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mekachu04the angel is in a bad way.
The both of them are, to be fair, but Lucifer had spent millennia in Hell, he'd seem demons torn apart this way and that over time.
He hadn't seen an angel in such a state since the moment right before he had been caste down.
He'd forgotten how bright their blood was when it was mixed with their true self. A bit like gold on his fingers, dusting the air.
the other angels that fled had literally reached in and torn parts of his core out, his true self unable to even hold a form at the moment, as insubstantial as a morning mist. it swirled around him when he reached to the broken limb, repelled like wrong ends of a magnet.
curiously, it reacted to the large demonic snake as well, but Crowley had used this to his advantage, and positioned his bulk to keep the angel from essentially bleeding out.
Lucifer used both his hands to mimic the snake, herding the mist back to the battered corporation, keeping it from leaching back out with mild wards, a bare curse of the air around the angel.
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i really can't think of anything more today. the day has me all out of sorts. this is a bullshit attempt to hit today's word limit. the sad part is it's likely going to be as many words as above. i might come back and delete this later, i hope. see if i can get a better idea going. sad face
The both of them are, to be fair, but Lucifer had spent millennia in Hell, he'd seem demons torn apart this way and that over time.
He hadn't seen an angel in such a state since the moment right before he had been caste down.
He'd forgotten how bright their blood was when it was mixed with their true self. A bit like gold on his fingers, dusting the air.
the other angels that fled had literally reached in and torn parts of his core out, his true self unable to even hold a form at the moment, as insubstantial as a morning mist. it swirled around him when he reached to the broken limb, repelled like wrong ends of a magnet.
curiously, it reacted to the large demonic snake as well, but Crowley had used this to his advantage, and positioned his bulk to keep the angel from essentially bleeding out.
Lucifer used both his hands to mimic the snake, herding the mist back to the battered corporation, keeping it from leaching back out with mild wards, a bare curse of the air around the angel.
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i really can't think of anything more today. the day has me all out of sorts. this is a bullshit attempt to hit today's word limit. the sad part is it's likely going to be as many words as above. i might come back and delete this later, i hope. see if i can get a better idea going. sad face
