regret ever doing those things. Saying those things. They will never hurt me ever again. I wonât let⊠I wonât-
Grrrrr, GET OFF ME!
(She starts clawing at the spider legs whilst growling. She refuses to listen to any more. There are only enemies here and heâs outmatched. He has to retreat and come back with another plan.)
*Verchiel yelped at the contact with the alcohol, yet she stayed still, she had learned long ago how to stay still when she was being hurt, it seemed like it was useful after all.. She didn't listen to Pepper and Hell, she couldn't, she would cry even more.. the screams, the yells.. It was too much for her. She brought her hands to her helmet and took it off slowly, so she was able to cover her ears with her hands, or whatever was left of them. She was still sobbing, tears streaming down the fur of her face..*
âYOU ARE NOT LEAVINGâ Hell wasnt entirely sure why he hated the idea of Pepper just⊠leaving. Something about the thought made her defensive. Some distant part of xemself was screaming to not let Pepper leave just let, so instead of letting him go, it used their ribbons to tie her up further.
âMAYBE YOU WILL NOT LISTEN TO ME, I WILL ACCEPT THAT. THOUGH MAYBE LUCIFER WILL BE ABLE TO REASON WITH YOU. YOU BOTH HAVE SIMILARITIES.â Hell stands fully, walking over to where Lucifer and Verchiel sit.
âI CAN TAKE HER HOME. SPEAK WITH THE ANGEL.â
Lucifer looked at his lover with worry.
âAre you sure? We both know you arent the best with first aid-â
âI PHYSICALLY REARRANGES YOUR ORGANS MULTIPLE TIMES AND YOU ARE STILL ALIVE.â
ââŠfair enough.â
Looking over at Pepper, Lucifer felt worry shift into anger, wings raising and puffing out defensively. He didnt speak yet, he only waited for Hell to teleport away before beginning to walk towards Pepper.
(Feeling the ribbons tighter, she only spirals further out of control. No, she canât. She couldnâtâŠ)
(âŠA fade to black, and then he woke up, tied up, on ice. There seem to be new cuts on his body, his head hurts way too much, and he thinks he sees someone approaching.)
âŠIâŠis this some sick joke?
(OrâŠ. Did some bullshit happen again? Bullshit heâd have to profusely apologise for, surely.)
(Fuck, why couldnât he rid himself of this horrid condition?)
H-hey, look, Iâm sorry! I donât want any trouble! I justâŠ. I wanna go home. I shouldnât be hereâŠ
*Verchiel stood up as fast as she could and hugged Hell, tears still falling from her eyes, her eyes were identical to Hell's, it's like as if she was always meant to be Hell's little lamb, xer daughter. She had a big scar on the muzzle, a bite mark, it was clear who did it, Graphiel.*
Lucifer sighed, shaking his head and walking over with the first aid kit in hand. He found it strange that the other was now acting like nothing had happened, but maybe if he treats the angel with kindness Lucifer might be able to get more information out of him.
âListen,â Lucifer started, sitting down beside the other on his knees. âYou hurt my daughter. I dont know what she did to you, which is why Im giving you a chance to explain before my partner decides to not give you a chance at all.â The fallen angel speaks, voice serious but with a much softer edge to it than expected.
âPlease, angel to angel, talk to me. I promise I wont hurt you as long as you have a good reason behind what you did.â
â
Hell shakes their head, signing âD O N T. B E. S O R R Y. . . Y O U. D E F E N D E D. Y O U R S E L F. A N D. T H E Y. H U R T. Y O U. M O R E. T H A N. T H E Y. S H O U L D. H A V E.â As she leads Verchiel to the couch to sit.
Hell spawns a first aid kit from seemingly nowhere (distantly, a first aid kit goes missing from lust) and some paper towels from the kitchen that Lucifer hadnt already taken. Xe wets the paper towel with some alcohol and begins to clean the wounds with surprisingly gentle hands.
âTELL ME WHAT HAPPENED LITTLE LAMB. WHENEVER YOU ARE READY TO SPEAK. I WILL NOT FORCE YOU NOR GET MAD AT YOU NO MATTER WHAT.â
(He was in the same spot in Treachery, as per usual. Although, there was something else on her mind this time.)
(..Very rarely did she ever âfeelâ. As in, feeling emotions. She cast that side of her the moment she became the strong being she was today. Well, not strong enough to beat a Power, apparently, but she couldnât bring herself to hate Verchiel over something THAT petty. Besides, he was always fighting at a disadvantage, thanks to the stupid alcohol. Were he not inhibited, the fights would have been a breeze.)
(But that wasnât the point of the fights in the first place, was it? The point was to transform that angel into the tiger she was supposed to be. The tiger he deserved to be. After their last fight, Pepper was pretty sure she wouldnât have to worry much about whether Verchiel was strong enough or not. Though, of course, she could always take drastic measures if need be.)
(Alas, that fight was going to be their last for a while. He took a brief moment to examine his healing wounds. Burns that would probably never fully heal. A limp that was still obvious. No state for a fight. But there were more pressing issues than merely being injured that would stop the fights from being viable, unfortunately.)
(More importantly, there were these âfeelsâ that she would need to sort out. He already had a rough idea of what those âfeelsâ might mean. After all, she felt the same way all those years ago back when he actually felt like making friendsâŠ)
(âŠOkay, enough thinking about feels. He didnât want to remember that.)
(âŠ)
(How long had he been waiting?)
@facets-of-the-father
*Verchiel was in the snow, her sword was in her hands, she was seeing herself on the reflection of the blade, his hands were shaking a bit, yet.. the thoughts going through her mind were.. maybe too much.. she was glad she learned how to hide some of her emotions.. She didn't see Pepper.. she didn't hear any footsteps.. Her wings were green and low flames..*
Doesnât matter, because Iâve been aching to hear how youâve gotten on since our last training session! Won any fights? Bested any idiots? Or have you just been waltzing around the snow, Tiger?
*Her voice was low, she regretted it.. she regretted everything that happened. Her hands gripping the blade, if they were real, she would be already bleeding..*
âŠHoly shit, well done, Tiger! I didnât know you were that eager to fight. And an archangel on top of that?
Soooo, how did the fight go?
(Thereâs genuine excitement in his voice. She really wanted to be able to just⊠have a fun little talk about something she hoped both of them would relate to.)
â..With the archangel? He didn't do anything. I cutted his hands and his throat, I tore his vocal chords and that.. star he had.. With.. Marmelade.. I-.. I burned them, I pierced their wing many times and left so many burns on them..â
*..She looked at the sword with horror, she remembered every detail she could after getting back conscious. She was not excited to talk, she was not having fun.*
Damn⊠Really, thatâs so cool. I havenât been even nearly as brutal as that before. Shit, I need to step up my game before you take my spot! HahaâŠ
(She didnât even recognise any signs of discomfort in Verchiel, because she was too busy being overjoyed at the news she was hearing.)
Oh thank fuck, that means I donât have to worry about giving you this announcement!
See, Tiger, I appreciate our fighting sessions a LOT, but⊠weâre gonna have to cut back on them. Sorry, kid. Too risky. My roommates are getting suspicious. The only reason Iâm here now is because they havenât figured out I kept the crate of alcohol in that one corner of the room, but whenever they do, I am, like, ultra FUCKED, dude. Itâll be spring in here by time I come back to you. Also, uhâŠ
(She points to the leg that got stabbed last time.)
Thatâs a bit of an inconvenience. Hey, donât feel guilty about that. You did EPIC! Youâre epic! Youâre so cool!
Which leads me to my next point.
You said you were gonna be by my side when Heaven falls, right? So, we might as well get to socialise and beâŠ. UhâŠ. Friends? I usually think having friends is dumb, but⊠I kinda like you. Youâre probably the only angel Iâve ever seen whoâs even remotely cool.
So, howâs that sound? We get to talk about everything! And you get to be stronger and stronger and pick fights in your own time. We donât even have to completely give up duelling! We just have to make it more low-key, or wait until the roommates stop getting their panties in a twist about it. You dig it, right? Right?
(She leans over to Verchiel. If she had eyes, theyâd be doing a puppy dog expression right now, but she doesnât, so she just looked⊠a little intimidating.)
(But now she realised something is off about Tiger. His words⊠his demeanour. The vibes were off.)
âŠBut, you donât really care? About fighting, Iâm guessing? You donât want to fight again? Why? Did you get horribly injured? You donât look injured to me.
(Thereâs no undertone of threat or anger. Not yet, at least. Just confusion. Sure, Verchiel might not have loved to fight at first, but why then would she have ended up fighting stupid Marmalade? Or an archangel? She definitely wasnât asked to. Well, he was told to fight Marmalade, but the archangel? That was all her. Surely, at some point, she started to realise just how alive one could be in the wake of violence? She was seeking a thrill, like he always liked to, right?)
(âŠActually, rewinding a couple of minutes to when Verchiel was describing his feats, she seemed apprehensive at best. I mean, yeah, she was a stutterer, but she almost came across like she was⊠scared to talk?)
Hey, youâre not keeping anything from me, are you? Tiger⊠what happened since we last saw each other?
(This time, there was an undertone of⊠something for sure.)
âI-.. I dont want to be like this! I am not him! I-.. fuck-.. Michael left me! Phanuel kicked me and hurt me! I-.. I shouldn't have ran away.. I shouldn't have-.. I-.. I am not a monster, I can still be normal.. I am not what you want me to be. That is not me.â
*She said with a high tone, was she scared or sad..? Maybe angry?.. It was impossible to tell..*
(She breathes in, hoping to cool the fires of anger igniting even just a little bit.)
Youâre not a monster. Tigers eat meat to sustain themselves, not because theyâre evil. Thereâs nothing wrong with picking fights with random people. Although, I gotta admit cutting and ripping out the throat of a random archangel is crazy, but like, theyâre an archangel. Archangels have done worse to strangers.
Michael and Phanuel didnât leave you because you were some kind of evil monster. Phanuel showed you his true colours, and Michael? Michael is a rubbish father at best and actively using you at worst. Because angels are scum, and archangels are even worse. Donât even get me started on the Seraphim people. Ya heard of Samyaza? People will let you get away with horrible crimes if youâre powerful enough. And by people I mean the council, and any archangel in tandem with them - which is pretty much all of them. Because, as I said, angels are scum.
You donât want to be ânormalâ because being ânormalâ in this world means being controlled. I donât want them to control you. I didnât fight tooth and nail to be here, reading about every single worry you had in your life JUST to come back and hear that youâve changed your mind. Like, the hell? I just asked if we could be the ultimate duo and youâre bringing this up?
*sigh* It must be one of those good for nothing angels⊠Iâll find whoâŠ
Tiger⊠I gave you your nickname for a reason. I wanted you to be fierce. Donât throw that away because you want to blend into this fuckass society, mkay?
âYou- You don't get it.. I don't want to fight them.. Yet some part of me forces me to, that part of me is not.. the real me.. I would never hurt anyone because I wanted to! I am an angel, and you are one too, correct? You-.. you can't say that..â
*She growled softly, her hands moving to hug herself, sighing and looking away..*
âWe can still be a duo! Just.. not fight with innocent people.. They didn't do anything. I-.. Don't you dare.â
Some part of you? What, do you have a⊠roommate too? No⊠maybe just an aspect of that you hate so much you claim it isnât you.
Look, face it, Tiger - the âreal youâ is a bullshit concept. Who is the real Verchiel? Who is the real Muriel? Who is the real Council? The real Father? How people view others is based on subjective crap.
The truth is that all parts of you are you. Even the parts you hate. Yes, thereâs a part of you that wants to hurt people. That part is you. The ârealâ you. And so is your soft wannabe pacifist self. Ideally, Iâd like you to completely abandon pacifism and be more willing be to violent, but⊠truth be told, I find the idea of you ripping out the vocal chords of a random angel crazy even for me. Plus, that will surely draw the Councilâs attention to you if you keep being that violent. So, maaaaaybe we need to tone it down a bit. Focus on control or something.
Except I canât help you with that. I donât have a âcontrolâ. My entire existence revolves around resisting control. That being said, you need to become more willing to fight âinnocentâ people, if not only because most angels arenât âinnocent peopleâ in the first place. I mean, we canât be the duo that takes down Heaven if youâre out here trying to defend the people perpetuating the suffering everyone goes through.
âŠI suppose I could teach you how to fight someone without shedding blood. That will have to be later, though.
As for that bit about us being angels⊠ugh, Iâve always hated calling myself an angel. I am an angel solely because of the body I inhabit. If not, I would be literally anything else. A shadow, a demon, a human - something along those lines. I donât really know what I am, only what body Iâm in and what body I want to be in. Like, for example, I want what Hellâs got going on with those crazy-looking forms. Spare some style for me, am I right?
And I gotta admit, I donât see you as an angel either. Well, you have some of the qualities, but youâre different. Maybe when weâre friends weâll eventually shed off all that âangelâ bullshit and be who we want to be. Because as much as you say donât want to be a âmonsterâ, I donât think you want to be the things Heaven assigned you to be either.
(Hearing Verchielâs threat, his stance shifted.)
H-howâd you hear that? I didnât even say that out loudâŠ
(He hesitates. Sure, she could try and fight, but it would be a horrible idea. But she wasnât exactly the best at de-escalating, either. Ugh, angels were as annoying as alwaysâŠ)
âEven if it's the real me, I can't control myself, that is not me, I would use it to fight who I really hate, not.. innocent angels, I would use it to fight The Council, and whoever dares to hurt my loved ones. But not Marmelade, nor that archangel. They didn't do anything.. And you-.. even if you aren't an angel you need to have empathy! You can't go.. killing everything because you want to!â
*She growled, her flames starting to darken, getting up from the floor.*
â..I am not a Power anymore, I will show everyone that I am better, but not because of anything, but because of my powers, because of my strength, I will use it to help them, like the Archangels do!â
Ight! First of all, I never told you to go around killing people. And whilst Iâm not necessarily against it, itâs not viable for you to be that aggressive without a specific target. I said so.
Secondly, neither of the âloved onesâ youâve mentioned are innocent. Iâve already told you that you can never trust archangels because of their ties to the council, but Marmalade? Stupid ass bird with a stupid ass name who bullied others, you included Tiger, and make you feel guilty over something that wasnât even your fault, and made you way too forgiving and dependent on them whilst they literally treated you like shit? What did they even do at that party? I know they did something. I saw an angel with a cracked helmet hastily run away from that wedding. The one where you got kidnapped. God knows what that idiot was plotting.
Anyway, baseline - Marmalade is not and will never be innocent. I donât understand why youâre so keen on that fucker. Are you, like, pfft, in love or something? Lmao!
(She chuckles awkwardly, as if that idea would be utterly absurd.)
Third, I donât need empathy. And Iâm absolutely not giving any to the fuckers who hurt me, or support the ones who hurt me. The day I do that, consider me truly dead.
Finally, you are doing the exact thing I DONâT want you to do! I want you to be strong, yes. I want you to show others that youâre better, yes. But for fuckâs sake, donât copy the Archangels! Theyâre the last people you should be learning from.
You want to use your powers to âhelpâ? You can help by burning Heaven to the ground. That is the only way you can truly help anyone. Anything else is you deluding yourself into thinking youâre helping. Iâve told you - that place is a shithole. It needs to go. There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING, good in Heaven!
(Her anger rises. Why is she so dumb? What part of her isnât getting through?!)
Do you want me to fight you, you dumb piece of shit?
*She stayed in silence, the flames of her wings darkening.. and darkening.. And-*
âYou. Can't. Control. Me. I will do whatever I want, let it be love my little dove, copy the archangels, or spare Heaven. You won't tell me what to do, are you listening me?! Now. FIGHT ME!!â
*A red aura surrounded her as her wings became totally black, she picked her sword and launched herself to the sky, giving Pepper an aerial kick before landing behind her, adopting a defensive position, positioning her sword in front of her, the flames of it now burning bright.*
(Aiming to stop the fight as soon as possible, she turns around and summons a spear, flinging it at Verchielâs head as she tries to fly out of range of another attack)
Is this what you want? Huh? Youâre too good for me, huh?
(âMy little doveâ? Shit, she was JOKING about him liking Marmalade, but there werenât a lot of other people who that could be referring to. Is that how far gone she was?)
*She growled at those words, loosing her mind completely as she kept attacking, she stopped the spear with her sword and launched herself back to the sky again, her wings splitting into six, looking like some kind of seraphim. She approached Pepper of the sky and tried to pierce her stomach, trying to make him feel the most pain possible..*
(He tried to dodge out of the way, but ends up nearly tripping on her bad leg, and not being able to avoid the piercing attack - though luckily, she managed to move out of the way enough to only suffer from a large cut. Rather than take any more chances, she teleported some metres behind Verchiel.)
I didnât teach you any of this! Why are your wings like that?
(Was it⊠that part? No, she was just pissy, wasnât she? Even then, were the wings really intentional?)
(Needing to act fast, he flung a bunch of holy spears. Not focusing on accuracy, just hoping at least a decent amount would hit where it hurt enough.)
