"The holy light has fractured us to pieces and yet we still remain."
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This is a roleplay/ask account of Gabriel!
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General information:
This blog will allow and contain adult topics and themes. Please do not send or interact with it if you are a minor. Suggestive topics will be tagged accordingly.
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This version of Gabriel is a DID system Further information about how to tell which alter is fronting is within the next bullet point. Any ableist questions/statements will not be tolerated.
Gabriel(host) = Blue text. Caine(persecutor/trauma holder) = Red text. Abel(protector/caretaker) = green text. Beryl(gatekeeper) = purple text
Roleplay is allowed and very encouraged. We're here to have fun after all!
This Gabriel has not had his holy light stripped, so he is not actively dying. It would be kinda hard to run a blog if that was the case
His pronouns are He/they/it. They accept any of those.
Mod uses they/them
This version of Gabriel is a seraphim angel instead of an Archangel
He's also a father. His biological son is named Anshel (8) and will be represented with pink text. His biological daughter is Lailah (0).
Shipping is ALLOWED! only send anything suggestive if you are an adult. Personally I don't mind such topics (mod is 18+)
Do not @ me in vents. I genuinely don't know how to comfort both in and out of character.
If I stop responding to a roleplay, please don't @ me to get my attention.
This list will be updated as needed so make sure to check every once in a while! But for now let's have a good time here.
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Character design references:
Gabriel:
Anshel:
Lailah
Lore heavy rps;
The fall of the house of God
š¬ 14Ā Ā š 102Ā Ā ā¤ļø 15Ā Ā·Ā { The Fall Of The House Of God }Ā Ā·Ā Major event rp
(starter)
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It all started so simply.
Today was the day. Every
Daffodils Blooming In Hell
š¬ 9Ā Ā š 47Ā Ā ā¤ļø 8Ā Ā·Ā { Daffodils Blooming In Hell }Ā Ā·Ā Major event rp
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Gabriel had been acting strange as of recent. Wandering all around
Birdcage
š¬ 0Ā Ā š 36Ā Ā ā¤ļø 6Ā Ā·Ā Azrael froze, his scythe dematerializing as he turned to see the children. He immediately crouched down, pulling Anshel an
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salve, Child Gabriel! how are you? still delivering messages i hope? how is everyone else? the humans? I've been trying to reach out to them via flood but alas no response. do you know what happened to them? I've tried asking one of my great-grandchildren, V1, but that...uh..didn't go so well.. ahah...hah...uh anyways love you and sorry for being absent for 6000 years
xoxoxo
@the-father-god
(ps, still trying to get used to this technology stuff, hah! why can't we just go back to clay tablets?)
"Blessed be, father... I've been as well as I can be! Haha... Over the course of your absence I've had a few children of my own, overthrew the dictatorship that tried to take your place in heaven, ah.... Well a lot has happened!"
Gabriel fidgets with his hands, his wings fold tightly against his back from his nervousness.
"ah... Father I have not been a messenger in forever. The council had me... Repurposed. But I would like to return to my former duties! ..... However .... That does lead into why the humans haven't been responding to you ... For they are extinct."
It was reaching into the afternoon, the air starting to cool, yet Azrael had not arrived back home yet. He left early in the morning, supposedly to work, but he could not be found in his office. He instead had spent his day in the training fields.
It wasnāt often that the archangel took time to train on his own, usually practicing combat with Gabriel, but as of late things hadā¦changed. He needed to get stronger. He needed to be able to aid his partner. He couldnāt be weak any longer. He needed to work harder.
Azrael practiced with his scythe, his victims being the scattered training dummies around the field. He was swift and particular with his movements, not even taking a single moment to rest in between strikes. He couldnāt rest, not yet.
His combat had improved greatly over time, but it still wasnāt good enough. He needed to be better, he needed-
Thump.
The head of one of the training dummies landed hard on the floor, stuffing pouring out of the spot where Azraelās scythe had severed it. He sighed, pausing for a moment before turning to another dummy.
Again.
( @angelofamber )
"daddy!!"
Anshel ran over to Azrael, crying. Lailah is on his head, tears in her little eyes as well.
"daddy!!!"
He tugs on Azrael's sleeve. Something seemed... Horrible wrong.
Azrael felt his heart drop. His hands began to tremble as he pulled out of the hug, his chest feeling even tighter than before.
No. No.
Without a word, he scooped Anshel and Lailah into his arms, his wings opening wide before launching him forward, flying faster than he had ever in his life.
"I'm going to take you two home. Go to your room and lock the door. Stay in there till I am back."
He landed in front of their shared quarters, opening the door. He didn't want to spend any time not looking for Gabriel, but...he couldn't risk the children getting hurt.
Azrael left the two, letting out a deep breath before quickly taking flight once again. He was terrified.
He quickly surveyed Heaven, directionless in his search until-
He got a feeling. He wasnāt sure how, or why, but he knew where he had to search. He had to go to Fraud.
Azrael flew at the speed of light, finding the entrance to Hell and rapidly making his way down the layers till he arrived in the layer of deceit. He didnāt even take a moment to survey the layer, despite never visiting it before, flying forward in search of his lover.
Azrael quickly made it to the room, bile building up in his throat at the sight.
Without a second thought he darted forward towards the cage, tears welling up under his helmet. This was all his fault, he shouldāve been more vigilant, he-
No. Now was not the time to spiral.
The archangel was practically hyperventilating as he got to the cage, shaking the bars with his hands in a desperate, albeit stupid, attempt to open it.
āI-Iām here, Iāll get you out, Iām sorry I took so long, I-Iām so sorry-ā
His stammered as he frantically tried to find an opening, his body trembling.
āIāll kill whoever did this to you, I swear on the father..ā
He murmured quietly under his breath, his voice choked out from sobs.
Azrael shook his head quickly, leaning in to rest his hand on Gabrielās cheek. It was clear just how much he was trembling.
āD-Donāt say thatā¦ā
His breathing calmed a bit, trying to center himself. He canāt be useful in combat if he was panicked.
āIāll kill him with my bare hands.ā
This sort of aggression was beyond out of the usual for Azrael, the usual pacifist commonly being terrified of this sort of action. But rage had boiled up deep in his soul, the thought of that disgrace of an angel even daring to lay his hands on his lover once again made Azrael see red.
Azrael was caught off guard, being pulled back from Gabriel by the water and light. He screamed, trying his hardest to fight back but he couldnāt. He was sobbing under his helmet, eyes squeezed shut, terrified beyond belief. He couldnāt lose his lover.
When the archangel opened his eyes again he found himself in Heaven, far away from where Gabriel was being held. He cursed under his breath, regaining his footing and immediately being tempted to journey back to Fraud, butā¦Gabriel was right. Even though he had improved in combat, he wasnāt nearly proficient enough to take on a throne. He would have to get help.
Azrael thought back to what Gabriel had told him, to go to Sisyphusā¦He let out a sigh, taking off from his spot in Heaven and descending through Hell once again, stopping in Greed to go speak with the king.
He approached the palace, hoping and praying to an absent god that Sisyphus would be able to help.
*Sisyphus was on his piramid as usual, he was worried.. he had been worried for a while lately, a lot on his mind, when he heard the sound of the angel's wings, he turned around, surprised to see Azrael.*
āAzrael? What brings you here?ā
*His voice was.. rather cold, not because of him, but because of everything that had been happening, it was too much for him and he couldn't help but be.. cold to others. And since.. he talked with Minos for the last time, he had been even more worried..*
āI get it now.. Let's go there as soon as possible. Dorelor won't hurt him, we'll stop him, is he okay? Did you see him? How are the kids..? Is someone with them? We can't leave them alone.ā
*He said, worried but.. his voice was firm.*
āCalm down, Azrael. We can't.. do anything if we.. break down, okay?.. We shall go there and beat that.. motherfucker.ā
"I-I didn't see him- Gabriel forced me to leave before I could- and the kids, they're together in Anshel's room, I made sure they kept their door locked but they have nobody watching them- but I can't bring them-"
Azrael slowly started to calm down a bit, nodding in response to Sisyphus's reassurance. He was right. There would be no progress if he was panicked.
"...right."
He needed to keep himself collected. For Gabriel's sake.
āLet's go see Gabriel.. okay?.. Let's see what we can do. If we can't do anything, then we'll go talk with Michael and bring someone to look after the kids, maybe Minos will be able to do so. Now, let's focus on Gabriel, can you take me there?ā
*He gave Azrael a little pat on the head, wanting to calm him down, he knew how this felt, but they needed to be focused and.. calmed.*
Azrael nodded again, letting out a deep sigh before speaking once again.
āHeās in Fraud, Iā¦I can take you there.ā
While he was still uneasy, he was more calm and collected, not panicked like before. He made his way towards the descent, leading Sisyphus down the layers till they arrived in Fraud, approaching the room once he had adjusted to the twisting of the layer.
*..As he saw the birdcage, he approached quickly, seeing how Gabriel lacked clothes made him furious, he knew what he had done..*
*He would have yelled, but.. he knew that wouldn't do anything, his voice was colder, serious, focused.*
āGabriel. We are here for you, do you know how did he enter?.. We'll save you.. We are here.. He won't touch you again, I-.. I promise..ā
*A cape of light and warmth wrapped around the archangel. Why was Sisyphus so.. emotionless?.. They all knew how much he would yell if he wasn't like.. this..*
Azrael quickly followed behind Sisyphus, the feeling of bile building up in his throat once again. His hands trembled, tears clouding his vision as he shook with rage.
āL-Love- Iām so sorry, I- Iām going to fucking kill him.ā
The last part was murmured quietly, his voice coarse from sobbing. He was beyond furious at this point. His hands balled up into fists, if not for his gauntlets his nails would be breaking skin.
āAzrael, let's hide. If he does anything, we.. catch him and beat him up. Understood? Now, calm down, and wait.ā
*His brightness lowered till' it was gone, hidding in the room the best as he could, always watching the scene, his gaze focused, piercing on the birdcage as he waited.. and waited. He almost looked like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and kill his pray, because maybe, that was his plan.*
The thought of waiting, standing by and letting that monster get any closer to Gabriel, made him sick to his stomach. But he knew Sisyphus was right.
He nodded, taking a deep breath to center himself before his wings pulled tight to his back, hiding in a spot on the other side of the room. He was still trembling, but was entirely silent.
A voice spoke ... And out a door came Dorelor. An angel still wearing old, long time unused council garb, two sets of wings. Golden chains decorating his body.
Dorelor was once the council's warden. His job was to chain and capture angels that broke heavenly law. His powers when it came to ensnarement and capture is powerful.
"I've returned, my dear..."
Gabriel looks at Dorelor, taking a breath before responding. Trying to remain level headed to keep the situation as controlled as possible.
"Dorelor."
Dorelor hums sickly sweet. Producing a key to unlock the cage.
*..As soon as he saw Dorelor producing the key, he jumped out from his hidding spot, taking Dorelor from the wings and crushing them easily. He held him high, his brightness so very bright.. He wanted to blind him.*
āYou.ā
*His touch was painful, burning.. it burned like fire itself, and even more. He never let Dorelor leave his grip, only crushing the feathers even more, he didn't even need his two hands, just with one was enough to easily break the structure of the feathered limbs. His touch left burns on the wings, burning the feathers that weren't already hurt, and even those that were. He wasn't going to have mercy, not after what he did to Seraph.*
Azrael came out of his hiding spot, wincing and shutting his eyes as Sisyphus grew brighter. He waited for a moment till it was safer for him to move forward, his scythe materializing in his hand. His wings flared out, producing an imposing presence. The Archangel of Death, in his full truth.
He kept his eyes tightly closed, his grip on his scythe firm. Despite not having said a word, his anger could clearly be felt, the energy emanating off of him.
āYou.ā
He repeated, his voice harsh and low, trembling from rage.
