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Collide.

No angels. Well that squashed one of her theories, only so few left. Not that she really had believed that one or more of the halos upstairs had anything to do with her rising, but it had been a theory.

His words hit home and she narrowed her eyes a little at the mighty angel. “Of course I am curious. Who’s insane enough to bring back demons? Let alone an unimportant one like me. But….I chose to do something a little bit more worthwhile than finding my great big hero when no one stepped forward.”   

His head cocks. She has no answers for either of them and, seemingly, no hurry to obtain any, curiosity apparently sated by day to day life. That, he imagines, cannot be any less hazardous for her.

"I mean to find out," It may serve little purpose in the long run, but if someone has revived this one demon, they may have done so for others---and not all demons are so content to remain docile in the world. Some may seek blood for their appetites, retaliation for their deaths. It is, he believes, part of his duty to see them back to where they came, to protect the world for those who have already lived both their lives.

Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.”  (via shatteredhunter)

He’s all too aware of how stupid he looks, doesn’t need some ass jerking his leg for a kick. An angel— fucking hilarious, he’s in absolute stitches. “Very funny, gramps. I’m surprised you’re not calling yourself a skeleton with the age you’re at.” Ha ha ha. Not that he’s laughing at his own bad joke, far more perplexed at the seriousness with which the other answered. Surely he’s not actually being serious—? Can’t be, unless someone’s forgotten to take their medication for the day; the so called grace already being written off as a cheap trick.

He might be offended, if he had not been so familiarized with the humans' unwillingness to accept angels. He cannot blame them, not truly, however, as they have failed them more often than not. Who can want to believe in such creatures when they are known more for their ability to massacre than anything else? "The age I am at far surpasses what even a skeleton could manage before returning to dust." He pauses, considering whether or not to grant a greater display of his grace---something that may be more convincing than the small tell he has already given.

Dexter Morgan (via a-should-have-been)

John Dufresne (via maxkirin)

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Jhudiel looked to his brother and listened with care, resisting the urge to roll his eyes and walk away from the other. Honestly, he couldn’t understand what took his brethren so long—-He’d been on earth since the loss of Eden by Adam and Eve, he’s witness the betrayal of Abel and the sacrifice of Cain, guided Moses through the desert, aided Noah while he built his ark, and followed Jesus through Jerusalem to the cross. He’d believed in them, helped them, since the very beginning. Part of Jhudiel thought that this desperate plea to help human was nothing but a way for angels to escape their newly rotted lives in Heaven. They hadn’t been there from the start, only when it was convenient for them.

❝ Yes well, brother, as the humans say, better late than never, ❞

Bitterness tinged his tone but, Jhudiel was happy to see his brother, after so many years apart. With a soft sigh and the sound of rustling feathers, the two suddenly found themselves in a  warm, well lit home, a few states away from the accident they’d just been at. 

❝ Please, make yourself comfortable. ❞

               Aselos wonders how long Jhudiel has been among                the humans. He wonders how many of them have                been saved or led to salvation because of his actions.                He wonders if words of his own doings have reached                the other angel---have reached any of his brothers and                sisters. He wonders if them all knowing will earn him                more contempt.

"You have done well enough."

               He does not think that his presence would have made                much difference in the life of the other angel. Perhaps in                times of strife, he might have been a welcome helping                hand, an added strength, but he knows, in the long run,                he would have been more trouble than help.

"Much better, I believe, than many of our brothers and sisters."

               He rotates, looking around the room he has taken them                to, noting the living conditions, he assumes, the other's                vessel has made for himself. It is nice, having a place you                might call a home, although, he himself has never had one,                beyond Heaven. And Heaven, of late, has not been much of                a home to any of them.

Long coats are badass.

"That’s one way of looking at it," She addressed. "And you don’t look that old," She told him.

"I am much older than I appear to you, I assure you." He chuckles. His life has been a long one, although not always good or bad. He has had his share of troubles and happiness. 

O’ Death

" — No shit. Never woulda guessed."

Fucking angels.  Never showed up when she needed them, but now that it was too late for her, they were fucking everywhere. Couldn’t move more than two steps without running into one. Ridiculous.

"So which one are you, and why do you care?"

"Which one am I?"

               He smiles. There is no doubt that they have gained                such distrust, with their constant and mounting                failures to protect and guide humanity as they were                tasked to. Her reaction is nothing he hasn't seen                before---nothing he won't see thousands, millions,                more after she is long dead.

"My name is Aselos. I am the archangel of damnation."

"This encounter was unintentional. But…   since we’re here, I need to ask you for a   favor.”

"Favors are asked of me all too often.   ---I pray you are not here to ask me to join the       most recent of Heaven's wars, Little Brother,       for I will not. That is not my fight."