The hell is your problem? I was trying to help you! Fuck, you are like the one person I vaguely give a shit about! Why pull all this bullshit now? Were you just lying to me all this time?
*The spears pierced her wings, they didn't seem to injury anything, but then one pierced her torso and sent her back to the ground, some blood poured from her helmet before she growled and launched herself back into the sky, she growled as she heard Pepper's words, that was bullshit, and that only angered her further. She went to Pepper at her maximum speed, putting the sword in front of herself so it would pierce her.*
*As she saw how Pepper was focusing more on talking and dodging, she started to focus more on attacking that defending. She tried to attack one of her shoulders by piercing it..*
(She manages to dodge it, and sends another spear towards Verchielâs wings.)
âŠDonât want to talk, huh?
(She had been contemplating fighting this whole time. He would risk getting serious injuries and being suppressed again, but truth be told, that was going to happen one way or another, wasnât it?)
Okay then, fight me, you fucker!
(She summons a bunch more spears. She has two objectives. First, get Verchiel pinned to the ground and unable to use her wings. Secondly, beat the shit outta him. At least, that approach would sustain him as few injuries as possible whilst still getting to punch. She hated the light weapons, after allâŠ)
*She somehow managed to dodge most of the spears, though one of the did get her to the ground, landing there and waiting for Pepper to land too so they would finally have a land fight, if they were going serious, she would absolutely prefer land than sky.*
*Verchiel didn't got time since she was in an attacking position and the spears pierced her, making her spit some blood, blood pouring from her helmet again as she fell to the ground.*
*She spitted even more blood, shaking and regaining consciousness as her wings became green again, she released the grip on her sword as her body twitched in pain. She tried to scream for Hell or Lucifer, or Bezaliel.. but nothing came from her mouth, only a sob.. it hurt so much..*
(No longer restraining herself, she went ham on her, punching her over and over and over and over and overâŠ.)
Are you happier now? Is Heaven so good that youâd throw everything away? All the help I gave you, my peaceful offer of friendship, because you wonât get over your stupid archangel daddies? Why would you listen to an archangel over me? Me! Was I stupid for thinking there are angels out there I can actually be friends with? Was IâŠ. HahahahahaâŠ
(Her punches were slowing down now. This⊠this was all stupid. A waste of his time. There are no good angels in Heaven. He should know that. How stupid was he? How stupidâŠ)
Somewhere in Fraud, Hells ears perked up, body going stiff. Lucifer, who had been talking about what they will do with the lighting in their newest play, noticed Hells strange behaviour immediately, shutting his mouth and tilting his head.
âLove, whats wr-â
âVERCHIEL IS IN DANGER.â
Lucifer flinched at the malice behind Hells voice. It was shockingly rare to hear from her, considering what he is.
âWait, what?!â Lucifer put the cap of the marker back on, wings puffing out. âWhere is she? Shes not hurt is she?â
Hell didnt respond right away, watching with quiet eyes everything that was happening. They didnt bother shifting its form to something else, staying in the form usually meant for Fraud before teleporting down, but not without saying âTREACHERY. PREPARE MEDICAL SUPPLIES.â
â
A heavy crack in the ice is heard behind Pepper as Hell, with their rapidly shifting colours, appears behind him, easily towering over her. Xe is tall in this form, being at least 8 feet tall with spider legs bringing them even taller than that, with swirling galaxies and stars as if it was made from space itself.
âQUIT YOUR OTIOSE BELLIGERENT.â Hell was no doubtably angry, the overlaying voices shouting and crying for this to end.
(Whatever. She lands one more punch before finally standing up, taking a deep breath in. God, she loved beating people up sometimes.)
(âŠA part of her pitied the mess he put Verchiel in. I mean, she didnât come here to fight. She actually wanted to be nice for once. But sometimes, nice is not what people want. Maybe he ought to do some first aid before he leaves-)
(Suddenly, there was a crack in the ice. Huh?)
(âQUIT YOUR OTIOSE BELLIGERENT.â What the hell did those words even mean?)
Hey, who in the Shakespeare do you-
(It doesnât take more than 2 seconds for Pepper to immediately figure out who this is, as the tall figure looms over him.)
H-holy shit! Hell! I donât think weâve ever gotten to speak face-to-face!
Aw, you think Iâm like humanity? Thatâs maybe the best thing Iâve ever heard today! I try real hard to unleash my cruelty to those who hurt me. Iâm sure you understand. I mean, youâre literally Hell, haha.
(He doesnât even seem to acknowledge the ribbons around her legs.)
Uh, I would debate that last part, though. I didnât come here to fight. In fact, I made it very clear that fighting was a bad idea, but TIGER over here decided that some other shit stain of an angel is better than me, and then refused to do anything other than fight when I tried speaking. What else could I do besides hit her in the face? And, stab her with holy spearsâŠ
âŠHey, those cuts will heal, right? Right?
(Strange. Was she⊠regretting a fight? Thatâs new.)
*Verchiel was currently choking on her own blood, choking sounds leaving her as she writhed wildly, clawing at the ground, at herself, at anything she could. She tried coughing, but her coughs were very aggresive. Sobs and choking sounds were the only thing she could do in that moment.*
âDO NOT THINK I WISH TO COMPLIMENT OR BEFRIEND YOU.â Hell speaks, eyes flicking over to Verchiel and finally taking in the full state hes in.
They really would have to train her.. it made a mental note to bring the idea up later.
âYOU HURT OTHERS YET DO NOT CONSIDER THE CONSEQUENCES. SHED BLOOD YET DONT REALIZE THE CUTS THAT MUST BE MADE TO DO SO. PATHETIC. NOTHING BUT POWER HUNGRY FOR PAIN AND TORMENT. AT LEAST I AM HONEST IN MY ART.â
âYOU MAY DEFEND YOURSELF, BUT YOU HAVE HURT MY DAUGHTER TO THE POINT OF COUGHING BLOOD. DO YOU TRULY BELIEVE I WOULD HAVE MERCY UPON YOU?â
Hell backed up, legs clicking against the ice, before using the ribbons around Peppers legs to drag them away, thankfully only a few feet away from Verchiel.
Look, the angels up there deserve my violence! Theyâre pieces of shit! Your daughter isâŠ
Wait a fucking minute. Your DAUGHTER?
(AâŠahaha⊠So, even Hell itself, whom up until this point Pepper had held in high esteem as the strongest opponent against the Father and all he stood for⊠cared for this one?)
(And Verchiel called for âmamaââŠ)
IâŠwhatâŠhow⊠HELLâŠ. gets on better with Tiger than⊠me? No. IâŠ
âŠWhy? What does everyone else have that I donât? An angel who likes HELL more than me but refuses to destroy Heaven? Wants to save Heaven? That doesnât make-
âŠWhy do I even care? I never care! Thatâs my whole reason. I exist to spite. To anger. To frustrate the people who thought Iâd be better off gone! Iâm not supposed to care! I just do things for my own entertainment.
Yeahhh, thatâs why! Iâm not supposed to care about others! Thatâs why this was such a mess! But⊠that doesnât explainâŠ
(She continues her confused rambling. About Verchiel, Michael, Phanuel, Lucifer, Marmalade⊠everyone she knows who has been in contact with Verchiel. Something doesnât add up in her mind and she canât figure out what.)
(Then, mid-ramble, she stops. It dawns on her - Hell itself, angry that heâs hurt someone it cares about, is dragging her away to do Hell knows what - literally.)
Wait wait wait- Youâre not gonna do shit to me because your stray basically begged to fight me, are you? I mean, thatâs not really fair. I-I can do some kinda first aid. I mean, I was thinking about it before you interrupted meâŠ
(ââŠIdiot. Liar. Betrayer. The Beast is correct. Accept your punishment, NOWNOWNOW.â)
Oh, shut up, you hunk of flesh.
(She didnât bother use her inside voice. Too much was going on inside of there.)
*Verchiel was still struggling to breathe, choking and clawing at the air, floor, herself.. she couldn't breathe, and she started writhing even more, shaking heavily and clawing at her throat, tears falling from her eyes, she couldn't end like this.*
Lucifers voice pierced through the chaos, medkit in hand as he ran towards his son. His wings were puffed up, raised as he slid across the ice on his knees besides Verchy. He barely even reacted as harsh bumps in the ice cut up his knees, he only cared for his daughter.
âOh no. Oh nononononon.. y-youâre okay Verchiel.. youâre gonna be okay.â Lucifer carefully sat Verchiel up, patting her back gently to help cough up the blood rather than having it go down his throat.
âCough it up sweetheart, itâll hurt but itâll help.â The fallen angels voice is calming, almost like a soft lullaby as he speaks. With his other set of arms, he lifts Verchies helmet above her mouth but not off entirely.
âI MAY HATE THE FATHER BUT I DO NOT HATE THE ANGELS. IN THE SAME WAY MANY HATE THEIR GOVERNMENT BUT NOT THE PEOPLE. THE KING BUT NOT THE COUNTRY. YOU ARE TRULY MISINFORMED ON ME.â Hell speaks, stopping its dragging once Pepper is a few feet away from Verchiel. Its spider legs kept him trapped under xem, it could deal with Pepper later, for now Verchiel didnt need all this chaos.
âGOD STOOD FOR WANTING POWER IN ANY WAY HE COULD ACHIEVE IT, EVEN IF IT MEANT CASTING OUT HIS MOST PRECIOUS ANGEL. EVEN IF IT MEANT TORTURING THE BEING HE CREATED FOR VIOLENCE AND DESTRUCTION BECAUSE IT WAS NOT DOING IT RIGHT. HE STOOD FOR INFINITE PUNISHMENT FOR FINITE CRIMES, ABUSING HIS CREATIONS, NOT STEPPING IN WHEN HE EASILY COULD. I DO NOT STAND FOR ANY OF THAT. WHAT YOU THINK I STAND FOR IS QUITE THE OPPOSITE, YOU STAND WITH GOD.â
Then weâre misinformed on each other, it seems. Iâm not looking for power. If I wanted power, I wouldnât waste my time wrecking havoc in Heaven, Iâd just be a teacherâs pet and a horrible snitch to the Council. Iâm sure theyâre itching for more executions.
I want vengeance. I stand for vengeance and fury, because Heaven doesnât want that. They want you to be compliant and quiet. Besides, the people who wield power in Heaven are dickheads. The same dickheads who pushed me towards vengeance in the first place. Whyâd I wanna be like them?
And I sure as hell am NOT on the Fatherâs side. That guy tried to kill me for all my unruliness. Thatâs why I do what I do. I have to become everything Heaven didnât want me to become. Thatâs the only way.
(âThe only way I can be free.â She muttered in her head, but refused to say out loud. Freedom - a concept she had longed for yearsâŠ.)
âŠFor the record, I donât normally go around stabbing people. Today was just⊠an odd day.
Hey, but âŠwhy donât you hate angels more, though? All the angels up there talk shit about you. Why wouldnât you hate them?
*Verchiel was finally able to vomit all the blood on her throat, it was.. a lot. She was still shaking but she quickly went to hug Lucifer, sobbing as she tried to hide, she was bleeding a lot, the holy spears hurt more than expected.*
âJUST BECAUSE ONES GOVERNMENT IS CORRUPT DOES NOT MEAN THE ENTIRE SOCIETY IS.â Hell points out, voice slowly growing more collected as they almost reach a flow state of arguing and debating.
âAND JUST BECAUSE YOU DONT EMBODY HIS VALUES DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE NOT JUST LIKE HIM, ANGEL.â They speak again, occasionally glancing up at Lucifer and Verchiel.
âMANY ANGELS ARE KIND. MANY APPRECIATE ART AND VIOLENCE IN COMFORTABLE WAYS. MANY DONT REALIZE IM TRULY ALIVE. I CANNOT BLAME THEM FOR THAT VIEW OF ME.â They explain, eyes locked onto Lucifer as he hugs Verchiel with one set of arms, the others slowly beginning to clean the blood from the wounds across her body with some paper towel.
âGOD HAS MADE THEM BELIEVE I AM WHAT I AM NOT. THAT I SIMPLY WISH FOR VIOLENCE AND NOT TRUE ART AND BEAUTY THAT COMES WITH BLOOD SHED. HE CONVINCED EVERYONE THAT LUCIFER WAS A REBEL. AN ANGEL WHO WANTED TO DESTROY HEAVEN. TAKE IT AS HIS OWN AND DECLARE HIMSELF KING DESPITE HIM BEING THE KINDEST AMONST THE ANGELS.â
âI DO NOT BLAME THE ANGELS. I BLAME GOD FOR THIS BRAINWASHING. THE ANGELS ARE SIMPLY VICTIMS OF THIS CYCLE.â
Lucifers wings drooped at the mention of what God and the council made him out to be, but he knew Hell was making a point and didnt bother to interrupt. Plus, Verchiel needed him more.
âI know Verchiel.. everything is gonna be okay though, alright? It will only hurt for a little while, not forever. Ill make sure of it.â Lucifer placed a gentle kiss to Verchiels helmets head, letting her go and opening the medkit. Using the alcohol wipes he began to clean the wounds properly this time, holding her hand throughout.
They are NOT victims! The Council are not victims. Yezalel was not a victim. They didnâtâŠ
(Memories of a child seeking a cure. Of being scolded for asking the wrong questions. Of being weak. Quiet. Of barely even existing. Times that she hated. She hated it so much. Too much. It filled her with rage.)
I AM NOT LIKE THEM. I am better! I am no angel. I am what they should fear. They should regret ever doing those things. Saying those things. They will never hurt me ever again. I wonât let⊠I wonât-
Grrrrr, GET OFF ME!
(She starts clawing at the spider legs whilst growling. She refuses to listen to any more. There are only enemies here and heâs outmatched. He has to retreat and come back with another plan.)
*Verchiel yelped at the contact with the alcohol, yet she stayed still, she had learned long ago how to stay still when she was being hurt, it seemed like it was useful after all.. She didn't listen to Pepper and Hell, she couldn't, she would cry even more.. the screams, the yells.. It was too much for her. She brought her hands to her helmet and took it off slowly, so she was able to cover her ears with her hands, or whatever was left of them. She was still sobbing, tears streaming down the fur of her face..*
âYOU ARE NOT LEAVINGâ Hell wasnt entirely sure why he hated the idea of Pepper just⊠leaving. Something about the thought made her defensive. Some distant part of xemself was screaming to not let Pepper leave just let, so instead of letting him go, it used their ribbons to tie her up further.
âMAYBE YOU WILL NOT LISTEN TO ME, I WILL ACCEPT THAT. THOUGH MAYBE LUCIFER WILL BE ABLE TO REASON WITH YOU. YOU BOTH HAVE SIMILARITIES.â Hell stands fully, walking over to where Lucifer and Verchiel sit.
âI CAN TAKE HER HOME. SPEAK WITH THE ANGEL.â
Lucifer looked at his lover with worry.
âAre you sure? We both know you arent the best with first aid-â
âI PHYSICALLY REARRANGES YOUR ORGANS MULTIPLE TIMES AND YOU ARE STILL ALIVE.â
ââŠfair enough.â
Looking over at Pepper, Lucifer felt worry shift into anger, wings raising and puffing out defensively. He didnt speak yet, he only waited for Hell to teleport away before beginning to walk towards Pepper.
(He was in the same spot in Treachery, as per usual. Although, there was something else on her mind this time.)
(..Very rarely did she ever âfeelâ. As in, feeling emotions. She cast that side of her the moment she became the strong being she was today. Well, not strong enough to beat a Power, apparently, but she couldnât bring herself to hate Verchiel over something THAT petty. Besides, he was always fighting at a disadvantage, thanks to the stupid alcohol. Were he not inhibited, the fights would have been a breeze.)
(But that wasnât the point of the fights in the first place, was it? The point was to transform that angel into the tiger she was supposed to be. The tiger he deserved to be. After their last fight, Pepper was pretty sure she wouldnât have to worry much about whether Verchiel was strong enough or not. Though, of course, she could always take drastic measures if need be.)
(Alas, that fight was going to be their last for a while. He took a brief moment to examine his healing wounds. Burns that would probably never fully heal. A limp that was still obvious. No state for a fight. But there were more pressing issues than merely being injured that would stop the fights from being viable, unfortunately.)
(More importantly, there were these âfeelsâ that she would need to sort out. He already had a rough idea of what those âfeelsâ might mean. After all, she felt the same way all those years ago back when he actually felt like making friendsâŠ)
(âŠOkay, enough thinking about feels. He didnât want to remember that.)
(âŠ)
(How long had he been waiting?)
@facets-of-the-father
*Verchiel was in the snow, her sword was in her hands, she was seeing herself on the reflection of the blade, his hands were shaking a bit, yet.. the thoughts going through her mind were.. maybe too much.. she was glad she learned how to hide some of her emotions.. She didn't see Pepper.. she didn't hear any footsteps.. Her wings were green and low flames..*
Doesnât matter, because Iâve been aching to hear how youâve gotten on since our last training session! Won any fights? Bested any idiots? Or have you just been waltzing around the snow, Tiger?
