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@goetiia
The Eternal Fire had stayed on the sidelines long enough. Too long. Tolerating a tyranny which threatened the delicate balance of the inseparable pocket dimensions of Earth. The amount of suffering it caused for a faux reason.
Remains of divine energy haven't faded yet, which meant there may be something that hasn't been incinerated completely. Fire was already lit behind her eyes as her gaze fell upon bloodied feathers. ... It was worth a try, still. Careful hands collected the remains, the monster mockingly calling itself angel nowhere to be seen by now. Wings of fire rose from her back, she couldn't allow a sudden burst of energy now. This was always an extremely delicate, draining process even when there was at least a skeleton left.
The being began her steady ascent, out of Hell, into the Universe without stopping, to the stars where both she and the Goetia demon belonged. Feathers floated in space, oil black blood separating from them and the true transformation began. Wings no longer just fire but holding galaxies between feathers of bright cyan flames stretching further than eye could see, limbs elongated with stars as skin, molten gold eyes held the whole Universe in their endless pools.
The angelic energy thankfully countered the dark side of The Fire, It was no fool to reconstruct a demon using Creation holier than what he was perished by. Balance was the key, the answer as always. Her darkness worse than Hellfire, that in itself would've been lethal as well, but mixed with the remains of holy tamed the power enough to weave his essence together.
Stars whispered, they knew him. Who he was. What was he like. Held his memories. Preserved his identity. And upon the command of their Maker rushed to the Goetia's aid. The Phoenix had withdrawn Destruction, allowing stars to strengthen his core and restore what made the Prince himself.
Her growth still hasn't stopped, which was slightly alarming, especially when even the ghost of ethereal tail feathers began to form. The amount of raw cosmic energy needed for this act took all concentration, maintaining her mere human form simply wasn't deemed important. She could stop. Safely return to her body and abandon the lost cause. Yet...She simply wasn't like that. She WAS the Eternal Fire.
With renewed resolve, the eldritch entity began to reconstruct his body from the mixture of stars and the unrivaled force of Creation; parts knitting together until his chest remained open. His own restored essence shifting around in the now complete body, but she was aware what must be done as last act to ensure survival.
The being as old as the Universe itself cracked her own chest open, all stars combined couldn't reach the level of luminosity radiating from her insides.
She reached inside, a tiny fragment of herself, of the Force; spiderlike fingers placed the piece into his essence and weaved his chest close upon witnessing the successful mold together.
“Stolas”
The Fire called as gently as It could, the resurrected Goetia small enough to lay on her elongated hand.
“Wake up. You are safe now.”
“I'm so tired of listening to: that's not possible, you can't to this, you can't do that, it's impossible ”
“That's why I decided to not tell my plans, simply go through them and watch everyone having an existential crisis after I did the impossible again and again.”
The light touch sent a tiny jolt through her system, her temperature jumping only a few degrees higher. Had she not been wounded and dizzy, she would've joked at the lack of a kiss to the knuckles; he seemed to be the old fashioned type who would do that even just for show. Her hand slithered back under the blanket, holding the foreign warmth's linger close to her chest.
Observant or maybe she wasn't couldn't downplay her reactions enough in this state.
A lightheaded, dizzy smile at his action and the result of it, all because she showed signs of discomfort. However she was also paying attention to his words.
“Come on Striker” the red lipped smile now revealed teeth as she tasted his name on her tongue “sometimes I see two of you. Which isn't a bad sight by all means, but cut me some slack.”
Similar field huh? “Headhunter or assassin? The first would suit the Western flair more, but then in this ring everyone has a knife collection and balls to take care of cattle thieves.” with how he knew his ways around an injury and how eerily quiet it had gotten also added to her train of thought arriving to the unsaid conclusion. The knowledge of someone strong and capable enough guarding her made the mattress softer underneath, or maybe she finally allowing herself to relax at last.
