The skies bleed red.

❝Aren't you the oddball out.❞ Pointedly, but not quite telling. Helel was, after all, never one to fully give something away. Buried little points of fact under an avalanche of hidden agendas appealed to his personality more ;; he preferred keeping those around him in the dark to his identity. Made twisting the souls of faithful, devout, Christians much easier when they assumed lesser of the man in question. && despite his disdain for their species, he rather LIKED the anonymity their heinously distasteful depictions allowed him.

❝Hello, Mikhael.❞

  Dark, halcyon irises were deadened by the layers of apathy resting THOUSANDS of years, locked away in prison for his crimes, torment stripping away what love he possessed for his favored brother, turning it to anger && rage. VENOM, corroding his Grace, leached like the poisonous crawl of Hellfire and r e v e n g e taking a stranglehold on his disposition.

Fingers trace beneath her jawline, && gently cup her chin.

     SWEET LIES, twisted around half-truths, an evocative pull of wander and awe coming from those whom he lured in with promises and sympathetic understanding. After all, most of humanity believed Satan to be an ugly, hideous thing ---- not a man; WALKING among their world as if he belonged to it, borne from the soil that created the filthy monkeys inhabiting his Father's beautiful creation.

        During the crusades, he'd found his freedom. Blood spilled in the name of a holy war, souls turned from the grace of God, had been enough to RELEASE him from the prison of ice meant to bind his essence for an eternity. && so he simply bade his time, laid low, amassed an army under the nose of Michael's watch.

❝I’m looking to expand.  Location isn’t exactly primed to my liking.❞

 Something’sSEETHINGinside of him, nerves scraped bythe connotation of his addressedprison.An unwilling damnation for his crimes. Because he was different,because he CHOSE to stand against the filthy monkeysFatherhad placed above himself, and his siblings. Eons ofhatred burned away at his core, degrading his grace to ash, re-missedof the betrayal scourging his fragmented stitches of recollection. 

    SYMPATHY oozes from his tone, sanguine and soothing. Halcyon irises watching the child in muted observance, her SOUL retched of horrors, drowned in the demons that kept her running - surviving on a petty grasp for normalcy.

     ❛--- one asks how CRUEL God must be, to be so sadistic.❜