*Her voice was low, she regretted it.. she regretted everything that happened. Her hands gripping the blade, if they were real, she would be already bleeding..*
âŠHoly shit, well done, Tiger! I didnât know you were that eager to fight. And an archangel on top of that?
Soooo, how did the fight go?
(Thereâs genuine excitement in his voice. She really wanted to be able to just⊠have a fun little talk about something she hoped both of them would relate to.)
â..With the archangel? He didn't do anything. I cutted his hands and his throat, I tore his vocal chords and that.. star he had.. With.. Marmelade.. I-.. I burned them, I pierced their wing many times and left so many burns on them..â
*..She looked at the sword with horror, she remembered every detail she could after getting back conscious. She was not excited to talk, she was not having fun.*
Damn⊠Really, thatâs so cool. I havenât been even nearly as brutal as that before. Shit, I need to step up my game before you take my spot! HahaâŠ
(She didnât even recognise any signs of discomfort in Verchiel, because she was too busy being overjoyed at the news she was hearing.)
Oh thank fuck, that means I donât have to worry about giving you this announcement!
See, Tiger, I appreciate our fighting sessions a LOT, but⊠weâre gonna have to cut back on them. Sorry, kid. Too risky. My roommates are getting suspicious. The only reason Iâm here now is because they havenât figured out I kept the crate of alcohol in that one corner of the room, but whenever they do, I am, like, ultra FUCKED, dude. Itâll be spring in here by time I come back to you. Also, uhâŠ
(She points to the leg that got stabbed last time.)
Thatâs a bit of an inconvenience. Hey, donât feel guilty about that. You did EPIC! Youâre epic! Youâre so cool!
Which leads me to my next point.
You said you were gonna be by my side when Heaven falls, right? So, we might as well get to socialise and beâŠ. UhâŠ. Friends? I usually think having friends is dumb, but⊠I kinda like you. Youâre probably the only angel Iâve ever seen whoâs even remotely cool.
So, howâs that sound? We get to talk about everything! And you get to be stronger and stronger and pick fights in your own time. We donât even have to completely give up duelling! We just have to make it more low-key, or wait until the roommates stop getting their panties in a twist about it. You dig it, right? Right?
(She leans over to Verchiel. If she had eyes, theyâd be doing a puppy dog expression right now, but she doesnât, so she just looked⊠a little intimidating.)
(But now she realised something is off about Tiger. His words⊠his demeanour. The vibes were off.)
âŠBut, you donât really care? About fighting, Iâm guessing? You donât want to fight again? Why? Did you get horribly injured? You donât look injured to me.
(Thereâs no undertone of threat or anger. Not yet, at least. Just confusion. Sure, Verchiel might not have loved to fight at first, but why then would she have ended up fighting stupid Marmalade? Or an archangel? She definitely wasnât asked to. Well, he was told to fight Marmalade, but the archangel? That was all her. Surely, at some point, she started to realise just how alive one could be in the wake of violence? She was seeking a thrill, like he always liked to, right?)
(âŠActually, rewinding a couple of minutes to when Verchiel was describing his feats, she seemed apprehensive at best. I mean, yeah, she was a stutterer, but she almost came across like she was⊠scared to talk?)
Hey, youâre not keeping anything from me, are you? Tiger⊠what happened since we last saw each other?
(This time, there was an undertone of⊠something for sure.)
âI-.. I dont want to be like this! I am not him! I-.. fuck-.. Michael left me! Phanuel kicked me and hurt me! I-.. I shouldn't have ran away.. I shouldn't have-.. I-.. I am not a monster, I can still be normal.. I am not what you want me to be. That is not me.â
*She said with a high tone, was she scared or sad..? Maybe angry?.. It was impossible to tell..*
(She breathes in, hoping to cool the fires of anger igniting even just a little bit.)
Youâre not a monster. Tigers eat meat to sustain themselves, not because theyâre evil. Thereâs nothing wrong with picking fights with random people. Although, I gotta admit cutting and ripping out the throat of a random archangel is crazy, but like, theyâre an archangel. Archangels have done worse to strangers.
Michael and Phanuel didnât leave you because you were some kind of evil monster. Phanuel showed you his true colours, and Michael? Michael is a rubbish father at best and actively using you at worst. Because angels are scum, and archangels are even worse. Donât even get me started on the Seraphim people. Ya heard of Samyaza? People will let you get away with horrible crimes if youâre powerful enough. And by people I mean the council, and any archangel in tandem with them - which is pretty much all of them. Because, as I said, angels are scum.
You donât want to be ânormalâ because being ânormalâ in this world means being controlled. I donât want them to control you. I didnât fight tooth and nail to be here, reading about every single worry you had in your life JUST to come back and hear that youâve changed your mind. Like, the hell? I just asked if we could be the ultimate duo and youâre bringing this up?
*sigh* It must be one of those good for nothing angels⊠Iâll find whoâŠ
Tiger⊠I gave you your nickname for a reason. I wanted you to be fierce. Donât throw that away because you want to blend into this fuckass society, mkay?
âYou- You don't get it.. I don't want to fight them.. Yet some part of me forces me to, that part of me is not.. the real me.. I would never hurt anyone because I wanted to! I am an angel, and you are one too, correct? You-.. you can't say that..â
*She growled softly, her hands moving to hug herself, sighing and looking away..*
âWe can still be a duo! Just.. not fight with innocent people.. They didn't do anything. I-.. Don't you dare.â
Some part of you? What, do you have a⊠roommate too? No⊠maybe just an aspect of that you hate so much you claim it isnât you.
Look, face it, Tiger - the âreal youâ is a bullshit concept. Who is the real Verchiel? Who is the real Muriel? Who is the real Council? The real Father? How people view others is based on subjective crap.
The truth is that all parts of you are you. Even the parts you hate. Yes, thereâs a part of you that wants to hurt people. That part is you. The ârealâ you. And so is your soft wannabe pacifist self. Ideally, Iâd like you to completely abandon pacifism and be more willing be to violent, but⊠truth be told, I find the idea of you ripping out the vocal chords of a random angel crazy even for me. Plus, that will surely draw the Councilâs attention to you if you keep being that violent. So, maaaaaybe we need to tone it down a bit. Focus on control or something.
Except I canât help you with that. I donât have a âcontrolâ. My entire existence revolves around resisting control. That being said, you need to become more willing to fight âinnocentâ people, if not only because most angels arenât âinnocent peopleâ in the first place. I mean, we canât be the duo that takes down Heaven if youâre out here trying to defend the people perpetuating the suffering everyone goes through.
âŠI suppose I could teach you how to fight someone without shedding blood. That will have to be later, though.
As for that bit about us being angels⊠ugh, Iâve always hated calling myself an angel. I am an angel solely because of the body I inhabit. If not, I would be literally anything else. A shadow, a demon, a human - something along those lines. I donât really know what I am, only what body Iâm in and what body I want to be in. Like, for example, I want what Hellâs got going on with those crazy-looking forms. Spare some style for me, am I right?
And I gotta admit, I donât see you as an angel either. Well, you have some of the qualities, but youâre different. Maybe when weâre friends weâll eventually shed off all that âangelâ bullshit and be who we want to be. Because as much as you say donât want to be a âmonsterâ, I donât think you want to be the things Heaven assigned you to be either.
(Hearing Verchielâs threat, his stance shifted.)
H-howâd you hear that? I didnât even say that out loudâŠ
(He hesitates. Sure, she could try and fight, but it would be a horrible idea. But she wasnât exactly the best at de-escalating, either. Ugh, angels were as annoying as alwaysâŠ)
âEven if it's the real me, I can't control myself, that is not me, I would use it to fight who I really hate, not.. innocent angels, I would use it to fight The Council, and whoever dares to hurt my loved ones. But not Marmelade, nor that archangel. They didn't do anything.. And you-.. even if you aren't an angel you need to have empathy! You can't go.. killing everything because you want to!â
*She growled, her flames starting to darken, getting up from the floor.*
â..I am not a Power anymore, I will show everyone that I am better, but not because of anything, but because of my powers, because of my strength, I will use it to help them, like the Archangels do!â
Ight! First of all, I never told you to go around killing people. And whilst Iâm not necessarily against it, itâs not viable for you to be that aggressive without a specific target. I said so.
Secondly, neither of the âloved onesâ youâve mentioned are innocent. Iâve already told you that you can never trust archangels because of their ties to the council, but Marmalade? Stupid ass bird with a stupid ass name who bullied others, you included Tiger, and make you feel guilty over something that wasnât even your fault, and made you way too forgiving and dependent on them whilst they literally treated you like shit? What did they even do at that party? I know they did something. I saw an angel with a cracked helmet hastily run away from that wedding. The one where you got kidnapped. God knows what that idiot was plotting.
Anyway, baseline - Marmalade is not and will never be innocent. I donât understand why youâre so keen on that fucker. Are you, like, pfft, in love or something? Lmao!
(She chuckles awkwardly, as if that idea would be utterly absurd.)
Third, I donât need empathy. And Iâm absolutely not giving any to the fuckers who hurt me, or support the ones who hurt me. The day I do that, consider me truly dead.
Finally, you are doing the exact thing I DONâT want you to do! I want you to be strong, yes. I want you to show others that youâre better, yes. But for fuckâs sake, donât copy the Archangels! Theyâre the last people you should be learning from.
You want to use your powers to âhelpâ? You can help by burning Heaven to the ground. That is the only way you can truly help anyone. Anything else is you deluding yourself into thinking youâre helping. Iâve told you - that place is a shithole. It needs to go. There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING, good in Heaven!
(Her anger rises. Why is she so dumb? What part of her isnât getting through?!)
Do you want me to fight you, you dumb piece of shit?
*She stayed in silence, the flames of her wings darkening.. and darkening.. And-*
âYou. Can't. Control. Me. I will do whatever I want, let it be love my little dove, copy the archangels, or spare Heaven. You won't tell me what to do, are you listening me?! Now. FIGHT ME!!â
*A red aura surrounded her as her wings became totally black, she picked her sword and launched herself to the sky, giving Pepper an aerial kick before landing behind her, adopting a defensive position, positioning her sword in front of her, the flames of it now burning bright.*
(Aiming to stop the fight as soon as possible, she turns around and summons a spear, flinging it at Verchielâs head as she tries to fly out of range of another attack)
Is this what you want? Huh? Youâre too good for me, huh?
(âMy little doveâ? Shit, she was JOKING about him liking Marmalade, but there werenât a lot of other people who that could be referring to. Is that how far gone she was?)
*She growled at those words, loosing her mind completely as she kept attacking, she stopped the spear with her sword and launched herself back to the sky again, her wings splitting into six, looking like some kind of seraphim. She approached Pepper of the sky and tried to pierce her stomach, trying to make him feel the most pain possible..*
(He tried to dodge out of the way, but ends up nearly tripping on her bad leg, and not being able to avoid the piercing attack - though luckily, she managed to move out of the way enough to only suffer from a large cut. Rather than take any more chances, she teleported some metres behind Verchiel.)
I didnât teach you any of this! Why are your wings like that?
(Was it⊠that part? No, she was just pissy, wasnât she? Even then, were the wings really intentional?)
(Needing to act fast, he flung a bunch of holy spears. Not focusing on accuracy, just hoping at least a decent amount would hit where it hurt enough.)
The hell is your problem? I was trying to help you! Fuck, you are like the one person I vaguely give a shit about! Why pull all this bullshit now? Were you just lying to me all this time?
*The spears pierced her wings, they didn't seem to injury anything, but then one pierced her torso and sent her back to the ground, some blood poured from her helmet before she growled and launched herself back into the sky, she growled as she heard Pepper's words, that was bullshit, and that only angered her further. She went to Pepper at her maximum speed, putting the sword in front of herself so it would pierce her.*
*As she saw how Pepper was focusing more on talking and dodging, she started to focus more on attacking that defending. She tried to attack one of her shoulders by piercing it..*
(She manages to dodge it, and sends another spear towards Verchielâs wings.)
âŠDonât want to talk, huh?
(She had been contemplating fighting this whole time. He would risk getting serious injuries and being suppressed again, but truth be told, that was going to happen one way or another, wasnât it?)
Okay then, fight me, you fucker!
(She summons a bunch more spears. She has two objectives. First, get Verchiel pinned to the ground and unable to use her wings. Secondly, beat the shit outta him. At least, that approach would sustain him as few injuries as possible whilst still getting to punch. She hated the light weapons, after allâŠ)
*She somehow managed to dodge most of the spears, though one of the did get her to the ground, landing there and waiting for Pepper to land too so they would finally have a land fight, if they were going serious, she would absolutely prefer land than sky.*
*Verchiel didn't got time since she was in an attacking position and the spears pierced her, making her spit some blood, blood pouring from her helmet again as she fell to the ground.*
*She spitted even more blood, shaking and regaining consciousness as her wings became green again, she released the grip on her sword as her body twitched in pain. She tried to scream for Hell or Lucifer, or Bezaliel.. but nothing came from her mouth, only a sob.. it hurt so much..*
(No longer restraining herself, she went ham on her, punching her over and over and over and over and overâŠ.)
Are you happier now? Is Heaven so good that youâd throw everything away? All the help I gave you, my peaceful offer of friendship, because you wonât get over your stupid archangel daddies? Why would you listen to an archangel over me? Me! Was I stupid for thinking there are angels out there I can actually be friends with? Was IâŠ. HahahahahaâŠ
(Her punches were slowing down now. This⊠this was all stupid. A waste of his time. There are no good angels in Heaven. He should know that. How stupid was he? How stupidâŠ)
Somewhere in Fraud, Hells ears perked up, body going stiff. Lucifer, who had been talking about what they will do with the lighting in their newest play, noticed Hells strange behaviour immediately, shutting his mouth and tilting his head.
âLove, whats wr-â
âVERCHIEL IS IN DANGER.â
Lucifer flinched at the malice behind Hells voice. It was shockingly rare to hear from her, considering what he is.
âWait, what?!â Lucifer put the cap of the marker back on, wings puffing out. âWhere is she? Shes not hurt is she?â
Hell didnt respond right away, watching with quiet eyes everything that was happening. They didnt bother shifting its form to something else, staying in the form usually meant for Fraud before teleporting down, but not without saying âTREACHERY. PREPARE MEDICAL SUPPLIES.â
â
A heavy crack in the ice is heard behind Pepper as Hell, with their rapidly shifting colours, appears behind him, easily towering over her. Xe is tall in this form, being at least 8 feet tall with spider legs bringing them even taller than that, with swirling galaxies and stars as if it was made from space itself.
âQUIT YOUR OTIOSE BELLIGERENT.â Hell was no doubtably angry, the overlaying voices shouting and crying for this to end.
(Whatever. She lands one more punch before finally standing up, taking a deep breath in. God, she loved beating people up sometimes.)
(âŠA part of her pitied the mess he put Verchiel in. I mean, she didnât come here to fight. She actually wanted to be nice for once. But sometimes, nice is not what people want. Maybe he ought to do some first aid before he leaves-)
(Suddenly, there was a crack in the ice. Huh?)
(âQUIT YOUR OTIOSE BELLIGERENT.â What the hell did those words even mean?)
Hey, who in the Shakespeare do you-
(It doesnât take more than 2 seconds for Pepper to immediately figure out who this is, as the tall figure looms over him.)
H-holy shit! Hell! I donât think weâve ever gotten to speak face-to-face!
Aw, you think Iâm like humanity? Thatâs maybe the best thing Iâve ever heard today! I try real hard to unleash my cruelty to those who hurt me. Iâm sure you understand. I mean, youâre literally Hell, haha.
(He doesnât even seem to acknowledge the ribbons around her legs.)
Uh, I would debate that last part, though. I didnât come here to fight. In fact, I made it very clear that fighting was a bad idea, but TIGER over here decided that some other shit stain of an angel is better than me, and then refused to do anything other than fight when I tried speaking. What else could I do besides hit her in the face? And, stab her with holy spearsâŠ
âŠHey, those cuts will heal, right? Right?
(Strange. Was she⊠regretting a fight? Thatâs new.)
*Verchiel was currently choking on her own blood, choking sounds leaving her as she writhed wildly, clawing at the ground, at herself, at anything she could. She tried coughing, but her coughs were very aggresive. Sobs and choking sounds were the only thing she could do in that moment.*
âDO NOT THINK I WISH TO COMPLIMENT OR BEFRIEND YOU.â Hell speaks, eyes flicking over to Verchiel and finally taking in the full state hes in.
They really would have to train her.. it made a mental note to bring the idea up later.
âYOU HURT OTHERS YET DO NOT CONSIDER THE CONSEQUENCES. SHED BLOOD YET DONT REALIZE THE CUTS THAT MUST BE MADE TO DO SO. PATHETIC. NOTHING BUT POWER HUNGRY FOR PAIN AND TORMENT. AT LEAST I AM HONEST IN MY ART.â
âYOU MAY DEFEND YOURSELF, BUT YOU HAVE HURT MY DAUGHTER TO THE POINT OF COUGHING BLOOD. DO YOU TRULY BELIEVE I WOULD HAVE MERCY UPON YOU?â
Hell backed up, legs clicking against the ice, before using the ribbons around Peppers legs to drag them away, thankfully only a few feet away from Verchiel.
