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Yes, I expected him to be. We are at the edge of heaven and hell, so it was just various creatures. I didn't move him to the scene. :) I thought he was still in hell. Bring him whenever you like to the meeting place. If it takes you another 2-3 posts I'm perfectly fine with that as well. I can write up all kinds of jazz as she waits for him.
Looks great. :)
Seraphine nodded at her last member, moving toward the door and looking over her shoulder at Lucius and Petra. "I'm going to call the council to order and began. Petra you will sit to the left of me at the triangular table and Lucius do make yourself comfortable, pet."
She left without another word, her long raven's hair dancing upon her shoulders and back as people began to pour through the large ornate doors that held the council meeting. The Museum curator an old friend of hers and someone she had moved to her side many years ago when he was simply a boy trying to step into his father's heritage of performing the tasks of maintaining history as his father had done before him and his father before him. They'd been using this very room for almost forty years, the hunters not yet having caught wind of it, but their time was coming, of that she was assured.
The witching hour had arrived and Seraphine stepped up to the table, her hands lifting into the air as she cleared her throat and a hush fell over the room. Several of her male attendants opened the doors of the waiting rooms and invited both the wolves and the demons to join them. "We will begin very shortly now, please do come and take your seats. The night grows long and I know that we have two nights of deliberations and discussions, so let us began tonight and tomorrow night we will finish up early and hold a small gathering for those of us who wish to mingle and visit to do just that."
She waited until Petra, the wolves and demons had taken their seats and their leaders were at the table to began her part as prefect of the council. The air about her stirred with mixed emotions and yet she held nothing but a sense of calm and ownership. They had survived for centuries without cooperation from one another and this would be no different if things were to digress into meaningless bickering and aggressive agitation. She would simple disband the council and ignore the fact that the demons or the wolves exists. Save for Felix she cared not for any of them anyway. Speaking of... she looked to the chair where her beloved should sit, her eyes narrowing a bit as she realized something wasn't entirely as it appeared.
"We will began as we always do... with introductions. I am Council Prefect. My name is Seraphine Iscariot and I am the first of my kind. I expect us to discuss both the idea of the hunters rising again and the inner species fighting between the demons and my people in the belly of Africa. Please, share your name and what you desire to discuss over this winter meeting." She sat down having taken her turn, the other members of the council still standing until they too spoke. The rest of the room sat in an eerie silence, something hanging heavy among the wolves but she simply couldn't place what it might be, though felt quite sure it related to their missing Alpha.
She left without another word, her long raven's hair dancing upon her shoulders and back as people began to pour through the large ornate doors that held the council meeting. The Museum curator an old friend of hers and someone she had moved to her side many years ago when he was simply a boy trying to step into his father's heritage of performing the tasks of maintaining history as his father had done before him and his father before him. They'd been using this very room for almost forty years, the hunters not yet having caught wind of it, but their time was coming, of that she was assured.
The witching hour had arrived and Seraphine stepped up to the table, her hands lifting into the air as she cleared her throat and a hush fell over the room. Several of her male attendants opened the doors of the waiting rooms and invited both the wolves and the demons to join them. "We will begin very shortly now, please do come and take your seats. The night grows long and I know that we have two nights of deliberations and discussions, so let us began tonight and tomorrow night we will finish up early and hold a small gathering for those of us who wish to mingle and visit to do just that."
She waited until Petra, the wolves and demons had taken their seats and their leaders were at the table to began her part as prefect of the council. The air about her stirred with mixed emotions and yet she held nothing but a sense of calm and ownership. They had survived for centuries without cooperation from one another and this would be no different if things were to digress into meaningless bickering and aggressive agitation. She would simple disband the council and ignore the fact that the demons or the wolves exists. Save for Felix she cared not for any of them anyway. Speaking of... she looked to the chair where her beloved should sit, her eyes narrowing a bit as she realized something wasn't entirely as it appeared.
"We will began as we always do... with introductions. I am Council Prefect. My name is Seraphine Iscariot and I am the first of my kind. I expect us to discuss both the idea of the hunters rising again and the inner species fighting between the demons and my people in the belly of Africa. Please, share your name and what you desire to discuss over this winter meeting." She sat down having taken her turn, the other members of the council still standing until they too spoke. The rest of the room sat in an eerie silence, something hanging heavy among the wolves but she simply couldn't place what it might be, though felt quite sure it related to their missing Alpha.
