#apadiel

Big picture dump here since I took... so many

Found a piano room in someone's house and was overcome with the need to see if I could recreate these two

No good stubble for him, but the hair is kind of growing on me as an option ngl

WELCOME TO NEW YORK CITY, Erin!

YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF APADIEL ( Natalie Dormer FC )

Note from Admin Sofia: The twisted, torn angel Apadiel -- the thought of having an angel with one foot in heaven and one in hell really fits into the whole idea of what New York City has to offer, about how the city’s a beacon for every supernatural creature on earth and a tained ground to walk on, even for angels. I’m so excited to see her in action! Your job idea will also be granted!

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This entire city was full of filth, not just the dirt and the grime, but the humans, they infested it, and he knew that was why he was there, to lead them, to control them, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. No, Astaroth hated it, he hated them, he was just glad nobody stopped him playing with them when he wanted to, nobody told him what to do, it made Purgatory bareable, along with the fact his friends were there, his siblings.

His apartment was spotless, always, he employed cleaners for that very job, and most people didn’t like to disappoint the Prince, he could be a little volatile. It wasn’t like he had a problem with getting dirty, he kind of enjoyed it at times, it wasn’t about germs or infection, but he liked to be in clean surroundings, that was all. So when he wasn’t at his place, he wasn’t normally found in the obvious places, though he liked to visit Asmodeus, Lilith and Mammon at their places of work, his usual haunt was a little less typical.

He walked in, and saw Kelly’s head lift the very instant the door closed behind him, but the Prince didn’t react, he just pushed the ear phones into his ear that little bit more to try and block out the sounds around him, but politely turning the volume down on the personal CD player, so as not to disturb Apadiel or Kelly from whatever it was that she did. He never really asked her what she did, he knew she basically ran the Arena but beyond that, he’d never bothered to ask.

It was obvious what Asmo, Liltih and Mammon did, they had their own business premises, Ba’al was law enforcement, which kind of spoke for itself. Astaroth, he owned apartments, from the dark and dimly lit little hovels the humans lived in, to the more luxurious buildings only the Fallen could afford, but he’d never really attended the arena’s unless it was one of Apadiel’s concerts, and although he knew that a lot of work went into the musical events, he had to wonder what she did the rest of the time. Was she the one that organised the fights?

Today was the day, for whatever reason, he finally decided to ask her, or… he thought it was. “Don’t do it.” he muttered to himself, taking a seat in the little waiting area on one of the pristine white chairs. “She’ll only think you’re stupid.” He didn’t like that thought and a small pout spread over his face, growing till he was like a child whose favourite toy had just been taken, on the verge of tears nearly.

“If I don’t ask I’ll never know..” he argued with himself, and despite only just sitting down, he patted his knees and pushed himself up again, taking in a breath like he needed to steady his nerves then knocked on the door to announce he was there, not that he needed to, but it was only polite so he put on a smile.

However the moment he knocked, he changed his mind and turned, running his tongue over his lips before biting at his bottom one and letting out a huff of air“Nevermind..” he was back on the chair in no time, twiddling his thumbs while he let the music fill his mind.