Look, the angels up there deserve my violence! Theyâre pieces of shit! Your daughter isâŠ
Wait a fucking minute. Your DAUGHTER?
(AâŠahaha⊠So, even Hell itself, whom up until this point Pepper had held in high esteem as the strongest opponent against the Father and all he stood for⊠cared for this one?)
(And Verchiel called for âmamaââŠ)
IâŠwhatâŠhow⊠HELLâŠ. gets on better with Tiger than⊠me? No. IâŠ
âŠWhy? What does everyone else have that I donât? An angel who likes HELL more than me but refuses to destroy Heaven? Wants to save Heaven? That doesnât make-
âŠWhy do I even care? I never care! Thatâs my whole reason. I exist to spite. To anger. To frustrate the people who thought Iâd be better off gone! Iâm not supposed to care! I just do things for my own entertainment.
Yeahhh, thatâs why! Iâm not supposed to care about others! Thatâs why this was such a mess! But⊠that doesnât explainâŠ
(She continues her confused rambling. About Verchiel, Michael, Phanuel, Lucifer, Marmalade⊠everyone she knows who has been in contact with Verchiel. Something doesnât add up in her mind and she canât figure out what.)
(Then, mid-ramble, she stops. It dawns on her - Hell itself, angry that heâs hurt someone it cares about, is dragging her away to do Hell knows what - literally.)
Wait wait wait- Youâre not gonna do shit to me because your stray basically begged to fight me, are you? I mean, thatâs not really fair. I-I can do some kinda first aid. I mean, I was thinking about it before you interrupted meâŠ
(ââŠIdiot. Liar. Betrayer. The Beast is correct. Accept your punishment, NOWNOWNOW.â)
Oh, shut up, you hunk of flesh.
(She didnât bother use her inside voice. Too much was going on inside of there.)
*Verchiel was still struggling to breathe, choking and clawing at the air, floor, herself.. she couldn't breathe, and she started writhing even more, shaking heavily and clawing at her throat, tears falling from her eyes, she couldn't end like this.*
Lucifers voice pierced through the chaos, medkit in hand as he ran towards his son. His wings were puffed up, raised as he slid across the ice on his knees besides Verchy. He barely even reacted as harsh bumps in the ice cut up his knees, he only cared for his daughter.
âOh no. Oh nononononon.. y-youâre okay Verchiel.. youâre gonna be okay.â Lucifer carefully sat Verchiel up, patting her back gently to help cough up the blood rather than having it go down his throat.
âCough it up sweetheart, itâll hurt but itâll help.â The fallen angels voice is calming, almost like a soft lullaby as he speaks. With his other set of arms, he lifts Verchies helmet above her mouth but not off entirely.
âI MAY HATE THE FATHER BUT I DO NOT HATE THE ANGELS. IN THE SAME WAY MANY HATE THEIR GOVERNMENT BUT NOT THE PEOPLE. THE KING BUT NOT THE COUNTRY. YOU ARE TRULY MISINFORMED ON ME.â Hell speaks, stopping its dragging once Pepper is a few feet away from Verchiel. Its spider legs kept him trapped under xem, it could deal with Pepper later, for now Verchiel didnt need all this chaos.
âGOD STOOD FOR WANTING POWER IN ANY WAY HE COULD ACHIEVE IT, EVEN IF IT MEANT CASTING OUT HIS MOST PRECIOUS ANGEL. EVEN IF IT MEANT TORTURING THE BEING HE CREATED FOR VIOLENCE AND DESTRUCTION BECAUSE IT WAS NOT DOING IT RIGHT. HE STOOD FOR INFINITE PUNISHMENT FOR FINITE CRIMES, ABUSING HIS CREATIONS, NOT STEPPING IN WHEN HE EASILY COULD. I DO NOT STAND FOR ANY OF THAT. WHAT YOU THINK I STAND FOR IS QUITE THE OPPOSITE, YOU STAND WITH GOD.â
Then weâre misinformed on each other, it seems. Iâm not looking for power. If I wanted power, I wouldnât waste my time wrecking havoc in Heaven, Iâd just be a teacherâs pet and a horrible snitch to the Council. Iâm sure theyâre itching for more executions.
I want vengeance. I stand for vengeance and fury, because Heaven doesnât want that. They want you to be compliant and quiet. Besides, the people who wield power in Heaven are dickheads. The same dickheads who pushed me towards vengeance in the first place. Whyâd I wanna be like them?
And I sure as hell am NOT on the Fatherâs side. That guy tried to kill me for all my unruliness. Thatâs why I do what I do. I have to become everything Heaven didnât want me to become. Thatâs the only way.
(âThe only way I can be free.â She muttered in her head, but refused to say out loud. Freedom - a concept she had longed for yearsâŠ.)
âŠFor the record, I donât normally go around stabbing people. Today was just⊠an odd day.
Hey, but âŠwhy donât you hate angels more, though? All the angels up there talk shit about you. Why wouldnât you hate them?
*Verchiel was finally able to vomit all the blood on her throat, it was.. a lot. She was still shaking but she quickly went to hug Lucifer, sobbing as she tried to hide, she was bleeding a lot, the holy spears hurt more than expected.*
âJUST BECAUSE ONES GOVERNMENT IS CORRUPT DOES NOT MEAN THE ENTIRE SOCIETY IS.â Hell points out, voice slowly growing more collected as they almost reach a flow state of arguing and debating.
âAND JUST BECAUSE YOU DONT EMBODY HIS VALUES DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE NOT JUST LIKE HIM, ANGEL.â They speak again, occasionally glancing up at Lucifer and Verchiel.
âMANY ANGELS ARE KIND. MANY APPRECIATE ART AND VIOLENCE IN COMFORTABLE WAYS. MANY DONT REALIZE IM TRULY ALIVE. I CANNOT BLAME THEM FOR THAT VIEW OF ME.â They explain, eyes locked onto Lucifer as he hugs Verchiel with one set of arms, the others slowly beginning to clean the blood from the wounds across her body with some paper towel.
âGOD HAS MADE THEM BELIEVE I AM WHAT I AM NOT. THAT I SIMPLY WISH FOR VIOLENCE AND NOT TRUE ART AND BEAUTY THAT COMES WITH BLOOD SHED. HE CONVINCED EVERYONE THAT LUCIFER WAS A REBEL. AN ANGEL WHO WANTED TO DESTROY HEAVEN. TAKE IT AS HIS OWN AND DECLARE HIMSELF KING DESPITE HIM BEING THE KINDEST AMONST THE ANGELS.â
âI DO NOT BLAME THE ANGELS. I BLAME GOD FOR THIS BRAINWASHING. THE ANGELS ARE SIMPLY VICTIMS OF THIS CYCLE.â
Lucifers wings drooped at the mention of what God and the council made him out to be, but he knew Hell was making a point and didnt bother to interrupt. Plus, Verchiel needed him more.
âI know Verchiel.. everything is gonna be okay though, alright? It will only hurt for a little while, not forever. Ill make sure of it.â Lucifer placed a gentle kiss to Verchiels helmets head, letting her go and opening the medkit. Using the alcohol wipes he began to clean the wounds properly this time, holding her hand throughout.
(He was in the same spot in Treachery, as per usual. Although, there was something else on her mind this time.)
(..Very rarely did she ever âfeelâ. As in, feeling emotions. She cast that side of her the moment she became the strong being she was today. Well, not strong enough to beat a Power, apparently, but she couldnât bring herself to hate Verchiel over something THAT petty. Besides, he was always fighting at a disadvantage, thanks to the stupid alcohol. Were he not inhibited, the fights would have been a breeze.)
(But that wasnât the point of the fights in the first place, was it? The point was to transform that angel into the tiger she was supposed to be. The tiger he deserved to be. After their last fight, Pepper was pretty sure she wouldnât have to worry much about whether Verchiel was strong enough or not. Though, of course, she could always take drastic measures if need be.)
(Alas, that fight was going to be their last for a while. He took a brief moment to examine his healing wounds. Burns that would probably never fully heal. A limp that was still obvious. No state for a fight. But there were more pressing issues than merely being injured that would stop the fights from being viable, unfortunately.)
(More importantly, there were these âfeelsâ that she would need to sort out. He already had a rough idea of what those âfeelsâ might mean. After all, she felt the same way all those years ago back when he actually felt like making friendsâŠ)
(âŠOkay, enough thinking about feels. He didnât want to remember that.)
(âŠ)
(How long had he been waiting?)
@facets-of-the-father
*Verchiel was in the snow, her sword was in her hands, she was seeing herself on the reflection of the blade, his hands were shaking a bit, yet.. the thoughts going through her mind were.. maybe too much.. she was glad she learned how to hide some of her emotions.. She didn't see Pepper.. she didn't hear any footsteps.. Her wings were green and low flames..*
Doesnât matter, because Iâve been aching to hear how youâve gotten on since our last training session! Won any fights? Bested any idiots? Or have you just been waltzing around the snow, Tiger?
*Her voice was low, she regretted it.. she regretted everything that happened. Her hands gripping the blade, if they were real, she would be already bleeding..*
âŠHoly shit, well done, Tiger! I didnât know you were that eager to fight. And an archangel on top of that?
Soooo, how did the fight go?
(Thereâs genuine excitement in his voice. She really wanted to be able to just⊠have a fun little talk about something she hoped both of them would relate to.)
â..With the archangel? He didn't do anything. I cutted his hands and his throat, I tore his vocal chords and that.. star he had.. With.. Marmelade.. I-.. I burned them, I pierced their wing many times and left so many burns on them..â
*..She looked at the sword with horror, she remembered every detail she could after getting back conscious. She was not excited to talk, she was not having fun.*
Damn⊠Really, thatâs so cool. I havenât been even nearly as brutal as that before. Shit, I need to step up my game before you take my spot! HahaâŠ
(She didnât even recognise any signs of discomfort in Verchiel, because she was too busy being overjoyed at the news she was hearing.)
Oh thank fuck, that means I donât have to worry about giving you this announcement!
See, Tiger, I appreciate our fighting sessions a LOT, but⊠weâre gonna have to cut back on them. Sorry, kid. Too risky. My roommates are getting suspicious. The only reason Iâm here now is because they havenât figured out I kept the crate of alcohol in that one corner of the room, but whenever they do, I am, like, ultra FUCKED, dude. Itâll be spring in here by time I come back to you. Also, uhâŠ
(She points to the leg that got stabbed last time.)
Thatâs a bit of an inconvenience. Hey, donât feel guilty about that. You did EPIC! Youâre epic! Youâre so cool!
Which leads me to my next point.
You said you were gonna be by my side when Heaven falls, right? So, we might as well get to socialise and beâŠ. UhâŠ. Friends? I usually think having friends is dumb, but⊠I kinda like you. Youâre probably the only angel Iâve ever seen whoâs even remotely cool.
So, howâs that sound? We get to talk about everything! And you get to be stronger and stronger and pick fights in your own time. We donât even have to completely give up duelling! We just have to make it more low-key, or wait until the roommates stop getting their panties in a twist about it. You dig it, right? Right?
(She leans over to Verchiel. If she had eyes, theyâd be doing a puppy dog expression right now, but she doesnât, so she just looked⊠a little intimidating.)
(But now she realised something is off about Tiger. His words⊠his demeanour. The vibes were off.)
âŠBut, you donât really care? About fighting, Iâm guessing? You donât want to fight again? Why? Did you get horribly injured? You donât look injured to me.
(Thereâs no undertone of threat or anger. Not yet, at least. Just confusion. Sure, Verchiel might not have loved to fight at first, but why then would she have ended up fighting stupid Marmalade? Or an archangel? She definitely wasnât asked to. Well, he was told to fight Marmalade, but the archangel? That was all her. Surely, at some point, she started to realise just how alive one could be in the wake of violence? She was seeking a thrill, like he always liked to, right?)
(âŠActually, rewinding a couple of minutes to when Verchiel was describing his feats, she seemed apprehensive at best. I mean, yeah, she was a stutterer, but she almost came across like she was⊠scared to talk?)
Hey, youâre not keeping anything from me, are you? Tiger⊠what happened since we last saw each other?
(This time, there was an undertone of⊠something for sure.)
âI-.. I dont want to be like this! I am not him! I-.. fuck-.. Michael left me! Phanuel kicked me and hurt me! I-.. I shouldn't have ran away.. I shouldn't have-.. I-.. I am not a monster, I can still be normal.. I am not what you want me to be. That is not me.â
*She said with a high tone, was she scared or sad..? Maybe angry?.. It was impossible to tell..*
(She breathes in, hoping to cool the fires of anger igniting even just a little bit.)
Youâre not a monster. Tigers eat meat to sustain themselves, not because theyâre evil. Thereâs nothing wrong with picking fights with random people. Although, I gotta admit cutting and ripping out the throat of a random archangel is crazy, but like, theyâre an archangel. Archangels have done worse to strangers.
Michael and Phanuel didnât leave you because you were some kind of evil monster. Phanuel showed you his true colours, and Michael? Michael is a rubbish father at best and actively using you at worst. Because angels are scum, and archangels are even worse. Donât even get me started on the Seraphim people. Ya heard of Samyaza? People will let you get away with horrible crimes if youâre powerful enough. And by people I mean the council, and any archangel in tandem with them - which is pretty much all of them. Because, as I said, angels are scum.
You donât want to be ânormalâ because being ânormalâ in this world means being controlled. I donât want them to control you. I didnât fight tooth and nail to be here, reading about every single worry you had in your life JUST to come back and hear that youâve changed your mind. Like, the hell? I just asked if we could be the ultimate duo and youâre bringing this up?
*sigh* It must be one of those good for nothing angels⊠Iâll find whoâŠ
Tiger⊠I gave you your nickname for a reason. I wanted you to be fierce. Donât throw that away because you want to blend into this fuckass society, mkay?
âYou- You don't get it.. I don't want to fight them.. Yet some part of me forces me to, that part of me is not.. the real me.. I would never hurt anyone because I wanted to! I am an angel, and you are one too, correct? You-.. you can't say that..â
*She growled softly, her hands moving to hug herself, sighing and looking away..*
âWe can still be a duo! Just.. not fight with innocent people.. They didn't do anything. I-.. Don't you dare.â
Some part of you? What, do you have a⊠roommate too? No⊠maybe just an aspect of that you hate so much you claim it isnât you.
Look, face it, Tiger - the âreal youâ is a bullshit concept. Who is the real Verchiel? Who is the real Muriel? Who is the real Council? The real Father? How people view others is based on subjective crap.
The truth is that all parts of you are you. Even the parts you hate. Yes, thereâs a part of you that wants to hurt people. That part is you. The ârealâ you. And so is your soft wannabe pacifist self. Ideally, Iâd like you to completely abandon pacifism and be more willing be to violent, but⊠truth be told, I find the idea of you ripping out the vocal chords of a random angel crazy even for me. Plus, that will surely draw the Councilâs attention to you if you keep being that violent. So, maaaaaybe we need to tone it down a bit. Focus on control or something.
Except I canât help you with that. I donât have a âcontrolâ. My entire existence revolves around resisting control. That being said, you need to become more willing to fight âinnocentâ people, if not only because most angels arenât âinnocent peopleâ in the first place. I mean, we canât be the duo that takes down Heaven if youâre out here trying to defend the people perpetuating the suffering everyone goes through.
âŠI suppose I could teach you how to fight someone without shedding blood. That will have to be later, though.
As for that bit about us being angels⊠ugh, Iâve always hated calling myself an angel. I am an angel solely because of the body I inhabit. If not, I would be literally anything else. A shadow, a demon, a human - something along those lines. I donât really know what I am, only what body Iâm in and what body I want to be in. Like, for example, I want what Hellâs got going on with those crazy-looking forms. Spare some style for me, am I right?
And I gotta admit, I donât see you as an angel either. Well, you have some of the qualities, but youâre different. Maybe when weâre friends weâll eventually shed off all that âangelâ bullshit and be who we want to be. Because as much as you say donât want to be a âmonsterâ, I donât think you want to be the things Heaven assigned you to be either.
(Hearing Verchielâs threat, his stance shifted.)
H-howâd you hear that? I didnât even say that out loudâŠ
(He hesitates. Sure, she could try and fight, but it would be a horrible idea. But she wasnât exactly the best at de-escalating, either. Ugh, angels were as annoying as alwaysâŠ)
âEven if it's the real me, I can't control myself, that is not me, I would use it to fight who I really hate, not.. innocent angels, I would use it to fight The Council, and whoever dares to hurt my loved ones. But not Marmelade, nor that archangel. They didn't do anything.. And you-.. even if you aren't an angel you need to have empathy! You can't go.. killing everything because you want to!â
*She growled, her flames starting to darken, getting up from the floor.*
â..I am not a Power anymore, I will show everyone that I am better, but not because of anything, but because of my powers, because of my strength, I will use it to help them, like the Archangels do!â
Ight! First of all, I never told you to go around killing people. And whilst Iâm not necessarily against it, itâs not viable for you to be that aggressive without a specific target. I said so.