“It's not noise.” Cindy felt the urge to explain
“Just, memories attached to bars. Not like yours. The less savory ones. I haven't been in one since I've- since...this isn't a conversation for the first night.” her defense ultimately won but at what cost “That sounded wrong, didn't it?” she groaned, yet among the embarrassment warm happiness shone at the promise she heard the first time in her life
@strikers-saloon
The entity only could stare wordlessly at the cowboy as if he had grown a second head.
“….I…it’s warm enough thank you” she eventually arrived to the very intelligent conclusion, snuggling closer to the pillow and deeper to the blanket to prove her point. Wrath had a great climate, enough even for her to feel comfortable without burrowing three blankets under.
“…You are very considerate” jade hues told the tale how unfamiliar was all of this; maybe she was allowed to rest for one night
Cindy considered the offer, although wary of the amount of information could flow once the gates opened. A crash followed by a cackle downstairs caused a tiny jolt and a tighter squeeze of the pillow.
“Pride is an absolute shithole full of predators and I feel like I can’t get the filth off me.” she hissed venomously, voice now more steady. Of course humans find a way to ruin everything
“The amount of women, men running to me for help while chased by scum every day…and of course I take care every one of them very fucking permanently. How could I ever turn someone away- no that would never happen. That’s who I am, that’s what I do.” both on Earth and in Hell. Only that in here it was draining due to the lack of direct access to the cosmos.
“But that’s not the shit part, saving people I mean. It’s that…” a laugh that was somehow filled with sorrow
“I know can’t count on anyone doing the same favor for me, just because it’s the right thing to do.” she gestuted at the injury “Not like that’s a surprise.” now that sentence held the most secrets, full of bite, knowledge and the worst: experience.
“You are something else. In the best meaning possible.” then it occurred to her she probably hadn’t even introduced herself, only crashed into his establishment
“Bit late introduction I know, I’m Cindy. Pride’s number one rapist killer but I also specialize in murder other criminals.” she let go of the comfort pillow briefly to stick her hand out from under the covers for a handshake
Good. She was lucid enough to drink and even make remarks about it.
“Found it lying close by, thought you like that one. I don't really know as I don't drink. But I bet it still tastes better than the teas I have for my throat.” Cindy figured a white lie wouldn't hurt if it's ultimate goal was to set her on the road of recovery faster. Still...she felt like she's betraying the younger woman's trust by lying what she's actually drinking.
“I haven't gotten any notifications from your Sinstagram, plus you haven't texted when you left the club so I became worried. Sorry I couldn't make it earlier, the job I have is time consuming.” to put it mildly. Racing across the streets to cull crime rate and relive her own memories with every encounter.
Heart clenched, well aware the reason why such things were said. Hell, in a reversed situation she would say the same. The woman carefully curled closer as to prove her point of being serious but not suffocating.
“Well you're stuck with me I guess. I know I don't have to help. I want to.” her voice was always a reckoning even when not singing. The deep, natural grit gave it a signature aggressive growl which she still skillfully manipulated to sound soft.
“Now drink what remained of the whiskey Princess. Bet you will feel better and then we can pirate your favorite movies. Or anything you want. Just don't ask me to cook” a tiny laugh, the cosmic horror provided to be lethal not only on the battlefield but in the kitchen as well
“I'm being responsible.” a tone soft enough to reassure but firm enough to leave no room for arguments as she unlaced her gothic platform boots and carefully set them aside. She will deal with her makeup later.
“Can you remember what happened? I found you on the floor but no...injuries. Can you remember feeling dizzy?” Cindy asked cautiously, half admitting that she has searched for damages where it was appropriate to look while she was unconscious.
She also highly doubted Hysteria has a thermometer hidden somewhere, as she couldn't really check how bad her fever is. It would've been a quite difficult task due to her temperature hovering around a steady 50 Celsius when completely relaxed.
A roll of eyes at the request, although she had it ready. “Okay Princess, but I have to help you sit up first.” the entity informed gently as she slowly maneuvered the girl into a sitting position, only retrieving the glass when she was sure she wouldn't slip
The liquid was dark, a mix of various fruit juices and medicine; Cindy didn't know the level of her fever but figured excess cold drops won't be the substance to cause harm.
