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“…”

Bezaliel didn’t respond… he couldn’t respond… the Supreme Angel was half alive after all… how was he supposed to say anything without making things worse..?!

“WORRY NOT MORTAL! I’M NOT THE TYPE TO BOW TO SUCH A FUCKED UP CREATURE LIKE HIM!”

Bartzabel remained steadfast, his pitch black hip wings fully outstretched to protect Bezaliel from the threat within the darkness… he refused to allow the Supreme Angel to meet his end…

“…”

Bezaliel nods weakly and takes a shaky breath, making sure that it’s a deep one so that he doesn’t start hyperventilating… the Supreme Angel could feel his chest tighten with every breath… it hurt… it ached… the pain spikes…

“NO! I CAN’T, MORTAL! IT’S TOO MUCH OF A RISK!”

Bartzabel responds immediately, obviously distressed, ever since Bezaliel nearly got himself killed, the living shadow of the Supreme Angel couldn’t calm himself down

“…”

Bezaliel doesn’t answer, instead… weak cries escape from the Supreme Angel… the noises so heartbreaking… corked in on himself to the best of his ability… agony from the wound shooting through his entire body… spiraling…

Despite everything, a voice… something that was said, played on repeat in his mind… he couldn’t ignore it…

“...When you tried to kill all the Watchers - yes, you t r i e d, because if The Watchers were all dead, you would not be alive and Samyaza would not be alive…”

Pepper’s words stuck to him like thorns… she was right… every word was nothing but the cold, hard, undeniable truth…

“…Why… did… I… keep… myself… alive..? I… too… am… a… Watcher… it… matters… not… that… I… still… remain… holy…”

Tears began to form in the Supreme Angel’s pure white right eye and the vertical eye on his throat… when was the last time he entered a spiral like this..? For once… Bezaliel was thankful that no one was around… that Bartzabel was back in his shadow… he didn’t need his other self shouting at him…

Pitch black wings moving to cover his body, he felt the need to rest more when… a sub-zero chill filled the entire room… he knew instantly what it meant… his timing couldn’t be any worse…

“My, my… I haven’t seen you this close to death in quite some time, traitor. Looks like the others really had some much needed rage to let out, huh?”

Bezaliel could hear his sadistic, fallen leader’s voice from the darkness… if he were healthy, he’d be in a defensive position… but now..? He was helpless… he couldn’t do anything…

“What’s this? Are you spiraling, Bezaliel? Oh what a rare treat… it’s not every day that I get to relish in your suffering. Seems like someone REALLY got to you, eh? Heh, good…”

The Supreme Angel wanted to scream… to pull out his sword and try to kill him again… but he couldn’t… such a thing was physically impossible for him… unless he wanted to bleed out again…

“…Get… the… fuck… out… …now..!”

“No, I don’t think I will… now then, traitor. Why did you only kill your 26 brethren, yet keep yourself alive, hm? The Watchers still live on through you and me after all… what’s stopping you from cutting the cord now?”

Bezaliel could feel the tears fall as he spoke, he didn’t want to think on such things… to let him win… but his mental state was already oh so fragile…

“…Shut… up…! I… am… nothing… like… you..! Or… the… others..!”

“Oh you poor, sweet, innocent fuck… is being the only remaining holy Watcher what keeps you alive, Bezaliel? What will happen when everyone turns on you, hm? You’ll have nowhere left to go… so why delay the inevitable?”

The Supreme Angel grabbed at his head, hissing in pain… he just wanted the mental and verbal torment to be over..! He couldn’t…

“Just think on it, traitor… everyone will turn on you, it’s bound to happen. So why not save yourself the heartache and end it now? Just a suggestion… anyways, I’ve got more… pressing matters to attend to~ vale, Bezaliel.”

And with that the voice of him along with the sub-zero chill vanished… he was alone again… but this time… it wasn’t a good thing… spiraling… the words of Pepper and Samyaza furthering his descent… he…