#;zaphkiel | face

[wulvercazz]

Local History📖

Next part to 13's adventure in the Haunted Forest~! ;w;💕 (previous)

"I’m guessing you got curious, walked in, and one wraith later… you got lost. Didn’t you?” The pretty guy says with a light smile. Clearly amused by them.

“A bit.” Thirteen scoffs out a shy chuckle, “is that what those tall scary things are?” They get a gentle nod, before the reigns on the large mountain of floof-mount are pulled in such direction and the creature trots closer, shifting so Thirteen gets a good view of its pretty patterned flank and colorful gear.

“Come on, I’ll get you out of here.” And he extends a hand their way— but… as exciting as it may be to ride on such a creature…

“Do I really have to go?” Thirteen blurts suddenly, scaring the guy’s eyes wide open and his welcoming hand to retrieve with confusion.

“You– like– being here.”

Despite the sure tone, thirteen answers it as a question nevertheless, nodding their head excitedly; “I mean, sure, there’s been quite a few scary moments, I’m not made of stone… But I’ve never seen things such as this– I… I’m so curious still. Are there other large insects here? And the horse- dog- things… with the bare skulls, what are they? And this tree–”

Clear, honest laughter interrupts them from their ramblings, “you’re something, I’ll tell you that.” And Thirteen’s not quite sure if it’s a compliment or not even with that silky way of speaking of his; a thin, awkward smile fills in for their silence. “I can’t in good faith allow you to keep running around like a curious kitten, setting off predators wherever you go. But… it has been quite some time since I’ve spoken with anyone so, I’ll make this offer once: Would you like to see the palace-?” And he rushes in to finish his sentence when Thirteen’s eyes seem to pop out their face with glee, “With the promise- of leaving and not coming back once the ‘tour’ is over.”

Thirteen seems to mull it over for a couple seconds, before immediately going back to good old anticipation; sure, being kicked out to never return isn’t fun… but they’ll probably never get anywhere near the more interesting parts of the kingdom without a guide. “Wait a second though, you haven’t told me your name.”

There’s an unreadable silence, “didn’t get past you, did it? … I’m Zaphkiel.” He introduces himself with a little nod, pulling the attention to his ride with a gently tug on the reigns; “and this is Lila. A Giant Nycto Moth, species endemic only to Nyctos; she’s far from her birth home, I know. She was a gift.”

Thirteen notes the way Zaphkiel pushes the attention from his own identity… but even they know when to stop pushing. And, well… gift horse. Nyctos is going right on the “Places-to-visit” list. If there’s a Giant Nycto Moth– are there other differently-sized species? Thirteen’s hands run through the beautifully patterned fur, so soft there’s barely any feel to it.

Zaphkiel stretches out his hand and Thirteen takes it without a fuss this time, pushing themself up to sit behind him on Lila. “Thirteen.” They say to the air once they’re settled, watching with mild amusement as Zaph’s back goes stiff with confusion, “my name.”

It doesn’t ease his confusion one bit, but Zaphkiel deals gracefully with the odd piece of  information. Lila makes her way to the royal city through paths stretch and hidden and covered in bramble that her fluffy toes have no trouble crossing over; and Thirteen is once again happy they took the deal. Even foggy and dusty and gray– it’s an outstanding view, Thirteen leans to the side to better see around Zaphkiel; the carefully crafted rock pavement tracing dulled circles in a clear space before the palace, a thicket of bramble and deliberately placed chunks of repurposed wood covering the wide gates that once led from the public square up to the royal city.

What happened here? The citizens had probably barricaded themselves here at some point… it must’ve been pretty bad before it simply got quiet.

Zaphkiel hummed softly, catching their attention, “don’t go mulling over tragedies,” Lila quickened her step at his command. “This kingdom was sent into darkness over a thousand years ago. It’s history now.”

Thirteen tried thinking of a way to ask more that wasn’t too intrusive, when they couldn’t find any, they chose quietly observing the architecture around them instead. All overrun by roots so old, they’d grown from between the rocky pavement and through walls and around pillars; and dried to death in place. Zaphkiel and Lila walked through with familiarity, entering the palace through a side, unblocked, short gate with an entrance that looked much cleaner than everything else.

“Are you… alone here?” Thirteen finally dared to ask, while Zaphkiel dismounted from Lila and helped them to do so as well.

“I have Lila.” Zaphkiel was quick to answer, but then added; “none of my people are left. If that’s what you’re asking…”

Thirteen felt cold, they really liked asking dumb questions didn’t they– “hahahaha~! I’m sorry, you should see your face.” Zaphkiel broke the silence suddenly clearly finding enjoyment in making them squirm. “As I said… this all happened plenty of years ago, I’m not offended by your curiosity.” He was… a bit mean, Thirteen realized. Probably product of living alone for so long.

Zaphkiel went about unsaddling Lila, removing the reigns and the blankets, and a careful covering over her colorful folded wings, that stretched out and flapped once released. He stashed away the bags and provisions from her saddle inside a stable-looking, dry foliage covered, structure, and petted her goodbye as he closed and locked the place behind her too.

