while most would consider the angels to be benevolent, loving figures, others would beg to differ; their holy light was a curse upon the depths

very few dared to speak out against what they had collectively done. those dew were cast into the very depths which they'd desecrated.

it did, however, turn out to be a blessing in disguise,

ghost desperate to return to life after her completely unjustified death, and the fool skydancer who entered a pact with her. she might regret that soon, though...

“What, did you expect another version of you to be stronger in some way? Better? Well, I’m not – I'm getting worse. We’re both born from the same stock and it’s grown quite sour.”

thinking of turning this into a full painting later. scribbles + thoughts under the cut

"Why did you do it? All of this?" The black pearlcatcher lowered his head, turning his yellow eyes away; but quickly brought them back towards the red coatl. "Because it was what the Lightweaver wanted." The coatl shook her tired head. "She would never wish harm upon one of her children." That was when the pearlcatcher smiled. "But you are not one of her children. I am. And I am unharmed.”

Casca | Norath