Secondly, neither of the âloved onesâ youâve mentioned are innocent. Iâve already told you that you can never trust archangels because of their ties to the council, but Marmalade? Stupid ass bird with a stupid ass name who bullied others, you included Tiger, and make you feel guilty over something that wasnât even your fault, and made you way too forgiving and dependent on them whilst they literally treated you like shit? What did they even do at that party? I know they did something. I saw an angel with a cracked helmet hastily run away from that wedding. The one where you got kidnapped. God knows what that idiot was plotting.
Anyway, baseline - Marmalade is not and will never be innocent. I donât understand why youâre so keen on that fucker. Are you, like, pfft, in love or something? Lmao!
(She chuckles awkwardly, as if that idea would be utterly absurd.)
Third, I donât need empathy. And Iâm absolutely not giving any to the fuckers who hurt me, or support the ones who hurt me. The day I do that, consider me truly dead.
Finally, you are doing the exact thing I DONâT want you to do! I want you to be strong, yes. I want you to show others that youâre better, yes. But for fuckâs sake, donât copy the Archangels! Theyâre the last people you should be learning from.
You want to use your powers to âhelpâ? You can help by burning Heaven to the ground. That is the only way you can truly help anyone. Anything else is you deluding yourself into thinking youâre helping. Iâve told you - that place is a shithole. It needs to go. There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING, good in Heaven!
(Her anger rises. Why is she so dumb? What part of her isnât getting through?!)
Do you want me to fight you, you dumb piece of shit?
*She stayed in silence, the flames of her wings darkening.. and darkening.. And-*
âYou. Can't. Control. Me. I will do whatever I want, let it be love my little dove, copy the archangels, or spare Heaven. You won't tell me what to do, are you listening me?! Now. FIGHT ME!!â
*A red aura surrounded her as her wings became totally black, she picked her sword and launched herself to the sky, giving Pepper an aerial kick before landing behind her, adopting a defensive position, positioning her sword in front of her, the flames of it now burning bright.*
(Aiming to stop the fight as soon as possible, she turns around and summons a spear, flinging it at Verchielâs head as she tries to fly out of range of another attack)
Is this what you want? Huh? Youâre too good for me, huh?
(âMy little doveâ? Shit, she was JOKING about him liking Marmalade, but there werenât a lot of other people who that could be referring to. Is that how far gone she was?)
*She growled at those words, loosing her mind completely as she kept attacking, she stopped the spear with her sword and launched herself back to the sky again, her wings splitting into six, looking like some kind of seraphim. She approached Pepper of the sky and tried to pierce her stomach, trying to make him feel the most pain possible..*
(He tried to dodge out of the way, but ends up nearly tripping on her bad leg, and not being able to avoid the piercing attack - though luckily, she managed to move out of the way enough to only suffer from a large cut. Rather than take any more chances, she teleported some metres behind Verchiel.)
I didnât teach you any of this! Why are your wings like that?
(Was it⊠that part? No, she was just pissy, wasnât she? Even then, were the wings really intentional?)
(Needing to act fast, he flung a bunch of holy spears. Not focusing on accuracy, just hoping at least a decent amount would hit where it hurt enough.)
The hell is your problem? I was trying to help you! Fuck, you are like the one person I vaguely give a shit about! Why pull all this bullshit now? Were you just lying to me all this time?
*The spears pierced her wings, they didn't seem to injury anything, but then one pierced her torso and sent her back to the ground, some blood poured from her helmet before she growled and launched herself back into the sky, she growled as she heard Pepper's words, that was bullshit, and that only angered her further. She went to Pepper at her maximum speed, putting the sword in front of herself so it would pierce her.*
*As she saw how Pepper was focusing more on talking and dodging, she started to focus more on attacking that defending. She tried to attack one of her shoulders by piercing it..*
(She manages to dodge it, and sends another spear towards Verchielâs wings.)
âŠDonât want to talk, huh?
(She had been contemplating fighting this whole time. He would risk getting serious injuries and being suppressed again, but truth be told, that was going to happen one way or another, wasnât it?)
Okay then, fight me, you fucker!
(She summons a bunch more spears. She has two objectives. First, get Verchiel pinned to the ground and unable to use her wings. Secondly, beat the shit outta him. At least, that approach would sustain him as few injuries as possible whilst still getting to punch. She hated the light weapons, after allâŠ)
*She somehow managed to dodge most of the spears, though one of the did get her to the ground, landing there and waiting for Pepper to land too so they would finally have a land fight, if they were going serious, she would absolutely prefer land than sky.*
*Verchiel didn't got time since she was in an attacking position and the spears pierced her, making her spit some blood, blood pouring from her helmet again as she fell to the ground.*
*She spitted even more blood, shaking and regaining consciousness as her wings became green again, she released the grip on her sword as her body twitched in pain. She tried to scream for Hell or Lucifer, or Bezaliel.. but nothing came from her mouth, only a sob.. it hurt so much..*
(No longer restraining herself, she went ham on her, punching her over and over and over and over and overâŠ.)
Are you happier now? Is Heaven so good that youâd throw everything away? All the help I gave you, my peaceful offer of friendship, because you wonât get over your stupid archangel daddies? Why would you listen to an archangel over me? Me! Was I stupid for thinking there are angels out there I can actually be friends with? Was IâŠ. HahahahahaâŠ
(Her punches were slowing down now. This⊠this was all stupid. A waste of his time. There are no good angels in Heaven. He should know that. How stupid was he? How stupidâŠ)
Somewhere in Fraud, Hells ears perked up, body going stiff. Lucifer, who had been talking about what they will do with the lighting in their newest play, noticed Hells strange behaviour immediately, shutting his mouth and tilting his head.
âLove, whats wr-â
âVERCHIEL IS IN DANGER.â
Lucifer flinched at the malice behind Hells voice. It was shockingly rare to hear from her, considering what he is.
âWait, what?!â Lucifer put the cap of the marker back on, wings puffing out. âWhere is she? Shes not hurt is she?â
Hell didnt respond right away, watching with quiet eyes everything that was happening. They didnt bother shifting its form to something else, staying in the form usually meant for Fraud before teleporting down, but not without saying âTREACHERY. PREPARE MEDICAL SUPPLIES.â
â
A heavy crack in the ice is heard behind Pepper as Hell, with their rapidly shifting colours, appears behind him, easily towering over her. Xe is tall in this form, being at least 8 feet tall with spider legs bringing them even taller than that, with swirling galaxies and stars as if it was made from space itself.
âQUIT YOUR OTIOSE BELLIGERENT.â Hell was no doubtably angry, the overlaying voices shouting and crying for this to end.
(Whatever. She lands one more punch before finally standing up, taking a deep breath in. God, she loved beating people up sometimes.)
(âŠA part of her pitied the mess he put Verchiel in. I mean, she didnât come here to fight. She actually wanted to be nice for once. But sometimes, nice is not what people want. Maybe he ought to do some first aid before he leaves-)
(Suddenly, there was a crack in the ice. Huh?)
(âQUIT YOUR OTIOSE BELLIGERENT.â What the hell did those words even mean?)
Hey, who in the Shakespeare do you-
(It doesnât take more than 2 seconds for Pepper to immediately figure out who this is, as the tall figure looms over him.)
H-holy shit! Hell! I donât think weâve ever gotten to speak face-to-face!
Aw, you think Iâm like humanity? Thatâs maybe the best thing Iâve ever heard today! I try real hard to unleash my cruelty to those who hurt me. Iâm sure you understand. I mean, youâre literally Hell, haha.
(He doesnât even seem to acknowledge the ribbons around her legs.)
Uh, I would debate that last part, though. I didnât come here to fight. In fact, I made it very clear that fighting was a bad idea, but TIGER over here decided that some other shit stain of an angel is better than me, and then refused to do anything other than fight when I tried speaking. What else could I do besides hit her in the face? And, stab her with holy spearsâŠ
âŠHey, those cuts will heal, right? Right?
(Strange. Was she⊠regretting a fight? Thatâs new.)
*Verchiel was currently choking on her own blood, choking sounds leaving her as she writhed wildly, clawing at the ground, at herself, at anything she could. She tried coughing, but her coughs were very aggresive. Sobs and choking sounds were the only thing she could do in that moment.*
âDO NOT THINK I WISH TO COMPLIMENT OR BEFRIEND YOU.â Hell speaks, eyes flicking over to Verchiel and finally taking in the full state hes in.
They really would have to train her.. it made a mental note to bring the idea up later.
âYOU HURT OTHERS YET DO NOT CONSIDER THE CONSEQUENCES. SHED BLOOD YET DONT REALIZE THE CUTS THAT MUST BE MADE TO DO SO. PATHETIC. NOTHING BUT POWER HUNGRY FOR PAIN AND TORMENT. AT LEAST I AM HONEST IN MY ART.â
âYOU MAY DEFEND YOURSELF, BUT YOU HAVE HURT MY DAUGHTER TO THE POINT OF COUGHING BLOOD. DO YOU TRULY BELIEVE I WOULD HAVE MERCY UPON YOU?â
Hell backed up, legs clicking against the ice, before using the ribbons around Peppers legs to drag them away, thankfully only a few feet away from Verchiel.
Look, the angels up there deserve my violence! Theyâre pieces of shit! Your daughter isâŠ
Wait a fucking minute. Your DAUGHTER?
(AâŠahaha⊠So, even Hell itself, whom up until this point Pepper had held in high esteem as the strongest opponent against the Father and all he stood for⊠cared for this one?)
(And Verchiel called for âmamaââŠ)
IâŠwhatâŠhow⊠HELLâŠ. gets on better with Tiger than⊠me? No. IâŠ
âŠWhy? What does everyone else have that I donât? An angel who likes HELL more than me but refuses to destroy Heaven? Wants to save Heaven? That doesnât make-
âŠWhy do I even care? I never care! Thatâs my whole reason. I exist to spite. To anger. To frustrate the people who thought Iâd be better off gone! Iâm not supposed to care! I just do things for my own entertainment.
Yeahhh, thatâs why! Iâm not supposed to care about others! Thatâs why this was such a mess! But⊠that doesnât explainâŠ
(She continues her confused rambling. About Verchiel, Michael, Phanuel, Lucifer, Marmalade⊠everyone she knows who has been in contact with Verchiel. Something doesnât add up in her mind and she canât figure out what.)
(Then, mid-ramble, she stops. It dawns on her - Hell itself, angry that heâs hurt someone it cares about, is dragging her away to do Hell knows what - literally.)
Wait wait wait- Youâre not gonna do shit to me because your stray basically begged to fight me, are you? I mean, thatâs not really fair. I-I can do some kinda first aid. I mean, I was thinking about it before you interrupted meâŠ
(ââŠIdiot. Liar. Betrayer. The Beast is correct. Accept your punishment, NOWNOWNOW.â)
Oh, shut up, you hunk of flesh.
(She didnât bother use her inside voice. Too much was going on inside of there.)
*Verchiel was still struggling to breathe, choking and clawing at the air, floor, herself.. she couldn't breathe, and she started writhing even more, shaking heavily and clawing at her throat, tears falling from her eyes, she couldn't end like this.*
Lucifers voice pierced through the chaos, medkit in hand as he ran towards his son. His wings were puffed up, raised as he slid across the ice on his knees besides Verchy. He barely even reacted as harsh bumps in the ice cut up his knees, he only cared for his daughter.
âOh no. Oh nononononon.. y-youâre okay Verchiel.. youâre gonna be okay.â Lucifer carefully sat Verchiel up, patting her back gently to help cough up the blood rather than having it go down his throat.
âCough it up sweetheart, itâll hurt but itâll help.â The fallen angels voice is calming, almost like a soft lullaby as he speaks. With his other set of arms, he lifts Verchies helmet above her mouth but not off entirely.
âI MAY HATE THE FATHER BUT I DO NOT HATE THE ANGELS. IN THE SAME WAY MANY HATE THEIR GOVERNMENT BUT NOT THE PEOPLE. THE KING BUT NOT THE COUNTRY. YOU ARE TRULY MISINFORMED ON ME.â Hell speaks, stopping its dragging once Pepper is a few feet away from Verchiel. Its spider legs kept him trapped under xem, it could deal with Pepper later, for now Verchiel didnt need all this chaos.
âGOD STOOD FOR WANTING POWER IN ANY WAY HE COULD ACHIEVE IT, EVEN IF IT MEANT CASTING OUT HIS MOST PRECIOUS ANGEL. EVEN IF IT MEANT TORTURING THE BEING HE CREATED FOR VIOLENCE AND DESTRUCTION BECAUSE IT WAS NOT DOING IT RIGHT. HE STOOD FOR INFINITE PUNISHMENT FOR FINITE CRIMES, ABUSING HIS CREATIONS, NOT STEPPING IN WHEN HE EASILY COULD. I DO NOT STAND FOR ANY OF THAT. WHAT YOU THINK I STAND FOR IS QUITE THE OPPOSITE, YOU STAND WITH GOD.â
*It was a really cold day in Treachery, well.. it always was, but to Verchiel it was different, she was cuddling on the couch of Hell's house, gripping herself with enough force to leave marks on her own being, if it wasn't for the clothes Lucifer gave her she would have already done some injuries to herself. She was comfortable, yet.. she was scared, of herself, of hurting everyone.. of her true self. She had Graphiel's mask on, she didn't tell Luci nor Hell about what happened, she.. didn't want to tell anyone at all, she didn't want to loose them too..*
[ - @hells-little-lamb ]
Hell slowly walked into the room, their floral Limbo form being used as to not scare Verchiel. Hell still didnt know much about the little angel, so rather than using her form that was specific to treachery with frozen blood covering its entire head, it decides Limbo might be better fit. The floral aroma gave the warm home an even cozier atmosphere, the freshly baked cookies adding even more to that.
âC O O K I E S. L U C I F E R. H A S. B E E N. O N. A. B A K I N G. S P R E E. R E C E N T L Y.â Hell signed with one arm, the other holding the plate and setting it down on the table.
Lucifer could be heard in the kitchen, an unfamiliar band playing some music as he quietly sang along while he prepared some other form of sweets.
*She looked at the cookies, slowly moving her gaze to Hell, then she reached for one cookie, slipping it beneath her helmet and eating it slowly.. Then, she looked at Hell again.*
â..These are so good..â
*She purred, her wings fluttering softly, she wanted to cuddle and forget everything, yet she didn't tell Hell.. She wanted xer to notice or do as xe wants.. The distant singing was also comfortable.. she could barely hear it but it was confortable anyways..*
â..I-.. Can I-.. take this off..?â
*She said, her hands going to the helmet she was wearing, it was so much different from hers.. Pointy, more metallic..*
Hell tilts their head, slightly confused at the need to ask, but does slowly nod.
âT H E R E. I S. N O. N E E D. T O. R E Q U E S T. T H A T. O F. A N Y B O D Y.â Hell signs, sitting beside Verchiel. âD O. A S. Y O U. W I S H. W I T H I N. R E A S O N.â it adds, grabbing the tv remote and turning the tv on in hopes to find something to watch. She kept in mind to not put on something too intense just in case, maybe an older movie would be best.
*As soon as she sees Hell sitting beside her, she moves to her lap, purring as she cuddled, taking of the helmet, revealing her wing covered face and her torn lamb-like ears.. she tried to hide her face, putting it against Hell..*
*She watched the tv, her ears (or what was left of them) twitched softly at the volume..*
âCan you.. lower the volume.. please?â
*It seemed like her ears were sensitive, well they were bleeding in that moment..*
Hell nodded, turning down the volume until it was just barely heard over Lucifers music and singing. The movie itself was some cheesy black and white horror film with bad SFX and even worse jumpscares. Hell occasionally giggled at the poor attempt at scares, one arm hugging around Verchiels back while the other preened her wings, xer own head laying gently on top of hers.
Flower petals occasionally glided down from Hells form, new flowers beginning to grow in older ones places. They smelt very floral, like a flower field on a warm summers day.
Occasionally they would steal a cookie from the plate, bringing it to his mouth covered by their hair and eating it in one bite, purring softly at the warm taste. They were still warm, fresh out of the oven.
*Sometimes she also took some of the cookies, bitting it slowly and paying attention to the tv, smiling when she noticed how bad the movie was.. giggling even, but lowly. She felt so safe.. the warmth, the gentle touches and even the petals.. they were enough to make her feel like home..*
Hell turns to the angel in its arms, finally looking at his face.
âI N Q U I R E. M Y. L A M B.â Hell signs, turning back to the tv. It didnt want to stare for too long, not wanting to make Verchiel uncomfortable.
Hell knows what its like to be afraid of showing your face, of the backlash that could come with that. Xe knows that all too well.