Now that the cage was open, Gabriel immediately flew out and into the air, ready to teleport and flee to safety. But--
Dorelor, struggling from Sisyphus's burning radiance and his wings being crushed-- he summons a chain to grab and shackle Gabriel's ankle. yanking him back down harshly. He crashed into the ground with a huge booming impact.
"you can't do this-- you-- you won't! You won't take away my songbird!"
Dorelor shouts as he kicks Sisyphus, looking at Azrael as if he didn't just gravely injure Gabriel.
*As he heard the impact, he threw Dorelor to the ground with all of his strength. His brightness lowering as he ran to his child, crouching and taking him up into his arms.*
āGabriel! My child.. Are you okay? Is everything okay? Come here, you are safe now, he won't hurt you again..ā
*He promised, covering him once again in a coat of light and warmth, so he would feel better.*
āWhat hurts?.. Tell me, I can try to ease the pain with warmth, I fear I do not know much about medicine but if it brings you comfort it will work.ā
*..Then, he realized maybe Azrael gave Gabriel more comfort than him, but he also understood Azrael would want to beat Dorelor for some time.*
At the sound of the impact Azraelās eyes shot open, darting from Gabriel to Dorelor. His first instinct told him to run to his lover, but it seemed like Sisyphus had gone to comfort Gabriel already, so that only leftā¦.
The archangel whipped back around, his armored foot slamming hard into the fallen throneās chest. Not even a moment after, the blade of the scythe was pressed hard against his neck, Azrael glaring down.
āIf you do as much as utter another fucking sound I will not hesitate to rip your throat out with my own bare hands.ā
His eyes were kept on Dorelorās hands, so if he tried to pull any bullshit, heād be on it immediately.
āYouāre lucky I havenāt slit your throat yet.ā
Dorelor struggles for a moment, looking up at Azrael.
"you.... You wont-- take him away from me----!"
Cw: Gore, vauge mentions of past SA
A holy spear is suddenly plunged into his skull.
"SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Gabriel began repeating stabbing the body over, and over, and over again. Even when Dorelor had long since expired.
with every stab Gabriel screamed and cried out in a long building agony. The agony of what happened to him seven years ago. The agony of what happened to him just an hour ago. The agony of knowing Dorelor had gotten away with it all until *now*.
... Gabriel is a judge after all, and he's giving his sentence with every cry he sobbed out with ear piercing volume. He kept stabbing the body.
Over... And over... And over again.
Until he fell to his knees, a horrific mutilation of Dorelor. But he deserved nothing less. Gabriel sobbed just as loud still.
He screams with every breath. Everything he is shattered in the moment.
*..As he saw Gabriel piercing Dorelor's skull, he smiled softly, approaching them and holding that.. angel's wings, easily ripping them from that disgusting being. He didn't deserve those. He threw the wings to the floor, seeing as the blood dripped from them.*
*Sisyphus stayed silence, he knew his job there was done, now Seraph and Azrael needed to go back to the kids, and Azrael could calm Gabriel down easily. He only watched as more and more blood dripped from that being, sighing. He did not feel bad for him, he was just thinking, he really had to go back.. to just a weapon, eh?.. For others, for the ones he loved.*
Azraelās body still trembled, eyes wide under his helm as he stared one spear go through the body, then another, then another. He was silent the entire time. Once Sisyphus came to rip off his wings, Azrael stepped back, staring at the mangled corpse with a sense of satisfaction, butā¦ he was stunned. Somewhat like a deer in headlights.
But it didnāt take long for him to come to his senses. Not even a minute later he darted to Gabrielās side, kneeling down beside his partner. He reached out as if to want to hug Gabriel, but pulled back, unsure if that was what his lover wanted in the moment. He tried to speak, but his words got caught in his throat. After a few tries, he finally was able to utter words.
āI-I will never leave your side, I will never let anyone hurt you like that ever again, I swear on my life- I-I failed you, and Iām sorry.ā
He wasnāt sobbing, but it was clear his voice was strained.
Azrael slowly got up from his kneeled position, nodding. He didnāt say a word, but it was clear that he was starting to calm down, the adrenaline settling. Once his mind was clear, it started to wanderā¦shit, the kids.
He knew Gabriel would need space but he couldnāt leave Gabrielās side to take care of the children, he couldnāt take his eyes off of him. Maybe he could ask a favor from Michael or another to watch the little ones for a while, at least until things calmed down a bit.
Azrael walked up to Gabriel, gently resting his hand on his loverās shoulder. He didnāt utter a word, but it was clear he was asking if the other was ready to go.
Gabriel nods, taking a breath before holding Azrael's hand. He nuzzles his face before raising his free hand. Light beaming onto both angels as they're teleported back to heaven.
"... I need my clothes... And a barf bag."
He sighs, the entire event is weighing on him... But he did feel relieved. Closure knowing Dorelor is gone for good.
Azrael sighed, gently squeezing Gabrielās hand as they returned to Heaven. He nodded quickly as the other spoke, walking him back to their quarters.
āThere are fresh clothes in our room, and you can take as much time as you need to rest- I can watch the kids, and if not me, we can always ask one of your siblings for assistance.ā
Once they got back, he opened the door, walking Gabriel back to his room. He then turned to Anshelās room, letting out a sigh before knocking. The poor children must be terrified.
āAnshel? Sweetheart, itās me, you can open the door now.ā
Azrael immediately dropped to the floor, kneeling down and gently hugging the two of them. He held back tears, staying silent for a few moments as he just held Anshel and Lailah. After a little bit he came back to his senses, letting out a deep sigh.
āPapa he.. heās safe. Heās home, he just needs some space for now, alright?ā
He leaned back, taking his helmet off for the first time in hours. His eyes were tired, but still held the same compassion they always did.
āIām so sorry I had to leave you two aloneā¦ā
Azrael smiled with his eyes, pulling the two into another soft hug.
āI am so proud of you Anshel, so proud.ā
He couldnāt even begin to imagine how scary this situation mustāve been for the children, but hearing Anshel say this brought him a bit of comfort.
Azrael laughed a bit too, nodding. God, he was so glad to hear Gabriel laugh. He loved his laugh.
āI can make dinner, you rest. Anything in particular you wanted?ā
He started walking over to the kitchen from the hallway, happy to be able to cook for his family. He loved his family. Even though there was hardship, it always circled back to this.
Azrael nodded again, starting to get some stuff out of the fridge. It was hard to try and turn back to normalcy after everything that happened, but he would have to try.
He took out the meats, bread, and wine from the fridge, setting them up and pouring two glasses of wine, one for himself and another for Gabriel. He also set up a plate for Anshel, setting it aside for the young angel.
He walked back to Gabriel, handing him one of the wine glasses before nuzzling his face against the otherās, purring softly.
Azrael almost instinctively ran over, snatching the wine bottle and keeping it out of Anshelās grasp, storing it where the young angel couldnāt grab it.
āNope, thatās for adults-ā
He laughed, his head wings fluttering a bit as he turned to the fridge to get some juice for Anshel, handing a cup to him.
Anshel pouts as the wine was taken, though all of his frustration immediately fizzled away when giving the juice.
Gabriel drank a sip of his wine, watching the interaction quietly. He felt... Odd. He thought he would be more upset after everything. Though the fact Dorelor is dead for good brings him comfort.
Seraph slowly enters Michael's archives. Not wearing any of his armor, instead his old angelic robes. White fabric covering his skin, golden accessories decorating the white.
He picks up a book from the shelf, his wings folded tightly against his back.
"..."
{ @manywingedangel }
āā¦S-Seraph..? Is thatā¦ actually you..?ā
Michael walks out of his office, looking as presentable as possible, hiding what had just happened, he was shocked to see youā¦ especially in those old robes
āBrother, is everything ok..? You havenāt worn those robes in agesā¦ andā¦ fuck, I heard what happenedā¦ sorry I wasnāt there but, Iām glad you killed him.ā
"...I just... My armor shows too much skin. I... Need to feel comfortable with my skin again if I want to don my armor.
Seraph sighs, looking at Michael.
"sometimes I wish I never came up with that nickname. It feels like people forget at the end of the day I am gods will. Gabriel... It was supposed to just be a nickname Arch could call me."
āI see, considering everything, I donāt blame you for doing this, if anything, Iād be more concerned if you soldiered through everything. Youāre giving yourself a chance to heal.ā
Michael walks closer, the sol behind him flickering back to life, he was so glad to see that not only were you ok, but also letting the healing process begin, something you deserved for such a long time now
āBrother, I know you are Godās Will, youāre still Gabriel, nothing will ever change that, I justā¦ find it easier to call you āSeraphā, but if you want me to refer to you as Gabriel again, I will.ā
āTo me, youāre more than enough of a Seraphim, brother, far better than ones from eons pastā¦ especially a specific one damned to Hell whoās active againā¦ā
Michael walks over to the bookshelf, skimming over each book with his shrouded eyes, fixing past mistakesā¦ rewriting historyā¦
āI truly believe that youāre capable of pulling this off, I saw how you were able to give King Sisyphus his human body back, thatās more than enough proof for me. Plus, there are many whoāve been erased from history here in Heaven, who deserve to have their names remembered. You have what it takes, Gabriel.ā
āIt annoys me to the core of the fucking Earth and back how much was erased regarding themā¦ unfortunately all that remains regarding King Minos and King Sisyphus isā¦ their uprising and you killing themā¦ brotherā¦ everything else before had become null and voidā¦ā
Michael couldnāt hold back his frustration regarding the erasure of the Prime Souls, how kind and compassionate they were before revolting against Heavenā¦ before being killed and imprisonedā¦ it drove him madā¦
āI swear it- wait, has Lailah been here the whole time, Gabriel..? I just now noticed herā¦ also, I fully understand needing multiple edibles for these things, but please do take it easy, donāt overdo it.ā
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Seraph slowly enters Michael's archives. Not wearing any of his armor, instead his old angelic robes. White fabric covering his skin, golden accessories decorating the white.
He picks up a book from the shelf, his wings folded tightly against his back.
"..."
{ @manywingedangel }
āā¦S-Seraph..? Is thatā¦ actually you..?ā
Michael walks out of his office, looking as presentable as possible, hiding what had just happened, he was shocked to see youā¦ especially in those old robes
āBrother, is everything ok..? You havenāt worn those robes in agesā¦ andā¦ fuck, I heard what happenedā¦ sorry I wasnāt there but, Iām glad you killed him.ā
"...I just... My armor shows too much skin. I... Need to feel comfortable with my skin again if I want to don my armor.
Seraph sighs, looking at Michael.
"sometimes I wish I never came up with that nickname. It feels like people forget at the end of the day I am gods will. Gabriel... It was supposed to just be a nickname Arch could call me."
āI see, considering everything, I donāt blame you for doing this, if anything, Iād be more concerned if you soldiered through everything. Youāre giving yourself a chance to heal.ā
Michael walks closer, the sol behind him flickering back to life, he was so glad to see that not only were you ok, but also letting the healing process begin, something you deserved for such a long time now
āBrother, I know you are Godās Will, youāre still Gabriel, nothing will ever change that, I justā¦ find it easier to call you āSeraphā, but if you want me to refer to you as Gabriel again, I will.ā
āTo me, youāre more than enough of a Seraphim, brother, far better than ones from eons pastā¦ especially a specific one damned to Hell whoās active againā¦ā
Michael walks over to the bookshelf, skimming over each book with his shrouded eyes, fixing past mistakesā¦ rewriting historyā¦
āI truly believe that youāre capable of pulling this off, I saw how you were able to give King Sisyphus his human body back, thatās more than enough proof for me. Plus, there are many whoāve been erased from history here in Heaven, who deserve to have their names remembered. You have what it takes, Gabriel.ā
Ori had been a mess recently. Torn between his anxieties about Lust, about Minos, about Sisyphus, his partners, andā¦ whatever else that was causing a constant thrum of anxiety in his chest. He was hard to get a hold of, erratic, and pacing the streets of Lust every day and night, when he wasnāt holed up in his office.
