Amici Aeternum

[Wormwood]

March 4th, 2012.
Elysian Oasis
Outer Rim

The Oasis was a sharp contrast the dark halls and spiky corridors of the Station of Retribution. It was heavenly almost like no other, mostly in the fact that it wasn't a fortress or anything of that nature, but rather a large body of water. Save for the little land that was there, which wasn't much in comparison to the Skyhaven as a whole. This land was dotted with structures of all shapes and sizes, as none of them were made from solid brick or such, but rather what resembled to be animal hide. The place as a whole, if one did not know where they were, would be described as of old Native American origin. It certainly was not the Station...it were brighter. Annoyingly bright. Small, fragile hands covered this brightness, but to no avail. It still got in her eyes. Frustrating.

"They should turn down the sun!" A small and strange angel slumped down under a tree in over-exaggerated "pain". It was the nearest shade she could find, where she felt the most comfortable. Others would bathe in the sun, but some, well some just got sunburn really bad. Barely adjusting to the light, her eyes scanned the passing beings, not exactly in crowds as they Skyhavens were never crowded. They were meant to be comfortable, or perhaps many just didn't make it there. Judgement tended to be rather harsh. Some looked her back, only to turn away at the sight of her red eyes, disgust was not shown on their faces, however. That wouldn't be the correct way to describe it, ignorance would fit better, as they paid no mind to her. A stem grew from the heavenly soil.

Thorns sprouted from this base, and petals bloomed, a brilliant yellow color. This single flower was taken up by the angel's hand, the Punisher's hand, and she stoically began to rip the individual petals away from the body. "Boring as usual...I thought a grandiose meeting was about!" Yellow began to line the grass around Wormwood's red dress, in a way, accenting it. Her fake wings rigidly adjusted themselves, not with the same grace as a natural flight born angel. "Maybe I'm in the wrong place..." Come to think of it, mortals probably wouldn't be holding a meeting in a Skyhaven, anyways. That would be silly. A small drop of blood painted one of the petals, followed by those red eyes turning to her right hand, noticing a small cut. Thorns. "Oooh now I have a red one!" It was long before the bleeding stopped however, and the child continued doing her little game, till near all but three petals remained on the bare looking stem.

[Azuriel]

WELL THEN. HEAVEN HAD CERTAINLY CHANGED A BIT.

Or rather, the chunks of Heaven that were accessible to the Guardian of Eden. Because TRY AS SHE HAD, she could simply find no method of returning to her former home. Which was explained away by Michael, a day or so ago. As of the moment, however, she was still adjusting to the fact that there were flying chunks of Heaven inside the Pit of Fire. And the fact that no longer were there JUST fallen angels here; there were now demons created as demons, and even deceased humans who had been sent here for their sins. So much had changed since the fall of man... It was so foreign to her.

As was the mortal form she wore most of the time. As of now, however, she had no reason for such, and was wearing her angelic visage. Snowy white wings glided down as she landed on the Skyhaven of Uriel, whom she was apparently to be of service to. Hmm... Now to take a tour of such a wonderful and pretty place! But first, she had to find somebody to talk to! Because she was too lazy for a tour of the Skyhaven just yet.

So she scoped out the variety of angels present, and found one standing out from the rest; a girl who seemed as young as herself, appearance-wise, and who had glowing red eyes and strange wings made of... Jewels? It was an odd sight, surely. WHY NOT TALK TO HER? And so Azuriel made her way over, sitting down near the peculiar angel with a smile and a wave. "Hello~ Your wings look very interesting; tell me, are they made of that new "techno-logic" stuff I've heard so much about lately?"

[Ramiel]

Order and glory had come in force to the Hell that waited for them! Never again would those who spat in the face of Our Father GOD be allowed to do so lightly. Now they called down the light and fire of heaven itself! Now the walls of the Divine World stood fast in the face of evil and corruption. The guardians of Mankind and it's faith stood ready. No more waiting, it was time for action. A testament would be written in honor of this glorious event. The world of evil was to be cleansed. The broken would be made whole again. The fools who had not known the face of the LORD would behold his glory and in their rapture would they turn to him and his endless mercy. For an eternity Ramiel had watched man suffer and become the darkness the so feared. So long had he wanted to intervene, now it was time. More over, soon it would be.

