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mekachu04the sea is calm at the moment, starts bright so far away from the human cities, the moon bounching off the waters is soft ripples. The peace is lovely, but too still, and his skin crawls wit the need to move, to pace or run or fly. To swim or dance or just.. something.
anything just stare out at heavens he once help build, forever out of reach.
well, he could go back, he supposed. in the very begining, heaven was more guarded, trying more to keep all the demon's contained. it..hadn't gone well for them, and if anthing, set the hoards focus on messing wit earth and the humans almost more out of spite than lucifer's orders. crowley sertainly wouldn't have messed wit hte in the start if he hadn't been chanced away from his former job site.
he doubts htey care anymore. but azirpahle was Named guardian of hte humans, so getitng his to leave is a fairly impossible task. He was a brillaint angel, and was quite clever on twisting words to suit his needs, but in the end, she Named him iwth a Purpose, one She'd yet to revolk, and crolwey knew he was never goign to be able to replace that. if She had not revolkved his Name, crwlwey too might have never left the stars either. loosing his Purpose had transformened his curoousity and imagination into a wanderlust of sorts, both in here his feet would take him and the faces he's wear along the way. staying too long in once place made him nervous - though thankfully the humans where diverse enough he wasn't sure he'd ever grow bored of their tiny little world.
tonight, the same thing that tethered him to this planet, was the same thing that tethereed him to thies beach. a funny (tubby) angel that was far too quick to act without thinking, spurred on by honest to satan goodness. an angel that had litterlay armed the humans with one of heavens own flaming swords - had introcuded them to fire and bloodshed in one single action - becuase he was worried about them after he believed them to have lost God's favour.
A kindness that had him returned tonight when the shipping vessle he was on had been overtaken by muteners, and azirpahle had not known which side to support. he'd pleaded for them to stop fighting with each other, civil strife tramatic to any angel who survided the first war. he'd been unable to stop the murder of the captain - an admittidly unlikeably fellow, but hardly worth a death sentance - but his refusal to take either side had earned him a maroonment instead of an exiscution.
corlwey wasn't sure which would have been crueler. he also wasn't sure how long ago that was, the angel having been seated for some time when croalwy had stumbled abon him. sand had collected arund him from the breeze, and he watched unmoved in the distance to where the ship had finally saile dout of sigth.
i think crolwey had learned that he careflly hid from hell - the easiest way to demoralize an angel, to reduce them to a catatonic state, easilbly deaftable - is to have them watch their own humans turn on and murder each other. brother against brother, tribe against istelf.
for a demon, watching it happen filed them with dark hateful glee - to see their own downfall played out by others. even crolwey would admit that ther ewas asick satisfation in it - aslsong as it wasn't his humans killing each other. he was very careful with this part of himself, a dark thing that could easily spriral out of his control.
he oculd be that; the others had all embrassed it. but... but something had changed along crolwey's fall into the demonic that hadn't happen to the others. maybe he didn't mean to fall. equally, maybe he would have been misrabale in heaven, if azirpahles behavoir was naything to go on.
but, after cuases ehaven some serious trouble, he's approached an angel watching the humans leave; the other angels had left already, jsut the one remained. maybe it was to cause more trouble, corlwey was never sure. but what he was sure, if that the angel ont he wall had throuwn him for such a loop, he had started realigning his thoughts form that moment on.
an agnel who handle lashed out at him on sight, one that had truely cared about the human's plight, and one that had shaltered him fromt hat first rain.
an angel who was hurting on such a deep level that crowley could do nothing else but sit down on the sand next to him, watching the waves. a dark wing of his own wrapped around the solemn prinicpality.
there would be tears later, a frustraed agnel trying to understand, trying to rationaize. but there was not understanding, no rationilization. and eventually, croley knew he would come to terms with it the same way he came to terms with everything else. a phrase that droae crolwey bat-shit insane, becuase his own self demaned /why/, but one that he'd long seance come to understand was another coping mechansim the angel had to keep him - them both possibly - safe.