It was a miracle Seraph managed to get a hold of him at all, and especially to justā¦ visit. Nothing else, just an innocent visit to Heaven, as much as it made Ori want to throw up being away from Lust too long.
-@hellsfavoritefallen
"Ori ..."
Seraph could tell something was wrong, very wrong. .. but he knows better than to interrogate Ori.
"come, friend... The heavenly pools await us."
... But what he does know is how much water can calm him down.
Ori hated being away from Lust, but he especially hated being in Heaven, being in the place that he once resided. Seraphās Heaven was different enough from his own that it wasnāt traumatizing, but it was still enough to make him unsettled, anxiety curling in his chest, hand hovering by his knife as his wings twitched.
āI have not been in the bathing pools of Heaven sinceā¦ā
He trailed off, the answer quite clear. He had no reason to be in them after he fell, Greedās pools did just fine, and he wasnāt entirely sure he could get into Heaven in his own world.
He followed behind Seraph, wings twitching at every stray sound.
Seraph has been different recently, he couldn't fault Ori for being different as well.
The seraphim of water has been... Happier. Or at the very least more serene, as if having overcome a great hardship and is finally able to recover from it all.
The grandest heavenly bathing pools, reserved for the elite... Marble carved so carefully, water crystal clear, stained glass making the rooms light filter into many colors..
Ori could tell that Seraph seemed calmer. Perhaps some of that would rub off on him through spending time with the seraphim, but he severely doubted it. There was nothing that could truly quell his anxieties, but they were a necessary evil to protect his loved ones.
The bathing pools were gorgeous, and Ori desperately wished he could relax enough to enjoy the architecture of them, take notes for new designs for Lust (which would be destroyed any day because of his own failureā)
He shook out his wings, before tucking them tightly to his back, glancing over at Seraph for a moment.
Ori was horrified. He sat down by the edge of the pool heavily, hand picking at his knife as he stared at Seraph. What the hell could he even say to that? He felt sick.
"...I am glad he is dead. I am glad you are the one who killed him and got closure."
He shuffled off the boots of his armor, just dipping his feet in and nothing else. He hadn't had his armor off since...
...
He couldn't remember. But the thought of taking it off made him even more anxious.
It was reaching into the afternoon, the air starting to cool, yet Azrael had not arrived back home yet. He left early in the morning, supposedly to work, but he could not be found in his office. He instead had spent his day in the training fields.
It wasnāt often that the archangel took time to train on his own, usually practicing combat with Gabriel, but as of late things hadā¦changed. He needed to get stronger. He needed to be able to aid his partner. He couldnāt be weak any longer. He needed to work harder.
Azrael practiced with his scythe, his victims being the scattered training dummies around the field. He was swift and particular with his movements, not even taking a single moment to rest in between strikes. He couldnāt rest, not yet.
His combat had improved greatly over time, but it still wasnāt good enough. He needed to be better, he needed-
Thump.
The head of one of the training dummies landed hard on the floor, stuffing pouring out of the spot where Azraelās scythe had severed it. He sighed, pausing for a moment before turning to another dummy.
Again.
( @angelofamber )
"daddy!!"
Anshel ran over to Azrael, crying. Lailah is on his head, tears in her little eyes as well.
"daddy!!!"
He tugs on Azrael's sleeve. Something seemed... Horrible wrong.
Azrael felt his heart drop. His hands began to tremble as he pulled out of the hug, his chest feeling even tighter than before.
No. No.
Without a word, he scooped Anshel and Lailah into his arms, his wings opening wide before launching him forward, flying faster than he had ever in his life.
"I'm going to take you two home. Go to your room and lock the door. Stay in there till I am back."
He landed in front of their shared quarters, opening the door. He didn't want to spend any time not looking for Gabriel, but...he couldn't risk the children getting hurt.
Azrael left the two, letting out a deep breath before quickly taking flight once again. He was terrified.
He quickly surveyed Heaven, directionless in his search until-
He got a feeling. He wasnāt sure how, or why, but he knew where he had to search. He had to go to Fraud.
Azrael flew at the speed of light, finding the entrance to Hell and rapidly making his way down the layers till he arrived in the layer of deceit. He didnāt even take a moment to survey the layer, despite never visiting it before, flying forward in search of his lover.
Azrael quickly made it to the room, bile building up in his throat at the sight.
Without a second thought he darted forward towards the cage, tears welling up under his helmet. This was all his fault, he shouldāve been more vigilant, he-
No. Now was not the time to spiral.
The archangel was practically hyperventilating as he got to the cage, shaking the bars with his hands in a desperate, albeit stupid, attempt to open it.
āI-Iām here, Iāll get you out, Iām sorry I took so long, I-Iām so sorry-ā
His stammered as he frantically tried to find an opening, his body trembling.
āIāll kill whoever did this to you, I swear on the father..ā
He murmured quietly under his breath, his voice choked out from sobs.
Azrael shook his head quickly, leaning in to rest his hand on Gabrielās cheek. It was clear just how much he was trembling.
āD-Donāt say thatā¦ā
His breathing calmed a bit, trying to center himself. He canāt be useful in combat if he was panicked.
āIāll kill him with my bare hands.ā
This sort of aggression was beyond out of the usual for Azrael, the usual pacifist commonly being terrified of this sort of action. But rage had boiled up deep in his soul, the thought of that disgrace of an angel even daring to lay his hands on his lover once again made Azrael see red.
Azrael was caught off guard, being pulled back from Gabriel by the water and light. He screamed, trying his hardest to fight back but he couldnāt. He was sobbing under his helmet, eyes squeezed shut, terrified beyond belief. He couldnāt lose his lover.
When the archangel opened his eyes again he found himself in Heaven, far away from where Gabriel was being held. He cursed under his breath, regaining his footing and immediately being tempted to journey back to Fraud, butā¦Gabriel was right. Even though he had improved in combat, he wasnāt nearly proficient enough to take on a throne. He would have to get help.
Azrael thought back to what Gabriel had told him, to go to Sisyphusā¦He let out a sigh, taking off from his spot in Heaven and descending through Hell once again, stopping in Greed to go speak with the king.
He approached the palace, hoping and praying to an absent god that Sisyphus would be able to help.
*Sisyphus was on his piramid as usual, he was worried.. he had been worried for a while lately, a lot on his mind, when he heard the sound of the angel's wings, he turned around, surprised to see Azrael.*
āAzrael? What brings you here?ā
*His voice was.. rather cold, not because of him, but because of everything that had been happening, it was too much for him and he couldn't help but be.. cold to others. And since.. he talked with Minos for the last time, he had been even more worried..*
āI get it now.. Let's go there as soon as possible. Dorelor won't hurt him, we'll stop him, is he okay? Did you see him? How are the kids..? Is someone with them? We can't leave them alone.ā
*He said, worried but.. his voice was firm.*
āCalm down, Azrael. We can't.. do anything if we.. break down, okay?.. We shall go there and beat that.. motherfucker.ā
"I-I didn't see him- Gabriel forced me to leave before I could- and the kids, they're together in Anshel's room, I made sure they kept their door locked but they have nobody watching them- but I can't bring them-"
Azrael slowly started to calm down a bit, nodding in response to Sisyphus's reassurance. He was right. There would be no progress if he was panicked.
"...right."
He needed to keep himself collected. For Gabriel's sake.
āLet's go see Gabriel.. okay?.. Let's see what we can do. If we can't do anything, then we'll go talk with Michael and bring someone to look after the kids, maybe Minos will be able to do so. Now, let's focus on Gabriel, can you take me there?ā
*He gave Azrael a little pat on the head, wanting to calm him down, he knew how this felt, but they needed to be focused and.. calmed.*
Azrael nodded again, letting out a deep sigh before speaking once again.
āHeās in Fraud, Iā¦I can take you there.ā
While he was still uneasy, he was more calm and collected, not panicked like before. He made his way towards the descent, leading Sisyphus down the layers till they arrived in Fraud, approaching the room once he had adjusted to the twisting of the layer.
*..As he saw the birdcage, he approached quickly, seeing how Gabriel lacked clothes made him furious, he knew what he had done..*
*He would have yelled, but.. he knew that wouldn't do anything, his voice was colder, serious, focused.*
āGabriel. We are here for you, do you know how did he enter?.. We'll save you.. We are here.. He won't touch you again, I-.. I promise..ā
*A cape of light and warmth wrapped around the archangel. Why was Sisyphus so.. emotionless?.. They all knew how much he would yell if he wasn't like.. this..*
Azrael quickly followed behind Sisyphus, the feeling of bile building up in his throat once again. His hands trembled, tears clouding his vision as he shook with rage.
āL-Love- Iām so sorry, I- Iām going to fucking kill him.ā
The last part was murmured quietly, his voice coarse from sobbing. He was beyond furious at this point. His hands balled up into fists, if not for his gauntlets his nails would be breaking skin.
āAzrael, let's hide. If he does anything, we.. catch him and beat him up. Understood? Now, calm down, and wait.ā
*His brightness lowered till' it was gone, hidding in the room the best as he could, always watching the scene, his gaze focused, piercing on the birdcage as he waited.. and waited. He almost looked like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and kill his pray, because maybe, that was his plan.*
The thought of waiting, standing by and letting that monster get any closer to Gabriel, made him sick to his stomach. But he knew Sisyphus was right.
He nodded, taking a deep breath to center himself before his wings pulled tight to his back, hiding in a spot on the other side of the room. He was still trembling, but was entirely silent.
A voice spoke ... And out a door came Dorelor. An angel still wearing old, long time unused council garb, two sets of wings. Golden chains decorating his body.
Dorelor was once the council's warden. His job was to chain and capture angels that broke heavenly law. His powers when it came to ensnarement and capture is powerful.
"I've returned, my dear..."
Gabriel looks at Dorelor, taking a breath before responding. Trying to remain level headed to keep the situation as controlled as possible.
"Dorelor."
Dorelor hums sickly sweet. Producing a key to unlock the cage.
*..As soon as he saw Dorelor producing the key, he jumped out from his hidding spot, taking Dorelor from the wings and crushing them easily. He held him high, his brightness so very bright.. He wanted to blind him.*
āYou.ā
*His touch was painful, burning.. it burned like fire itself, and even more. He never let Dorelor leave his grip, only crushing the feathers even more, he didn't even need his two hands, just with one was enough to easily break the structure of the feathered limbs. His touch left burns on the wings, burning the feathers that weren't already hurt, and even those that were. He wasn't going to have mercy, not after what he did to Seraph.*
Azrael came out of his hiding spot, wincing and shutting his eyes as Sisyphus grew brighter. He waited for a moment till it was safer for him to move forward, his scythe materializing in his hand. His wings flared out, producing an imposing presence. The Archangel of Death, in his full truth.
He kept his eyes tightly closed, his grip on his scythe firm. Despite not having said a word, his anger could clearly be felt, the energy emanating off of him.
āYou.ā
He repeated, his voice harsh and low, trembling from rage.
Now that the cage was open, Gabriel immediately flew out and into the air, ready to teleport and flee to safety. But--
Dorelor, struggling from Sisyphus's burning radiance and his wings being crushed-- he summons a chain to grab and shackle Gabriel's ankle. yanking him back down harshly. He crashed into the ground with a huge booming impact.
"you can't do this-- you-- you won't! You won't take away my songbird!"
Dorelor shouts as he kicks Sisyphus, looking at Azrael as if he didn't just gravely injure Gabriel.
