#vengence

This scene was inspired by the song "Gravity" from the hit series Hazbin Hotel. When I began to put plot notes of this AU this scene popped into my head and I really want to make it into an animatic.

In this scene, Triana uses her powers to restrain all the Mcfadden family in her fire chains, the one of the 4 elements that can capture and hurt a ghost. In order to have her powers she made a deal with a fire Wraith, allowing her to wield fire without it hurting her if she fed it spirit cores (I think of it like the ghost orbs you see on camera view when you don't see a ghost). This is the pure existence of all life and undead, from plants, to monster sna spirits all have cores. To be able to pull one is highly abnormal, only powerful souls like Kibosh can control such power so this becomes a high alert problem that even the king can't ignore.

Spoil alert, most souls have generic bright souls, but Stretch holding an ancient bloodline that makes his core look dark and ominous.

Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written,Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord. (Romans 12:19)

Betrayal...at some point in time, happens to all of us. That lie that was told about you, the backstabbing, the secret that was exposed. Instinct tells us we need to get back at them. This is because getting even feels good. We want them to pay now. We want to stop hurting now. We want justice now.

You see, Jesus is the only one who can mete out justice. It's not our job. All we have to do is trust Him. When He is fighting your battle, you will never lose. He will vindicate you, He will make people eat their own words, He will lift you so high that people will be amazed and know that your God is on your side.

A voice that claws my remedy

making me kneel at the defiant truth

Clamoured subservience towards their will

a sculpture of the unhallowed one

Ordalised a delirium within,

why shall one thirst for sangfroid to pacify the serpent?

their whispers coiled, fanged and flowering.

The storm’s placid availed

A stinging bloom, chiming the sangfroid

They welcome thee with grins

curtains rise on the aria of vendetta

For one cannot parry from a chained bird’s final song.

— 🐾🤍

24.12.25

1 hour doodle of circe