Posted by Ariadne Luciferi
Before time would permit such privileges of rest and slumber another presence rippled the very firmament in a blaze of fire and retribution- the very essence illuminating the heavens in that amber-vermillion explosion. It would seen the very presence of the ?One? inspired many to follow in curiosity or bearing ill-tidings upon forked tongues; such things she would not respect or acknowledge and even as Michael?s form bore the flames of his element and spoke forth the words assailing his brother?s position and decisions and then directing upon her spite-bitten words- she would simply stare back directly upon him?opalesque mirrors never faltering from those burning portals of condemnation and she would struggle to keep her own opinions to herself. The very fact of his statements were enough to grant him no respect for as he spoke words of welcome his heart was singing a bitter, doubtful tune?a doubting Thomas of the heavens; but she came across the inkling that there were probably legions of doubt-ridden Angels willing to state their feelings or reveal their venomous spiteful hearts for all to look upon and sigh or marvel. How brave Michael must believe himself to be and in all consideration there was reason for Ariadne to express her abhorrence in his presence but she would not lower herself to his blatant level of disrespect. Uriel had put Michael in his place but regardless she etched herself forth just slightly before Uriel as she retorted her words before Michael would vanish back into the spheres from where hence he had entered. Her words soft, she had no need of raising her voice to appear mighty or foreboding- she had a reputation for such things, why live up to that reputation before the judgmental eyes of Michael; it was all to enlightening for him, obviously his time staring aloft mindlessly over the world many things had gone unnoticed, and again this very night as soldiers attacked the world beneath him, Michael was too caught up in his own affairs to simply observe, pay his respects and look upon the task at hand?again vanity and self-righteousness had pulled those strings tighter around the pride of narcissism and false judgment. Who made Michael judge and duty? And to question the very statement of his creator only further her lowered opinions of Michael. But, standing forth within the raptures of the storm she retorted- slender digits still entwined within Uriel?s , never leaving the gentle sensation of flesh pressing against the palm of her left hand- resting directly over those glyphs embedded into her flesh like a brand. From these mystical sigils a dim ethereal aura faintly pulsated- emitting a low drone of pulsed flashes, a simply display that she has had enough of doubts administered by those whom to her had no say in the matter or even her transformation- it bothered her a great deal and thus it would now be evident that such heart-felt secrets were not so secret for Michael stood within the tempest, the very winds whipping around his form like wild serpents about to strike. The very essence and notions portrayed within these unfurling winds were relayed, there was nothing cloaked or coveted, this element had the ability to extract any memory, notion or action and simply send it hurling through the earth, if not pushed back against the psyche as if a physical hand compelled them, driving them back hard against the skull. She would not have such thoughts assailed upon her and would speak this clearly from her mind and heart.
?You speak with a forked tongue Michael, hardly a trait worthy of an Angel- it makes you no better than the foul corruption of the very bottomless pits; the bells of pandemonium play their discordant drones within your heart and mind- a sound that can barely be missed my someone as astute as myself. Right now, your very mannerism is no better than the spawn which slither through hell?but, at least they have no mind in which to think and consider?a shame I cannot say the same about you, Michael. Please do not attempt to humour with the words from a child, a child who fails to understand the very perplexity of the questions they ask. If you truly knew your brother- you would not question him. It is not your place to question Uriel or the very source of your existence?Tell me Michael, has your pride been so greatly wounded that you feel the need to trample upon your brother?s achievement? Yes, your brother?s achievement, not your?s! Jealousy is never a well rewarded emotion to have Michael- it consumes your heart and makes it rotten like that sweet apple before it become worm-infested?You shall not condemn me or contempt me Michael for you fail to understand me, and in failing to understand me- you fail yourself. Where as I have always been true to myself?and thus bereft never failed myself. If anything?while you sat upon her rock of ponderings preening your feathers it was I who rid the world of the plagues and disease carried in the hearts and husks of mortal kind, demons in the guises of those bearing holy names, seeking any vile manner or escape or war?it was my hand who smited these?not your?s. So remember who you are Michael?remember it well, and do not feel obliged to welcome me?we all know better, we are not fools or na?ve subjects- we ARE your equals??
A brief nod would be given to seal words as oath. Turning away from Michael and looking upon Uriel as once again she spoke?
?Do not allow his venomous heart to plague yours Uriel, let his stale words prattle through the heavens like the dirge of personal bereavements ? he is not worth your words or your lament for right now he is beneath you in understanding and beneath the words of your creator and Father?
A slight pause rested upon those lips would remained slightly apart as the softest plumed whisper escaped, the very answer to his statement.
?No, I sought redemption for my OWN salvation for I was simply becoming devoured by my own lust for power and greed. My soul was being suffocated by my own hand and it was getting to the point where I could not stand to even look upon myself and see nothing but a creation of death and nefarious essence- I was a prodigy of Belial and Asmodeus- for it was them whom raised me and nurtured me, gave me by ravenous appetite for destruction and I reaped, and I pillaged and I destroyed and rarely ever was it in thine own name. I was an instrument- a puppet on a string because I so sorely set to please every darkened whim, every hankered desire that they yearned. My father and Mother left me alone in this world- it is why loathed and abhorred it so. I sought this not because of my Father?Oh Uriel, he doesn?t even know I am his daughter, I am simply something that was never meant to be, and thus labelled an abomination. I was in the care of my Mother, Lilith and Belial until her demise and then it was the love and care of a friend whom took me into a family we created, the Demonshearts. And until I left them for Darkbane- I felt a sense of purpose. Thine actions are from my heart, not from sense of duty or illusion?I sought redemption, even mourned for it when alone?and now I understand what Lilith once said to me, that on my side?I will always be alone. But, maybe not so alone as in the physical sense for you?re here, and your like this constant light guiding me- despite the pain, the weariness and the torment; you are the only essence in which grants me the slightest touch of solace and compassion- and the pain isn?t so bad. Perhaps I am rambling- tired and mentally jaded, absorbing all of this has indeed taken a great toll. Uriel, may we go- I do not know who much longer I sustain myself?and I do not wish to burden you with my present limits??
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