*As he heard the impact, he threw Dorelor to the ground with all of his strength. His brightness lowering as he ran to his child, crouching and taking him up into his arms.*
āGabriel! My child.. Are you okay? Is everything okay? Come here, you are safe now, he won't hurt you again..ā
*He promised, covering him once again in a coat of light and warmth, so he would feel better.*
āWhat hurts?.. Tell me, I can try to ease the pain with warmth, I fear I do not know much about medicine but if it brings you comfort it will work.ā
*..Then, he realized maybe Azrael gave Gabriel more comfort than him, but he also understood Azrael would want to beat Dorelor for some time.*
At the sound of the impact Azraelās eyes shot open, darting from Gabriel to Dorelor. His first instinct told him to run to his lover, but it seemed like Sisyphus had gone to comfort Gabriel already, so that only leftā¦.
The archangel whipped back around, his armored foot slamming hard into the fallen throneās chest. Not even a moment after, the blade of the scythe was pressed hard against his neck, Azrael glaring down.
āIf you do as much as utter another fucking sound I will not hesitate to rip your throat out with my own bare hands.ā
His eyes were kept on Dorelorās hands, so if he tried to pull any bullshit, heād be on it immediately.
āYouāre lucky I havenāt slit your throat yet.ā
Dorelor struggles for a moment, looking up at Azrael.
"you.... You wont-- take him away from me----!"
Cw: Gore, vauge mentions of past SA
A holy spear is suddenly plunged into his skull.
"SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Gabriel began repeating stabbing the body over, and over, and over again. Even when Dorelor had long since expired.
with every stab Gabriel screamed and cried out in a long building agony. The agony of what happened to him seven years ago. The agony of what happened to him just an hour ago. The agony of knowing Dorelor had gotten away with it all until *now*.
... Gabriel is a judge after all, and he's giving his sentence with every cry he sobbed out with ear piercing volume. He kept stabbing the body.
Over... And over... And over again.
Until he fell to his knees, a horrific mutilation of Dorelor. But he deserved nothing less. Gabriel sobbed just as loud still.
He screams with every breath. Everything he is shattered in the moment.
*..As he saw Gabriel piercing Dorelor's skull, he smiled softly, approaching them and holding that.. angel's wings, easily ripping them from that disgusting being. He didn't deserve those. He threw the wings to the floor, seeing as the blood dripped from them.*
*Sisyphus stayed silence, he knew his job there was done, now Seraph and Azrael needed to go back to the kids, and Azrael could calm Gabriel down easily. He only watched as more and more blood dripped from that being, sighing. He did not feel bad for him, he was just thinking, he really had to go back.. to just a weapon, eh?.. For others, for the ones he loved.*
Azraelās body still trembled, eyes wide under his helm as he stared one spear go through the body, then another, then another. He was silent the entire time. Once Sisyphus came to rip off his wings, Azrael stepped back, staring at the mangled corpse with a sense of satisfaction, butā¦ he was stunned. Somewhat like a deer in headlights.
But it didnāt take long for him to come to his senses. Not even a minute later he darted to Gabrielās side, kneeling down beside his partner. He reached out as if to want to hug Gabriel, but pulled back, unsure if that was what his lover wanted in the moment. He tried to speak, but his words got caught in his throat. After a few tries, he finally was able to utter words.
āI-I will never leave your side, I will never let anyone hurt you like that ever again, I swear on my life- I-I failed you, and Iām sorry.ā
He wasnāt sobbing, but it was clear his voice was strained.
Azrael slowly got up from his kneeled position, nodding. He didnāt say a word, but it was clear that he was starting to calm down, the adrenaline settling. Once his mind was clear, it started to wanderā¦shit, the kids.
He knew Gabriel would need space but he couldnāt leave Gabrielās side to take care of the children, he couldnāt take his eyes off of him. Maybe he could ask a favor from Michael or another to watch the little ones for a while, at least until things calmed down a bit.
Azrael walked up to Gabriel, gently resting his hand on his loverās shoulder. He didnāt utter a word, but it was clear he was asking if the other was ready to go.
Gabriel nods, taking a breath before holding Azrael's hand. He nuzzles his face before raising his free hand. Light beaming onto both angels as they're teleported back to heaven.
"... I need my clothes... And a barf bag."
He sighs, the entire event is weighing on him... But he did feel relieved. Closure knowing Dorelor is gone for good.
Azrael sighed, gently squeezing Gabrielās hand as they returned to Heaven. He nodded quickly as the other spoke, walking him back to their quarters.
āThere are fresh clothes in our room, and you can take as much time as you need to rest- I can watch the kids, and if not me, we can always ask one of your siblings for assistance.ā
Once they got back, he opened the door, walking Gabriel back to his room. He then turned to Anshelās room, letting out a sigh before knocking. The poor children must be terrified.
āAnshel? Sweetheart, itās me, you can open the door now.ā
Azrael immediately dropped to the floor, kneeling down and gently hugging the two of them. He held back tears, staying silent for a few moments as he just held Anshel and Lailah. After a little bit he came back to his senses, letting out a deep sigh.
āPapa he.. heās safe. Heās home, he just needs some space for now, alright?ā
He leaned back, taking his helmet off for the first time in hours. His eyes were tired, but still held the same compassion they always did.
āIām so sorry I had to leave you two aloneā¦ā
Azrael smiled with his eyes, pulling the two into another soft hug.
āI am so proud of you Anshel, so proud.ā
He couldnāt even begin to imagine how scary this situation mustāve been for the children, but hearing Anshel say this brought him a bit of comfort.
Azrael laughed a bit too, nodding. God, he was so glad to hear Gabriel laugh. He loved his laugh.
āI can make dinner, you rest. Anything in particular you wanted?ā
He started walking over to the kitchen from the hallway, happy to be able to cook for his family. He loved his family. Even though there was hardship, it always circled back to this.
Azrael nodded again, starting to get some stuff out of the fridge. It was hard to try and turn back to normalcy after everything that happened, but he would have to try.
He took out the meats, bread, and wine from the fridge, setting them up and pouring two glasses of wine, one for himself and another for Gabriel. He also set up a plate for Anshel, setting it aside for the young angel.
He walked back to Gabriel, handing him one of the wine glasses before nuzzling his face against the otherās, purring softly.
Ori had been a mess recently. Torn between his anxieties about Lust, about Minos, about Sisyphus, his partners, andā¦ whatever else that was causing a constant thrum of anxiety in his chest. He was hard to get a hold of, erratic, and pacing the streets of Lust every day and night, when he wasnāt holed up in his office.
It was a miracle Seraph managed to get a hold of him at all, and especially to justā¦ visit. Nothing else, just an innocent visit to Heaven, as much as it made Ori want to throw up being away from Lust too long.
-@hellsfavoritefallen
"Ori ..."
Seraph could tell something was wrong, very wrong. .. but he knows better than to interrogate Ori.
"come, friend... The heavenly pools await us."
... But what he does know is how much water can calm him down.
Ori hated being away from Lust, but he especially hated being in Heaven, being in the place that he once resided. Seraphās Heaven was different enough from his own that it wasnāt traumatizing, but it was still enough to make him unsettled, anxiety curling in his chest, hand hovering by his knife as his wings twitched.
āI have not been in the bathing pools of Heaven sinceā¦ā
He trailed off, the answer quite clear. He had no reason to be in them after he fell, Greedās pools did just fine, and he wasnāt entirely sure he could get into Heaven in his own world.
He followed behind Seraph, wings twitching at every stray sound.
Seraph has been different recently, he couldn't fault Ori for being different as well.
The seraphim of water has been... Happier. Or at the very least more serene, as if having overcome a great hardship and is finally able to recover from it all.
The grandest heavenly bathing pools, reserved for the elite... Marble carved so carefully, water crystal clear, stained glass making the rooms light filter into many colors..
Ori could tell that Seraph seemed calmer. Perhaps some of that would rub off on him through spending time with the seraphim, but he severely doubted it. There was nothing that could truly quell his anxieties, but they were a necessary evil to protect his loved ones.
The bathing pools were gorgeous, and Ori desperately wished he could relax enough to enjoy the architecture of them, take notes for new designs for Lust (which would be destroyed any day because of his own failureā)
He shook out his wings, before tucking them tightly to his back, glancing over at Seraph for a moment.
Ori had been a mess recently. Torn between his anxieties about Lust, about Minos, about Sisyphus, his partners, andā¦ whatever else that was causing a constant thrum of anxiety in his chest. He was hard to get a hold of, erratic, and pacing the streets of Lust every day and night, when he wasnāt holed up in his office.
It was a miracle Seraph managed to get a hold of him at all, and especially to justā¦ visit. Nothing else, just an innocent visit to Heaven, as much as it made Ori want to throw up being away from Lust too long.
-@hellsfavoritefallen
"Ori ..."
Seraph could tell something was wrong, very wrong. .. but he knows better than to interrogate Ori.
"come, friend... The heavenly pools await us."
... But what he does know is how much water can calm him down.
Ori hated being away from Lust, but he especially hated being in Heaven, being in the place that he once resided. Seraphās Heaven was different enough from his own that it wasnāt traumatizing, but it was still enough to make him unsettled, anxiety curling in his chest, hand hovering by his knife as his wings twitched.
āI have not been in the bathing pools of Heaven sinceā¦ā
He trailed off, the answer quite clear. He had no reason to be in them after he fell, Greedās pools did just fine, and he wasnāt entirely sure he could get into Heaven in his own world.
He followed behind Seraph, wings twitching at every stray sound.
Seraph has been different recently, he couldn't fault Ori for being different as well.
The seraphim of water has been... Happier. Or at the very least more serene, as if having overcome a great hardship and is finally able to recover from it all.
The grandest heavenly bathing pools, reserved for the elite... Marble carved so carefully, water crystal clear, stained glass making the rooms light filter into many colors..
Ori could tell that Seraph seemed calmer. Perhaps some of that would rub off on him through spending time with the seraphim, but he severely doubted it. There was nothing that could truly quell his anxieties, but they were a necessary evil to protect his loved ones.
The bathing pools were gorgeous, and Ori desperately wished he could relax enough to enjoy the architecture of them, take notes for new designs for Lust (which would be destroyed any day because of his own failureā)
He shook out his wings, before tucking them tightly to his back, glancing over at Seraph for a moment.
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Ori had been a mess recently. Torn between his anxieties about Lust, about Minos, about Sisyphus, his partners, andā¦ whatever else that was causing a constant thrum of anxiety in his chest. He was hard to get a hold of, erratic, and pacing the streets of Lust every day and night, when he wasnāt holed up in his office.
It was a miracle Seraph managed to get a hold of him at all, and especially to justā¦ visit. Nothing else, just an innocent visit to Heaven, as much as it made Ori want to throw up being away from Lust too long.
-@hellsfavoritefallen
"Ori ..."
Seraph could tell something was wrong, very wrong. .. but he knows better than to interrogate Ori.
"come, friend... The heavenly pools await us."
... But what he does know is how much water can calm him down.
Ori hated being away from Lust, but he especially hated being in Heaven, being in the place that he once resided. Seraphās Heaven was different enough from his own that it wasnāt traumatizing, but it was still enough to make him unsettled, anxiety curling in his chest, hand hovering by his knife as his wings twitched.
āI have not been in the bathing pools of Heaven sinceā¦ā
He trailed off, the answer quite clear. He had no reason to be in them after he fell, Greedās pools did just fine, and he wasnāt entirely sure he could get into Heaven in his own world.
He followed behind Seraph, wings twitching at every stray sound.
Seraph has been different recently, he couldn't fault Ori for being different as well.
The seraphim of water has been... Happier. Or at the very least more serene, as if having overcome a great hardship and is finally able to recover from it all.
The grandest heavenly bathing pools, reserved for the elite... Marble carved so carefully, water crystal clear, stained glass making the rooms light filter into many colors..
Seraph slowly enters Michael's archives. Not wearing any of his armor, instead his old angelic robes. White fabric covering his skin, golden accessories decorating the white.
