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Passing by an old church, the fallen angel would stop for just a moment. Grey eyes looking up at the monument of worship. He remembered passing by before. Remembered those walls being scatterd across the ground, no roof to house the prayers any longer. And now it was again intact.

Humanity kept rebuilding what they themself destroy. They were such persistent beings. Over and over... how often was this place rebuilt? Five times? Six?

[for aurel and antares owo]

42 character development questions!

Aurel has learned a lot of heavens secrets alongside his brother. As much as he wished he could believe in the teachings, it is hard to cling onto them when he knows most of the high order couldn't give a shit.

He is a gentle soul, and perhaps would've been a great guardian angel. That is why it often hurts him to know what heaven does, yet he stays there. Because he does believe that's where he belongs. Because he doesn't know any better.

The advisor would approach the King, sitting down on the rock the other was sitting on. Lucifer did not react at all at first, light blue eyes just staring into the endless darkness of this plane. The hopes and wishes glistening in the distance. Hopes and wishes he knew he could... not fulfill...

" You don't have to check up on me every time... "

Antares rolled his eyes and nudged the King. Of course he did not have to, but... he worried about him too. As would anyone who knew the King this well. All smiles and blinding brightness, just to distract. This light now, that only made the dreams sparkle more as they reflected what he believed in... it was the self he could not hide from Antares.