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“NO! Please, release me! I have done nothing wrong!” The angel pleaded, agony and desperation etched into her voice as her screams rang out, piercing the silent tranquility of the council auditorium. The hooded angels of the Holy Council surrounded the once esteemed angel. Fiery chains hung from the sky, restraining her thrashing figure as the Council prepared to deliver the offender’s punishment.

“You would do well not to struggle in the face of God’s will, Azrael,” one counselor advised.

“Indeed, The Father has no use for heathens such as yourself,” another spat.

“Agreed.”

“Heretic.”

“Blasphemer.”

“Heathen.”

The Council’s insults toward Azrael echoed and repeated throughout the chamber, cutting through her soul like a blade. Azrael’s faith in The Father had never once wavered in the thousands of years He ruled. With an undying devotion, she served Him and did anything he asked of her with an efficiency rivaled only by Gabriel. Reaping the souls of the Egyptian’s firstborns as Moses fought for the children of Israel was done without question. Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven, after all. Even when The Father disappeared and the Council had taken his place, she believed what they were doing had been right, carrying on God’s will.

 However, centuries passed after He disappeared. With no return in sight, the Council began to take advantage of their newfound power and influence, using “God’s Will” to justify any decisions they might make. As they grew more pompous and arrogant, Azrael began to question the Council’s so-called “divine guidance”, watching as their eyes became clouded with power. Even as the Earth’s machines began their expeditions into Hell, decimating everything in their paths, the Council turned a blind eye to the sinners that had been left behind. When they began to segregate the angels of Heaven itself, Azrael was unable to ignore the clear injustices occurring, and finally dared to bring her thoughts to the Council. 

That had been her greatest mistake. Now, as she knelt on the marble floor of the auditorium, she knew exactly what the Council had become. The chains restraining her fists tightened as she struggled against them, sending an unimaginable fiery pain coursing through her limbs as her screams continued to ring out.

“Try as you may, your struggle shall never be heard,” the first Council member circled Azrael haughtily. “Lest someone dare try to help a deviant like you.”

“So you’re just going to have me executed in cold blood? After everything I have done for The Father, you are the ones who decide my fate? I have been nothing but loyal to Him and His will!” Azrael reasoned, anger seeping into her voice. The angel circling her hummed in amusement.

“You forget yourself, Azrael. Your status stands below the Council, and we are the voice of the Father. We only want what is best for the people,” he replied.

Azrael’s hands clenched into fists of rage as he spoke in that disgusting, haughty, “holier-than-thou” tone. These were no longer the Holy angels she remembered– Or were they ever truly holy in the first place? Had she been serving an unjust power that only claimed to know God’s will ever since He disappeared? She truly didn’t know anymore. All she knew was that they had become far too comfortable in the place of God’s empty throne.

“And what of the sinners? Do they not count as people? What of the ones in Limbo who now suffer an unimaginable fate despite the peaceful lives they led?” Azrael argued, gritting her teeth as her restraints continued to burn through the silver plating of her armor. Despite the heat, her holy armor remained unmarked, yet the pain still traveled through.

“The creatures of Hell are inconsequential! The only ones that truly matter are those who reside in Heaven,” the Council member spat. “What matters now is maintaining the stability here. With these ideas you bring, you threaten the peace of the realm. You will be severed from the Holy Light and cast into Hell to die, along with your heretic ideologies. God forbid the other angels learn of them and begin to rebel,” he stepped forward and grabbed the chin of her helmet, “you will die alone, hidden, in the deepest layers of Hell. Martyrdom is a luxury of which you are undeserving.”

Azrael didn’t even have a moment to process his words– to lash out at him for using His name in vain– before the chains pulled taut, and her arms were pulled away from her sides. She cried out as the pressure on her wrists tightened, sending another blaze of agony through her arms as she heard a choir of hymns begin. 

anon requested: vaporwave/kawaiicore ramlethal valentine layouts with pinks

hiiiiii so i did a big artfight attack with a bunch of ultrakill angel OCs!! it took a lot longer than i anticipated and honestly theres things id still go back in and edit but i think it looks good :] gonna tag people on here so they can see!

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Can just imagine all the girlies on tiktok going "I know this is a bit controversial but I honestly love using limestone as a gastrolith. Not only can you readily forage it but they are just so pretty when smoothed out after regurgitating them"

The phrase, "everyone except workers" reminds me of that one poll that said AOC was unpopular with "everyone except women, poc, young people, and LGBTQ people." Like such a circuitous to say they think older cishet white men are the default everyone, with all else being an abberation.

Like "everyone except workers" is just bosses, executives, and investors. Aka people that profit off of work without actually doing it, which is a far smaller group than workers are.