He picks up a book from the shelf, his wings folded tightly against his back.
"..."
{ @manywingedangel }
āā¦S-Seraph..? Is thatā¦ actually you..?ā
Michael walks out of his office, looking as presentable as possible, hiding what had just happened, he was shocked to see youā¦ especially in those old robes
āBrother, is everything ok..? You havenāt worn those robes in agesā¦ andā¦ fuck, I heard what happenedā¦ sorry I wasnāt there but, Iām glad you killed him.ā
"...I just... My armor shows too much skin. I... Need to feel comfortable with my skin again if I want to don my armor.
Seraph sighs, looking at Michael.
"sometimes I wish I never came up with that nickname. It feels like people forget at the end of the day I am gods will. Gabriel... It was supposed to just be a nickname Arch could call me."
āI see, considering everything, I donāt blame you for doing this, if anything, Iād be more concerned if you soldiered through everything. Youāre giving yourself a chance to heal.ā
Michael walks closer, the sol behind him flickering back to life, he was so glad to see that not only were you ok, but also letting the healing process begin, something you deserved for such a long time now
āBrother, I know you are Godās Will, youāre still Gabriel, nothing will ever change that, I justā¦ find it easier to call you āSeraphā, but if you want me to refer to you as Gabriel again, I will.ā
Seraph slowly enters Michael's archives. Not wearing any of his armor, instead his old angelic robes. White fabric covering his skin, golden accessories decorating the white.
He picks up a book from the shelf, his wings folded tightly against his back.
"..."
{ @manywingedangel }
āā¦S-Seraph..? Is thatā¦ actually you..?ā
Michael walks out of his office, looking as presentable as possible, hiding what had just happened, he was shocked to see youā¦ especially in those old robes
āBrother, is everything ok..? You havenāt worn those robes in agesā¦ andā¦ fuck, I heard what happenedā¦ sorry I wasnāt there but, Iām glad you killed him.ā
"...I just... My armor shows too much skin. I... Need to feel comfortable with my skin again if I want to don my armor.
Seraph sighs, looking at Michael.
"sometimes I wish I never came up with that nickname. It feels like people forget at the end of the day I am gods will. Gabriel... It was supposed to just be a nickname Arch could call me."
It was reaching into the afternoon, the air starting to cool, yet Azrael had not arrived back home yet. He left early in the morning, supposedly to work, but he could not be found in his office. He instead had spent his day in the training fields.
It wasnāt often that the archangel took time to train on his own, usually practicing combat with Gabriel, but as of late things hadā¦changed. He needed to get stronger. He needed to be able to aid his partner. He couldnāt be weak any longer. He needed to work harder.
Azrael practiced with his scythe, his victims being the scattered training dummies around the field. He was swift and particular with his movements, not even taking a single moment to rest in between strikes. He couldnāt rest, not yet.
His combat had improved greatly over time, but it still wasnāt good enough. He needed to be better, he needed-
Thump.
The head of one of the training dummies landed hard on the floor, stuffing pouring out of the spot where Azraelās scythe had severed it. He sighed, pausing for a moment before turning to another dummy.
Again.
( @angelofamber )
"daddy!!"
Anshel ran over to Azrael, crying. Lailah is on his head, tears in her little eyes as well.
"daddy!!!"
He tugs on Azrael's sleeve. Something seemed... Horrible wrong.
Azrael felt his heart drop. His hands began to tremble as he pulled out of the hug, his chest feeling even tighter than before.
No. No.
Without a word, he scooped Anshel and Lailah into his arms, his wings opening wide before launching him forward, flying faster than he had ever in his life.
"I'm going to take you two home. Go to your room and lock the door. Stay in there till I am back."
He landed in front of their shared quarters, opening the door. He didn't want to spend any time not looking for Gabriel, but...he couldn't risk the children getting hurt.
Azrael left the two, letting out a deep breath before quickly taking flight once again. He was terrified.
He quickly surveyed Heaven, directionless in his search until-
He got a feeling. He wasnāt sure how, or why, but he knew where he had to search. He had to go to Fraud.
Azrael flew at the speed of light, finding the entrance to Hell and rapidly making his way down the layers till he arrived in the layer of deceit. He didnāt even take a moment to survey the layer, despite never visiting it before, flying forward in search of his lover.
Azrael quickly made it to the room, bile building up in his throat at the sight.
Without a second thought he darted forward towards the cage, tears welling up under his helmet. This was all his fault, he shouldāve been more vigilant, he-
No. Now was not the time to spiral.
The archangel was practically hyperventilating as he got to the cage, shaking the bars with his hands in a desperate, albeit stupid, attempt to open it.
āI-Iām here, Iāll get you out, Iām sorry I took so long, I-Iām so sorry-ā
His stammered as he frantically tried to find an opening, his body trembling.
āIāll kill whoever did this to you, I swear on the father..ā
He murmured quietly under his breath, his voice choked out from sobs.
Azrael shook his head quickly, leaning in to rest his hand on Gabrielās cheek. It was clear just how much he was trembling.
āD-Donāt say thatā¦ā
His breathing calmed a bit, trying to center himself. He canāt be useful in combat if he was panicked.
āIāll kill him with my bare hands.ā
This sort of aggression was beyond out of the usual for Azrael, the usual pacifist commonly being terrified of this sort of action. But rage had boiled up deep in his soul, the thought of that disgrace of an angel even daring to lay his hands on his lover once again made Azrael see red.
Azrael was caught off guard, being pulled back from Gabriel by the water and light. He screamed, trying his hardest to fight back but he couldnāt. He was sobbing under his helmet, eyes squeezed shut, terrified beyond belief. He couldnāt lose his lover.
When the archangel opened his eyes again he found himself in Heaven, far away from where Gabriel was being held. He cursed under his breath, regaining his footing and immediately being tempted to journey back to Fraud, butā¦Gabriel was right. Even though he had improved in combat, he wasnāt nearly proficient enough to take on a throne. He would have to get help.
Azrael thought back to what Gabriel had told him, to go to Sisyphusā¦He let out a sigh, taking off from his spot in Heaven and descending through Hell once again, stopping in Greed to go speak with the king.
He approached the palace, hoping and praying to an absent god that Sisyphus would be able to help.
*Sisyphus was on his piramid as usual, he was worried.. he had been worried for a while lately, a lot on his mind, when he heard the sound of the angel's wings, he turned around, surprised to see Azrael.*
āAzrael? What brings you here?ā
*His voice was.. rather cold, not because of him, but because of everything that had been happening, it was too much for him and he couldn't help but be.. cold to others. And since.. he talked with Minos for the last time, he had been even more worried..*
āI get it now.. Let's go there as soon as possible. Dorelor won't hurt him, we'll stop him, is he okay? Did you see him? How are the kids..? Is someone with them? We can't leave them alone.ā
*He said, worried but.. his voice was firm.*
āCalm down, Azrael. We can't.. do anything if we.. break down, okay?.. We shall go there and beat that.. motherfucker.ā
"I-I didn't see him- Gabriel forced me to leave before I could- and the kids, they're together in Anshel's room, I made sure they kept their door locked but they have nobody watching them- but I can't bring them-"
Azrael slowly started to calm down a bit, nodding in response to Sisyphus's reassurance. He was right. There would be no progress if he was panicked.
"...right."
He needed to keep himself collected. For Gabriel's sake.
āLet's go see Gabriel.. okay?.. Let's see what we can do. If we can't do anything, then we'll go talk with Michael and bring someone to look after the kids, maybe Minos will be able to do so. Now, let's focus on Gabriel, can you take me there?ā
*He gave Azrael a little pat on the head, wanting to calm him down, he knew how this felt, but they needed to be focused and.. calmed.*
Azrael nodded again, letting out a deep sigh before speaking once again.
āHeās in Fraud, Iā¦I can take you there.ā
While he was still uneasy, he was more calm and collected, not panicked like before. He made his way towards the descent, leading Sisyphus down the layers till they arrived in Fraud, approaching the room once he had adjusted to the twisting of the layer.
*..As he saw the birdcage, he approached quickly, seeing how Gabriel lacked clothes made him furious, he knew what he had done..*
*He would have yelled, but.. he knew that wouldn't do anything, his voice was colder, serious, focused.*
āGabriel. We are here for you, do you know how did he enter?.. We'll save you.. We are here.. He won't touch you again, I-.. I promise..ā
*A cape of light and warmth wrapped around the archangel. Why was Sisyphus so.. emotionless?.. They all knew how much he would yell if he wasn't like.. this..*
Azrael quickly followed behind Sisyphus, the feeling of bile building up in his throat once again. His hands trembled, tears clouding his vision as he shook with rage.
āL-Love- Iām so sorry, I- Iām going to fucking kill him.ā
The last part was murmured quietly, his voice coarse from sobbing. He was beyond furious at this point. His hands balled up into fists, if not for his gauntlets his nails would be breaking skin.
āAzrael, let's hide. If he does anything, we.. catch him and beat him up. Understood? Now, calm down, and wait.ā
*His brightness lowered till' it was gone, hidding in the room the best as he could, always watching the scene, his gaze focused, piercing on the birdcage as he waited.. and waited. He almost looked like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and kill his pray, because maybe, that was his plan.*
The thought of waiting, standing by and letting that monster get any closer to Gabriel, made him sick to his stomach. But he knew Sisyphus was right.
He nodded, taking a deep breath to center himself before his wings pulled tight to his back, hiding in a spot on the other side of the room. He was still trembling, but was entirely silent.
A voice spoke ... And out a door came Dorelor. An angel still wearing old, long time unused council garb, two sets of wings. Golden chains decorating his body.
Dorelor was once the council's warden. His job was to chain and capture angels that broke heavenly law. His powers when it came to ensnarement and capture is powerful.
"I've returned, my dear..."
Gabriel looks at Dorelor, taking a breath before responding. Trying to remain level headed to keep the situation as controlled as possible.
"Dorelor."
Dorelor hums sickly sweet. Producing a key to unlock the cage.
*..As soon as he saw Dorelor producing the key, he jumped out from his hidding spot, taking Dorelor from the wings and crushing them easily. He held him high, his brightness so very bright.. He wanted to blind him.*
āYou.ā
*His touch was painful, burning.. it burned like fire itself, and even more. He never let Dorelor leave his grip, only crushing the feathers even more, he didn't even need his two hands, just with one was enough to easily break the structure of the feathered limbs. His touch left burns on the wings, burning the feathers that weren't already hurt, and even those that were. He wasn't going to have mercy, not after what he did to Seraph.*
Azrael came out of his hiding spot, wincing and shutting his eyes as Sisyphus grew brighter. He waited for a moment till it was safer for him to move forward, his scythe materializing in his hand. His wings flared out, producing an imposing presence. The Archangel of Death, in his full truth.
He kept his eyes tightly closed, his grip on his scythe firm. Despite not having said a word, his anger could clearly be felt, the energy emanating off of him.
āYou.ā
He repeated, his voice harsh and low, trembling from rage.
Now that the cage was open, Gabriel immediately flew out and into the air, ready to teleport and flee to safety. But--
Dorelor, struggling from Sisyphus's burning radiance and his wings being crushed-- he summons a chain to grab and shackle Gabriel's ankle. yanking him back down harshly. He crashed into the ground with a huge booming impact.
"you can't do this-- you-- you won't! You won't take away my songbird!"
Dorelor shouts as he kicks Sisyphus, looking at Azrael as if he didn't just gravely injure Gabriel.
