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Prompt: What does your character fail to recognize, or turn a blind eye to? Is it a flaw of their own, a consequence of their actions, or something in the world around them? What happens when they're forced to confront it?
“Is he still upset about the fires, Belial?” The young angel asked the advisor while they stood on the balcony staring down at the angel sitting on the very edge of the pit of fire, tempting it to leap up and burn his dangling feet.
“No.” The old blind angel responded. He didn't see the angel below but felt his presence as he had since the beginning of his life.
She frowned and took the other angel's hand. He held tightly to hers in the silence that hung between them. Finally she looked up at the other angel. “What's wrong with him?”
Belial sighed feeling the pain washing over him in waves from the angel below. He'd been sitting down there for several human years, maybe a whole lifetime of a human at this point. “He's in mourning, for your brother and his mother.”
“I had another brother?” She hadn't known. All she remembered was that he was gone for awhile and then came back dragged by angels that had chained him in the fire. It had taken him so long to escape and he had come out broken. She was young, and thought it was the burns or the torment, but Sin hadn't imagined it was sorrow. Somehow she knew and just never acknowledged it.
“Cain, was his name, and his mother Eve. God saw to their death.” Belial let go of her hand and let the young angel press into his side. He wasn't one for comfort but he could endure it for her comfort as she cried. “Your father loves very deeply. I'm afraid that this will only be the first of many. He's like you dear, all passion and devotion with no sense of control. It is a beautiful thing for those he loves and a very dangerous one for him, and it will be for you.”
Sin's face stayed buried in the black robes of the other angel, biting back the sobs. “Can't we help him? He's been there for so long.”
Belial quietly listened to the angel beside him, the one in the distance. So alike, so prone to pain and so full of care that none outside the Gates of Chaos believed any of the Fallen held. It was a shame really to have Lucifer locked behind these gates. He'd break free again, but to what end?
“Why don't you collect yourself and go speak to him.” Belial peeled the angel from his side. “You have a brother and a mother you never knew. Maybe he could tell you about them?”
“It won't make him worse?” She was apprehensive as she pushed her hair back out of her face.
“It might.” Belial couldn't know. “I think just sitting with him will help.”
She nodded dutifully and flew down to the angel at the edge of the fires. He didn't move or acknowledge her existence but this close she could feel it tearing at her. The pain filling up the space around them, pushing its way into her. Tears welled up in her eyes, tears that had long since been cried out for her father. Sin sat beside him, resting her cheek against his shoulder and wrapping and arm around his bicep.
It took time but slowly his arm came around her, pulling her close. His face burying in her hair. The grip he had was almost painful but she didn't complain. It was desperate, like she would disappear. No one had to explain to Sin that her brother and the woman her father loved had died, maybe been killed.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the pain and soothing it. It was little help but it was some. No pain she had ever felt, even the angels burning in the fire, seemed to be like this one. Burning razor blades across salt sprinkled skin. “I am here.”
The strongest angel in all creation was here in her arms weak as a mortal. It was an incredible sight to see him laid so low. God had strove to do this with pain, torture, violence. When all it really took, maybe the only thing that could bring the rebel to his knees, was love. It was a profound thing to learn about her father, and by proxy, herself. It explained so much of what she had heard of him in heaven when he bore infinite love for God. He had been blinding with energy, more powerful than anything in existence. Sin wondered if that is why her brother and his mother had been killed, to stop him from regaining his power. Maybe God knew and killed them to keep her father weak?
Sin's mind ran wild as she held her broken father. God had thrown her out of heaven the moment she had been born. He hadn't even spoken to her, none of them had. She was just thrown into the fire with her brother for existing, for being the children of Lucifer. What did that mean for the people he loved, the people he would love? Belial had been right. Heartache was all that would await her father outside the walls of Chaos, but no one could deny him the tiny bit of joy that came before the pain. Lucifer, more than anyone deserved that joy.
nc_oocPrompt: What does your character fail to recognize, or turn a blind eye to? Is it a flaw of their own, a consequence of their actions, or something in the world around them? What happens when they're forced to confront it?
