[IC] The City Of The Fallen §eraphim

[Lady Absinthia]

Sean shook his head slightly. "No, you're wrong. I may still need work but she didn't. Michael had measured her, found her worthy and granted her freedom from her wings. She was to become mortal this night," he said as he lowered his head. "And all humans have sin no matter what, if not we'd all be named Jesus. Apparently so do some angels are sinful as well if you are so prideful to believe such bad about one of your own without even knowing everything."

Pushing off the wall he started to walk as he flicked his cigarette across the street to die in a wet gutter. "And no thank you. I already hurt her once, I won't add betrayal to the list by being another's charge."

[BlackPanther]

*Barachiel tilts his head then blinks. Seraphim becoming human wasn't something he heard of very often. He shakes his head, for now he would drop it knowing that if he pushed too hard he would cause a worse result. His wings unfurl and he launches up flying home now that he figured out his location. He lands and goes inside heading to his anvil he pulls out the necessary tools and gets to work. Luckily he had recently bought a sand bag so as to muffle the loud noises of metal working. Especially with the difficulty of the pieces he is making for himself. After all, wing armor isn't the easiest armor to make*

[Lady Absinthia]

Sean rubbed the back of his neck as he walked, thinking to himself about all he had learned and all he had seen. Maybe he could make things right with her, he didn't know, he wanted to try. Though he wondered if he could ever get used to the idea of what she was in any form even if she became human for him.

She had been on this earth far longer than he had, come from a different place, thought differently and so much more. She had pleaded with him that they could at least try, that he had been the one to open the door and let things blossom between them. He had made every move, pushed forward with every step then he just cut her off like it was no different than changing his shoes and expected her to be okay with it.

She had been a Seraphim, shouldn't she just forgive and forget and let it go? He kept telling himself that as he made his way home and fell face first into his bed, drifting off slowly as he continually tried to convince himself that what he had done wasn't that bad and she was okay.

Time Of Day For Next Post: Any following post may move time forward now.

[Aces Away]

Aharon picked up his sleeping charge and rested him gently onto the worn out blankets in the corner of the Shul; what, tp Akseli, passes for a bed. He looked at the boy's furrowed brows and scoffed lightly.

"Even in sleep, Wrath takes over your features. You are quite troublesome, Akseli Aerstein." He whispered fondly, slipping out the doors of the Shul and looking to the rising sun; much time has passed since the boy fell asleep and it was already time for the city to Awaken to a new day. He spreads his wings and takes off without a second thought.

Strangely enough, he ends up back at The Inferno, and he tilts his head nervously, as Wrath and Slaughter still hang heavy in the air around the building. His wings fold into themselves as he thinks of how he did nothing to stop the deaths of so many.

"Father forgive me..."

[BlackPanther]

*Barachiel holds up what looks like a metal wing studying it he shakes his head and puts it back on the anvil shaping the metal some more. He is unaware of the time that has passed being that he is so focused. The metal was sturdy and tough while also being light making it difficult to deal with. But he knows it will be worth it since having wing armor could mean a better defense then his arm braces*

*Uzza still has his wings wrapped tightly around him shaking as he remembers. Wrath may be in him but he regrets what he did deeply. Eventually the memories pass and he relaxes somewhat*

[Lady Absinthia]

Time Of day:Sunrise
Weather: there is a chill still in the air and most things are covered in dew droplets and condensation from the night. Little wind is any is blowing outside of the city, inside the city winds and fogs from the sewer drains and other such city things billow around in steady breezes.

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Seraphina rolled over in bed, feeling the warm body of someone next to her. She lifted her head slightly to glance over towards the previous night conquest. He should have been gone by now. Pulling a foot up she kicked him hard in the rear end and sent him flying to the floor with a thud. He jumped up, grabbing a cover to shield himself from the world and looked at her wild eyed.

“What the hell was that for?” he snapped as his blonde hair fell over his hazel eyes.

“You should be gone by now, now get out,” she said with a smirk playing on her lips as she slipped out of bed and got dressed. He growled slightly but the look she shot him told him he had better run. He did, stumbling as he pulled his pants on and nearly fell out the door of her apartment which was above The Inferno. Moving quickly he ran down stairs, pulling his shirt over his head as he went out the front door and nearly ran straight into Aharon.

“Oh, um, sorry,” he half muttered before heading off in his walk of shame back to wherever he had come from.