“Here you go” glass slightly tilted for easier access and Cindy didn't let go in case of the possible reaction
“This goes mostly for men: be vocal during sex. Moan, growl or even ramble about whatever the haze of lust allows you. But for the fucks sake don't just jackhammer and stare. That shit is creepy as fuck.”
Body temperature already feverish from excitement, at the touch it still climbed a few degrees higher along with a content crackling sound coming deep within. Already molten into the embrace, two toned hair swayed gently as she turned her head to press herself even closer.
“Yeah” breathy but confident, accompanied with a teasing wiggle. The leather panties had a relatively bland front -compared to what she usually wore-, the extra addition was the zipper at the backside “How do you like it?” her voice carried smug confidence, the cat of a woman arching further into Erebus
@sinfulparadise
@phoenixborn liked for a spicy starter!
"That new?" Erebus whispered huskily, coming up from behind Cindy to rest his chin on her shoulder. His hand rested on her hip, idly playing with the hem of her panties, while his other hand settled on her stomach, pulling Cindy flush against him. "Can't remember ever seein' you in that before."
“As expected.”
@lightningdamned
@infernal-general
@deathshadowed
@phoenixborn
“I will not even be seen together by a sexist, overweight disco clown.”
I would say I'm sorry but
"Woof. Feisty. We can work on getting a few more of those boxes checked, baby. I'm nothing if not a patient man."
A genuine smile at the admission “That's the conclusion I arrived to” and she didn't doubt he was telling the truth about the nature of his business, he wouldn't have helped her or demanded compensation at least for being a night guard. Never thought she would be happy to discover someone is an assassin though.
“I get an another form of, sort of payment for my kills, but I take it from the target.” again a quite rocky territory, but Cindy thought if he opened up, only fair if she does the same
“In Hell I earn well with cage fights and spontaneous little concerts. I actually wrote a diss track about Mammon.”
A smile so bright as she mentioned her passion and latest achievement, however her blinks growing slower and more prolonged as exhaustion was settling over her at last.
“You won't politely escort me out after I wake up?” Cindy asked with mild confusion, she thought the stay only meant the night
“I will be healed by then for sure, I would understand. Or does Wrathian hospitality extend to such level?” she curled carefully to avoid opening the wound, her hold on the comfort pillow nowhere as tight as before
She was safe.
That feeling was something foreign. The bed felt even softer after her tortured mind finally decided to fully believe his words.
“Thank you.” for everything
“Goodnight Striker” the entity flashed a last tired smile with a shimmer of closing jade eyes. It took approximately a minute for deep, dreamless sleep to take her under its wing.
@strikers-saloon
The light touch sent a tiny jolt through her system, her temperature jumping only a few degrees higher. Had she not been wounded and dizzy, she would’ve joked at the lack of a kiss to the knuckles; he seemed to be the old fashioned type who would do that even just for show. Her hand slithered back under the blanket, holding the foreign warmth’s linger close to her chest.
Observant or maybe she wasn’t couldn’t downplay her reactions enough in this state.
A lightheaded, dizzy smile at his action and the result of it, all because she showed signs of discomfort. However she was also paying attention to his words.
“Come on Striker” the red lipped smile now revealed teeth as she tasted his name on her tongue “sometimes I see two of you. Which isn’t a bad sight by all means, but cut me some slack.”
Similar field huh? “Headhunter or assassin? The first would suit the Western flair more, but then in this ring everyone has a knife collection and balls to take care of cattle thieves.” with how he knew his ways around an injury and how eerily quiet it had gotten also added to her train of thought arriving to the unsaid conclusion. The knowledge of someone strong and capable enough guarding her made the mattress softer underneath, or maybe she finally allowing herself to relax at last.
