Let me Devour you

pugletto said: oooh… story fodder

elaienar said: That’s terrifying and I approve 100%.

WELL HERE IS THE THING, RIGHT? black holes you basically literally have to be in their gravity like pretty much on top of them to be sucked in. so that’s not really an issue. it’s TERRIFYING sure, but explains a few things which I will list:

my astronomy teacher said if you were somehow able to survive entering a black hole and reached the bottom or singularity, the way time works is that you would be able to see the entire universe laid out - like you’d know when the universe ended if you looked back outwards

which falls into line with the idea that the angels know all of time and everything except when it will all end precisely (or scientifically, the collapse of this universe is unknown, but supposing angels were black holes they would see until this unknown point)

matter falling into a black hole creates a disc of light which is probably among the literal BRIGHTEST things in the universe 

there are angels which are supposed to be the wheels of God’s Chariot, so it would make sense if, according to theories, that there ARE massive blackholes at the center of all galaxies which is what cause them to rotate, and those black holes are angels which make the galaxy spin. 

black holes were formed sometime after the big bang, which lines into the story of creation, that the angels came after the universe. 

angels can choose to physically manifest like humans, but aren’t actually. it’s said that you cannot survive looking at them or hearing them directly. NASA says that the “note” a black hole emits is the deepest sound found in the universe. i am just guessing here but you would probably die if you heard it up close instead of a bazillion light years away. ALSO side note cool fact apparently that “note”: “…It’s worth pointing out that the “sound” in question is 57 octaves (and one semitone) below middle C, which makes it 247×2−57≈1.71×10−15Hz, or one whole cycle every 18.5 million years.” CRAZY RIGHT although apparently some sing other notes and basically if there’s anything people know about angels it is that they DEFINITELY SING. anyways you can’t see black holes but you can see the things around them and the soundwaves surrounding them. 

also apparently scientists picked up a death “scream” of a star falling into a black hole but like…

anyways literally every angel is terrifying BE NOT AFRAID “haha okay but i’m crying though is that cool” 

A weighted presence, he settled down beside the little thing he'd given — loaned — his cloak. Not touching, but within reach. Close enough for the colourless starlight strands of his hair to counter the darkness of the rest of his presence.

"You are allowed to grieve. Or rage."

Herish was only just holding it together, trembling as tears dribbled down his face. This Herish had never experienced this kind of pain before, his first encounter with the garganquaders and sadly, it would not be his last.

He had been alone in his grief, trying to reach the council on his own, to let them know what had happened to his people. The battle of the blue it was known as, before the council realised stars were being harvested. It was the battle that had triggered the ban of this craft across the council's protected systems, and the garganquaders were not punished as they claimed the battle had been mutual.

Given the council did not know much of the stars, they accepted this explination. After the council's decision, stars pulled away from them. Herish had been the only living witness that said otherwise, but he was a child... his testimony meant very little. And many stars were concerned if they were to take him under their wing, then they could be targeted next.

Garganquaders realised by Herish's testimony that one blue star survived, given their value it put a target on the boy's back. One he'd bare for another 190 years, drifting from place to place.

Grief that cut core-deep like this had a... particular taste. Ashy and bitter, with an undertone of something kept frozen for far too long. Unpleasant. Nostalgic, in ways Nero didn't care to dwell on. For all he'd told the tiny star — barely one, at the age it seemed to be at right now — to grieve as needed, the black hole hoped this particular emotion would pass quickly.

A spindly hand reached out to carefully stroke Herish's hair. The living... generally needed reassurance, and his little blue likely hadn't received any in a long time, especially as it was now. With the Voidweave cloak around the star ensuring protection from the forces of a black hole's touch, he could do this much.

And not dwell on why the scent of grief born from loss of childhood innocence sat like a heavy weight in the back of his throat.

Nero let out a thoughtful hum, a quiet note so deep it was less a sound and more a thrum of space. "It may not comfort you now, but there will be a reckoning for what's been done."