#voidvoice

[ - @mourning-starlight ]

“…Brother…”

Bezaliel manifested himself from the shadows a few feet away from said cage, seemingly stopping Cassiel in his tracks, the Supreme Angel was acting odd, something wasn’t right

Because sometimes the weight of pages or life itself becomes too much. This is not weakness, but wisdom. It's the quiet pause that tells us, “You may rest here. The story will wait.”

This are anchors in the sea of words yet they hold the place where our soul once lingered, promising that when we return, the page will still be there, unchanged and patient. Each crease, each faded corner, carries memory, the night we stopped at chapter twelve, the morning sunlight that fell on the margins, and the tear that blurred a single word.

It will remind us of something greater: that it's human to pause. To breathe. To step away when things get overwhelming. And when we are ready, we return, not weaker but stronger, carrying the courage to continue.

*Cassiel said in his own house, it was dark and he was currently on his living room, he cradled Trinity in his arms and wings, keeping her safe and close.. She was pretty calm now..*

[ - @mourning-starlight ]

“…You called for me… brother..?”

Bezaliel emerged from the shadows instantly, his head tilted to the side slightly, the Supreme Angel held a bit of concern upon being summoned so suddenly, had something gone wrong?

*Cassiel had locked himself in a dark room of Heaven, the same one where he met Bezaliel last time. His wing was still injured, yet he didn't seem to be there because of something bad, even though he wasn't smiling, his wings were relaxed and his head wings fluttered very slowly.*

[ - @mourning-starlight ]

“…Cassiel..?”

A figure emerges from the shadows, a Supreme Angel clad in tattered red robes with pitch black wings and a halved golden halo could be seen, his massive, blood red, clawed, and demonic left arm hidden from view as he approached you, his demeanor calm

Today, he had been wandering through Lust, looking for any stragglers after the fall, trying to avoid the corpse of the King shambling around the city. He… hasn’t lasted very long though, eventually tucking himself into a secluded alley to fall asleep, curled into a little ball with his arms over his stomach, and his wings over him.

He hoped no one would find him, or disturb his nap.

- @hellsfavoritefallen

“…”

Bezaliel had been watching from the shadows the entire time, feeling like a disappointed and exhausted parent, but he couldn’t blame the fallen angel for being so restless, sighing, the Supreme Angel stepped out of the shadows and sat beside a wall

“…Ori… you are unfortunately not very good at this…”

*In Treachery.. What an archangel considered a daughter with a broken psyche and a threat, was now terrified, shaking as she cried, she was on her bed, she had no helmet on, yet all she saw were memories.. The darkness.. was too much.. she could feel everything, she could see everything, she could.. even taste everything.. her own blood.*

“..papa..- where are you?..”

*..She called her father, yet she didn't specify one, because she called for both.. Were was Michael?.. And.. Bezaliel?.. Where were they?.. Did they both loose faith on her?.. He kept thinking Michael hated him.. it hurt a lot to even remember.. she could only remember how mad he was.. at Phanuel, yes, but it seemed like he preferred him over her, could she even blame him? She preferred anyone over herself, the recent cuts on her own body were only the start. Her golden claws were dripping with blood, her own..*

[ - @hells-little-lamb ]

“…You called… Verchiel..? Is everything- …what… happened to you… my child..?”

Bezaliel stepped out of a nearby shadow upon hearing the young Power call out for her “papa”, he knew Michael was still afraid of her… so the Supreme Angel made himself known, approaching Verchiel calmly, pitch black wings lowered to show that he meant no harm, but once he saw the state she was in… his heart broke…

But considering their history with being an executioner, they didn’t get bothered all that much.

Good.

“Bezaliel-”

They began to speak, before pausing as they saw him.

“……….. Oh…”

@thescarlet-executioner

“…A-Abhorson..?! I…”

Bezaliel nearly tripped over his own cloak upon seeing you suddenly appear in his “throne” room, he didn’t expect you at all, and considering everything that’s happening… his still broken pitch black wings puffed up pathetically…

Hello??? Mr. Bezaliel?

Anyone here?

*they keep aimlessly wandering the halls, seemingly alone for once. Their siblings no where to be found*

[ @the-children-of-the-inferno ]

“..V..? Is that you..? I’m over… here..! Come to… my voice..!”

Bezaliel calls out to you as best he can, still curled up on the ground, his wings very much not healed, how long had he been on the floor..? Wait… did he pass out?