*As he heard the impact, he threw Dorelor to the ground with all of his strength. His brightness lowering as he ran to his child, crouching and taking him up into his arms.*
āGabriel! My child.. Are you okay? Is everything okay? Come here, you are safe now, he won't hurt you again..ā
*He promised, covering him once again in a coat of light and warmth, so he would feel better.*
āWhat hurts?.. Tell me, I can try to ease the pain with warmth, I fear I do not know much about medicine but if it brings you comfort it will work.ā
*..Then, he realized maybe Azrael gave Gabriel more comfort than him, but he also understood Azrael would want to beat Dorelor for some time.*
At the sound of the impact Azraelās eyes shot open, darting from Gabriel to Dorelor. His first instinct told him to run to his lover, but it seemed like Sisyphus had gone to comfort Gabriel already, so that only leftā¦.
The archangel whipped back around, his armored foot slamming hard into the fallen throneās chest. Not even a moment after, the blade of the scythe was pressed hard against his neck, Azrael glaring down.
āIf you do as much as utter another fucking sound I will not hesitate to rip your throat out with my own bare hands.ā
His eyes were kept on Dorelorās hands, so if he tried to pull any bullshit, heād be on it immediately.
āYouāre lucky I havenāt slit your throat yet.ā
Dorelor struggles for a moment, looking up at Azrael.
"you.... You wont-- take him away from me----!"
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A holy spear is suddenly plunged into his skull.
"SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Gabriel began repeating stabbing the body over, and over, and over again. Even when Dorelor had long since expired.
with every stab Gabriel screamed and cried out in a long building agony. The agony of what happened to him seven years ago. The agony of what happened to him just an hour ago. The agony of knowing Dorelor had gotten away with it all until *now*.
... Gabriel is a judge after all, and he's giving his sentence with every cry he sobbed out with ear piercing volume. He kept stabbing the body.
Over... And over... And over again.
Until he fell to his knees, a horrific mutilation of Dorelor. But he deserved nothing less. Gabriel sobbed just as loud still.
He screams with every breath. Everything he is shattered in the moment.
*..As he saw Gabriel piercing Dorelor's skull, he smiled softly, approaching them and holding that.. angel's wings, easily ripping them from that disgusting being. He didn't deserve those. He threw the wings to the floor, seeing as the blood dripped from them.*
*Sisyphus stayed silence, he knew his job there was done, now Seraph and Azrael needed to go back to the kids, and Azrael could calm Gabriel down easily. He only watched as more and more blood dripped from that being, sighing. He did not feel bad for him, he was just thinking, he really had to go back.. to just a weapon, eh?.. For others, for the ones he loved.*
Azraelās body still trembled, eyes wide under his helm as he stared one spear go through the body, then another, then another. He was silent the entire time. Once Sisyphus came to rip off his wings, Azrael stepped back, staring at the mangled corpse with a sense of satisfaction, butā¦ he was stunned. Somewhat like a deer in headlights.
But it didnāt take long for him to come to his senses. Not even a minute later he darted to Gabrielās side, kneeling down beside his partner. He reached out as if to want to hug Gabriel, but pulled back, unsure if that was what his lover wanted in the moment. He tried to speak, but his words got caught in his throat. After a few tries, he finally was able to utter words.
āI-I will never leave your side, I will never let anyone hurt you like that ever again, I swear on my life- I-I failed you, and Iām sorry.ā
He wasnāt sobbing, but it was clear his voice was strained.
Azrael slowly got up from his kneeled position, nodding. He didnāt say a word, but it was clear that he was starting to calm down, the adrenaline settling. Once his mind was clear, it started to wanderā¦shit, the kids.
He knew Gabriel would need space but he couldnāt leave Gabrielās side to take care of the children, he couldnāt take his eyes off of him. Maybe he could ask a favor from Michael or another to watch the little ones for a while, at least until things calmed down a bit.
Azrael walked up to Gabriel, gently resting his hand on his loverās shoulder. He didnāt utter a word, but it was clear he was asking if the other was ready to go.
Gabriel nods, taking a breath before holding Azrael's hand. He nuzzles his face before raising his free hand. Light beaming onto both angels as they're teleported back to heaven.
"... I need my clothes... And a barf bag."
He sighs, the entire event is weighing on him... But he did feel relieved. Closure knowing Dorelor is gone for good.
Azrael sighed, gently squeezing Gabrielās hand as they returned to Heaven. He nodded quickly as the other spoke, walking him back to their quarters.
āThere are fresh clothes in our room, and you can take as much time as you need to rest- I can watch the kids, and if not me, we can always ask one of your siblings for assistance.ā
Once they got back, he opened the door, walking Gabriel back to his room. He then turned to Anshelās room, letting out a sigh before knocking. The poor children must be terrified.
āAnshel? Sweetheart, itās me, you can open the door now.ā
Azrael immediately dropped to the floor, kneeling down and gently hugging the two of them. He held back tears, staying silent for a few moments as he just held Anshel and Lailah. After a little bit he came back to his senses, letting out a deep sigh.
āPapa he.. heās safe. Heās home, he just needs some space for now, alright?ā
He leaned back, taking his helmet off for the first time in hours. His eyes were tired, but still held the same compassion they always did.
āIām so sorry I had to leave you two aloneā¦ā
Azrael smiled with his eyes, pulling the two into another soft hug.
āI am so proud of you Anshel, so proud.ā
He couldnāt even begin to imagine how scary this situation mustāve been for the children, but hearing Anshel say this brought him a bit of comfort.
Azrael laughed a bit too, nodding. God, he was so glad to hear Gabriel laugh. He loved his laugh.
āI can make dinner, you rest. Anything in particular you wanted?ā
He started walking over to the kitchen from the hallway, happy to be able to cook for his family. He loved his family. Even though there was hardship, it always circled back to this.
Ori had been a mess recently. Torn between his anxieties about Lust, about Minos, about Sisyphus, his partners, andā¦ whatever else that was causing a constant thrum of anxiety in his chest. He was hard to get a hold of, erratic, and pacing the streets of Lust every day and night, when he wasnāt holed up in his office.
It was a miracle Seraph managed to get a hold of him at all, and especially to justā¦ visit. Nothing else, just an innocent visit to Heaven, as much as it made Ori want to throw up being away from Lust too long.
-@hellsfavoritefallen
"Ori ..."
Seraph could tell something was wrong, very wrong. .. but he knows better than to interrogate Ori.
"come, friend... The heavenly pools await us."
... But what he does know is how much water can calm him down.
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It was reaching into the afternoon, the air starting to cool, yet Azrael had not arrived back home yet. He left early in the morning, supposedly to work, but he could not be found in his office. He instead had spent his day in the training fields.
It wasnāt often that the archangel took time to train on his own, usually practicing combat with Gabriel, but as of late things hadā¦changed. He needed to get stronger. He needed to be able to aid his partner. He couldnāt be weak any longer. He needed to work harder.
Azrael practiced with his scythe, his victims being the scattered training dummies around the field. He was swift and particular with his movements, not even taking a single moment to rest in between strikes. He couldnāt rest, not yet.
His combat had improved greatly over time, but it still wasnāt good enough. He needed to be better, he needed-
Thump.
The head of one of the training dummies landed hard on the floor, stuffing pouring out of the spot where Azraelās scythe had severed it. He sighed, pausing for a moment before turning to another dummy.
Again.
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"daddy!!"
Anshel ran over to Azrael, crying. Lailah is on his head, tears in her little eyes as well.
"daddy!!!"
He tugs on Azrael's sleeve. Something seemed... Horrible wrong.
Azrael felt his heart drop. His hands began to tremble as he pulled out of the hug, his chest feeling even tighter than before.
No. No.
Without a word, he scooped Anshel and Lailah into his arms, his wings opening wide before launching him forward, flying faster than he had ever in his life.
"I'm going to take you two home. Go to your room and lock the door. Stay in there till I am back."
He landed in front of their shared quarters, opening the door. He didn't want to spend any time not looking for Gabriel, but...he couldn't risk the children getting hurt.
Azrael left the two, letting out a deep breath before quickly taking flight once again. He was terrified.
He quickly surveyed Heaven, directionless in his search until-
He got a feeling. He wasnāt sure how, or why, but he knew where he had to search. He had to go to Fraud.
Azrael flew at the speed of light, finding the entrance to Hell and rapidly making his way down the layers till he arrived in the layer of deceit. He didnāt even take a moment to survey the layer, despite never visiting it before, flying forward in search of his lover.
Azrael quickly made it to the room, bile building up in his throat at the sight.
Without a second thought he darted forward towards the cage, tears welling up under his helmet. This was all his fault, he shouldāve been more vigilant, he-
No. Now was not the time to spiral.
The archangel was practically hyperventilating as he got to the cage, shaking the bars with his hands in a desperate, albeit stupid, attempt to open it.
āI-Iām here, Iāll get you out, Iām sorry I took so long, I-Iām so sorry-ā
His stammered as he frantically tried to find an opening, his body trembling.
āIāll kill whoever did this to you, I swear on the father..ā
He murmured quietly under his breath, his voice choked out from sobs.
Azrael shook his head quickly, leaning in to rest his hand on Gabrielās cheek. It was clear just how much he was trembling.
āD-Donāt say thatā¦ā
His breathing calmed a bit, trying to center himself. He canāt be useful in combat if he was panicked.
āIāll kill him with my bare hands.ā
This sort of aggression was beyond out of the usual for Azrael, the usual pacifist commonly being terrified of this sort of action. But rage had boiled up deep in his soul, the thought of that disgrace of an angel even daring to lay his hands on his lover once again made Azrael see red.
Azrael was caught off guard, being pulled back from Gabriel by the water and light. He screamed, trying his hardest to fight back but he couldnāt. He was sobbing under his helmet, eyes squeezed shut, terrified beyond belief. He couldnāt lose his lover.
When the archangel opened his eyes again he found himself in Heaven, far away from where Gabriel was being held. He cursed under his breath, regaining his footing and immediately being tempted to journey back to Fraud, butā¦Gabriel was right. Even though he had improved in combat, he wasnāt nearly proficient enough to take on a throne. He would have to get help.
Azrael thought back to what Gabriel had told him, to go to Sisyphusā¦He let out a sigh, taking off from his spot in Heaven and descending through Hell once again, stopping in Greed to go speak with the king.
He approached the palace, hoping and praying to an absent god that Sisyphus would be able to help.
*Sisyphus was on his piramid as usual, he was worried.. he had been worried for a while lately, a lot on his mind, when he heard the sound of the angel's wings, he turned around, surprised to see Azrael.*
āAzrael? What brings you here?ā
*His voice was.. rather cold, not because of him, but because of everything that had been happening, it was too much for him and he couldn't help but be.. cold to others. And since.. he talked with Minos for the last time, he had been even more worried..*
āI get it now.. Let's go there as soon as possible. Dorelor won't hurt him, we'll stop him, is he okay? Did you see him? How are the kids..? Is someone with them? We can't leave them alone.ā
*He said, worried but.. his voice was firm.*
āCalm down, Azrael. We can't.. do anything if we.. break down, okay?.. We shall go there and beat that.. motherfucker.ā
"I-I didn't see him- Gabriel forced me to leave before I could- and the kids, they're together in Anshel's room, I made sure they kept their door locked but they have nobody watching them- but I can't bring them-"
Azrael slowly started to calm down a bit, nodding in response to Sisyphus's reassurance. He was right. There would be no progress if he was panicked.
"...right."
He needed to keep himself collected. For Gabriel's sake.
āLet's go see Gabriel.. okay?.. Let's see what we can do. If we can't do anything, then we'll go talk with Michael and bring someone to look after the kids, maybe Minos will be able to do so. Now, let's focus on Gabriel, can you take me there?ā
*He gave Azrael a little pat on the head, wanting to calm him down, he knew how this felt, but they needed to be focused and.. calmed.*
Azrael nodded again, letting out a deep sigh before speaking once again.
āHeās in Fraud, Iā¦I can take you there.ā
While he was still uneasy, he was more calm and collected, not panicked like before. He made his way towards the descent, leading Sisyphus down the layers till they arrived in Fraud, approaching the room once he had adjusted to the twisting of the layer.