âCan I.. call you papa.. or mama?.. I-.. I feel.. so safe..â
*She asked, her gaze rising to look at xer, even if she was afraid.. she didn't feel so.. afraid with him, for some reason.. She was still purring, lowly, but it never stopped.. making her know she was comfortable, very comfortable.*
Hell pauses for a moment, stunned, before nodding slowly.
They couldnt help but remember Gods words to them, how it would never be worthy of love or a family. She was created to torture, to hurt, it was never created with love in mind. But.. they have a family now, a partner and a child (thats what Verchiel was to them, they knew that now. He was Hells child, even if not biologically.) and people that cared for them.
It had finally proved God wrong. Xe felt pride well up in his chest at that idea.
Hell shakes his head, it wasnt even a question they had to think about.
âN O T. A T. A L L.â Hell signs. âI. W O U L D. B E. H Y P O C R I T I C A L. I F. I. D I D.â They added, before nervously signing âY O U. A R E. T H E. C H I L D. I. N E V E R. H A D. M Y. L A M B. . . I. W O U L D. N E V E R. L E A V E. Y O U.â
âB-But-.. I-.. left my other father, Michael-.. and-.. Phanuel hurt me... I.. Do I-I deserve this?.. Do I deserve anything, mama..? I hurt everyone..â
*She started sobbing, hugging Hell.. she felt comfortable yet the thoughts kept haunting her, everything haunted her.. Michael, Phanuel, that day where they met.. Marmelade, Pepper.. the day when she became a monster.. Bezaliel..*
Hell looks down at Verchiel, other arm coming to wrap around her.
âYOU ARE KINDER THAN YOU GIVE YOURSELF CREDIT FOR.â Hell finally decides to use his voice, hoping itll get their point across better. It keeps their voice down as to not hurt Verchiels ears, just barely above a whisper.
âYOU ACT OUT OF FEAR AND SELF DEFENCE, THAT IS NOT A PUNISHABLE OFFENCE. YOU DO WHAT YOU NEED TO JUST TO SURVIVE, TO LIVE AND THRIVE. THAT TAKES MORE STRENGTH THAN YOU MAY REALIZE.â
âJUST BECAUSE YOU HURT OTHERS DOES NOT MEAN IT IS WRONG. SOME TIMES YOU DO IT FOR GOOD, OTHER TIMES ITS TO HURT THOSE THAT TRY AND HURT YOU. BOTH ARE VALID REASONS FOR ATTACK AND BOTH ARE NOT TO BE SHAMED. I HAVE HURT MANY DUE TO MY NATURE AS WELL. I HAVE SAID AND DONE THINGS I REGRET, YET I STILL HAVE YOU AND LUCIFER TO CARE FOR ME. ONE IS NOT DEFINED BY THE HARM THEY CAUSE AS LONG AS THAT HARM IS WITHIN REASON.â
âWHATEVER YOUR REASONS MAY BE, YOU ARE NOT TO BLAME. YOU ARE DESERVING OF EVERY BIT OF LOVE ME AND LUCIFER HOLD FOR YOU MY LAMB. THAT AND SO MUCH MORE.â
Hells fingers gently brush through the angels hair, intertwining with the strands and brushing out any extra knots, being sure to be careful.
âB-But-.. Papa.. I-.. Some part of me tries to look like him.. like Graphiel.. that part of me is only hatred.. it does not care.. It just wants to hurt.. I almost kill one of my friends.. and I almost kill an archangel, and another of my parental figures.. I hurt them.. yet I don't know why.. I don't want to.. I swear-.. N-now Michael doesn't want to see me..â
*She kept sobbing.. the pets were really comforting.. and they helped, but Hell didn't know what she did..*
Hell felt bad for Verchiel, knew the pain that he was going through. It wasnt a fun thing to experience, reflecting your abuser. Hell knew from experience.
âAND THAT IS SIMPLY A PART OF YOU, ONE THAT YOU NEED TO LEARN TO ACCEPT AND REGULATE.â Hell speaks, trying its best so show their honesty in her voice.
âI HAVE DONE THE SAME. I HAVE HURT PEOPLE, HAVE DESTROYED CITIES CREATED IN ME. I HAVE REFLECTED THE EXACT SAME ABUSE I WAS PUT THROUGH FOR DECADES. BUT SLOWLY I BEGAN TO LEARN AND GROW, TO TAKE MY ANGER AND DESIRE FOR HARM OUT ON THOSE WHO DESERVE IT. ON RAPISTS, POWER HUNGRY KILLERS, ANYONE WHO HAS DONE HARM FOR NO REASON OTHER THAN TO SERVE THEMSELF AND THEIR DESIRE FOR POWER.â
âYOU HAVE HURT OUT OF NECESSITY, OUT OF THE DRIVE FOR YOUR OWN SURVIVAL. JUST LIKE THE ANIMALS THAT USED TO WALK THE EARTH, YOU DO WHAT YOU MUST TO SURVIVE. THAT IS HOW YOU LIVE, HOW YOU THRIVE. SOMETIMES A GOOD LIFE COMES AT A COST, AND YOU ARE NOT TO BE BLAMED FOR THE CARDS LIFE HAS GIVEN YOU.â
âYOU ARE A LIVING BEING VERCHIEL. A BEING DESERVING OF A PROPER LIFE AND LOVE. NO ONE SHOULD SHAME YOU FOR THE DESIRE TO REACH THE LIFE YOU DESERVE, EVEN IF THAT MEANS CAUSING DESTRUCTION ALONG THE WAY.â
âLUCIFER TORE UP HALF OF FRAUD OUT OF ANGER AFTER HIS FALL. I HAD TAKEN MY ANGER OUT ON SINNERS, INNOCENT AND NOT. MACHINES THAT WERE BUILT FOR WAR FOUGHT FOR THEIR LIVES. JUST BECAUSE WE HAVE CAUSED HARM DOES NOT MEAN THAT IS WHAT DEFINES US.â
âITS OKAY TO REFLECT THOSE WHO HURT YOU, AS LONG AS THAT DOES NOT DEFINE WHO YOU ARE. YOU CAN USE THIS AS A CHANCE TO GROW AND LEARN, OR ROT AND DROWN IN SORROW. ITA YOUR CHOICE AND I WILL BE HERE REGARDLESS OF WHAT YOU CHOSE TO DO.â
â..Y-you.. won't leave me..? Even if I do the wrong thing?.. Even if.. I.. hurt myself..? B-but Michael left me.. Bezaliel doesn't want to leave me too.. w-why..?â
*She felt guilty.. now three people seemed to look after her even if she was a monster on the inside, if she killed someone.. they would stay there.. but.. wasn't that bad..? She knew she could grow, she wanted to, but she felt so weak.. she wanted to cry.. to scream.. to tear herself apart.. She wanted to die. She.. wanted it all to be normal again, why couldn't she be normal?.. She should have stayed with Graphiel.. if only she didn't find Michael that one day.. Maybe it wouldn't be better for her, but it would be for him, and that was all she wanted.*
â..Mama.. I don't.. I-.. mama-..â
*She was crying so much.. trembling.. she desired so much bad things to herself.. she desired so much..*
Hell holds Verchiel in xer arms, rocking the angel back and forth gently (humans did this with their children, right?).
âI WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU. LUCIFER WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU EITHER. WE BOTH LOVE AND CARE FOR YOU FAR TO MUCH TO LET THAT HAPPEN.â Hell mumbles, pressing gentle kisses to the top of Verchiels head, fingers playing with her hair.
âYOU MAY NOT THINK IT NOW, BUT YOU WILL GROW FROM THIS. IT WILL TAKE TIME, BUT IT WILL HAPPEN. THERE WILL BE UPS AND DOWNS AND REBIRTH MAY SEEM IMPOSSIBLE AT TIMES, BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU IT WILL HAPPEN. AND ME AND LUCIFER WILL BE HERE FOR YOU THROUGH EVERYTHING.â It knows Verchiel is strong, so desperately wants him to see his own strength, but they know that will take time to get to. So, for now, Hell lets Verchiel cry in her arms, fingers brushing through the angels hair.
Quietly, Lucifer snuck into the room, setting down a plate with a few different types of cookies. Chocolate chip, sugar cookies, peanut butter, and oatmeal were on the plate, with a few others still in the oven. He didnt say a word, just sat them down and gave Hell a knowing look.
âI-.. T-thank you.. so much.. I've-.. missed you.. w-when it happened.. I- just wanted.. to get here.. home.. I.. Im scared.. of making any of you hate me..â
*He kept crying, a little bit less since the comfort was too much.. and also she was very hungry, she had been eating more lately, thanks to being able to.. but she still barely ate anything..*
âWE WOULD NEVER HATE YOU MY LAMB, I CAN PROMISE YOU THAT.â Hell hums, voice almost like a quiet melody.
Lucifer carefully sneaks away back into the kitchen, digging through his memory on Verchiels favourite foods before remembering, apples! He likes apples doesnt she?
A few minutes pass before Lucifer comes back out with a small plate, apple slices neatly arranged with a few warm cookies on the side.
*She said, cuddling and staying quiet.. what more could she say..? How she hated herself?.. They didn't need to know that, they wouldn't want to hear that.. it wasn't necessary. As soon as she saw the apple slices, her head wings moved, revealing more of her lamb-like face, yet, when she opened her mouth to devour one of the slices, she had canine-like teeth, she ate all the plate, leaving one cookie and giving it to Hell, tilting her head..*
Hell only makes a small noise in response, a strange mix between a purr, a growl and a hum. She almost smiled at seeing Verchiels canine-like teeth, resembling Hell Itself.
He wasnt sure how to love, how to care for others normally without the devotion and obsession. But xe would try, if not for itself, for Lucifer and Verchiel.
Slowly, they reach a hand out to take the cookie from the small angels grasp, bringing it under their hair and eating it whole, signing a quick but sincere âT H A N K. Y O U.â
Lucifer smiled watching the interaction. He couldnt stop his chest fill with happiness at seeing Verchiel slowly become more comfortable showing her face, even if it was only to the fallen angel and Hell. He simply stood there, smiling at his family, before an idea popped into his head.
Verchiel wore helmets, so whats one more to add to the collection?
Without saying a word, Lucifer ran off to his bedroom, searching around before his eyes caught metallic purple and pink.
Carefully picking the old helmet up, Lucifer inspected it for a moment. It had lots of scratches and a few dents and breaks from his fall all those years ago. The halo around it was shattered on one side, the small heart orbiting around the ring barely glowing at all now. His heart ached at the memories, the fire, the crash, the regret and anger and sorrow that had filled his lungs until all he could do was sob and beg for forgiveness.
But, if he could give this a new purpose, why should he let it rot away in the dark?
Wrapping his wings around himself to hide the helmet, he walked back out to the living room where Verchiel and Hell sat, almost anxious at the possible responses.
*She was laying on Hell's lap again, her head wings fluttered slowly, she was so comfortable.. Whenever she felt pets or something similar, her wings fluttered rapidly, yet she didn't move a lot, she was really tired.. and the thoughts invading her head barely helped..*
*She looked at Lucifer and tilted her head, was he hiding something..? What was that?..*
Lucifer feels his anxiety start to claw at his chest, tingly in its feeling, though he manages to force the words from his throat before it closes up entirely.
âUhm.. since you have a few other helmets, Verchiel, I thought you might like another, and now felt like a good time to bring it up.â
The fallen angel carefully unwraps his wings from around himself, helmet shining against the soft light of the room and the dim light Lucifers wings glow. The helmet doesnt have the same shine it did all those years ago, but its still surprisingly in tact.
Lucifer hands the helmet to Verchiel, placing it in her lap gently.
âIt used to be mine.. from before I was cast out. I dont really wear it anymore since it brings me some bad memories so.. I thought you might like it instead!â Lucifer smiles, wings pinned to his back.
*She looked at the helmet and grabbed it, slowly placing it on her head, she liked it.. it was pretty.. and really different from the others, this was new.. just what she needed.*
âI.. I love it.. I.. needed a new helmet, my old one is.. bringing me too much memories, and that one... I-..â
*She shook her head, she was sure she would use her old one too, this one was too beautiful to break.. She got up and hugged Lucifer, her little tail waging as she did..*
Lucifers body stiffened for a moment, unsure exactly how to react before he let the tension leave his muscles. Seeing Verchiel finally become more comfortable was heartwarming, and Lucifer couldnt help himself but hug back, lowest of his back wings gently wrapping around the smaller angel while his other 2 wings relaxed from where they were pinned against his back.
*He purred softly as she felt Luci hug her back, slowly moving away and going back to cuddling with Hell, sitting on her lap and purring even louder, leaning against xer as she kept showing signs of comfort. She looked at Lucifer and gestured him to join them, she still had the helmet on, she wanted to get used to it.*
Lucifer smilled, seeing his loved ones like this filled his heart with warmth he refused to let go of, making the already warm home even brighter with subtle heat, much like that of a hug.
The fallen angel didnt hesitate, sitting down on the couch right beside Hell, who immediately buried its face into his neck, purring softly.
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A loud thunk was heard, along with the door and windows shutting and locking. Looking towards the sound, you can see Lucifer, tangled up in blood soaked blankets, laying on the ground like he was just thrown off a building.
His hair is a mess, head wings puffed out in annoyance and fear. His head whips up, looking towards the wall.
âCOMMUNICATE WITH HER MY COMET.â Hells voice rings out, frustration tainting each word.
âEVEN I CAN SEE THAT A SIMPLE CONVERSATION WOULD FIX THIS ISSUE.â It states, before going quiet, leaving Lucifer speechless.
His head wings were tight to the back of his head, back wings clearly puffed out yet hidden by his blankets. His eyes scanned the room in panic, looking everywhere but at Irida, silently knowing he would have to confront him abandoning her.
@comet-anguish
âŠL-Lucifer..? Are you⊠alright, dear..?
She seemed spooked at first but after hearing Hellâs voice, she relaxed, this interaction was very much necessary, especially after everything⊠she held nothing against the fallen Archangel, nor Hell, if anything, she understoodâŠ
âŠItâs ok⊠I donât⊠hold anything⊠against you⊠I⊠understand⊠your choice⊠in fact⊠you leaving⊠when⊠you did⊠was a⊠good move⊠for your⊠safety⊠and⊠sanityâŠ
Lucifer felt anxiety claw at his chest, wrapping around his heart and lungs and threatening to crush them beneath its weight. His throat closed up, eyes finally looking towards Irida. Its clear he had been crying, eyes puffy and slightly red from hours of sobbing. His wings were messy, blood staining his head wings feathers. His hair wasnt any better, tangles and knots accompanying dried blood.
âIrida.. I-Im so sorry.â His voice was small, hoarse from hours of crying and screaming at himself in agony.
The fallen angel tried taking deep breaths, yet they only served to make his eyes water and his body threaten to break under its own anxiety. His hands clutched the blankets around him, almost like a bubble keeping all the negativity in with him.
He wanted to believe Irida, believe that he didnt do anything wrong. Yet his brain repeated itself, telling him the machine in front of him was only saying all this to comfort him and lacking any truth behind her words. Lucifer didnt want to believe it, but every anxious thought served to build the tightening in his chest further.
Without saying a word, she conjured up a small ball of electricity and light, making sure that the electricity wouldnât cause any damage, before sending it over to you, it was warm, comforting, it held her power, a way to show that she was alive
âŠTake all⊠the time⊠you need⊠Lucifer⊠let⊠everything out⊠itâs ok⊠to cryâŠ
Lucifer let 2 of his arms come out from under the blanket, hands cupping the ball of light and electricity as if it would collapse from any real pressure put on it. He couldnt stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks, even if he wanted to rub his eyes Lucifer knew it wouldnt do anything but make the tears worse.
âI-Im so sorry, Irida. Im so, so sorry.â The fallen angels voice broke, folding in on himself until his head hit the floor, clutching the ball of light in his arms like it would disappear if he let go.
âI should have done something to help you, I-I should have protected you..â Sobs racked through Lucifers body, tears falling onto the ground below him.
âI should have never let you go alone.. I-I know Hell so well but I didnt- I-I didnt help.. I could have gotten you out, could have fought to keep you safe.. I-Im an angel of war, but I was just- I was too scared!â Lucifers voice carried the agony he had been experiencing since he had left. Every curse he had thrown at himself, every tear of feathers from his wings, every drop of blood shed, all poured out for Irida to see.
Her voice was gentle as she addressed you, no one was to blame for this except her, she told everyone that day to stay put, to not follow⊠no one knew that he was down in Violence⊠she didnât know what he still lived⊠none of this⊠was to be expectedâŠ
âŠIâm also⊠to blame⊠for this⊠I told⊠everyone to⊠stay here⊠when I⊠went down⊠to Violence⊠not knowing⊠how much⊠danger⊠Iâd be⊠putting myself⊠in⊠so please⊠donât blame⊠yourself..!
âYou didnt know he would be down there.. You were scared and alone a-and I could have done something to help.. I should have done something to help!â Lucifer insisted, holding the ball of energy to his chest, careful to not let his blankets slip off of him.