“It’s not noise.” Cindy felt the urge to explain
“Just, memories attached to bars. Not like yours. The less savory ones. I haven’t been in one since I’ve- since…this isn’t a conversation for the first night.” her defense ultimately won but at what cost “That sounded wrong, didn’t it?” she groaned, yet among the embarrassment warm happiness shone at the promise she heard the first time in her life
@strikers-saloon
“This goes mostly for men: be vocal during sex. Moan, growl or even ramble about whatever the haze of lust allows you. But for the fucks sake don't just jackhammer and stare. That shit is creepy as fuck.”
An involuntary shudder and a breathless moan from his voice alone. Although those large hands were a definite bonus. Already throbbing with need, she wanted to hurry and get him inside, -anywhere at this point- in contrast the crave for him to keep playing with her instead to make her sing.
“Then” voice dripping with heavy grit
“Why don't you do something about it~?” the brat purred, eagerly teasing and testing his patience for tonight
“Or you could make use of the zipper. I think it has a great placement.” Cindy suggested with a chuckle, hopefully before the garment gets torn...she would like wear it on stage once-
@sinfulparadise
Body temperature already feverish from excitement, at the touch it still climbed a few degrees higher along with a content crackling sound coming deep within. Already molten into the embrace, two toned hair swayed gently as she turned her head to press herself even closer.
“Yeah” breathy but confident, accompanied with a teasing wiggle. The leather panties had a relatively bland front -compared to what she usually wore-, the extra addition was the zipper at the backside “How do you like it?” her voice carried smug confidence, the cat of a woman arching further into Erebus
@sinfulparadise
Wanted poster
“First of all, fuck you with that bounty. I'm not even bothering to entertain anyone for that amount; I am a luxury.”
“Second, the last time I checked the mafia legally sure as fuck doesn't count as business, besides they are all dead!”
“Thirdly, it was in 1993 you fucking dumbass. Who wrote this shit?!”
Not moving from her spot at the arrival of the Ruler of the Ring -who she literally wrote a diss track about-, only smirked at the applause. Cindy held the intense eye contact without a trace of fear, furthermore with blazing pride.
“In fact, I do.” her voice rich and naturally carrying grit
“Part of the fun, don't you think?” oh she was entertained; she wanted to make sure the so called legend would show up and stay past the warmup.
Originally she planned to leave the stage for his performance, only fair since he had done the same -despite the sly insults- while she was singing. Only that seemingly the Prince has had the opposite idea.
A quiet chuckle accompanied with a bold grin; quite a choice to make it even more personal, not like she wasn't up the challenge.
Jade eyes followed the Sin circling her, for a few minutes allowing herself to forget it was a competition instead enjoyed his voice and music. They could sing an amazing Whole Lotta Love cover. The thought was sudden but nagging, both of them seemingly vocally versatile enough to be up the challenge.
Cindy heard an extremely strong chest voice, pleasantly overwhelming, what was surprising, the healthy fry screams and vocals. She began to study him more out of curiosity than the forming rivalry, from what she could see he completely lacked any tension in the neck area; further indicating the right technique.
Their main genres, while overlapped, his leaned more towards metal, heavy metal, hers was a mix of rock n roll with a 80s feeling. Nevermind. Her vocal fry was also a raw reckoning and so was her control. Her grin returned with the same intensity once her observation was finished, eager to let out her voice again and this time its full glory instead a watered dangle of interest.
@rubbcrhose
phoenixborn:
Quite a crowd despite the outrageous suggestions of the song. The wicked woman only grinned and entertained, drawing more demons close with her warmup and glimpses into her vocal talent. And then she began. Oh so casually, as if it was only a walk in the park
“You ain’t no tough bitch, you think you’re hot shit”
“Damn, you’re all caked up, painted like a gold brick.” and so was the cleanest line of a clue dropped, making many turn their heads in worry but no she couldn’t have that.
So she played with the audience masterfully as if the crowd was an instrument of their own. Drawing them further into her own world of vicious rock n roll where nothing else existed just her physics defying harmonies.
“When it’s down to the wire, no one here can deny that
I’m b-b-b-b-bona fide!”