it was simply ineffable.
anything just stare out at heavens he once help build, forever out of reach.
well, he could go back, he supposed. in the very begining, heaven was more guarded, trying more to keep all the demon's contained. it..hadn't gone well for them, and if anthing, set the hoards focus on messing wit earth and the humans almost more out of spite than lucifer's orders. crowley sertainly wouldn't have messed wit hte in the start if he hadn't been chanced away from his former job site.
he doubts htey care anymore. but azirpahle was Named guardian of hte humans, so getitng his to leave is a fairly impossible task. He was a brillaint angel, and was quite clever on twisting words to suit his needs, but in the end, she Named him iwth a Purpose, one She'd yet to revolk, and crolwey knew he was never goign to be able to replace that. if She had not revolkved his Name, crwlwey too might have never left the stars either. loosing his Purpose had transformened his curoousity and imagination into a wanderlust of sorts, both in here his feet would take him and the faces he's wear along the way. staying too long in once place made him nervous - though thankfully the humans where diverse enough he wasn't sure he'd ever grow bored of their tiny little world.
tonight, the same thing that tethered him to this planet, was the same thing that tethereed him to thies beach. a funny (tubby) angel that was far too quick to act without thinking, spurred on by honest to satan goodness. an angel that had litterlay armed the humans with one of heavens own flaming swords - had introcuded them to fire and bloodshed in one single action - becuase he was worried about them after he believed them to have lost God's favour.
A kindness that had him returned tonight when the shipping vessle he was on had been overtaken by muteners, and azirpahle had not known which side to support. he'd pleaded for them to stop fighting with each other, civil strife tramatic to any angel who survided the first war. he'd been unable to stop the murder of the captain - an admittidly unlikeably fellow, but hardly worth a death sentance - but his refusal to take either side had earned him a maroonment instead of an exiscution.
corlwey wasn't sure which would have been crueler. he also wasn't sure how long ago that was, the angel having been seated for some time when croalwy had stumbled abon him. sand had collected arund him from the breeze, and he watched unmoved in the distance to where the ship had finally saile dout of sigth.
i think crolwey had learned that he careflly hid from hell - the easiest way to demoralize an angel, to reduce them to a catatonic state, easilbly deaftable - is to have them watch their own humans turn on and murder each other. brother against brother, tribe against istelf.
for a demon, watching it happen filed them with dark hateful glee - to see their own downfall played out by others. even crolwey would admit that ther ewas asick satisfation in it - aslsong as it wasn't his humans killing each other. he was very careful with this part of himself, a dark thing that could easily spriral out of his control.
he oculd be that; the others had all embrassed it. but... but something had changed along crolwey's fall into the demonic that hadn't happen to the others. maybe he didn't mean to fall. equally, maybe he would have been misrabale in heaven, if azirpahles behavoir was naything to go on.
but, after cuases ehaven some serious trouble, he's approached an angel watching the humans leave; the other angels had left already, jsut the one remained. maybe it was to cause more trouble, corlwey was never sure. but what he was sure, if that the angel ont he wall had throuwn him for such a loop, he had started realigning his thoughts form that moment on.
an agnel who handle lashed out at him on sight, one that had truely cared about the human's plight, and one that had shaltered him fromt hat first rain.
an angel who was hurting on such a deep level that crowley could do nothing else but sit down on the sand next to him, watching the waves. a dark wing of his own wrapped around the solemn prinicpality.
there would be tears later, a frustraed agnel trying to understand, trying to rationaize. but there was not understanding, no rationilization. and eventually, croley knew he would come to terms with it the same way he came to terms with everything else. a phrase that droae crolwey bat-shit insane, becuase his own self demaned /why/, but one that he'd long seance come to understand was another coping mechansim the angel had to keep him - them both possibly - safe.
it was simply ineffable.
