#hezekiah

Aka if the Buried were a human.

They love wearing khaki. One of those people who can pull off bucket hats and long hair. LOVE beaches but it's more for who can build the best sandcastle than any real love for the ocean.

They also sleep with their head under blankets (MANY blankets) because the feel safest when cocooned under its weight.

Forever talking about archeology and obsessed with empires buried under millennia of dust. Any jewellery they wear is heavily inspired by these old kingdoms and places long gone.

They are calm and people tend to gravitate around them because they seem.... solid. And they tend to be saved as an emergency contact because of how dependable they are.

Not many people have seen them angry, but two of their friends decided to surprise them with a skydiving trip and regret it being a surprise. They didn't look scared. Not exactly. It's just that for a while the two remember being unable to breathe. And those brown eyes were not so much solid as coffin-like.

The coolest thing about them is their eyeliner. A lovely russet like colour, it looks brown under shadows and glimmers red under the light.

Hezekiah Esposito was abandoned to the Vatican's care as a small child when he began exhibiting symptoms of the Plague known as Virgin's Tears. The supernatural illness manifests in infants and toddlers, causing them to cry blood for no medically evident reason. The constant drain slowly depletes them of life, causing a map of complex medical issues that are unresponsive to traditional care. In the final stages of the Plague, they lose their sight and begin to experience visual hallucinations of the divine. Traditionally, all children with Virgin's Tears pass away before they've finished puberty.

Hezekiah was one of the first exceptions, thanks to the treatments developed by a team of cutting edge Witch Practioners. But his survival came at the price of being a guinea pig, his consent never courted; The Vatican sold his body for experimentation to the group, knowing a terminally ill orphan would have no way to refuse. Despite this trauma, Hezekiah formed a close bond with one of the WPs that helped treat him; Salma. He has studied under her ever since he escaped the custody of the Vatican, determined to make her proud and further develop treatments for other Plagued in a world that despises his kind.

Hezekiah's Prayer

15 And Hezekiah prayed this prayer before the Lord: “O Lord, God of Israel, you are enthroned between the mighty cherubim! You alone are God of all the kingdoms of the earth. You alone created the heavens and the earth. 16 Bend down, O Lord, and listen! Open your eyes, O Lord, and see! Listen to Sennacherib’s words of defiance against the living God.

17 “It is true, Lord, that the kings of Assyria have destroyed all these nations. 18 And they have thrown the gods of these nations into the fire and burned them. But of course the Assyrians could destroy them! They were not gods at all—only idols of wood and stone shaped by human hands. 19 Now, O Lord our God, rescue us from his power; then all the kingdoms of the earth will know that you alone, O Lord, are God.” — 2 Kings 19:15-19 | New Living Translation (NLT) Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved. Cross References: Exodus 25:22; 2 Kings 5:15; 2 Kings 19:19; 1 Chronicles 13:6; Nehemiah 9:6; Isaiah 37:14; Jeremiah 32:17

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Water tunnel carved under the City of David in Jerusalem in ancient times. Its popular name is due to the most common hypothesis of its origin, namely, that it dates from the reign of Hezekiah.

The tunnel leads from the Gihon Spring to the Pool of Siloam. If indeed built under Hezekiah, it dates to a time when Jerusalem was preparing for an impending siege by the Assyrians, led by Sennacherib.

Since the Gihon Spring was already protected by a massive tower and was included in the city's defensive wall system, Jerusalem seems to have been supplied with enough water in case of siege even without this tunnel. The curving tunnel is 533 m., According to the Siloam inscription, the tunnel was excavated by two teams, one starting at each end of the tunnel and then meeting in the middle.

TW: Blood, mention of injuries

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The wind had been knocked straight out of Hezekiah upon landing flat on his back on some random street in Hell. He had never expected that the term 'Fallen' was so literal.

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"Hezekiah I can't have you raising any noise about this. I don't know how you found out but I can't have you speaking about this," Sera said as Hez stood at the very edge of Heaven, clutching the X shaped wound on his face, golden blood staining his hands.

"I'm not going to let this end quietly Sera. I swear it," Hez said looking at the Seraphim in front of him.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this Hezekiah. But you are now Fallen and I wash my hands of you," she said as she turned her back right when the Exorcist who had come along pushed Hez over the edge, sending him hurdling towards Hell.

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Hez landed with a sickening crunch as his left wing snapped on impact with the ground. It certainly didn't take long for Hez to realize he had drawn a very unwanted crowd of sinners eyeing him hungrily. He could barely get his feet under him, not to mention the extent of his injuries and blood loss was catching up to him quite quickly. He did manage to get away from the crowd and hiding in an alleyway nearby, trying to figure out what to do next, looking at where he landed, a small pool of distinctly golden blood on the ground as well as the very clear trail of blood following behind him. He slid down a nearby wall, trying and failing to staunch the flow of blood coming from his wound, however his head was incredibly hazy from the pain he was in as well. He was shocked he wasn't double dead. He had to try and take stock of his injuries.

Hez obviously knew about the wound on his face and his broken wing. The wetness in his hair told him he'd hit his head and he was bleeding there. He was pretty sure he had some broken ribs as well from the landing. His leg was fucked, his arm. Everything was fucked. He wasn't even sure what to do from this point but he knew he had to stay out of sight of the sinners beyond the alley. If there was one thing he knew, he knew that any soul worth their salt was going to try and make a deal with him. Owning an angel's soul, fallen or otherwise, well, that was a power anyone would want on their side.