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Post by Fraciel on Oct 22, 2008 5:16:56 GMT -1
Fraciel knew that it was coming. Afterall he knew roughly how this sort of thing worked. He had, of course, heard of such things before. Now and again. Fraciel nodded slightly to the exalted standing there, and took a few steps forward. He was not hessitant, those who fell and climbed again to attain the lofty heights of heaven were welcomed with arms open wide. Usually. On occassion those of the first estate turned their backs upon those of the second, Fraciel was of the second, these he was meeting with, of the first. So far though, things had been okay. Fraciel lifted a hand and placed it on the doorframe, and stepped into it slightly, he wouldn't look back to Midnite, but he would wait for Shoftiel to speak. Surely there would be words spoken.
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Post by Shoftiel on Oct 22, 2008 22:45:20 GMT -1
“Lucifer spreads lies... he doesn’t understand forgiveness.” Came the words of the Lord’s Judge. “He never did truly understand because he wished not to. He would not rise even if that was his dream. He is too proud. Fraciel my brother.” She stepped into the light the white hue of her hair melting into her human appearance. She opened another door that was considered her room in the hallway Fraciel stood in. With a motioned hand that also curled a wing she smiled softly “Not many seek to rise. You have seen what I have known. Come my brother let us talk.”
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Post by Fraciel on Oct 27, 2008 4:21:10 GMT -1
"we are not here for Lucifer."
Fraciel's head lifted slightly as he stared down the hall at the woman there. Her motioning hadn and her curled wing. This is what he had left, he had left the world of them, there was no intention of him going back when he had left. Necessity was forcing this, though he was not upset about it.
This would be the first time in ten years that he permitted his wings to be visible. They did not burst forth, but they were there. It was as though they had always been, and just now the eye was noticing them. Black, and as he always held them, wrapped around himself in an almost protective manner. He would, however, not hessitate to step forward, to follow Shoftiel into whatever room she would take him.
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Post by Shoftiel on Oct 28, 2008 16:18:38 GMT -1
“No we are not,” Once he entered the room she followed after him. “You have come because he has risen. And he has done so before God has called on him to rise. Something happened and I know it has to do with the child demoness.” Sighing softly she moved to the books. “I have been questioning why some fell and others did not. You watched and you remained. Why choose to remain and fall that way?”
She frowned as she looked him over. “Fraciel... you did not need to fall.”
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Post by Fraciel on Oct 31, 2008 2:28:25 GMT -1
He would step further in, glancing around. He was taking in his surroundings, something he had taken up doing since his fall. He would turn though, as Shoftiel spoke. He listened, with no discernable change in his appearance. This was going to be a rather... interesting... experience.
"Agency is the great demon that destroyed necessity, then"
He had chosen to fall, that was it. Choice had nothing to do with what was 'needed', and, at least in Fraciel's mind, what was 'needed' was no longer so important.
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