“Is he still upset about the fires, Belial?” The young angel asked the advisor while they stood on the balcony staring down at the angel sitting on the very edge of the pit of fire, tempting it to leap up and burn his dangling feet.
“No.” The old blind angel responded. He didn't see the angel below but felt his presence as he had since the beginning of his life.
She frowned and took the other angel's hand. He held tightly to hers in the silence that hung between them. Finally she looked up at the other angel. “What's wrong with him?”
Belial sighed feeling the pain washing over him in waves from the angel below. He'd been sitting down there for several human years, maybe a whole lifetime of a human at this point. “He's in mourning, for your brother and his mother.”
“I had another brother?” She hadn't known. All she remembered was that he was gone for awhile and then came back dragged by angels that had chained him in the fire. It had taken him so long to escape and he had come out broken. She was young, and thought it was the burns or the torment, but Sin hadn't imagined it was sorrow. Somehow she knew and just never acknowledged it.
“Cain, was his name, and his mother Eve. God saw to their death.” Belial let go of her hand and let the young angel press into his side. He wasn't one for comfort but he could endure it for her comfort as she cried. “Your father loves very deeply. I'm afraid that this will only be the first of many. He's like you dear, all passion and devotion with no sense of control. It is a beautiful thing for those he loves and a very dangerous one for him, and it will be for you.”
Sin's face stayed buried in the black robes of the other angel, biting back the sobs. “Can't we help him? He's been there for so long.”
Belial quietly listened to the angel beside him, the one in the distance. So alike, so prone to pain and so full of care that none outside the Gates of Chaos believed any of the Fallen held. It was a shame really to have Lucifer locked behind these gates. He'd break free again, but to what end?
“Why don't you collect yourself and go speak to him.” Belial peeled the angel from his side. “You have a brother and a mother you never knew. Maybe he could tell you about them?”
“It won't make him worse?” She was apprehensive as she pushed her hair back out of her face.
“It might.” Belial couldn't know. “I think just sitting with him will help.”
She nodded dutifully and flew down to the angel at the edge of the fires. He didn't move or acknowledge her existence but this close she could feel it tearing at her. The pain filling up the space around them, pushing its way into her. Tears welled up in her eyes, tears that had long since been cried out for her father. Sin sat beside him, resting her cheek against his shoulder and wrapping and arm around his bicep.
It took time but slowly his arm came around her, pulling her close. His face burying in her hair. The grip he had was almost painful but she didn't complain. It was desperate, like she would disappear. No one had to explain to Sin that her brother and the woman her father loved had died, maybe been killed.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the pain and soothing it. It was little help but it was some. No pain she had ever felt, even the angels burning in the fire, seemed to be like this one. Burning razor blades across salt sprinkled skin. “I am here.”
The strongest angel in all creation was here in her arms weak as a mortal. It was an incredible sight to see him laid so low. God had strove to do this with pain, torture, violence. When all it really took, maybe the only thing that could bring the rebel to his knees, was love. It was a profound thing to learn about her father, and by proxy, herself. It explained so much of what she had heard of him in heaven when he bore infinite love for God. He had been blinding with energy, more powerful than anything in existence. Sin wondered if that is why her brother and his mother had been killed, to stop him from regaining his power. Maybe God knew and killed them to keep her father weak?
Sin's mind ran wild as she held her broken father. God had thrown her out of heaven the moment she had been born. He hadn't even spoken to her, none of them had. She was just thrown into the fire with her brother for existing, for being the children of Lucifer. What did that mean for the people he loved, the people he would love? Belial had been right. Heartache was all that would await her father outside the walls of Chaos, but no one could deny him the tiny bit of joy that came before the pain. Lucifer, more than anyone deserved that joy.
