#abidel

The entity's eyes shifted onto the icy spear that pierced the permafrost beside him. It was about time she made her introduction, he was starting to worry if she would stalk him until the icy terrain simply receded.

He turned, the long red fabric of his one shoulder cape whipping in the wintry gusts. Meeting Jewel's eyes with his, completely dark as shadow except for the two smoldering red suns of his irises which studied the feral figure before him.

He wanted to explain that he came not to fight but to foster connections amongst the demons that resided outside of Hell’s domain. But a tug from within his chest told Abidel that Jewel wouldn't be open to talk, but prefer to brawl. She was a creature of the old ways, which cared little for niceties or charm, rather carrying on with brutality of tooth and claw. A method Abidel was quite familiar with himself.

Plus he was a trespasser within her land, she didn't take kindly to those who came uninvited. Abidel respected that. Additionally he was the mysterious stranger so many have been taught to fear, not a factor that proved him much of a warm welcome anywhere.

He wasn't afraid of fight, Abidel knew as he grab the bident that he had strapped to his back, that with the return of the staff's prolific powers he walked away fairly unharmed. But Jewel, how would she fair against such an odious artifact? If Abidel couldn't pull his punches due to the reawakened nature of the bident, would he destroy her?

He had come to mend bridges not to sew more discord and strife. But what choice did he have?

[ Abidel ]

love.

you're soft hearted, and that's okay. despite feeling unnoticed and undervalued, you've kept it up. you're still doing a great job. i promise it'll be worth it to keep your heart open. people will notice you and treasure you like you deserve. you'll accept the kindness you never got before, and give just as much in return. things will get better because you let yourself feel. so stay kind, yeah? there's a lot of people who haven't gotten to feel the wonder that is loving you.

[ Lilith ]

bravery.

This is The Red Rider, Tyr (pronounced like tier)

Tyr is a character that (if they show up) appears later in my characters' stories. Created to be an extension of Ramiel after she bumblefucks herself out of being able to control the war sword while also breaking the blade, so a nameless construct was created that became known as the Red Rider which allowed Ramiel to sorta continue wielding the sword through her puppet. However, after slaughtering a demon and their human partner, the Red Rider awoken from under Ramiel control by the look of utter fear on the face of the couple's half-demon child, and the unrelenting fury of war is consumed with an overwhelming amount of dread and pure disgust in their own actions. The rage quickly returns however when seeing her constructs hesitate, Ramiel shoots the half-demon dead herself, which prompts the Red Rider to turn on their master.

The two's fight is short-lived and the Red Rider is forced to flee, mostly due to the more rational-minded Paladin, aka the horse/motorbike that gave the Red Rider its title.

Paladin ends up taking his rider to see Abidel, who after hearing the Red Rider's account of essentially fast-tracking through the moral awakening pipeline of angelic creations by not only being a witness but the weapon in Ramiel's atrocities, welcomes them into his ragtag group of revolutionary and also give them the name Tyr, after the Norse God of War and Justice. (X, X, X)

Though believed to be just an animated racing suit, Tyr does have flesh and bone beneath that flashy red leather and polarized visor. And if they ever do get that full-face helmet off, Tyr would look a bit like this. Which would really help humanize them to some of their and Abidel's other allies. (Heath)