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"if there was any goodness left up there, he shoulda fallen with us."
the Watchers, as Hell has come to call the late round of angels to fall, do not care, at all, for Lucifer, Satan, or the Dark Council. They don't really care much for dmeons, even though they are now counted among their numbers. they are not misguidede neough to think heaven will ever want them back, or that they would go back anyway, but they spent the last thousand years smiting demons and they aren't about to stop now.
for all the fault of the watchers they fell in love with humanity - in their own, very unique way - and have never, will never, forgive Hell for revolting in an attempt to prevent the creation of the Almightly favoured (thing). And while gadreel still holds a grudge against crawly for the guarden, he's found himself as the they'll most likely listen to when Lucifer does wish to negotioate witht hem, seeing as his work witht eh Tree is the thing that made the humans so interesting, and the thing that allowed htem to stray off the Almightly Plan enough to love htem back.
Crawly... doesn't know what to think of hte whole mess. Mostly, he doesn't want to be involved. but there are few demons besides Legion that he can tollerat for any period of time in his usualy haunts in hell, and he's just itching to do enough busy work down here to be giving a new assignment topstide. And - the Watchers appreate alchol the way crawly does, so if he has to be running messages, the watcher's aren't a bad bunch tohave to deal with.
He's waititng for their leader, Armoi, to form a responce back to the dark lord. Lucifer doesn't tollerat much by the way of disrespect, but he also doesn't want to fight a war with two fronts. and the number of watchers could be a great boon or a catrastofe blow depending on how this went. until then, crawly finds himelf waiting, an arrangement of snacks and drinks layed out for him. it's such a human gesture that crawly aches to be free of this place. the wacher assigned to watch him in the mean time, is a regreatable familour face. Zavabe was the thrid and finaly watcher that had been in eden. the only one left was still topside, unfallen.
Azirpahle.
but zabave's drunken drawl held no annimosity tot he last Prinicplaity. only regret and pity. crawly would have thought he'd been furious that Azirahle had escaped punishemnt.
"he didn't though," zavabe gestued with his drink, "His is the worse. Just becuas ehte Almigty gave him a pass doesn't mean the archangels will! they've never liked us, right from the start. only sending four chemib? knowing luvifer, who just ravaged heaven, was going to turn his sights there? no - we where always going to fail that on. the achangels hate the humans too - there just smart enough not to be open about it like luci"
crawly gapped at the short name, but szabe marched on, "they set us up to fail. i know it, they know it, azirpahle knows it - where he'll admit it or not. no angel wants some human ranked over them."
"I thought you liked humnas?" like... alot.
"I liked /my/ humans. i couldn't care less abot the rest of them. and they should even be able to be mad at me about it, the Almighlty Named me to love mine! what did they think was gonna happen, giving us a Purpose like that."
"nit all the prinicplaities fucked their humans though."
Zabave snorted into his drink.
"Azirpahle didn't."
"just becuase he never knocked one us, does not mean he didn't fuck one."
crawly tried to picute that. azirpahle having sex. it didn't seem like it was his wheel house - yet the angel had gotten a littel funny about human food in the last century or so. and while the angel did not seem to understnad fashion in the slightest, he did go for some pretty high end fabrics. he liekd his comforts, that was growing apparent.
he tried to picture azirpahle as a demon, down here with crawly. no. no he didn't want to see that, even in his imagination.
"now he's up there.. alone.. jsut with al those new lesser angels. I feel like we've abandond him. they don't understand what it was like. he was a cheb, like us. they'll never be able to compreheand that. loosing a anme nad purpose like tht. a demotion. and we did it becuase we loved her, and we thought she loved us too. but taht's the real joke."
"you four really where demoted then?"
zabve nodded solemly, "You knew that, you saw us int he garden."
"you've all been wrapped up in coperatins since then though, so i was never certain. didn't know for sure if priciplaity was a title liek archangel or what. didn't exist when i was an angel, y aknow."
"don't ever ask him 'bout it," zabave warned, like crawly was jsut goign to stride up to an angel to make small talk. Again. wait... did he know? "just think about it - it's like being forced to relive it all over again. i'd fall a housdand times before goign though that again. it's jsut..."
he drank, crawly sipping his own drink.
"Where you ever Named a second time? Giving a different Purpose?"
"Just the fall..."
"At least with falling, you know you fucked up. the first time, when our Purpse was changed to protect the guarden. it was rough already. the fight with Luci had us all messed up. Heaven won, but we all felt like we failed. so much hurt and death. so many angels jsut... gone. our entire existance was to be warrios, and it didn't feel right to live through that when so many angels from the other choirs didn't make it. liek we ddn't fight hard enough.
And then they tried to take all of that away, but it didn't work. tht feeling of failour was still there. like.. all the good parts had been washed away, and just the stains/rips where left. and then they painted a new Purpose over it without fixing anything. Protect Eden from Lucifer."
"I'd wondered that," crawly thought aloud; zabve turned to him crusiosly. "Was it protect Eden, or protect the humans?"
"eden. Protect hte humans came later, when we where demoted."
crawly pondered this more - thinking privately on azirhle ont he wall. giving away his wrod. he'd always assumed it was an angel being quirky with his orders, but no.azriaphle gve way his sword all on his own.
