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Post by Cassiel on Oct 10, 2008 4:29:52 GMT -1
“Angels who fall often come to me for help to find peace to learn if there is a way to return to his good graces. Some of them manage to do so by leading a mortal life. Others… don’t.” The Cab stopped outside the Aurora. The club didn’t actually look like much of a club but up the stairs to the velvet rope and to the man standing behind it to at once opened the rope to them both.
The man when viewed through the angelic eyes would appear a rather interesting blend, a fallen angel he was but instead of that strange aura there was a white one perhaps on the trail back to good graces. “He disobeyed God to search for Shoftiel.”
Leading Xandrael into the club and then to the stairs that lead down. At least this time there weren’t many Demons in the club. But there were fallen and a small number of them seeming to take refuge from the eyes and likes of Lucifer. “Sofiel isn’t upstairs... follow me.” Down into the underground of the club he then opened the doors to the lounge allowing Xandrael to see fully the inside and even the halberd of Cassiel resting across the room. “Come in make yourself at home. Relax I guess.” Far too long had he spent in the mortal world.
He didn’t actually want to be known or found but he was there. “Maeve!” he called as he moved towards his rather large chairs. “Sofiel…” he then whispered.
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Post by Shoftiel on Oct 10, 2008 14:20:04 GMT -1
She heard the first name; a very mortal name and he called her by it. It caused her lips to curl into a smile, but then he called her that name Sofiel. Her features twitched as she slowly crept from the room she was in leaving behind her books and other such objects. Those eyes settled on Midnite first and then the guest. At once her breath was drawn into her chest.
“Xandrael...” it’s name was whispered from those lips. She withdrew for a moment knowing how many fell in search for her. Midnite didn’t, she twitched her back pressed against the wall. Through the eyes of the angel, Sofiel couldn’t hide her true form like the six winged angel.
She didn’t want to be seen not now was Xandrael here to report on her. Slowly she inched her way out of the shadows. Her clothing was at least of the times only in white. It would match Midnite’s choice of a shirt a coat and pants with boots only a contrast to his. She didn’t carry a book nor anything to claim her as anything but Sofiel. Knowing very well that should he truly look upon her he would see the Angel that had gone missing.
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Post by ~Xandrael~ on Oct 10, 2008 18:09:52 GMT -1
It did not really know what a club should look like, so it had no expectations as it followed the being up the stairs.
Its eyes glanced to the Fallen who guarded the entrance, giving a single nod in its direction. Xandrael wondered idly if his search had proved fruitful.
But there were an awful lot of stairs, weren't there? Strange things, one atop the other, set farther back than the one before, and the knees had to bend just so to lift the leg high enough. The muscles did flex rather delightfully though. And descending stairs was much more enjoyable than ascending them, perhaps that had to do with gravity.
Doors. Another feature it had wanted to experience. As it passed through it, it glanced at the corners and the frame, touching it gingerly, and stroked the smooth of the doors themselves. So flat and planar.
Lifting its attention from the door, it looked around the room, perusing the interior. It's eyes locked on the halberd, amethyst eyes glistening slightly.
It was vaguely aware that the other had spoken, though it simply continued to look at the halberd, standing tall in the middle of the room, hands tucked into the pockets of its jacket. Abruptly it tore its gaze away, turning to see Sofiel enter the room.
Its name fell from those lips. It seemed that it was remembered after all. Albeit, -how- it was remembered was another story. But the reaction was something Xandrael did not expect. The other had been right, this angel was not the Shoftiel of its memory. The demeanor was so much more...afraid?
Xandrael frowned, its lavender gaze focused. Underneath the surface, under the decidedly feminine exterior, it saw the truth. And it was not surprised by what it saw. This was indeed Shoftiel, or was it Sofiel now? For the change was evident, perhaps the name was more suited to this current iteration.
"Sofiel..." Xandrael bowed its head, its long dark hair tumbling from its shoulders. When again it met her eyes, it continued in a soft tone, "...it has been a very long time."
Pulling it hands out of the pockets, it let them hover before it, palms upward. "Thou need not fear, this one has not come to seek thee..." The barest hint of a smile appeared on its lips. "Though, finding you is a welcome deviation..."
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Post by Shoftiel on Oct 10, 2008 19:28:17 GMT -1
“You know me…” she whispered softly. “Two hundred years St.Peter had only been reading from one book. Souls that died some went to hell believing they belonged there while others were in heaven that belonged in hell.” She could feel the chains around her clamping her wings down, wings that had been broken under the rough hands of the human Cardinals. Those very wings shuddered now.
“Humanity has let me down Xandrael.” Her lip curled slightly as she too lifted her hands palms upwards before bringing them together before her once more. “Midnite it is time to show yourself. You hint to everyone...” Bowing her head in his direction she then whispered. “And have managed to tell one human.”
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Post by Cassiel on Oct 10, 2008 19:35:29 GMT -1
Midnite stepped around and came behind the much smaller frame of Sofiel. While she spoke he sighed listening to each one of her words. His love for God his faith in the greater powers of the one he followed kept him from ripping the Vatican to shreds when Shoftiel disappeared. He could feel the unrest inside of her and found his wings curling around her as his hands came to rest on her shoulders. “It isn’t time yet Sofiel. Soon enough there will be no hiding.”
