#sa reference

TW: SA reference, SH scars, Edgar Valden deduction spoilers

...It was self fucking defense.

I DIDNT DO SHIT

I WAS MINDING MY OWN DAMN BUSINESS WHEN COMPLETING A TASK. I HAD TO DELIVER SOULS I HAD TAKEN. I DID THAT. I WAS RETURNING TO MY HOME. I WAS RETURNING TO MY PART OF HEAVEN

IT WAS A BLOODY FUCKING SERAPHIM!! AND ONE OF MY KIND. ARÏAN WAS THERE. HE WATCHED. HE FUCKING WATCHED. I LOST FEATHERS. I WAS HARMED. I WAS ABOUT TO BE DEFILED!!

I used to wear my mate feather as a necklace to keep it safe. Just in case I found the one. I was foolish. I was not made for love.

They tried to steal it from me. They tried to force a bond. I was being held down. Others were watching. A cherubim, a few Seraphim. A throne.. I reacted. I lashed out. The darkness came from everywhere. Engulfed and destroyed.

Oh~ The poor poor Seraphim. He was no longer a seraphim. Angels usually cannot die, especially Thrones and Seraphim. However... They can fall or be turned into demons. When they turn into demons. They can perish.

He turned into a demon. In heaven. He burst into holy flame and was no more. I admit it. I murdered him.

I was grabbed. Forced into chains. A muzzle. Shackles. I was treated worse than you mortals treat livestock marching to slaughter.

I was thrown at the foot of God's throne. Azrael was there. I was put onto a trial. I disrespected God's servants. I disrespected heaven with my actions of turning one of them into a demon and causing their doom. I was trialed. I was sentenced to fall. I was compromised.

Azrael defended me until God chimed in. I did everything that cunt asked me to do. I killed everyone i was assigned to. I broke myself down when I felt morals. I was the weapon they asked me to be.

I. DID. EVERYTHING. THEY. ASKED. EVERYTHING!!!!

Azrael was my father. He created me. He made me into who I was with the help of God's instructions. He came down to say "goodbye" I thought he was help.

I thought wrong! I WAS A FOOL! A FUCKING FOOL!!

He hugged me. Engulfed me in his wings. He removed the muzzle. He undid my shackles. He was freeing me... i was so close to being able to go back to our part of heaven with him... Then I was speared right through. I felt like i was on fire.

He speared through my heart. And I was yanked back and thrown. Everything gave way. My heart was ripped out of my chest. What was inside my form was no longer. I was hollowed out before being thrown down.

The fall was long. My wings were still chained and burning. I couldn't try and save myself. I was in pain. I couldn't try to heal myself. I was no longer welcome in the only place I knew as home.

That is how I fell. I lost my name and rank. I kept my title. You cannot revoke that kind of status. It is in your blood forever.

I will always remember what that Seraphim said to me.

Keep telling yourself you were a devoted partner though you slept with someone else, contracted an STI, lied about sleeping with someone else, passed it on through SA of said partner, and then only finally admitted to it after the partner got tested and came back positive for the STI.

Yet the come back was, "I just want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Fffffuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk off with your I'm the victim bullshit.