And of course she wasn’t met with an opposing opinion. Cindy knew well this little song wasn’t truly conveying her range nor her grit; but the possible reach of half of her effort if it gets to the right ears was too good to miss out.
The rhythm was catchy, dripping with rightful pride; she breezed through the makeshift stage with unwavering voice, never off key. At last she finally reached the part where her power could blast through a little.
“You ain’t no answer, you ain’t no savior, you’re just a good excuse for bad behavior ”
Her wild grit rang through the open air, a nice little drip of the full power lying beneath the surface.
“You just wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
Someone just like me”
Her playful howl rippled through the excited crowd now moving to her rhythm. Jade eyes shone with uncontrollable delight at the success, every concert no matter how many listened was an escape, a chance to build her own world where she truly belonged.
The last notes trailing in the air along with the guitar follow up dissolved into air at last, leaving only her delighted laugh.
“Thank you! For attending to… my little warmup!”
T H A T was quite some talent the woman possessed. The fact she could sing and was even subtlety dissing him with her lyrics– Mammon is impressed. More than he’d like to admit of course, but impressed regardless. It was no wonder he was somewhat disappointed when the song drew to a close. Oh no no… We can’t have that and he won’t if he has anything to say about it.
F R A M E shifting through the dark and shadows like wet ink dripping down a letter, he weaves through the crowd undetected, drawing closer and closer to his new found interest. When he comes upon the stage, a hand reaches out from the dark and grips the edge hard enough to form cracks along the floor; the rest of him following suit until he’s looming over, slowly clapping his hands.
“N O T bad, not bad… In fact it was rather good.” Mammon leans over and flashes his signature grin; sharp golden teeth glinting when catching some of the reflective lights of the stage. “I think I’m especially fond of your coy little remarks towards me. Do you make it a habit to make playful jabs like that?”
S P E C K S of gold dances off his fingers as the Sin takes a step back, summoning up his guitar within his hands. The signature dollar sign seems all but to sparkle like a forgotten treasure, numerous stickers and a silly doodle of his face adoring its body. His fingers settle down in their proper position and he gives a grand sweep of his arm, ringing out the first note.
“M Y TURN.”
T H E R E ‘S no hesitation from the Prince of Greed as his fingers skillfully start to play his melody. As he plays, he circles around Cindy, keeping his gaze locked on her and only her. When he starts to sing, tone deep and almost guttural, it’s clear that Mammon knows exactly what he’s doing. The once famous rock star could very well be making his comeback– Here and now.
“ ♫ ♫ ♫ T H E road to hell is paved with gold The choice I made unfolds I’m the unbreakable Breakable, yeah Avenge the lives you bought and sold It’s time to rock and roll Guns out, lock and load Lock and load, lock and load Through the gates of hell, I’ll be running See the devil, tell him I’ll be hunting Hunting for you Hunting, hunting for you ♫ ♫ ♫”
Her fragile bubble of mental isolation slowly tried to slide the lid back over the boiling pot with relative success, considering the shop was still intact. The soft voice managed to slither through like a pleasant melody, words molten together into a gentle caress.
Celestial eyes snapped open at the contact, recoiling immediately out of fear of harming the kind soul.
“DON'T!!!” Cindy shrieked out of fright “Don't touch me! You- ...I- you saw what happened with the flowers. What if, I don't want to but I...can hurt you or worse.” the sun eyed girl tried her best to not come to contact with anything, the woman didn't deserve harm to befall on her nor her possessions.
“You don't have to apologize. You had no way of knowing.” at least her tone was more steady, the jade color slowly retaking the slithering strands of bright golden
“I'm sorry for...everything.” Cindy rarely -or better said never- apologized, not quite feeling herself at fault, only now. For ruining flowers to probably traumatizing the kind lady for eternity
@erthlyheavn
phoenixborn:
She nodded and gently took the violets from Cindy’s hands, wrapping them up in colorful plastic wrapping and then tying a pretty bow around the stems. After ringing Cindy’s purchase up, she handed them back to the cosmic entity. “These for your mother? I’m sure she’ll love them.” Scarlet said conversationally. It was Mother’s Day after all so she assumed that’s what Cindy was here at her shop for. This was one of Scarlet’s busiest days of the year after all.
