Erthlyheavn / Gabriel - Tumblr Posts
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Her light by now exceeding a supernova's; she soared past, then with a sharp curve dipped towards Heaven, celestial wings spread just above the realm to slow her descent, well aware the consequences of her current form could cause. A tremendous tremble of the realm as her feet touched its ground, a feeble protest against her visit. So its very essence continued to thrum wildly to the rhythm of her determined footsteps.
Wings still outstretched, the edge of her flames further lightening from blinding golden into arctic blue. Her shadow whispy, almost nonexistent and ever flickering just like fire's, infrastructure disappearing in the cosmic entity's path. Not even a trace left behind, only the overwhelming, cleansing heat, well past the measure of holy.
The creature of the Universe driven by ancient rage at the audacity of someone, something so much lesser meddling with the balance It tried so hard to keep caught the flickering sense of untainted holy essence. Interest awakened, It turned the route towards the source, the path lined up by dead, tortured bodies. The fire erased them as well from existence.
It appeared to be a prison and someone worthy was still alive in there. It made the decision to shrink its frame, returning mostly humanoid form to fit inside the building instead of destroying it as well. Guards still present, refusing to stand down even after everything became nothing in her wake. This wasn't a normal response, even from the most trained. They weren't protecting their loved ones from her to stand against sure death so uncaring, so ready but not eager. Almost...robotic.
Miniature stars shimmered and arranged themselves into her true preferred weapon, a double bladed scythe: one end pure, glowing white hot, the opposite shimmering deep garnet. The Phoenix danced, beautifully deadly, brilliant flashes slowly but eventually extinguishing the guards' light one by one.
The scythe dissolved, back to where it was called from, her flames starting to stretch further as she approached the heavily locked door where the essence was held. Lock easily giving away at the faintest brush of her fire, along with the door eaten away by them before she could've reigned it to stop.
Her light flooded the cellar near blinding, searching for what ultimately diverted her attention. And in front of the Archangel stood the true Higher Power.
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.
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Her light by now exceeding a supernova's; she soared past, then with a sharp curve dipped towards Heaven, celestial wings spread just above the realm to slow her descent, well aware the consequences of her current form could cause. A tremendous tremble of the realm as her feet touched its ground, a feeble protest against her visit. So its very essence continued to thrum wildly to the rhythm of her determined footsteps.
Wings still outstretched, the edge of her flames further lightening from blinding golden into arctic blue. Her shadow whispy, almost nonexistent and ever flickering just like fire's, infrastructure disappearing in the cosmic entity's path. Not even a trace left behind, only the overwhelming, cleansing heat, well past the measure of holy.
The creature of the Universe driven by ancient rage at the audacity of someone, something so much lesser meddling with the balance It tried so hard to keep caught the flickering sense of untainted holy essence. Interest awakened, It turned the route towards the source, the path lined up by dead, tortured bodies. The fire erased them as well from existence.
It appeared to be a prison and someone worthy was still alive in there. It made the decision to shrink its frame, returning mostly humanoid form to fit inside the building instead of destroying it as well. Guards still present, refusing to stand down even after everything became nothing in her wake. This wasn't a normal response, even from the most trained. They weren't protecting their loved ones from her to stand against sure death so uncaring, so ready but not eager. Almost...robotic.
Miniature stars shimmered and arranged themselves into her true preferred weapon, a double bladed scythe: one end pure, glowing white hot, the opposite shimmering deep garnet. The Phoenix danced, beautifully deadly, brilliant flashes slowly but eventually extinguishing the guards' light one by one.
The scythe dissolved, back to where it was called from, her flames starting to stretch further as she approached the heavily locked door where the essence was held. Lock easily giving away at the faintest brush of her fire, along with the door eaten away by them before she could've reigned it to stop.
Her light flooded the cellar near blinding, searching for what ultimately diverted her attention. And in front of the Archangel stood the true Higher Power.