*..As he saw the birdcage, he approached quickly, seeing how Gabriel lacked clothes made him furious, he knew what he had done..*
*He would have yelled, but.. he knew that wouldn't do anything, his voice was colder, serious, focused.*
āGabriel. We are here for you, do you know how did he enter?.. We'll save you.. We are here.. He won't touch you again, I-.. I promise..ā
*A cape of light and warmth wrapped around the archangel. Why was Sisyphus so.. emotionless?.. They all knew how much he would yell if he wasn't like.. this..*
Azrael quickly followed behind Sisyphus, the feeling of bile building up in his throat once again. His hands trembled, tears clouding his vision as he shook with rage.
āL-Love- Iām so sorry, I- Iām going to fucking kill him.ā
The last part was murmured quietly, his voice coarse from sobbing. He was beyond furious at this point. His hands balled up into fists, if not for his gauntlets his nails would be breaking skin.
āAzrael, let's hide. If he does anything, we.. catch him and beat him up. Understood? Now, calm down, and wait.ā
*His brightness lowered till' it was gone, hidding in the room the best as he could, always watching the scene, his gaze focused, piercing on the birdcage as he waited.. and waited. He almost looked like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and kill his pray, because maybe, that was his plan.*
The thought of waiting, standing by and letting that monster get any closer to Gabriel, made him sick to his stomach. But he knew Sisyphus was right.
He nodded, taking a deep breath to center himself before his wings pulled tight to his back, hiding in a spot on the other side of the room. He was still trembling, but was entirely silent.
A voice spoke ... And out a door came Dorelor. An angel still wearing old, long time unused council garb, two sets of wings. Golden chains decorating his body.
Dorelor was once the council's warden. His job was to chain and capture angels that broke heavenly law. His powers when it came to ensnarement and capture is powerful.
"I've returned, my dear..."
Gabriel looks at Dorelor, taking a breath before responding. Trying to remain level headed to keep the situation as controlled as possible.
"Dorelor."
Dorelor hums sickly sweet. Producing a key to unlock the cage.
*..As soon as he saw Dorelor producing the key, he jumped out from his hidding spot, taking Dorelor from the wings and crushing them easily. He held him high, his brightness so very bright.. He wanted to blind him.*
āYou.ā
*His touch was painful, burning.. it burned like fire itself, and even more. He never let Dorelor leave his grip, only crushing the feathers even more, he didn't even need his two hands, just with one was enough to easily break the structure of the feathered limbs. His touch left burns on the wings, burning the feathers that weren't already hurt, and even those that were. He wasn't going to have mercy, not after what he did to Seraph.*
Azrael came out of his hiding spot, wincing and shutting his eyes as Sisyphus grew brighter. He waited for a moment till it was safer for him to move forward, his scythe materializing in his hand. His wings flared out, producing an imposing presence. The Archangel of Death, in his full truth.
He kept his eyes tightly closed, his grip on his scythe firm. Despite not having said a word, his anger could clearly be felt, the energy emanating off of him.
āYou.ā
He repeated, his voice harsh and low, trembling from rage.
Now that the cage was open, Gabriel immediately flew out and into the air, ready to teleport and flee to safety. But--
Dorelor, struggling from Sisyphus's burning radiance and his wings being crushed-- he summons a chain to grab and shackle Gabriel's ankle. yanking him back down harshly. He crashed into the ground with a huge booming impact.
"you can't do this-- you-- you won't! You won't take away my songbird!"
Dorelor shouts as he kicks Sisyphus, looking at Azrael as if he didn't just gravely injure Gabriel.
*As he heard the impact, he threw Dorelor to the ground with all of his strength. His brightness lowering as he ran to his child, crouching and taking him up into his arms.*
āGabriel! My child.. Are you okay? Is everything okay? Come here, you are safe now, he won't hurt you again..ā
*He promised, covering him once again in a coat of light and warmth, so he would feel better.*
āWhat hurts?.. Tell me, I can try to ease the pain with warmth, I fear I do not know much about medicine but if it brings you comfort it will work.ā
*..Then, he realized maybe Azrael gave Gabriel more comfort than him, but he also understood Azrael would want to beat Dorelor for some time.*
At the sound of the impact Azraelās eyes shot open, darting from Gabriel to Dorelor. His first instinct told him to run to his lover, but it seemed like Sisyphus had gone to comfort Gabriel already, so that only leftā¦.
The archangel whipped back around, his armored foot slamming hard into the fallen throneās chest. Not even a moment after, the blade of the scythe was pressed hard against his neck, Azrael glaring down.
āIf you do as much as utter another fucking sound I will not hesitate to rip your throat out with my own bare hands.ā
His eyes were kept on Dorelorās hands, so if he tried to pull any bullshit, heād be on it immediately.
āYouāre lucky I havenāt slit your throat yet.ā
Dorelor struggles for a moment, looking up at Azrael.
"you.... You wont-- take him away from me----!"
Cw: Gore, vauge mentions of past SA
A holy spear is suddenly plunged into his skull.
"SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Gabriel began repeating stabbing the body over, and over, and over again. Even when Dorelor had long since expired.
with every stab Gabriel screamed and cried out in a long building agony. The agony of what happened to him seven years ago. The agony of what happened to him just an hour ago. The agony of knowing Dorelor had gotten away with it all until *now*.
... Gabriel is a judge after all, and he's giving his sentence with every cry he sobbed out with ear piercing volume. He kept stabbing the body.
Over... And over... And over again.
Until he fell to his knees, a horrific mutilation of Dorelor. But he deserved nothing less. Gabriel sobbed just as loud still.
He screams with every breath. Everything he is shattered in the moment.
*..As he saw Gabriel piercing Dorelor's skull, he smiled softly, approaching them and holding that.. angel's wings, easily ripping them from that disgusting being. He didn't deserve those. He threw the wings to the floor, seeing as the blood dripped from them.*
*Sisyphus stayed silence, he knew his job there was done, now Seraph and Azrael needed to go back to the kids, and Azrael could calm Gabriel down easily. He only watched as more and more blood dripped from that being, sighing. He did not feel bad for him, he was just thinking, he really had to go back.. to just a weapon, eh?.. For others, for the ones he loved.*
Azraelās body still trembled, eyes wide under his helm as he stared one spear go through the body, then another, then another. He was silent the entire time. Once Sisyphus came to rip off his wings, Azrael stepped back, staring at the mangled corpse with a sense of satisfaction, butā¦ he was stunned. Somewhat like a deer in headlights.
But it didnāt take long for him to come to his senses. Not even a minute later he darted to Gabrielās side, kneeling down beside his partner. He reached out as if to want to hug Gabriel, but pulled back, unsure if that was what his lover wanted in the moment. He tried to speak, but his words got caught in his throat. After a few tries, he finally was able to utter words.
āI-I will never leave your side, I will never let anyone hurt you like that ever again, I swear on my life- I-I failed you, and Iām sorry.ā
He wasnāt sobbing, but it was clear his voice was strained.
Azrael slowly got up from his kneeled position, nodding. He didnāt say a word, but it was clear that he was starting to calm down, the adrenaline settling. Once his mind was clear, it started to wanderā¦shit, the kids.
He knew Gabriel would need space but he couldnāt leave Gabrielās side to take care of the children, he couldnāt take his eyes off of him. Maybe he could ask a favor from Michael or another to watch the little ones for a while, at least until things calmed down a bit.
Azrael walked up to Gabriel, gently resting his hand on his loverās shoulder. He didnāt utter a word, but it was clear he was asking if the other was ready to go.
Gabriel nods, taking a breath before holding Azrael's hand. He nuzzles his face before raising his free hand. Light beaming onto both angels as they're teleported back to heaven.
"... I need my clothes... And a barf bag."
He sighs, the entire event is weighing on him... But he did feel relieved. Closure knowing Dorelor is gone for good.
Azrael sighed, gently squeezing Gabrielās hand as they returned to Heaven. He nodded quickly as the other spoke, walking him back to their quarters.
āThere are fresh clothes in our room, and you can take as much time as you need to rest- I can watch the kids, and if not me, we can always ask one of your siblings for assistance.ā
Once they got back, he opened the door, walking Gabriel back to his room. He then turned to Anshelās room, letting out a sigh before knocking. The poor children must be terrified.
āAnshel? Sweetheart, itās me, you can open the door now.ā
Azrael immediately dropped to the floor, kneeling down and gently hugging the two of them. He held back tears, staying silent for a few moments as he just held Anshel and Lailah. After a little bit he came back to his senses, letting out a deep sigh.
āPapa he.. heās safe. Heās home, he just needs some space for now, alright?ā
He leaned back, taking his helmet off for the first time in hours. His eyes were tired, but still held the same compassion they always did.
āIām so sorry I had to leave you two aloneā¦ā
Azrael smiled with his eyes, pulling the two into another soft hug.
āI am so proud of you Anshel, so proud.ā
He couldnāt even begin to imagine how scary this situation mustāve been for the children, but hearing Anshel say this brought him a bit of comfort.
It was reaching into the afternoon, the air starting to cool, yet Azrael had not arrived back home yet. He left early in the morning, supposedly to work, but he could not be found in his office. He instead had spent his day in the training fields.
It wasnāt often that the archangel took time to train on his own, usually practicing combat with Gabriel, but as of late things hadā¦changed. He needed to get stronger. He needed to be able to aid his partner. He couldnāt be weak any longer. He needed to work harder.
Azrael practiced with his scythe, his victims being the scattered training dummies around the field. He was swift and particular with his movements, not even taking a single moment to rest in between strikes. He couldnāt rest, not yet.
His combat had improved greatly over time, but it still wasnāt good enough. He needed to be better, he needed-
Thump.
The head of one of the training dummies landed hard on the floor, stuffing pouring out of the spot where Azraelās scythe had severed it. He sighed, pausing for a moment before turning to another dummy.
Again.
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"daddy!!"
Anshel ran over to Azrael, crying. Lailah is on his head, tears in her little eyes as well.
"daddy!!!"
He tugs on Azrael's sleeve. Something seemed... Horrible wrong.
Azrael felt his heart drop. His hands began to tremble as he pulled out of the hug, his chest feeling even tighter than before.
No. No.
Without a word, he scooped Anshel and Lailah into his arms, his wings opening wide before launching him forward, flying faster than he had ever in his life.
"I'm going to take you two home. Go to your room and lock the door. Stay in there till I am back."
He landed in front of their shared quarters, opening the door. He didn't want to spend any time not looking for Gabriel, but...he couldn't risk the children getting hurt.
Azrael left the two, letting out a deep breath before quickly taking flight once again. He was terrified.
He quickly surveyed Heaven, directionless in his search until-
He got a feeling. He wasnāt sure how, or why, but he knew where he had to search. He had to go to Fraud.
Azrael flew at the speed of light, finding the entrance to Hell and rapidly making his way down the layers till he arrived in the layer of deceit. He didnāt even take a moment to survey the layer, despite never visiting it before, flying forward in search of his lover.
Azrael quickly made it to the room, bile building up in his throat at the sight.
Without a second thought he darted forward towards the cage, tears welling up under his helmet. This was all his fault, he shouldāve been more vigilant, he-
No. Now was not the time to spiral.
The archangel was practically hyperventilating as he got to the cage, shaking the bars with his hands in a desperate, albeit stupid, attempt to open it.
āI-Iām here, Iāll get you out, Iām sorry I took so long, I-Iām so sorry-ā
His stammered as he frantically tried to find an opening, his body trembling.
āIāll kill whoever did this to you, I swear on the father..ā
He murmured quietly under his breath, his voice choked out from sobs.
Azrael shook his head quickly, leaning in to rest his hand on Gabrielās cheek. It was clear just how much he was trembling.
āD-Donāt say thatā¦ā
His breathing calmed a bit, trying to center himself. He canāt be useful in combat if he was panicked.
