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Something...had been off for weeks, if not months, she didn't really had the best sense of time. With her frequent trips to Hell she quite literally became literally out of touch with the outer realm, not picking up the subtle signs.

Now, with a week spent on Earth, the tilt of the balance slammed against her core full force, enough to send her to the floor of her castle with its intensity. Wings uncontrollably burst from her back with the force of a smaller sunstorm and the entity shrieked. Far from anything human, not demonic nor angelic; something beyond ancient, from a time when languages didn't exist. Shatteringly shrill yet guttural from the very essence she embodied.

Skin has long dissolved into phoenix shaped flames by the time It burst through the old castle's roof, never stopping the furious soar into outer space. Towards Heaven.

I literally have no recollection of this quiz.

electric

you're alive, aren't you? maybe it only feels that way when you're making them laugh, or you're wanted in the last hours of the day, or you're singing together with them, but don't forget that that same electricity runs through your body when you're alone. and maybe the issue is that that energy has nowhere to go, nothing to ground it. it's not easy to be here, or to light your way through the darkness. but you can.

The others faded to background noise, not like she was deaf to others' talent; but indeed as she had sang: her attention was only directed towards special ones.

Genuine smile at words, especially upon realization that the praise came from a member of the audience she'd sought out.

“Thank you, means a lot you enjoyed” a slide of her chin towards a few higher ranked ladies still trying and failing to clean the wine stains out of their ornate dresses; likely jolted at her unexpected intro

“I had to make sure nobody thinks I'm some kind of angel.” Cindy offered part of the explanation, shining wings still on display, yet her own radiance seemed to come from within

“They...act as an amplifier so I don't need a microphone. But no alterations otherwise, what you hear is all me.” the entity was slightly defensive of her born gift, didn't want any rumors catching flight that it was also a cosmic trick

“I'm Cindy, and again I'm happy that you enjoyed the little concert.” a pause, her smile softening even more “And your shoes are absolutely adorable! Although, definitely not as beautiful as you. ”

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While Dia herself hadn't found the courage to go up and do anything with the open mic she had enjoyed watching the others have fun. One performance that stood out was Cindy, the succubus had been quite intrigued to see what would come after her opener. Sadly there were others, who in her mind were way less interesting, that also wanted to perform, so Cindy had to give up the mic.

But at least that did leave the woman open to be approached "A shame you had to give up that mic, you were rocking the whole ball"

Radiant Dawn

“You will be complete.” the entity corrects “I don't know how will your body and powers react to my own essence, I cannot predict that. I've never changed a celestial being to their very core, not this drastic degree either needed for your survival.” she can't lie nor bend the truth when it came such life altering decision. Gabriel wouldn't be bearing a curse, but a part of the cosmos.

“You will belong to the eternal stars, with only two Beings other than me capable of killing you. Serin'th who caused my scar and Chionne Frollja, the Secondborn of the Universe.” the Phoenix informed further as the angel was thinking over all of her existence spanning millennias. There laid the truth, Gabriel would be permanently changed power wise and physically, forever ripped from Heaven's hierarchy.

“You will be severed from the one you refer as ‘God’, me, my creation is above Its powers.” if this is what she ultimately wanted when whispering to the stars, yearning for freedom, Cindy was ready to grant all of that

Chin tilted lower at the sudden movement, the blaze in her eyes...the same her own when the Eternal Fire had made her the same offer. Spiteful bordering on vengeance. Revenge against the world that dared to treat her like this. Revenge for the torture, the suffering, the needless sacrifices, the wasted, stolen first life.

“Hold onto your rage and desire.” the entity spoke with a nod at the decision, the blazing supernova approaching with the slightest caution; metal shrieking and snapping at the sheer supernatural heat. The Phoenix leaned down, elongated fingers carefully lifting the broken body but not spirit into her embrace, hoping her desire and flickering life was enough for her to not burn from such closeness.

She carried the delicate creature through the wiped clean wasteland which once was deemed holy, not shielding Gabriel from the sight. This wasn't her home anymore, detachment only helped both of them when it came to the actual process. No one stopped the erethal visage scorching Heaven in her wake by her existence, the journey to the end of the clouds a slight solace among the crumbling then dissipating ruins.

“I will ask one more thing from you.” the Eternal Fire spoke at the edge of the realm, setting the Archangel down gently

“Fall.”

“And trust I will catch you.”

Golden light chased away darkness as it always had done since it's very existence. The Eternal Fire illuminated the torture chamber, flooding it until only the shadow cast by Gabriel remained. Her state stirred an undecipherable rumble, something beyond primordial. Ever shifting galaxy eyes took in the fragile statue, carefully noting every injury with an almost prying gaze. Fire starting to lean towards white in color again during the assessment, temperature ever climbing but those tiny, insignificant shifts -for her- was beyond her control.

“You are not hallucinating. You are dying.”

The entity managed to speak at last, the dull burgundy scar even more prominent against her near blinding radiance. She was not the arrogant brat playing around with cosmic powers Gabriel probably was familiar with; she was that untameable celestial force. Now almost stripped of everything human as Heaven still continued to tremble at her presence

“Your essence is dimming. You will die in days.” she spoke again, one step forward the tortured angel. She could feel life draining from her, feel her core wilting away slowly but surely

“I can save you by setting you free. After all isn't it what you always yearned for, Gabriel?” the Phoenix questioned gently what she overheard from stars, a lonely, trapped Being's whispered desire.

“But if I do that, you will never be an angel anymore. You will not belong to any realms, but to the stars. So tell me, do you want me to scorch your chains both physical and the ones you were created with?” she will not turn her against her will. Plenty has been done to her in which she had no say for eons. The Phoenix understood if she would rather choose eternal rest, she deserved peace at last. In that case, she will end her suffering quickly and painlessly.

@qveenofgluttony

Shit, receiving mail was a bit tricky when she basically lived deep inside the woods of Italy when not chasing evil on every continent. Or taking a detour and saving an Archangel with her essence.

When in doubt stab someone- no, that's her ancestor's line. The clothing issue...nothing that couldn't be solved with a touch of cosmic fuckery- speaking of Cosmos...

Cindy immediately hopped down the familiar and probably illegal portal, fashionably late. Yet something was definitely missing from her costume, ah yes, a touch of sparkle. Enormous golden phoenix wings broke free from her back -of course in the middle of the crowd, she wouldn't be Cindy Flame if she just did the trick before entering-, her clothes and accessories began to radiate from her otherworldly power, every star slowly lighting up, finishing with her crown.

Wings dismissed in a dense cloud of stardust, she determined she could contain the amount of energy locked inside her clothes. And if she happened to miscalculate...No. That would never happen.