#ethreali

   the muscles in her shoulders tensed, but otherwise gave no indication she had noticed anything had changed. that would not fool him, nor anybody else; though her mind was racing, she didn’t know how to react. lucifer had lost count of the years. when had she fallen? it was a blur. trauma would do that to you.

   but it was absolutely and undeniably him, he was a force of energy not easily mistaken for something else — something so pure, bright, and invasive. it would overwhelm even the simplest of beings with the simplest of senses, let alone one such as herself.

   bright, pure, warm, and powerful; like the sun that was used to make her.

“hey, boss --” she calls to him, and strides over. “fancy ending the world any time soon? i’m kinda sick of being unemployed.”

PERCHED ATOP WOODEN SURFACE ,    archangel listens attentively ,    then hums in understanding ,    covert wings thumping once ,    twice ,    in gentle consolation ,    initiating a soothing breeze    /    then ,    as the papers crackle ,    turning into ashes amidst air before michael could read them ,    features furrow in an exaggerated frown .    ❝    or maybe you need a break    ?    ❞    or perhaps they both did ;    he adored watching his Father create ,    but a fair amount of time had already passed and well . . .    ❝    you’ve been working a lot .    ❞

ethreali said: “ you’ve got quite the fighting spirit in you there, i have to say. “               hades by supergiant games part i. sentence starters.