Jaw muscles clenched with force that actually threatened to fracture her teeth, a small twitch of her right hand at the explanation.
“Certainly noticeable, their wonder isn’t…artificial. I can almost feel it.” too bad hellborns didn’t have a soul, Cindy would’ve bet hers would shine so bright, just like her- no that’s a path she cannot go down yet.
Instead she focused on the lady’s hands, gentleness in every movement, nowhere a forced or faux gesture that would be expected from shopkeepers. She was aware she haven’t picked the most expensive flowers yet she wasn’t coerced into possibly buying more or picking a bouquet. Cindy judged beings by her own- by the Universe’s eyes and this woman was more of an angel than many born in Heaven.
The silent conclusion brought the tiniest of smiles as she took back the delicate flowers. Upon the words they were gone. Everything, from wrapper to petals disappeared in a flash not even leaving the faintest trace of ash behind.
Cindy stared down her empty hands with shock and disbelief, her vision blurring with each passing moment.
“I…That shouldn’t have happened, the temperature was way too high without morphing, I don’t know. This never occurred- I didn’t do it on purpose I’m sorry! ” arms now back to their original position with nails harshly biting into skin without care. Don’t touch anything. Don’t think. Reconnect. Control.
“She…” won’t be able to tell “her name was Viola and…she indeed would have.” Don’t cry. Who knows what it will set off in this state.
“I will pay for them of course. I didn’t-” her voice gave out at last, unable to bring her glowing gaze to meet the shorter lady’s, afraid what would she see in them
Scarlet froze. Blinking owlishly at Cindy’s hands in silent disbelief, her expression twisted into one of shocked horror. One minute the flowers were there and the next....they weren’t.
It took a couple of moments for her to fully process what she saw, Cindy’s stuttered apologies helping to bring the imp back to reality. Her shock quickly dissipated to be replaced by concern once more when she saw just how vulnerable the red-headed woman looked in that moment.
Viola...
So that was her mother’s name.
“I--it’s okay, honey. It was an accident.” Scarlet reassured her in soft tones, eyes glancing down at Cindy’s nails raking across her own flesh. “Really, it’s--Don’t do that. You’re hurting yourself.” Without thinking, she reached out to gently grasp Cindy’s arms, trying to stop her from hurting herself further. “I know it was an accident. Though, I feel like I should be the one apologizin’. I’m so sorry for your loss, hon...”
"I apologize if this is a little bold of me, but... would you like to have dinner with me? And no, I don't mean in that way. It just seems like it's been a while since you last had a home-cooked meal, hon." A pause. "Unless you're more of'a restaurant person." Scarlet chuckled.
"Either way, I don't think anyone ought to spend today alone--including a nice woman like you."
Impulsiveness could describe her fairly well. It wasn't the lack of awareness -no, her wit was acerbic- but the lack of care about the consequences. She could worry later. Fight when things turn to worse. Why not enjoy a moment while it lasts? Why not tell someone rubbing her the wrong way immediately to fuck off in the most creative way possible? The right timing was always more entertaining.
The invitation first caused some confusion until the lady specified; of course she was attractive but strangely, Cindy didn't, couldn't see her in a romantic or sexual light for some reason.
Only a tiny nod as confirmation of the assumption, not like she had luck with delivery either, unintentionally scaring many of them into probably quitting the job altogether after the encounter.
“If you don't mind...me” a tiny, uncertain smile
“And uh, don't let me near the kitchen?” Cindy advised beforehand, as much as she would've liked to help with preparing the meal, experience told her the only recipe she knew was disaster.
@erthlyheavn
“If you don't have a playlist for sex, you're already doing it wrong.”
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.
@erthlyheavn
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.
@erthlyheavn
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.
“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.