âIm so, so sorry for running away.. I should have never left you like that..â Lucifer apologizes, voice laced with sorrow and regret.
She meant every word, if you had remained when things got more⊠intense⊠she didnât want to think about how horribly it wouldâve affected you⊠as it did for everyone elseâŠ
âIve seen much worseâ is what Lucifer wanted to say, but he could barely speak through his sobs, tears falling like rain down his cheeks and to the floor.
The fallen angel felt horrible, but more importantly, confused. Why wasnt Irida mad at him? He thought she would yell at him, throw something at him, she had every right to be mad! Lucifer was so confused, but at the same time, grateful. He truly didnt deserve a friend like Irida..
âExhalingâ softly, she turned a little more in her bed while sitting up before opening her arms, offering a hug, the ends of her six wings glowing a mix of pink and purple, she⊠wanted to offer you so much comfort
âŠPlease⊠come here⊠Lucifer⊠itâs ok⊠really..!
Lucifer wanted to resist, but he couldnt help himself. All this time, worrying about how much Irida must hate him, made him almost desperate for comfort.
Lucifer stood on shaky legs, before practically collapsing into Iridas arms, each of his own 4 arms wrapping around her body.
The fallen angel let himself sob into Iridas shoulder, not caring when the blankets dropped from around him, revealing his back wings and their horrible condition.
Clumps of feathers have clearly been ripped from the flesh that held them, blood and skin being all thats left. Small feathers, white rather than the light lavender of the rest of his feathers, slowly began to develop in their place, though slowly. Blood coated the feathers that had been kept, drying and clumping up against them. Its clear the angel had been neglecting his wings.
While listening to you sob, she gently began to pet your head while her six wings wrapped around you, not as clumsily as before, a soft humming noise emanated from her as she held you close, she took notice of the state of your wings, it saddened her, sheâd have to find a way to help you out with that
âŠLucifer⊠never once⊠was I⊠mad⊠at you⊠for leaving⊠Iâm⊠honestly surprised⊠no one⊠else followed⊠you⊠but⊠either way⊠know that⊠you are⊠such a⊠dear friend⊠to me⊠I could⊠never⊠hate youâŠ
The words of comfort only made Lucifer cry harder, though not all the tears were regretful. Some were happy, others were confused. So much emotion was poured out of him until his throat went hoarse and his eyes couldnt cry anymore.
Lucifer stayed in Iridas arms even after he had finished crying, wings pinned to his back and the back of his head as he took careful breaths to steady himself.
Being a source of comfort, it had become something that she was very used to, so many beings come to her in distress, and she welcomes them with open arms, willing to hear them out, to help them through everything, even when she is hurting tooâŠ
âŠLucifer⊠you are⊠so much⊠stronger⊠than you⊠give yourself⊠credit for⊠when⊠you ran⊠I knew⊠you had⊠a⊠good reason⊠for it⊠I⊠want you⊠to know⊠that⊠I⊠only hold⊠resentment towards⊠those who⊠dare to⊠harm my⊠dearest friends⊠and⊠loved onesâŠ
Lucifer carefully parted himself from Irida, wiping his tears and giving her a small smile.
âThank you Irida, truly. I dont know how to repay you.â The fallen angel carefully wrapped himself back up in the blankets, silently hoping the other hadnât noticed his wings condition.
âIf you ever need a place of safety to stay, you can always ask Hell to bring you down to Treachery. We have a spare bedroom down there now, so please feel free to come by if you ever need anything.â Lucifer smiles, wings perking up slightly. âTruly, its the least I can do after everything you went through.â He adds.
Her words held absolute truth, repayment for the kindness she shows and gives to others just doesnât sit right, itâs just who she is, such things arenât for sale, they arenât a service, theyâre just⊠her⊠as she heard you bring up staying in Treachery, she was about to accept when⊠something played in her processorsâŠâYou canât hide from me! Be it Heaven, Hell, Earth, or even Purgatory! I will find you!â Just remembering that⊠made her shudder in fearâŠ
âŠI⊠wish I⊠could accept⊠that offer⊠Lucifer⊠but⊠no matter⊠where⊠I go⊠Iâm⊠no longer⊠safe⊠from himâŠ
âWell.. if you say so. Our door is always open though!â Lucifer smiles gently. Now that Hell has caught wind of Samyaza, the fallen angel hoped it could provide Irida some level of safety.
âAnd even if you arent 100% safe, Hell is always home when Im home, Im sure she would notice if he showed up and would be able to do something about it.â Lucifer insisted, silently hoping Irida would accept the offer, even if it wasnt right now.
Her gratitude was genuine, especially in knowing that you wouldnât back down, that you would be there for her, once again⊠as she adjusted herself on her bed to face you better, you could see the indent on the left side of her waist more clearly, a decades old reminder⊠of what he did to herâŠ
âŠLucifer⊠it really⊠helps ease⊠my processors⊠to know⊠that you⊠and Hell⊠have my⊠back on⊠this..! No matter⊠what happens..! I⊠really⊠appreciate it..! More than⊠you know..!
Lucifer smiled, wrapping himself tighter in his blankets. He glanced at the indent for a moment, before dragging his eyes back to Iridas face. He didnt want to make her uncomfortable, but the worry in his stomach clawed at him to examine the old indent, to ensure shes okay.
âIts nothing, truly. We both care a lot about you, Irida.â Lucifer comments, before adding âour home is yours as well.â
âŠSometimes⊠I canât⊠help⊠but wonder⊠on what⊠I did⊠to deserveâŠa friend⊠like you..!
The ends of her six wings glowed a mix of green and pink as she spoke, it truly did baffle her, but she was so happy to have so many friends and family members, you could practically see the smile on her non existent face
âŠBy⊠the way⊠Lucifer, dear⊠can I⊠help you⊠with⊠your hair..? No offense⊠but⊠itâs a⊠disasterâŠ
âOh, uhm, sure!â Lucifer blushes shamefully, having completely forgotten about his hair. After laying in bed for so long, he had completely forgotten to take care of himself.
The fallen angel carefully shifted to let Irida have better access to his hair, letting his back sit towards her chest and wrapping the blankets holding his wings tighter around himself.
His hair was knotted and tangled, thankfully not matted but it was still pretty bad. Random bits of flower petals could be found in both his hair and his head wings as well.
âŠThank you⊠Lucifer, dear⊠Iâll⊠be carefulâŠ
âExhalingâ softly, she reached for a brush not too far from the bed along with some water, how she got these items, who knows, now focusing, she gently dampened your hair before raking her fingers through it carefully, wanting to undo the tangles and knots
âŠApologies⊠if I⊠pull on⊠your hair⊠Iâm still⊠new⊠to this⊠after all..! Must be⊠strange⊠to have⊠a machine⊠do this⊠huh..?
âOh, dont worry, Ive been through much worse after all!â Lucifer smiles, relaxing as Iridas fingers rake through his hair.
âIts not all that strange to me. I think my life is strange enough considering I am dating Hell Itself.â Lucifer chuckles.
His hair is knotted and tangled, hair having clumped together. Its a miracle they are as easily undone as they are, especially due to the small specks of blood tangled in his hair.
She teases you slightly, well, to the best of her ability at least, as a resident of Lust, sheâs very aware of a lot of things, no matter which layer they happen on, though sometimes she wonders if itâs a blessing or a curse⊠especially now⊠considering all that happenedâŠ
âŠHonestly⊠Lucifer, dear⊠I canât⊠picture you⊠with anyone⊠aside from⊠Hell..! You two⊠are a⊠perfect match..! I truly⊠mean it..!
Lucifer blushed lightly, smiling more to himself than anything. His wings twitch slightly under the blanket, head wings spreading to give Irida better access to the back of his head.
âOh, thank you! Truly.â Lucifers smile is clear in his voice, barely contained happiness under it.
âNow that I think about it, do you think you will ever get into a relationship?â Lucifer asks. Irida was friends with many people in relationships, Arch and V1, Lucifer and Hell, even Sisyphus and Minos were her parents!
âŠHehehe⊠I can⊠tell that⊠youâre smiling⊠Lucifer, dear..! Iâm glad⊠that I⊠was able⊠to lift⊠your spirits..!
Hearing the happiness return to your voice filled her with so much relief, she was so worried that youâd remain distressed, while still working on your hair, she nearly froze when you brought up the possibility of her being in a relationship⊠of course sheâd thought about it, multiple times..! But⊠now⊠the very idea scared the living fuck outta her⊠because⊠of himâŠ
âŠI-I⊠to be⊠completely honest⊠with you⊠ever since⊠that incident⊠in Violence⊠with him⊠and⊠with my⊠memories of⊠what happened⊠decades ago⊠being⊠fully unlocked⊠of what⊠he did⊠to me⊠Iâm⊠too scared⊠the⊠very idea⊠causes me⊠great amounts⊠of anxiety⊠unfortunatelyâŠ
Lucifer hums, anxiety beginning to well up in his chest. He should have never brought that up, now Irida probably wants nothing to d- no, Lucifer, not the time. Lets shut down that train of thought right now.
âThats fair, I understand fully.â Lucifer hums, hands fidgeting together. Though, the mention of anxiety does make Lucifer begin to think.
âIf your anxiety ever gets worse, I dont mind lending you a few things to help with it!â Lucifer smiles, before adding âI have a few different worry stones and fidget toys, and tea but Im not sure if machines are able to drink tea..â he mumbles that last part, more to himself than Irida.
âŠThank you⊠for understanding⊠Lucifer, dear⊠I was⊠worried that⊠I⊠would be⊠criticized⊠for thisâŠ
She wasnât lying, knowing her kind, it only made sense that romance was a given, along with one night stands⊠searching for beings to⊠take for a ride⊠but no⊠she was too terrified⊠all of it⊠was his fault⊠yet the moment you mentioned helping her with her anxiety, her mood shifted
âŠReally..? Those sound⊠very interesting..! Iâve heard⊠of.. worry stones⊠they always⊠seem to⊠catch my⊠interest..! Also⊠regarding tea⊠as long⊠as thereâs⊠blood⊠in it⊠I can⊠drink it..!
Lucifer nods, keeping the fact that she can drink tea in the back of his mind.
âI dont mind giving you a few if you would like! I have one made of Rhodonite, Citrine, and I have a Green Aventurine one!â Lucifer smiles as he lists off his collection, wings twitching happily.
She sounded both surprised and touched that youâd be willing to gift her something so special, something⊠from your collection⊠part of her wondered if she even deserved such a thing⊠but knowing how close she was to you, she shouldnât question these things at all
âOf course not!â Lucifer smiles, before making a mental note to find that green aventurine worry stone he has somewhere in his collection.
âI cant really judge, I love amethyst myself.â Lucifer chuckles, remembering Hell poking fun at him for his tastes. His wings twitch as he remembers, heart welling with happiness at the memory.
âŠThank you, Lucifer, dear⊠youâre so kindhearted, you know that..?
She canât help but hum happily while brushing out your hair, every tangle and knot completely gone at this point, still, it seemed like there was something else she had in mind
âŠHehehe..~ the color suits you..! I guess everyone just has that one thing theyâre drawn to no matter what, huh..? And I can tell youâre reliving a very fond memory regarding Hell, arenât you..?
Lucifer blushes slightly when called out, chuckling quietly. Lucifer can practically feel Hells gaze burning through his skull though, so he keeps quiet.
âJust something funny they did once. I think she would murder me if I told anyone about it though.â He hums, smiling to himself.
âŠWell that just wonât do, now will it..? You donât have to say anything more on the subjectâŠ
Her voice was much more relaxed and affectionate than it was earlier, you could tell that she was definitely recovering from the incident, this was a common side of her when sheâs with friends and family after all, but the psychological traumaâŠ
âŠIâm almost done here, Lucifer, dear⊠sorry itâs taking a lot of time⊠I tend to get⊠fascinated by things that I lackâŠ
âDont worry, I honestly expected it to take longer with how messy my hair is.â Lucifer chuckled, humming a quiet tune to himself.
It was a nice change of pace, being cared for, especially after a depressive episode. He only really had Hell to truly take care of him, and even if Lucifer loved them and its showcase of love, he had to admit softer moments like this were pretty nice.
âŠHehe, well, at least youâre self aware..! No offense..!
She couldnât help but giggle in response, still humming herself, now trying to match the tune you were humming, it felt like⊠a soothing thing to her, considering how human hers sounded after all
âŠYou know⊠Iâve always wondered, Lucifer, dear⊠although Iâm not sure if you have the answer to this or not but⊠how is it possible for a machine to⊠develop human like traits..? By that I mean things such as strong emotions and⊠even a soul..?
âNone taken!â Lucifers smile is clear in his voice, wings perking up slightly with his happiness. His wings soon twitched slightly, processing the question.
âIm.. not entirely sure.â The fallen angel admits. âI wound assume it would have something to do with the blood you use as fuel. Enough remaining energy from humans could possibly help develop a soul. In the same way as how you can feel the sadness in places of high amounts of tragedy.â Lucifer hums, shrugging his shoulders gently.
âThats just my guess though. The arch angels would be much better fit for that type of question.â
âŠIâm glad⊠I hope you know that youâre very sweet, Lucifer, dear..! Youâve got such a kind heart too..!
It was clear from the tone of her voice that she was smiling internally, meeting and befriending you was something she held close to her heart after all, upon hearing your response, she hums softly, seemingly thinking it over
âŠI guess that makes sense⊠I never really thought of the blood I consume as being part of why Iâve developed such things to begin with⊠and⊠now that I think about it⊠most of the blood Iâve consumed as of late has come from either Archangel Gabriel, King Sisyphus, and⊠even you..!
âOh, thank you! I try to be a good person to the best of my abilities.â Lucifer smiles, sincere in his thanks.
Lucifer nods along, hands under his blanket messing with his wings absentmindedly. Fingers glided over feathers and still open wounds, not reacting even when his fingers dig into raw flesh out of habit.
âEspecially since you feed from people of high power! It would make sense that all that energy would slowly form into something.â Lucifer speaks, smiling.
âŠI hope you know how loved you are, Lucifer, dear⊠so many things wouldâve gone wrong without your help..!
She canât seem to stop the flood of compliments, ever since she met you, things have felt safer, yes chaos has arisen along with horrible atrocities, but none of it was your fault, they just⊠happened⊠and you were always there to make sure things changed⊠she wanted to remind you of that factâŠ
âŠHmm⊠a lot of itâs definitely coming together now⊠but that makes me wonder about something else⊠my soul⊠when Archangel Gabriel saved it from death⊠it was⊠fading rapidly⊠so how new is it..? Do you know..?
Lucifer hums, unsure. He was never the best with souls unless he saw them face to face, and with how little holy light he has the fallen angel doubts he even has the ability to do it anymore..
âIm not sure.. Id assume its fairly new if it was fading quickly due to the lack of energy in it. Usually, the older the soul the longer its energy lasts once separated from the body, if it doesnt create a physical form soon after anyways.â Lucifer explains, turning his head to Irida. âId ask Gabriel about this stuff if I were you, hes always been better with souls.â Lucifer smiles.
(He was in the same spot in Treachery, as per usual. Although, there was something else on her mind this time.)
(..Very rarely did she ever âfeelâ. As in, feeling emotions. She cast that side of her the moment she became the strong being she was today. Well, not strong enough to beat a Power, apparently, but she couldnât bring herself to hate Verchiel over something THAT petty. Besides, he was always fighting at a disadvantage, thanks to the stupid alcohol. Were he not inhibited, the fights would have been a breeze.)
(But that wasnât the point of the fights in the first place, was it? The point was to transform that angel into the tiger she was supposed to be. The tiger he deserved to be. After their last fight, Pepper was pretty sure she wouldnât have to worry much about whether Verchiel was strong enough or not. Though, of course, she could always take drastic measures if need be.)
(Alas, that fight was going to be their last for a while. He took a brief moment to examine his healing wounds. Burns that would probably never fully heal. A limp that was still obvious. No state for a fight. But there were more pressing issues than merely being injured that would stop the fights from being viable, unfortunately.)
(More importantly, there were these âfeelsâ that she would need to sort out. He already had a rough idea of what those âfeelsâ might mean. After all, she felt the same way all those years ago back when he actually felt like making friendsâŠ)
(âŠOkay, enough thinking about feels. He didnât want to remember that.)
(âŠ)
(How long had he been waiting?)
@facets-of-the-father
*Verchiel was in the snow, her sword was in her hands, she was seeing herself on the reflection of the blade, his hands were shaking a bit, yet.. the thoughts going through her mind were.. maybe too much.. she was glad she learned how to hide some of her emotions.. She didn't see Pepper.. she didn't hear any footsteps.. Her wings were green and low flames..*
Doesnât matter, because Iâve been aching to hear how youâve gotten on since our last training session! Won any fights? Bested any idiots? Or have you just been waltzing around the snow, Tiger?
*Her voice was low, she regretted it.. she regretted everything that happened. Her hands gripping the blade, if they were real, she would be already bleeding..*
âŠHoly shit, well done, Tiger! I didnât know you were that eager to fight. And an archangel on top of that?