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The nights sleep had gone uneventful for Elisheva as far as the physical world went, Lucifer had stayed close to her; watching her sleep and taking in the view of his granddaughter fully for the first time since her birth. Pride swelled in his chest, she truly was lovely; just as her mother and her grandfather.

Mentally though, Elisheva was plagued with horrible nightmares. Ones in which made her feel trapped. They were not because of the Fall though but because of the reason behind the Fall. Slowly she stirred, burying her face into the pillow like she had many nights against the chest of the man she loved. They did not bring the same comfort that he did, they were rough and cold, not warm and inviting.

Groaning inwardly her eyes fluttered opened and sea sprayed gems looked around only to see Lucifer there smiling at her from beneath his facial hair. He reached out and brushed her hair back gently and she froze, not exactly sure what she should do. This was the first fallen one, not some rogue fallen but he was also her grandfather. She felt torn between running and just staring there mesmerized by him.

“Good morning child,” Lucifer said as Elisheva sat up, ever watching him. He chuckled slightly as he stood and straightened out his coat, buttoning the jacket.

“Good morning, um…Grandfather,” she said quietly. She wasn’t exactly sure what to call him but he had told her that she could call him as such.

[BlackPanther]

*Barachiel wipes his face with a towel. He gives his wing armor a glance over, its only half done and the quality isn't quite where he wants it yet. However, if he is able to finish it and have it where he wants it he will be able to use his wings as shields. He peels off his shirt and goes to take a shower.*

*Uzza slowly opens up his wings and slowly sits up. He pulls in his wings and stands. He then leaves his place and heads out with no destination in mind just wanting to wander. He wonders who will run into while he walks.*

[Aces Away]

"Um, it's no problem." Aharon answers the guy after jumping back in surprise. He watched him walk away with a hint of exasperation; there's only one reason a man would be leaving a Fallen's residence so early, especially one whose sin is Lust. Stretching out, Aharon figured that Akseli would still be sleeping for a couple hours yet.

He took off with no direction in mind.

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Akseli awoke with a moan and rubbed his eyes, looking around for his Angel. When he didn't see him, he grinned.

"Dude, free day!" And he took off out the Shul doors.

When he got into the heart of the city, it was already bustling with gang activity and alleyway deals. His blank face became a manic smile.

"My people."

He waved to some of the gang members he knew. What? He did a lot of jobs, and a lot of these members were in the fighting ring. Mutual respect.

He took a random alley wondered what awaited him.

[BlackPanther]

*Uzza wanders through the town no real destination in mind. His t shirt and jeans a stark difference to the leather outfit he wore the other day. He still has his scythes on him, but other then that he seems a lot more casual. He wanders on the other end of an alley.*

*Barachiel finishes his shower and after getting into his white outfit he heads out. His white shirt and jeans seem rather casual until the white rose, whip, and dagger are more visible. He keeps somewhat away from the city of the fallen. Being that he is unsure of how to help the newly fallen angel and her charge he is deep in thought and not fully paying attention.*

[Lady Absinthia]

"Do not be afraid child." Lucifers voice was calm as he spoke. A quick step and he was behind the wrathful one as she looked at herself for the first time in the mirror since the change. She knew her reflection well and though while she recognized herself, the changes were beyond contestation. Eyes once full of life and laughter seemed ablaze with hate. Soft features were angular and chiseled now.

Slowly her wings came into view and she audibly gasped looking at them, a hand cupping over her lips in shock as her eyes widened. She had never seen such wings and felt angry that her once golden tipped wings of purity where now sooted and bloodied with talons.

"Such maddening splendor is it not? Your wings now hold such a tale, spun by your own decent. I will admit that your Seraphim wings were grand but they were nothing but a mirror of once I once held, a hand me down if you will. These, these you created and I have to say that you add them very impressive." Lucifer smiled a charismatic grin as he turned her around to face him.

Elisheva looked at him, her hand slowly falling as the wings hid once again and shook her head. She didn't want these wings, all they did was remind her of everything she wanted to forget. Lowering her head she closed her eyes, she didn't want this but what was there left to do? She had fallen.

"Remember what he did, he drove you out of his heart and yet still wanted you close. He wanted you on his terms, not caring what pain he put you through as long as you were near. How cruel."

Elisheva listened to her grandfather's words, rage building within her as she remembered what had driven her to this point. As her head lifted her eyes were flaming. Pushing around the first fallen she stormed out the door and into the streets as the wrath overtook her.

"That's my girl."