Yes, that is where they meet. I mean to put the "tree" pic in there. It's updated in my IC post now.
Oh, I didn't realize he'd gotten to that point. Seemed like he was still in hell. It's all good.
The angels that are in attendance are Nathaniel who is a warrior angel and Malachi who appears as an elderly scholar. I'd say there are seraphim's moving about the heaven's side as well.
Oh, I didn't realize he'd gotten to that point. Seemed like he was still in hell. It's all good.
The angels that are in attendance are Nathaniel who is a warrior angel and Malachi who appears as an elderly scholar. I'd say there are seraphim's moving about the heaven's side as well.
Beautiful job - rip my heart out why dontcha? Jeez...
No worries at all.
Just putting this here for later if we need it. I loved the depth of it. :)
The sound of her voice brought him very little comfort, Gabriel hunched over his study, his eyes concentrating on the possibilities of the union that had been laid before him as a decree. No choice given and yet he knew that he'd not deny God anything, even his only child. He looked up at the beautiful young woman, her long blonde hair moving about her as if it held a life of it's own. He missed the meaning in her utterances, only hearing the timbre of melancholy and yet resolution for completing this task given her. She was her father's daughter if nothing else. His large fingers twirled into the silky trestles as he stood and drew her close to him, wrapping her in a tight hug and kissing the top of her head so carefully. She smelled of spring and roses, grace and hope.
"Father..." Sera moved back and looked up, her violent gaze reminding him so much of her mother. "I said that I'll be fine and when this is over I will return and we'll be back together. Trust me."
A sad smile rushed across his face as he nodded and let himself have one more good look at her, the sound of Malachi clearing his throat brought a growl to Gabriel's lips. Sera patted her fathers arm and gave him one more hug before turning to join their old friend and saying goodbye softly. Her father stood as a statue, his glory and radiance almost blinding as his emotions ran high. Sera wrapped her arm around Malachi's and walked from the house, both of them sighing in relief as they cleared the long strand of golden stairs.
After moving past her fathers property Nathaniel appeared to them, leaning comfortable against a tree though concern filling his knowing gaze, and anger lined his brow.
“I’ll be fine. I’m stronger than you all think, you know?” Seraphi smiled, her voice carrying to her old friend.
“I’m well aware of your strengths, little dove. It’s because of those - your brilliance and your beauty that you’ve been chosen to represent us.” He spoke softly, though she hardly noticed how out of place it was for a warrior of God’s great army to do.
“Where are we going now?” She straightened her shoulders and looked to Malachi as Nathan moved in on the other side of her, her father's gaze still on her from the window in his study.
“There is a portal that will be opened just above the earth and yet below the heavens. We are to meet the others there and then a ceremony will take place and you’ll both be deported to the surface of earth. Where exactly, will be of your choosing.” He took her hand and smiled down at her warmly as they walked from the house into the majesty of the heaven’s, the sun’s rays touching their white skin as the clouds parted and they quickly descended through the portal and onto a dusty grey substance. "Here we will have the joining ceremony."
She felt a stab of fear in her chest, "What is that exactly?"
"Patience, Sera."
The ground was solid enough to hold them and yet there was nothing but void around them. The three of them were the only color or shape given to the plane until a tear occurred in the air and several more joined them, but Seraphi knew they were not made of the same essence. Her purity was almost blinding to them and their hate was almost stinging to her. The essence of the scene before them changed, grass growing beneath her feet and a the essence of fall showing upon half of the tree of life that sat on heaven's domain, the other half dead and filled with thorns.
She moved behind Nathaniel unconsciously so and pressed her forehead to his back. “I can do this…” she whispered, but felt quite unsure if she were comforting the large angel in front of her – or herself.
This is smart of you. Being a pussy is only good when you can use it to your advantage - like drawing in men and ruling their lives. *winks*
Posted. :) You can totally make this next post short if you like for them to converse and we'll pick it back up to more ADV when they part. Totally up to you.
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