āIāll kill him with my bare hands.ā
This sort of aggression was beyond out of the usual for Azrael, the usual pacifist commonly being terrified of this sort of action. But rage had boiled up deep in his soul, the thought of that disgrace of an angel even daring to lay his hands on his lover once again made Azrael see red.
Azrael was caught off guard, being pulled back from Gabriel by the water and light. He screamed, trying his hardest to fight back but he couldnāt. He was sobbing under his helmet, eyes squeezed shut, terrified beyond belief. He couldnāt lose his lover.
When the archangel opened his eyes again he found himself in Heaven, far away from where Gabriel was being held. He cursed under his breath, regaining his footing and immediately being tempted to journey back to Fraud, butā¦Gabriel was right. Even though he had improved in combat, he wasnāt nearly proficient enough to take on a throne. He would have to get help.
Azrael thought back to what Gabriel had told him, to go to Sisyphusā¦He let out a sigh, taking off from his spot in Heaven and descending through Hell once again, stopping in Greed to go speak with the king.
He approached the palace, hoping and praying to an absent god that Sisyphus would be able to help.
*Sisyphus was on his piramid as usual, he was worried.. he had been worried for a while lately, a lot on his mind, when he heard the sound of the angel's wings, he turned around, surprised to see Azrael.*
āAzrael? What brings you here?ā
*His voice was.. rather cold, not because of him, but because of everything that had been happening, it was too much for him and he couldn't help but be.. cold to others. And since.. he talked with Minos for the last time, he had been even more worried..*
āI get it now.. Let's go there as soon as possible. Dorelor won't hurt him, we'll stop him, is he okay? Did you see him? How are the kids..? Is someone with them? We can't leave them alone.ā
*He said, worried but.. his voice was firm.*
āCalm down, Azrael. We can't.. do anything if we.. break down, okay?.. We shall go there and beat that.. motherfucker.ā
"I-I didn't see him- Gabriel forced me to leave before I could- and the kids, they're together in Anshel's room, I made sure they kept their door locked but they have nobody watching them- but I can't bring them-"
Azrael slowly started to calm down a bit, nodding in response to Sisyphus's reassurance. He was right. There would be no progress if he was panicked.
"...right."
He needed to keep himself collected. For Gabriel's sake.
āLet's go see Gabriel.. okay?.. Let's see what we can do. If we can't do anything, then we'll go talk with Michael and bring someone to look after the kids, maybe Minos will be able to do so. Now, let's focus on Gabriel, can you take me there?ā
*He gave Azrael a little pat on the head, wanting to calm him down, he knew how this felt, but they needed to be focused and.. calmed.*
Azrael nodded again, letting out a deep sigh before speaking once again.
āHeās in Fraud, Iā¦I can take you there.ā
While he was still uneasy, he was more calm and collected, not panicked like before. He made his way towards the descent, leading Sisyphus down the layers till they arrived in Fraud, approaching the room once he had adjusted to the twisting of the layer.
*..As he saw the birdcage, he approached quickly, seeing how Gabriel lacked clothes made him furious, he knew what he had done..*
*He would have yelled, but.. he knew that wouldn't do anything, his voice was colder, serious, focused.*
āGabriel. We are here for you, do you know how did he enter?.. We'll save you.. We are here.. He won't touch you again, I-.. I promise..ā
*A cape of light and warmth wrapped around the archangel. Why was Sisyphus so.. emotionless?.. They all knew how much he would yell if he wasn't like.. this..*
Azrael quickly followed behind Sisyphus, the feeling of bile building up in his throat once again. His hands trembled, tears clouding his vision as he shook with rage.
āL-Love- Iām so sorry, I- Iām going to fucking kill him.ā
The last part was murmured quietly, his voice coarse from sobbing. He was beyond furious at this point. His hands balled up into fists, if not for his gauntlets his nails would be breaking skin.
āAzrael, let's hide. If he does anything, we.. catch him and beat him up. Understood? Now, calm down, and wait.ā
*His brightness lowered till' it was gone, hidding in the room the best as he could, always watching the scene, his gaze focused, piercing on the birdcage as he waited.. and waited. He almost looked like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and kill his pray, because maybe, that was his plan.*
The thought of waiting, standing by and letting that monster get any closer to Gabriel, made him sick to his stomach. But he knew Sisyphus was right.
He nodded, taking a deep breath to center himself before his wings pulled tight to his back, hiding in a spot on the other side of the room. He was still trembling, but was entirely silent.
A voice spoke ... And out a door came Dorelor. An angel still wearing old, long time unused council garb, two sets of wings. Golden chains decorating his body.
Dorelor was once the council's warden. His job was to chain and capture angels that broke heavenly law. His powers when it came to ensnarement and capture is powerful.
"I've returned, my dear..."
Gabriel looks at Dorelor, taking a breath before responding. Trying to remain level headed to keep the situation as controlled as possible.
"Dorelor."
Dorelor hums sickly sweet. Producing a key to unlock the cage.
*..As soon as he saw Dorelor producing the key, he jumped out from his hidding spot, taking Dorelor from the wings and crushing them easily. He held him high, his brightness so very bright.. He wanted to blind him.*
āYou.ā
*His touch was painful, burning.. it burned like fire itself, and even more. He never let Dorelor leave his grip, only crushing the feathers even more, he didn't even need his two hands, just with one was enough to easily break the structure of the feathered limbs. His touch left burns on the wings, burning the feathers that weren't already hurt, and even those that were. He wasn't going to have mercy, not after what he did to Seraph.*
Azrael came out of his hiding spot, wincing and shutting his eyes as Sisyphus grew brighter. He waited for a moment till it was safer for him to move forward, his scythe materializing in his hand. His wings flared out, producing an imposing presence. The Archangel of Death, in his full truth.
He kept his eyes tightly closed, his grip on his scythe firm. Despite not having said a word, his anger could clearly be felt, the energy emanating off of him.
āYou.ā
He repeated, his voice harsh and low, trembling from rage.
Now that the cage was open, Gabriel immediately flew out and into the air, ready to teleport and flee to safety. But--
Dorelor, struggling from Sisyphus's burning radiance and his wings being crushed-- he summons a chain to grab and shackle Gabriel's ankle. yanking him back down harshly. He crashed into the ground with a huge booming impact.
"you can't do this-- you-- you won't! You won't take away my songbird!"
Dorelor shouts as he kicks Sisyphus, looking at Azrael as if he didn't just gravely injure Gabriel.
*As he heard the impact, he threw Dorelor to the ground with all of his strength. His brightness lowering as he ran to his child, crouching and taking him up into his arms.*
āGabriel! My child.. Are you okay? Is everything okay? Come here, you are safe now, he won't hurt you again..ā
*He promised, covering him once again in a coat of light and warmth, so he would feel better.*
āWhat hurts?.. Tell me, I can try to ease the pain with warmth, I fear I do not know much about medicine but if it brings you comfort it will work.ā
*..Then, he realized maybe Azrael gave Gabriel more comfort than him, but he also understood Azrael would want to beat Dorelor for some time.*
At the sound of the impact Azraelās eyes shot open, darting from Gabriel to Dorelor. His first instinct told him to run to his lover, but it seemed like Sisyphus had gone to comfort Gabriel already, so that only leftā¦.
The archangel whipped back around, his armored foot slamming hard into the fallen throneās chest. Not even a moment after, the blade of the scythe was pressed hard against his neck, Azrael glaring down.
āIf you do as much as utter another fucking sound I will not hesitate to rip your throat out with my own bare hands.ā
His eyes were kept on Dorelorās hands, so if he tried to pull any bullshit, heād be on it immediately.
āYouāre lucky I havenāt slit your throat yet.ā
Dorelor struggles for a moment, looking up at Azrael.
"you.... You wont-- take him away from me----!"
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A holy spear is suddenly plunged into his skull.
"SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Gabriel began repeating stabbing the body over, and over, and over again. Even when Dorelor had long since expired.
with every stab Gabriel screamed and cried out in a long building agony. The agony of what happened to him seven years ago. The agony of what happened to him just an hour ago. The agony of knowing Dorelor had gotten away with it all until *now*.
... Gabriel is a judge after all, and he's giving his sentence with every cry he sobbed out with ear piercing volume. He kept stabbing the body.
Over... And over... And over again.
Until he fell to his knees, a horrific mutilation of Dorelor. But he deserved nothing less. Gabriel sobbed just as loud still.
He screams with every breath. Everything he is shattered in the moment.
*..As he saw Gabriel piercing Dorelor's skull, he smiled softly, approaching them and holding that.. angel's wings, easily ripping them from that disgusting being. He didn't deserve those. He threw the wings to the floor, seeing as the blood dripped from them.*
*Sisyphus stayed silence, he knew his job there was done, now Seraph and Azrael needed to go back to the kids, and Azrael could calm Gabriel down easily. He only watched as more and more blood dripped from that being, sighing. He did not feel bad for him, he was just thinking, he really had to go back.. to just a weapon, eh?.. For others, for the ones he loved.*
Azraelās body still trembled, eyes wide under his helm as he stared one spear go through the body, then another, then another. He was silent the entire time. Once Sisyphus came to rip off his wings, Azrael stepped back, staring at the mangled corpse with a sense of satisfaction, butā¦ he was stunned. Somewhat like a deer in headlights.
But it didnāt take long for him to come to his senses. Not even a minute later he darted to Gabrielās side, kneeling down beside his partner. He reached out as if to want to hug Gabriel, but pulled back, unsure if that was what his lover wanted in the moment. He tried to speak, but his words got caught in his throat. After a few tries, he finally was able to utter words.
āI-I will never leave your side, I will never let anyone hurt you like that ever again, I swear on my life- I-I failed you, and Iām sorry.ā
He wasnāt sobbing, but it was clear his voice was strained.
Azrael slowly got up from his kneeled position, nodding. He didnāt say a word, but it was clear that he was starting to calm down, the adrenaline settling. Once his mind was clear, it started to wanderā¦shit, the kids.
He knew Gabriel would need space but he couldnāt leave Gabrielās side to take care of the children, he couldnāt take his eyes off of him. Maybe he could ask a favor from Michael or another to watch the little ones for a while, at least until things calmed down a bit.
Azrael walked up to Gabriel, gently resting his hand on his loverās shoulder. He didnāt utter a word, but it was clear he was asking if the other was ready to go.
Gabriel nods, taking a breath before holding Azrael's hand. He nuzzles his face before raising his free hand. Light beaming onto both angels as they're teleported back to heaven.
"... I need my clothes... And a barf bag."
He sighs, the entire event is weighing on him... But he did feel relieved. Closure knowing Dorelor is gone for good.
Azrael sighed, gently squeezing Gabrielās hand as they returned to Heaven. He nodded quickly as the other spoke, walking him back to their quarters.
āThere are fresh clothes in our room, and you can take as much time as you need to rest- I can watch the kids, and if not me, we can always ask one of your siblings for assistance.ā
Once they got back, he opened the door, walking Gabriel back to his room. He then turned to Anshelās room, letting out a sigh before knocking. The poor children must be terrified.
āAnshel? Sweetheart, itās me, you can open the door now.ā
Azrael immediately dropped to the floor, kneeling down and gently hugging the two of them. He held back tears, staying silent for a few moments as he just held Anshel and Lailah. After a little bit he came back to his senses, letting out a deep sigh.
āPapa he.. heās safe. Heās home, he just needs some space for now, alright?ā
He leaned back, taking his helmet off for the first time in hours. His eyes were tired, but still held the same compassion they always did.
āIām so sorry I had to leave you two aloneā¦ā
Azrael smiled with his eyes, pulling the two into another soft hug.
āI am so proud of you Anshel, so proud.ā
He couldnāt even begin to imagine how scary this situation mustāve been for the children, but hearing Anshel say this brought him a bit of comfort.
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