#griefity

" My sisters We should lean on each other in such a time of need. Let us break bread together and share in the wine of communion. "

@griefity ❛ who will be able to stop them now? ❜ ash, ur lieutenant is not doing great 💔

" Lute... " Ash whispered from beneath her visored helm the digital expression not changing. She had heard of what transpired in the Hall of The Speaker. But she didn't have any right to question whatever decision was made.

" i really didn't think you had it in you. " from @griefity

"Wow. Gee. Thanks. Because yeh' know my character sooooo well." Listen, just because he was a Winner now did not mean he was going to stop being a sarcastic little shit. He might not know Lute on a personal level by any means, but he knew that she had been Adam's right hand woman. He had seen her distress at his death. He also happened to know that she had very adamantly spoken against him in the Heavenly Court, thanks to Vaggie filling him in.

Arms crossed tightly across his chest, not even having looked at himself in a mirror yet. In Hell he had already been such a mixture of whites and pastels, he didn't want it to be even worse. He had seen Pentious on that screen, it wasn't a good look. Eyes narrowed at her a bit. "Think yeh'll finally listen t' Charlie now? Or do yeh' think that ah' weasled my way into Heaven?" He didn't know she had thought that about Pen, but it would make total sense.

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Janice had heard the news. There hadn't been a single angel in Heaven that hadn't been keeping up with what was going on. The supposed ascension of a Sinner, and whatever could come from that. It was an impossibility that all of Heaven had to consider now. They had no choice in the matter; this was the new reality. It put the question into who could be redeemed and what it took in order to achieve such a fate. It was... definitely puzzling. Did Janice consider it bad news? The prominent opera singer couldn't think she did. Everyone had a chance to redeem themselves. Should everyone? Well, that would depend on if their intentions were... good. But what did good even mean? She could hazily recall this same debate being held in her old professor's classroom... But that was a very long time ago, and the legitimate existences of Heaven and Hell couldn't have been known then. What did it mean when you did die? Who decided? And what did this mean now? Could someone become better? Or would anyone do anything they could to become worse?

"You're a very generous angel, Lute. Did you know that? I hear WHY you want this position, but it can't be for the singularity of my -- and your departed." Sparing her the build up, she accepts Lute needs the blunt edge of Abels mercy; the exorcist deserved that much, at the very least. It was difficult, but since when was standing as archangel of generosity ever been easy? However, these chances to guide made it worth swallowing the lump in her throat. "Sera was too blunt with you." Abel decides, perceiving the head seraphim with criticism; freedom that comes from paying her dues.

"I did it for so many reasons. Would you believe that also includes yourself?" Adam, no, Abel, looks down on her; faces so similar yet ever so slightly off to remind of what is lost. He was gone, only the daughter of mirrored face remains. This timid words land with such kind sureness, nothing the Archangel of Life could repeat to her ( at least anymore ).

"I've not decided where you will be in this, yet. I want you by my side." By the side of the spitting image of Adam, murder, and choice. "Help me? Will you?"

Guilty of wishing to keep her near; easier to keep grief muffled by care instead of let loose with neglect.