â Fiery the angels fell. Deep thunder rolled round their shores. â
there is no more  humor or motion in her features than there would be in stone,  as her gaze all but rakes across him : HUMBLED & BOUND.   were the truth to be told,  she would not know what answer to give to any that questioned her reason to descend here beneath the earth,  where the sun only gives half a single ray & the earth is wont to suffocate.  YET,  SHE STANDS HERE,  clothed in blackest night,  where not even her kokoshnik will shine.
â  & you think yourself akin to the angels,  donât you ?   â  her voice is unbearably kind,  & the both of them know that such a thing is not the truth,  & the truth that rests in her heart is far from palatable.   â  NO THUNDER WILL ROLL FOR YOU.  no skies will split open to take you into their arms.  not even the ground will open its mouth to swallow you into oblivion.  â  a moment passes,   & she lowers herself to crouch before him,  to meet the specter at eye level.   â  i am master of all these things,  creature.  YOU WILL GET NOTHING FROM ME.   â
 ➠ ŃĐ»ĐŸĐČа.  :  @onesring