Soooo, how did the fight go?
(Thereâs genuine excitement in his voice. She really wanted to be able to just⊠have a fun little talk about something she hoped both of them would relate to.)
â..With the archangel? He didn't do anything. I cutted his hands and his throat, I tore his vocal chords and that.. star he had.. With.. Marmelade.. I-.. I burned them, I pierced their wing many times and left so many burns on them..â
*..She looked at the sword with horror, she remembered every detail she could after getting back conscious. She was not excited to talk, she was not having fun.*
Damn⊠Really, thatâs so cool. I havenât been even nearly as brutal as that before. Shit, I need to step up my game before you take my spot! HahaâŠ
(She didnât even recognise any signs of discomfort in Verchiel, because she was too busy being overjoyed at the news she was hearing.)
Oh thank fuck, that means I donât have to worry about giving you this announcement!
See, Tiger, I appreciate our fighting sessions a LOT, but⊠weâre gonna have to cut back on them. Sorry, kid. Too risky. My roommates are getting suspicious. The only reason Iâm here now is because they havenât figured out I kept the crate of alcohol in that one corner of the room, but whenever they do, I am, like, ultra FUCKED, dude. Itâll be spring in here by time I come back to you. Also, uhâŠ
(She points to the leg that got stabbed last time.)
Thatâs a bit of an inconvenience. Hey, donât feel guilty about that. You did EPIC! Youâre epic! Youâre so cool!
Which leads me to my next point.
You said you were gonna be by my side when Heaven falls, right? So, we might as well get to socialise and beâŠ. UhâŠ. Friends? I usually think having friends is dumb, but⊠I kinda like you. Youâre probably the only angel Iâve ever seen whoâs even remotely cool.
So, howâs that sound? We get to talk about everything! And you get to be stronger and stronger and pick fights in your own time. We donât even have to completely give up duelling! We just have to make it more low-key, or wait until the roommates stop getting their panties in a twist about it. You dig it, right? Right?
(She leans over to Verchiel. If she had eyes, theyâd be doing a puppy dog expression right now, but she doesnât, so she just looked⊠a little intimidating.)
(But now she realised something is off about Tiger. His words⊠his demeanour. The vibes were off.)
âŠBut, you donât really care? About fighting, Iâm guessing? You donât want to fight again? Why? Did you get horribly injured? You donât look injured to me.
(Thereâs no undertone of threat or anger. Not yet, at least. Just confusion. Sure, Verchiel might not have loved to fight at first, but why then would she have ended up fighting stupid Marmalade? Or an archangel? She definitely wasnât asked to. Well, he was told to fight Marmalade, but the archangel? That was all her. Surely, at some point, she started to realise just how alive one could be in the wake of violence? She was seeking a thrill, like he always liked to, right?)
(âŠActually, rewinding a couple of minutes to when Verchiel was describing his feats, she seemed apprehensive at best. I mean, yeah, she was a stutterer, but she almost came across like she was⊠scared to talk?)
Hey, youâre not keeping anything from me, are you? Tiger⊠what happened since we last saw each other?
(This time, there was an undertone of⊠something for sure.)
âI-.. I dont want to be like this! I am not him! I-.. fuck-.. Michael left me! Phanuel kicked me and hurt me! I-.. I shouldn't have ran away.. I shouldn't have-.. I-.. I am not a monster, I can still be normal.. I am not what you want me to be. That is not me.â
*She said with a high tone, was she scared or sad..? Maybe angry?.. It was impossible to tell..*
(She breathes in, hoping to cool the fires of anger igniting even just a little bit.)
Youâre not a monster. Tigers eat meat to sustain themselves, not because theyâre evil. Thereâs nothing wrong with picking fights with random people. Although, I gotta admit cutting and ripping out the throat of a random archangel is crazy, but like, theyâre an archangel. Archangels have done worse to strangers.
Michael and Phanuel didnât leave you because you were some kind of evil monster. Phanuel showed you his true colours, and Michael? Michael is a rubbish father at best and actively using you at worst. Because angels are scum, and archangels are even worse. Donât even get me started on the Seraphim people. Ya heard of Samyaza? People will let you get away with horrible crimes if youâre powerful enough. And by people I mean the council, and any archangel in tandem with them - which is pretty much all of them. Because, as I said, angels are scum.
You donât want to be ânormalâ because being ânormalâ in this world means being controlled. I donât want them to control you. I didnât fight tooth and nail to be here, reading about every single worry you had in your life JUST to come back and hear that youâve changed your mind. Like, the hell? I just asked if we could be the ultimate duo and youâre bringing this up?
*sigh* It must be one of those good for nothing angels⊠Iâll find whoâŠ
Tiger⊠I gave you your nickname for a reason. I wanted you to be fierce. Donât throw that away because you want to blend into this fuckass society, mkay?
âYou- You don't get it.. I don't want to fight them.. Yet some part of me forces me to, that part of me is not.. the real me.. I would never hurt anyone because I wanted to! I am an angel, and you are one too, correct? You-.. you can't say that..â
*She growled softly, her hands moving to hug herself, sighing and looking away..*
âWe can still be a duo! Just.. not fight with innocent people.. They didn't do anything. I-.. Don't you dare.â
Some part of you? What, do you have a⊠roommate too? No⊠maybe just an aspect of that you hate so much you claim it isnât you.
Look, face it, Tiger - the âreal youâ is a bullshit concept. Who is the real Verchiel? Who is the real Muriel? Who is the real Council? The real Father? How people view others is based on subjective crap.
The truth is that all parts of you are you. Even the parts you hate. Yes, thereâs a part of you that wants to hurt people. That part is you. The ârealâ you. And so is your soft wannabe pacifist self. Ideally, Iâd like you to completely abandon pacifism and be more willing be to violent, but⊠truth be told, I find the idea of you ripping out the vocal chords of a random angel crazy even for me. Plus, that will surely draw the Councilâs attention to you if you keep being that violent. So, maaaaaybe we need to tone it down a bit. Focus on control or something.
Except I canât help you with that. I donât have a âcontrolâ. My entire existence revolves around resisting control. That being said, you need to become more willing to fight âinnocentâ people, if not only because most angels arenât âinnocent peopleâ in the first place. I mean, we canât be the duo that takes down Heaven if youâre out here trying to defend the people perpetuating the suffering everyone goes through.
âŠI suppose I could teach you how to fight someone without shedding blood. That will have to be later, though.
As for that bit about us being angels⊠ugh, Iâve always hated calling myself an angel. I am an angel solely because of the body I inhabit. If not, I would be literally anything else. A shadow, a demon, a human - something along those lines. I donât really know what I am, only what body Iâm in and what body I want to be in. Like, for example, I want what Hellâs got going on with those crazy-looking forms. Spare some style for me, am I right?
And I gotta admit, I donât see you as an angel either. Well, you have some of the qualities, but youâre different. Maybe when weâre friends weâll eventually shed off all that âangelâ bullshit and be who we want to be. Because as much as you say donât want to be a âmonsterâ, I donât think you want to be the things Heaven assigned you to be either.
(Hearing Verchielâs threat, his stance shifted.)
H-howâd you hear that? I didnât even say that out loudâŠ
(He hesitates. Sure, she could try and fight, but it would be a horrible idea. But she wasnât exactly the best at de-escalating, either. Ugh, angels were as annoying as alwaysâŠ)
âEven if it's the real me, I can't control myself, that is not me, I would use it to fight who I really hate, not.. innocent angels, I would use it to fight The Council, and whoever dares to hurt my loved ones. But not Marmelade, nor that archangel. They didn't do anything.. And you-.. even if you aren't an angel you need to have empathy! You can't go.. killing everything because you want to!â
*She growled, her flames starting to darken, getting up from the floor.*
â..I am not a Power anymore, I will show everyone that I am better, but not because of anything, but because of my powers, because of my strength, I will use it to help them, like the Archangels do!â
Ight! First of all, I never told you to go around killing people. And whilst Iâm not necessarily against it, itâs not viable for you to be that aggressive without a specific target. I said so.
Secondly, neither of the âloved onesâ youâve mentioned are innocent. Iâve already told you that you can never trust archangels because of their ties to the council, but Marmalade? Stupid ass bird with a stupid ass name who bullied others, you included Tiger, and make you feel guilty over something that wasnât even your fault, and made you way too forgiving and dependent on them whilst they literally treated you like shit? What did they even do at that party? I know they did something. I saw an angel with a cracked helmet hastily run away from that wedding. The one where you got kidnapped. God knows what that idiot was plotting.
Anyway, baseline - Marmalade is not and will never be innocent. I donât understand why youâre so keen on that fucker. Are you, like, pfft, in love or something? Lmao!
(She chuckles awkwardly, as if that idea would be utterly absurd.)
Third, I donât need empathy. And Iâm absolutely not giving any to the fuckers who hurt me, or support the ones who hurt me. The day I do that, consider me truly dead.
Finally, you are doing the exact thing I DONâT want you to do! I want you to be strong, yes. I want you to show others that youâre better, yes. But for fuckâs sake, donât copy the Archangels! Theyâre the last people you should be learning from.
You want to use your powers to âhelpâ? You can help by burning Heaven to the ground. That is the only way you can truly help anyone. Anything else is you deluding yourself into thinking youâre helping. Iâve told you - that place is a shithole. It needs to go. There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING, good in Heaven!
(Her anger rises. Why is she so dumb? What part of her isnât getting through?!)
Do you want me to fight you, you dumb piece of shit?
*She stayed in silence, the flames of her wings darkening.. and darkening.. And-*
âYou. Can't. Control. Me. I will do whatever I want, let it be love my little dove, copy the archangels, or spare Heaven. You won't tell me what to do, are you listening me?! Now. FIGHT ME!!â
*A red aura surrounded her as her wings became totally black, she picked her sword and launched herself to the sky, giving Pepper an aerial kick before landing behind her, adopting a defensive position, positioning her sword in front of her, the flames of it now burning bright.*
(Aiming to stop the fight as soon as possible, she turns around and summons a spear, flinging it at Verchielâs head as she tries to fly out of range of another attack)
Is this what you want? Huh? Youâre too good for me, huh?
(âMy little doveâ? Shit, she was JOKING about him liking Marmalade, but there werenât a lot of other people who that could be referring to. Is that how far gone she was?)
*She growled at those words, loosing her mind completely as she kept attacking, she stopped the spear with her sword and launched herself back to the sky again, her wings splitting into six, looking like some kind of seraphim. She approached Pepper of the sky and tried to pierce her stomach, trying to make him feel the most pain possible..*
(He tried to dodge out of the way, but ends up nearly tripping on her bad leg, and not being able to avoid the piercing attack - though luckily, she managed to move out of the way enough to only suffer from a large cut. Rather than take any more chances, she teleported some metres behind Verchiel.)
I didnât teach you any of this! Why are your wings like that?
(Was it⊠that part? No, she was just pissy, wasnât she? Even then, were the wings really intentional?)
(Needing to act fast, he flung a bunch of holy spears. Not focusing on accuracy, just hoping at least a decent amount would hit where it hurt enough.)
The hell is your problem? I was trying to help you! Fuck, you are like the one person I vaguely give a shit about! Why pull all this bullshit now? Were you just lying to me all this time?
*The spears pierced her wings, they didn't seem to injury anything, but then one pierced her torso and sent her back to the ground, some blood poured from her helmet before she growled and launched herself back into the sky, she growled as she heard Pepper's words, that was bullshit, and that only angered her further. She went to Pepper at her maximum speed, putting the sword in front of herself so it would pierce her.*
*As she saw how Pepper was focusing more on talking and dodging, she started to focus more on attacking that defending. She tried to attack one of her shoulders by piercing it..*
(She manages to dodge it, and sends another spear towards Verchielâs wings.)
âŠDonât want to talk, huh?
(She had been contemplating fighting this whole time. He would risk getting serious injuries and being suppressed again, but truth be told, that was going to happen one way or another, wasnât it?)
Okay then, fight me, you fucker!
(She summons a bunch more spears. She has two objectives. First, get Verchiel pinned to the ground and unable to use her wings. Secondly, beat the shit outta him. At least, that approach would sustain him as few injuries as possible whilst still getting to punch. She hated the light weapons, after allâŠ)
*She somehow managed to dodge most of the spears, though one of the did get her to the ground, landing there and waiting for Pepper to land too so they would finally have a land fight, if they were going serious, she would absolutely prefer land than sky.*
*Verchiel didn't got time since she was in an attacking position and the spears pierced her, making her spit some blood, blood pouring from her helmet again as she fell to the ground.*
*She spitted even more blood, shaking and regaining consciousness as her wings became green again, she released the grip on her sword as her body twitched in pain. She tried to scream for Hell or Lucifer, or Bezaliel.. but nothing came from her mouth, only a sob.. it hurt so much..*
(No longer restraining herself, she went ham on her, punching her over and over and over and over and overâŠ.)
Are you happier now? Is Heaven so good that youâd throw everything away? All the help I gave you, my peaceful offer of friendship, because you wonât get over your stupid archangel daddies? Why would you listen to an archangel over me? Me! Was I stupid for thinking there are angels out there I can actually be friends with? Was IâŠ. HahahahahaâŠ
(Her punches were slowing down now. This⊠this was all stupid. A waste of his time. There are no good angels in Heaven. He should know that. How stupid was he? How stupidâŠ)
Somewhere in Fraud, Hells ears perked up, body going stiff. Lucifer, who had been talking about what they will do with the lighting in their newest play, noticed Hells strange behaviour immediately, shutting his mouth and tilting his head.
âLove, whats wr-â
âVERCHIEL IS IN DANGER.â
Lucifer flinched at the malice behind Hells voice. It was shockingly rare to hear from her, considering what he is.
âWait, what?!â Lucifer put the cap of the marker back on, wings puffing out. âWhere is she? Shes not hurt is she?â
Hell didnt respond right away, watching with quiet eyes everything that was happening. They didnt bother shifting its form to something else, staying in the form usually meant for Fraud before teleporting down, but not without saying âTREACHERY. PREPARE MEDICAL SUPPLIES.â
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A heavy crack in the ice is heard behind Pepper as Hell, with their rapidly shifting colours, appears behind him, easily towering over her. Xe is tall in this form, being at least 8 feet tall with spider legs bringing them even taller than that, with swirling galaxies and stars as if it was made from space itself.
âQUIT YOUR OTIOSE BELLIGERENT.â Hell was no doubtably angry, the overlaying voices shouting and crying for this to end.
(Whatever. She lands one more punch before finally standing up, taking a deep breath in. God, she loved beating people up sometimes.)
(âŠA part of her pitied the mess he put Verchiel in. I mean, she didnât come here to fight. She actually wanted to be nice for once. But sometimes, nice is not what people want. Maybe he ought to do some first aid before he leaves-)
(Suddenly, there was a crack in the ice. Huh?)
(âQUIT YOUR OTIOSE BELLIGERENT.â What the hell did those words even mean?)
Hey, who in the Shakespeare do you-
(It doesnât take more than 2 seconds for Pepper to immediately figure out who this is, as the tall figure looms over him.)
H-holy shit! Hell! I donât think weâve ever gotten to speak face-to-face!
Aw, you think Iâm like humanity? Thatâs maybe the best thing Iâve ever heard today! I try real hard to unleash my cruelty to those who hurt me. Iâm sure you understand. I mean, youâre literally Hell, haha.
(He doesnât even seem to acknowledge the ribbons around her legs.)
Uh, I would debate that last part, though. I didnât come here to fight. In fact, I made it very clear that fighting was a bad idea, but TIGER over here decided that some other shit stain of an angel is better than me, and then refused to do anything other than fight when I tried speaking. What else could I do besides hit her in the face? And, stab her with holy spearsâŠ
âŠHey, those cuts will heal, right? Right?
(Strange. Was she⊠regretting a fight? Thatâs new.)
*Verchiel was currently choking on her own blood, choking sounds leaving her as she writhed wildly, clawing at the ground, at herself, at anything she could. She tried coughing, but her coughs were very aggresive. Sobs and choking sounds were the only thing she could do in that moment.*
âDO NOT THINK I WISH TO COMPLIMENT OR BEFRIEND YOU.â Hell speaks, eyes flicking over to Verchiel and finally taking in the full state hes in.
They really would have to train her.. it made a mental note to bring the idea up later.
âYOU HURT OTHERS YET DO NOT CONSIDER THE CONSEQUENCES. SHED BLOOD YET DONT REALIZE THE CUTS THAT MUST BE MADE TO DO SO. PATHETIC. NOTHING BUT POWER HUNGRY FOR PAIN AND TORMENT. AT LEAST I AM HONEST IN MY ART.â
âYOU MAY DEFEND YOURSELF, BUT YOU HAVE HURT MY DAUGHTER TO THE POINT OF COUGHING BLOOD. DO YOU TRULY BELIEVE I WOULD HAVE MERCY UPON YOU?â
Hell backed up, legs clicking against the ice, before using the ribbons around Peppers legs to drag them away, thankfully only a few feet away from Verchiel.