#voidvoice

*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

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.

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?

..Please..?

“…You wish for a hug..?”

He tilts his head to the side, a little confused, but stands up either way

( @10-thr-pebblemover )

“..? Now how did you end up here..?”

He leans forwards and picks you up gently with his right hand, examining you the entire time

[*It's super garbled, but there's clearly someone at the other end]

“…Well now that’s rather odd… hmm…”

He leans back on his “throne” before sighing

..Hello..?

“…A human..? I thought such beings died out decades ago…”

He stands up, his black wings fully out yet lowered slightly, a sign of curiosity

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…