He glanced between the two and shook his head. “Many years, the two of you should talk like before. No more hiding Sofiel, it is time for the hammer to rise and fall again.” With that Midnite disappeared from the room leaving the pair of angels alone. He had things to attend to feeling the call for him to return to heaven. With him the Halberd left.
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Post by ~Xandrael~ on Oct 11, 2008 0:29:50 GMT -1
Her words...how they were stained with pain. It frowned, its eyes softly looking towards her. She seemed so...broken. Fractured with fissures that were weakening the structure of her soul.
Xandrael watched as the Other came towards Sofiel, offering her comfort and security. There was a connection between them...that much was crystalline clear. Both had been out of Heaven for so long, living out each Earthly day amongst enemies and humans who knew nothing of their hardship and sacrifice to keep them all protected.
As the Other, Sofiel had called him Midnite, departed from the room, Xandrael was left alone with the angel. It gazed at her with a somber expression, moving forward to close the distance between them. It was careful not to approach too swiftly, keeping its movements decidedly humanoid. Its voice slipped into the silence almost subliminally, washing it away with its silver tones.
"Things can only let you down when you expect things from them. What did you expect from humanity, dear Sofiel?"
It blinked slowly, tilting its head slightly.
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Post by Shoftiel on Oct 11, 2008 1:16:03 GMT -1
His eyes were on her and she felt them study her was it an attempt to find the angel he knew. The humans had two hundred years to break her they did a very good job. Her gray wings curling around her two of them at least. Her eyes became light as he drew closer.
At his words she frowned “What I expect from humanity, if for them to do exactly as they had been doing for the past millennia and more. See the signs laid out before them. Think themselves too small to make a difference and watch hundreds of thousands of them die. Then blame God saying he could have stopped it if he wanted to.”
She breathed a sigh the sound of a hammer dropping could be heard as she became cold, The Judge returning for a moment. “Things are already set in motion Xandrael and war is coming. A war that will spill into humanity.”
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Post by ~Xandrael~ on Oct 11, 2008 14:26:54 GMT -1
Xandrael's eyes were starkly clear, the violet gaze watching her and witnessing the rise of the Judge once more, if only for a moment. Her harsh view of humanity was to be expected.
"I do not believe there has ever been a war that did not, somehow...spill into humanity..."
It paused to look deeply into her eyes. It's voice grew softer.
"There are always victims, Sofiel, and there always will be. I believe that we need to enable the victims to fight back. It is their fight as well. Not just ours."
"I have been sent to Earth for a reason. As you and...Midnite, and all the others know, the war was always meant to happen...all this time has passed to prepare us for it."
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Post by Shoftiel on Oct 11, 2008 17:08:53 GMT -1
She chuckled at his words. “The first war before humanity existed, saw Cassiel loose many of it’s warriors, many of us fell during that war... one hundred angels. After humanity was created those that survived that war were sent watch over the humans. We were given our orders, our missions. Cassiel was to guard and keep peace. Cassiel became the Angel of Peace. Cassiel became not more than a watcher the angels under it were given the same tasks, to watch never to fight again. Many more died or fell because of it.”
She shook her head as she summoned the books to her the many books of the living souls. And even the Fallen “These are those that live now,” she then summoned the book to which she writes events that effect the world in riddles and rhymes though should anyone else attempt to read the pages they would be blank. Passing her hand over the cover the book opened and moved to a page near the back perhaps the final page of the book.
“This war that is coming will see many fall and even before it is over.” As she spoke many of the books transferred from the living pile to that which was on the other side of her. She glanced from one side where the books once were. Lifting her hand to the last two books. “They will turn against God, claiming that he could have stopped it. When it is their faith that could have stopped it.”
She then lifted her hand to the books that were on the other side of her. “This will be the final war. Midnite is the Arch-Angel that opened heaven to cast the fallen and their fight from it. His weapon the Halberd is the weapon that opened the abyss. And the hammer the weapon that closed it. We will fight again only when it is necessary. Humans don’t understand that and think him some stand aside fallen angel. We have been waiting for this war, we knew it was coming, for blind faith will bring it. Blind faith lead by a deceiver.”
The books then shut and returned to the room from which she called them. “Many think the Deceiver is going to come to them like Christ in a male form. Others believe it to be the fallen... some believe it will take the form of a man... I believe it is a woman.”
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Post by ~Xandrael~ on Oct 19, 2008 21:01:09 GMT -1
Xandrael listened in silence, its eyes steadily watching her hands as its own hands hung by its sides. There was much that was said. It seems that Sofiel had not been idle in her absence from Heaven, at least not mentally.
Xandrael walked past her, eyes focusing on some far-off point. It let its fingers trail along the back of one of the couches.
"It is necessary now...I see action that can be taken, preventative measures..." the angel's voice trailed off and it turned slightly, its profile in sight.
"A female Deceiver, you say? And do you have a list of suspects?"
It mused on that itself, before saying, "I suspect Lilith would be at the top of that list..."
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