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They where a missable lot, no question to it, but they'd been angels up until they'd hit the sulphur, their connection to Heaven burned away, Her Grace caught alight and turning into a twisted inerno inside of them.
The area was filled with agonized wailing, the terried cries of those still plumitting down, wings torn or removed outright to prevent them from saving themselves, and the morose silance that had fallen over those who had started to come to terms with their new lot.
Eventurallt they will turn to Samuel for guidance, but until then, the former archangel has a moment to themselves, to stare up though the cosmos to where they knew Micheal was staring back down. They expceded there owuld be fallout from the argument, but this was beyond the pale. How could She allow this? Punich them, sure. infighting needed to be addressed. but to attempt to destoy everyone who do much as /didn/ back Micheal?
( ;_; unplugged more anout how could this possobly fit inthe Her morals, ect.)
angels crawled over to them, disfigured, mulitplared and burned. angles looking up at them, lost. They'd had their only pospose, the thing She created and Named them to do, torn from them,a nd most lacked the ablity to understand this as anything but devistating; an existance without purpose the most horrifing thing they could comprehend.
Samuel needed to deal with this first. to (deal) with the pleeding faces beginign to multiply before them. They took all teh rage and betrayala nd anger and hated that Micheal had drawn out,a nd pulled it free of their own self. Satan. Micheal's advasary. A part of them created to allow him to remain level headed. Let Satan rage at Micheal, leave Sameul to deal witht he horde growing before him.
"My bretheran," He cried, his voice rolling over ever corner of this horrid dark place. All remaing eyes turned to him, all ears listening to his proclimation, "This is not the End. We survived, despite of former Master's wishes, We lived, depsite teh horror inflicted upon us. And we will not just survie, but thrive, to spite those who try to look down at us!"
He'd barely spokein his Words, whent he hell they'd fallen to eroupted with a roar of voices, boken and pained, but strenghtening with his own proclimation non the less. One of the angels who clawrled closest to him let out a 'huzzah' followed by "HAIL THE LIGHTBRINGER, LORD OF THIS REALM!'
The cries rippled out out, and the once archangel turned to hisself in uncertainy, Satan smiling back at him with encouragement. He'd never set otu to be the Lord of anything, only to call out Mciheal for abuse of power. "What say you, Lucifer," satan asked, head bowing in deferment, "Lord of the realm?"
The area was filled with agonized wailing, the terried cries of those still plumitting down, wings torn or removed outright to prevent them from saving themselves, and the morose silance that had fallen over those who had started to come to terms with their new lot.
Eventurallt they will turn to Samuel for guidance, but until then, the former archangel has a moment to themselves, to stare up though the cosmos to where they knew Micheal was staring back down. They expceded there owuld be fallout from the argument, but this was beyond the pale. How could She allow this? Punich them, sure. infighting needed to be addressed. but to attempt to destoy everyone who do much as /didn/ back Micheal?
( ;_; unplugged more anout how could this possobly fit inthe Her morals, ect.)
angels crawled over to them, disfigured, mulitplared and burned. angles looking up at them, lost. They'd had their only pospose, the thing She created and Named them to do, torn from them,a nd most lacked the ablity to understand this as anything but devistating; an existance without purpose the most horrifing thing they could comprehend.
Samuel needed to deal with this first. to (deal) with the pleeding faces beginign to multiply before them. They took all teh rage and betrayala nd anger and hated that Micheal had drawn out,a nd pulled it free of their own self. Satan. Micheal's advasary. A part of them created to allow him to remain level headed. Let Satan rage at Micheal, leave Sameul to deal witht he horde growing before him.
"My bretheran," He cried, his voice rolling over ever corner of this horrid dark place. All remaing eyes turned to him, all ears listening to his proclimation, "This is not the End. We survived, despite of former Master's wishes, We lived, depsite teh horror inflicted upon us. And we will not just survie, but thrive, to spite those who try to look down at us!"
He'd barely spokein his Words, whent he hell they'd fallen to eroupted with a roar of voices, boken and pained, but strenghtening with his own proclimation non the less. One of the angels who clawrled closest to him let out a 'huzzah' followed by "HAIL THE LIGHTBRINGER, LORD OF THIS REALM!'
The cries rippled out out, and the once archangel turned to hisself in uncertainy, Satan smiling back at him with encouragement. He'd never set otu to be the Lord of anything, only to call out Mciheal for abuse of power. "What say you, Lucifer," satan asked, head bowing in deferment, "Lord of the realm?"