Funny thing that.
the Watchers, as Hell has come to call the late round of angels to fall, do not care, at all, for Lucifer, Satan, or the Dark Council. They don't really care much for dmeons, even though they are now counted among their numbers. they are not misguidede neough to think heaven will ever want them back, or that they would go back anyway, but they spent the last thousand years smiting demons and they aren't about to stop now.
for all the fault of the watchers they fell in love with humanity - in their own, very unique way - and have never, will never, forgive Hell for revolting in an attempt to prevent the creation of the Almightly favoured (thing). And while gadreel still holds a grudge against crawly for the guarden, he's found himself as the they'll most likely listen to when Lucifer does wish to negotioate witht hem, seeing as his work witht eh Tree is the thing that made the humans so interesting, and the thing that allowed htem to stray off the Almightly Plan enough to love htem back.
Crawly... doesn't know what to think of hte whole mess. Mostly, he doesn't want to be involved. but there are few demons besides Legion that he can tollerat for any period of time in his usualy haunts in hell, and he's just itching to do enough busy work down here to be giving a new assignment topstide. And - the Watchers appreate alchol the way crawly does, so if he has to be running messages, the watcher's aren't a bad bunch tohave to deal with.
He's waititng for their leader, Armoi, to form a responce back to the dark lord. Lucifer doesn't tollerat much by the way of disrespect, but he also doesn't want to fight a war with two fronts. and the number of watchers could be a great boon or a catrastofe blow depending on how this went. until then, crawly finds himelf waiting, an arrangement of snacks and drinks layed out for him. it's such a human gesture that crawly aches to be free of this place. the wacher assigned to watch him in the mean time, is a regreatable familour face. Zavabe was the thrid and finaly watcher that had been in eden. the only one left was still topside, unfallen.
Azirpahle.
but zabave's drunken drawl held no annimosity tot he last Prinicplaity. only regret and pity. crawly would have thought he'd been furious that Azirahle had escaped punishemnt.
"he didn't though," zavabe gestued with his drink, "His is the worse. Just becuas ehte Almigty gave him a pass doesn't mean the archangels will! they've never liked us, right from the start. only sending four chemib? knowing luvifer, who just ravaged heaven, was going to turn his sights there? no - we where always going to fail that on. the achangels hate the humans too - there just smart enough not to be open about it like luci"
crawly gapped at the short name, but szabe marched on, "they set us up to fail. i know it, they know it, azirpahle knows it - where he'll admit it or not. no angel wants some human ranked over them."
"I thought you liked humnas?" like... alot.
"I liked /my/ humans. i couldn't care less abot the rest of them. and they should even be able to be mad at me about it, the Almighlty Named me to love mine! what did they think was gonna happen, giving us a Purpose like that."
"nit all the prinicplaities fucked their humans though."
Zabave snorted into his drink.
"Azirpahle didn't."
"just becuase he never knocked one us, does not mean he didn't fuck one."
crawly tried to picute that. azirpahle having sex. it didn't seem like it was his wheel house - yet the angel had gotten a littel funny about human food in the last century or so. and while the angel did not seem to understnad fashion in the slightest, he did go for some pretty high end fabrics. he liekd his comforts, that was growing apparent.
he tried to picture azirpahle as a demon, down here with crawly. no. no he didn't want to see that, even in his imagination.
"now he's up there.. alone.. jsut with al those new lesser angels. I feel like we've abandond him. they don't understand what it was like. he was a cheb, like us. they'll never be able to compreheand that. loosing a anme nad purpose like tht. a demotion. and we did it becuase we loved her, and we thought she loved us too. but taht's the real joke."
"you four really where demoted then?"
zabve nodded solemly, "You knew that, you saw us int he garden."
"you've all been wrapped up in coperatins since then though, so i was never certain. didn't know for sure if priciplaity was a title liek archangel or what. didn't exist when i was an angel, y aknow."
"don't ever ask him 'bout it," zabave warned, like crawly was jsut goign to stride up to an angel to make small talk. Again. wait... did he know? "just think about it - it's like being forced to relive it all over again. i'd fall a housdand times before goign though that again. it's jsut..."
he drank, crawly sipping his own drink.
"Where you ever Named a second time? Giving a different Purpose?"
"Just the fall..."
"At least with falling, you know you fucked up. the first time, when our Purpse was changed to protect the guarden. it was rough already. the fight with Luci had us all messed up. Heaven won, but we all felt like we failed. so much hurt and death. so many angels jsut... gone. our entire existance was to be warrios, and it didn't feel right to live through that when so many angels from the other choirs didn't make it. liek we ddn't fight hard enough.
And then they tried to take all of that away, but it didn't work. tht feeling of failour was still there. like.. all the good parts had been washed away, and just the stains/rips where left. and then they painted a new Purpose over it without fixing anything. Protect Eden from Lucifer."
"I'd wondered that," crawly thought aloud; zabve turned to him crusiosly. "Was it protect Eden, or protect the humans?"
"eden. Protect hte humans came later, when we where demoted."
crawly pondered this more - thinking privately on azirhle ont he wall. giving away his wrod. he'd always assumed it was an angel being quirky with his orders, but no.azriaphle gve way his sword all on his own.
Funny thing that.