The giant of a man soared over the heads of his Brothers below him. His crimson and gold wings shimmered in the glory of GOD'S light. His wings took the air of divinity and help his Majesty aloft. He let a smile cross his face and bellowed out an excited laugh as he turned his flight downward and into a spiraling decent. He fell for what seemed like years. The sky here was limitless and full of those who would soon be his brothers in combat and stand fast against the forces of darkness. He tilted his head down and saw two of his brothers by a tree. One looked as one might expect and angel too and the other was quite different. This did not bother the Thunder of GOD, no, his own Grigori were often surprising to those who witnessed them. They were not the angels depicted in stories or artwork. No, they served another purpose. Differences were not to be looked down on or to be misunderstood. Everything here was made by the glorious hand of Our FATHER and thus was perfect in it's own way. Ramiel's high velocity decent was brought to a suden halt when he twisted his body so his feet were below him and his wings were outstretched in their massive glory. With a gust of wind he touched down just a few feet from the two angel and let out a deep chuckle as he fluttered his wings and tucked them behind him.

His electic eyes scanned the two with glee and he pulled his face into a loving grin. "Brothers!" he called out to them, even though he was close enough to speak normally why would he waste his heavenly tones on just common speaking volume? "It is a glorious day to live in the light of Our FATHER! Come now," he held out his massive hand to odd looking angel," Hide not from his light Brother! For we all should bask in his ever lasting love!" he let out another bellowing laugh before he pt his hand back to his side and lowered his volume to a normal level. "Though this is quite the comfortable spot you have found here isn't it? Uriel certainly has been given a great gift with his Skyhaven." The metal of Ramiel's breastplate seemed to glitter as the light played off it's angelic design and the giant blade Baraq poked over his head from behind him in it's sling.

[Wormwood]

"Hello~ Your wings look very interesting; tell me, are they made of that new "techno-logic" stuff I've heard so much about lately?" Funny words coming from a funny looking figure. An angel, of course, as no other being would be permitted to step foot in the glory that was the Skyhavens. How was this known? Well, it was general law, and the fact of the being, Wormwood was the law. The rank of punisher, or rather title in angelic terms, was most satisfying. Yet more of these titles were needed, and the angel of the night, well, that was an excellent one to grab along the way. What was this one's? This creature that would walk up to such a normally feared and distasteful soul. Glorious wings of white feathers were present on the child like body, which wasn't too far from her own. One might think these natural wings to make her jealous, but Leliel was not, as she thought her own to be better.

"Techowhatgolicwhat? That's a funny word!" The angel dressed in scarlet responded, appearing oblivious to the question. These wings did resemble the ones the Seraphim donned in a way, but yet were vastly different. Categorizing them would be difficult. Well, in a normal boring world it would be, but in this one, magic exists. Crystals with levitating properties would be called nothing but that. "I made them. I maaaade them! Out of all of my favorite colors!" Her frail arms extended to mock the wings playfully, much like how a child would pretend to be an airplane. This frantic motion caused her white cap to fall off, which she quickly, and almost embarrassingly, retrieved and put back in it's proper place. It was certain to anybody that knew Wormwood that an insult or rude comment was coming next.

But this was interrupted before it could happen.

"Brothers!" Oh God what was that? Good Lord! A booming voice that the angel could barely stand to hear for it was so loud, but yet, clearly spoken. "It is a glorious day to live in the light of Our FATHER! Come now," A large man that fit his voice extended his hand, but this was no man. No, this wasn't even a mere angel. Wormwood instantly knew who this being was, she felt it in his soul, her eyes gifted from the Lord himself saw this. This was an archangel. The one of Hope, at that. She backed away. Stepping into the direct sunlight was never one of her best interests, but Ramiel insisted, as predicted. "Hide not from his light Brother! For we all should bask in his ever lasting love!" After a resounding laugh, he returned his hand to his side, and apparently, changed his mind about the whole ordeal. "Though this is quite the comfortable spot you have found here isn't it? Uriel certainly has been given a great gift with his Skyhaven." The angel of the night simply smiled and then giggled, as if complimenting the great one's own laugh.

"Yes yes it's wonderful! I liiiiiiike the shade!" Another childish and somewhat unrelated contribution to the conversation. "Sometimes I bring my dollies here! You should seeeee them!" This one was filled with glee, and she attempted to keep eye contact on both of these angels, turning her head back and forth frequently. This was exciting. Many things were exciting. Everything was exciting.

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