Did Something Happen To Your Old Blog?

Did something happen to your old blog?

No no absolutely not! It stays up as an archive: @archivedfirstfire and I'm never going to delete it because of the amount of memories, chats my first blog holds.

I decided to make a new blog as I was resurrecting Cindy, because it became too cluttered with verses that evolved into separate characters with their own blogs, outdated information plus a faceclaim change.

Nothing happened I only needed a fresh start, otherwise everything is the same. If you're a personal blog who followed my old blog or perhaps a writer, feel free to follow me on this blog; not much has changed, Cindy is still...the way she is.

“Drugged or either somehow tricked her into drinking high percentage alcohol. Doesn't matter which, the result is the same; I'm suspicious because instead of dumping his burned body in a ditch, she's marrying him. How stupid do you have to be to think Rozy would be WILLING touch that creature unless she's punching or stabbing him?”

“No, I actually didn't know that. But that means YOU are fully aware how out of control she is with substances in her system. And chose to abandon her. Pride runs deep in me, but...she's a bloody brilliant warrior in every aspect. Do you think the Hellfire General marrying an Archangel and not divorcing immediately was a good decision strategy wise, when that woman has war in her veins?” Cindy questioned the obvious, the angel sinking even lower in her eyes. And when she was alive people were surprised she was an atheist.

The entity wasn't aware of that she had remaining family members, it took many trips to Hell to discover she wasn't alone. She was everything they were, yet a distorted mirror image at the same time; an another polar opposite added to her enigma of a personality. She couldn't protect her mother, she will not fail her sister as well.

“Your brother chained my sister with rules, dangling her family's life as a threat because he's afraid of what is she capable of. Seems like cowardice runs in the family.” the final, merciless push of the dagger.

Brilliant phoenix wings unfurled to their full width, blazing with cosmic fire.

“But not in mine.”

One last scorching glare and the Fire took the steep plunge from Heaven, her fall as bright as the Morningstar's was; only that she hasn't lost or corrupted her wings.

the-eternal-fire​:

Oh now that finally seemed to do the trick- what in the fuck.

“No I can’t. Or rather, won’t. Because I’m with the other two sisters are busy ensuring that the piece of shit who drugged her doesn’t fuck her.” phoenix wings flared with barely concealed disappointment laced anger

“You must know how she willingly wouldn’t touch alcohol or any drug because she goes batshit insane if she does. And how control obsessed she is, the last thing she wants is not being aware of her actions. You must know, since you know you two are somehow married.” and the insult to be the messenger of the literal Messenger of God

“Shouldn’t you descend from the fluffy clouds with weapons blazing and gut the man who assaulted your wife instead of leaving her alone? Because for some fucked up reason your pussy brother came up with, she can’t kill that parasite without endangering her army. ”

If the lethal Véghváry bloodline could put aside their differences, arguments to shield the one in trouble, why couldn’t her literal wife come to her aid?

“I can’t explain the cowboy, nor want to excuse it, it’s my job to do so. But have you told her you love her? Have you helped her through an episode when the power possessing her was consuming her sanity? Have you shared her grief when Heaven massacred her soldiers, her family? Have you ever openly stood by her side?” maybe she indeed could explain the cowboy then.

Cindy snatched the divorce papers from the angel, the edges only slightly singed despite her swirling emotions.

“Maybe this indeed for the best. Now if you excuse me, I have an intoxicated sister to protect from a fucking predator.”

Gabriel winced at Cindy’s show of anger. “Wait he drugged her!?” Well, that was news to her. She didn’t even know who the man even was but this new bit of information changed everything. Why was she always the last to know these things?

Anger flashed across Gabriel’s own face. “And you should know that we got married in the first place because we were both drunk.”

Even still the Véghváry‘s words cut her deep. She could make an excuse that she was kept in the dark in this situation but there was truth in Cindy’s words regardless. She was Rozalia’s wife. She should’ve been there for her when she needed her most. And where was she? In Heaven. Because of her obligations. At least that’s what she told herself.

No wonder why Rozalia sought comfort in the arms of another.

Gabriel flinched when the papers were snatched from her hands and she looked away. Shame filled her entire being. Yet, another instance where she stood by and did nothing. And look at what she lost from her inability to act. But that was going to change.

Starting with the scum who assaulted her wife.

Are you in the horse dick

Questions of filth

“ In or into? Learn how to spell, although this time the answer to both possibilities is no.”

Are you from Tennessee cuz you're the only 10 I see

“Are you in need of your glasses because I'm a 20 even at my lowest.”

“You mean that giant purple ballsack hollering every nonsense obscenity he can come up with?”

“Place startin’ to look like the ad column of a lonely-hearts magazine. Everyone bein’ so cute and sharin’ their wants and likes. Quite adorable really.”

How far can I set my foot in your ass

Questions of filth

“Depends on how far my sword goes up to yours first~”