The already imposing entrance had nothing on the actual Palace. It was dusty and the wide halls and tall ceilings were echo-y lone, but the masacre that time and fog and darkness had created of the rest of the kingdom hadn’t reached behind the locked doors of this fortress. Zaphkiel disposed of his armor and a small weapon, leaving him down to his simple slate garments and long, skinny body, and showed him the empty rooms. The rooms where the town had clearly all settled to sleep in and cook and look after each other, the rooms frozen in their once royal service.

“When the fog first blocked the sun and natural disasters hit at least half our population perished, when the first monsters appeared is when my people first hid away in here–”

Something wasn’t right- “you– were here when it all began?” Thirteen turned to Zaphkiel suddenly, stopping short their admiration of the painted ceilings. “Does– do your people live–?”

“This long?” Zaphkiel smiles like he’s in on a secret. “Not usually. The punishment that befell us actually froze time for us; which is why I’ve taken it upon myself to keep people away… it’s easy to get lost in here when you can’t tell time is still running out there. Not many are dumb enough to actually come in deep enough to run into any actual danger, but every few years…” And Zaph throws them a pointed look that has color coming to their cheeks.

He leads them to a wider, glass-ceiling, room with pillars and long tables and chairs. A room that feels colder than all others, with floors and walls overgrown with foliage just like the outside, except here there’s actual greenery and life. Rich roots and thick leaves filling the space they’ve carved into the stone and the luxury; all guiding up to an elevated space where a figure sits on an ornate throne, two smaller, empty sits beside it. Is this…?

Zaphkiel guides Thirteen along still but ditches the storytelling for a reverantial silence, making his way up to the thrones in greeting, “Father.” He bows to the quiet, root-covered man.

As Thirteen gets closer they start to truly see the resemblance; the man looks clearly older and more square-bodied, but everything else is there. “You never told me you’re a prince.” Thirteen mutters suddenly, wondering if they’d been out of place in any way in the past hour or so since they met.

“Was a prince. There’s no kingdom left to rule, and… the royal family paid their dues. The people paid our dues.” Zaphkiel’s tone is more solemn now, still unfazed even as he traces a gentle hand down his father’s frozen cheek. “I’m just Zaphkiel these days.”

They continue with their touring through the palace as it had before, but Thriteen finds they’re even more confused now than they were before they came into the forest at all. Paid what dues? Who punished these people? What exactly has the power to do this to a whole town?

“The love I have for my father doesn’t bury his misdeeds. We were prideful, and pride suffocated all of us.” Is all he ever bothered to say, and, this time, Thirteen couldn’t fathom asking further.

It must’ve been hours before Zaphkiel announced he had nothing left to show them; after stories of the palace’s construction, and the grandiose events held upon the townsquare, and a quiet mention of a Queen lost far before the fog.

Zaph prepared Lila back up and took them both outside the royal grounds through the same hidden passage they’d entered; Lila trotting happily along the wider expanse of the forest as they made their way through. Answering all types of creature-related questions from Thirteen, no less; but the ex-royal seemed to mind little, answering as best as he could as each creature they saw from afar fueled their curious mind further.

“...they only feed off old cadavers, however, so they’re almost harmless… well– so far as you stay away from their eggs–”

A small whimper interrupted them, or Thirteen, at least; Zaphkiel’s tail had flicked in reaction but nothing more; while they searched the branches for the source.

“Probably a common bat,” Zaphkiel attempts to fullfill their curiosity, “leave it–”

…be. ‘Leave it be.’ Zaph intended to say, before Thirteen dropped off Lila’s back to bolt in a thick, concave tree’s direction. “This boy–” Zaph rolled his eyes at the not-there sky, prepping himself for a rescue that would be stopped short by the lump of muddish fur and bone in Thirteen’s arms.

“It’s… a rot-hound pup.” They explain unnecessarily, given that Zaphkiel’s the very one who’s just taught them about the species. “Didn’t you say they’re not safe left alone?”

Zaph sighs, calmer now that nothing too bad is about to happen; “there are plenty of predators in this forest… perhaps its pack got hunted down.” He observes Thirteen for a second before adding; “I don’t suggest you keep it.”

“Can’t another pack take him?”

“I’m no expert, but rot-hound pups are left behind a lot for other reasons, they have plentiful litters I imagine the parents aren’t too worried about losing a few. Or adopting any more for that matter.” And he sighs when Thirteen’s hold on the yipping pup doesn’t budge, “we can try if we see another pack… but it could take days to find and that guy doesn’t have that time.”

Thirteen frowns down at the soft skin of the pup, Zaphkiel’s probably just urging him to leave it behind to its luck to avoid them any pain of seeing the little one die… but they don’t seem to be lying. They didn’t see a single other rot-hound on their long way back, except for this guy, and they do seem to be lacking the rowdiness a youngling should have. It’s crazy to think nature would give this guy another chance.

“I want to help it then.” And before Zaph can say anything more, Thirteen continues; “I know its chances are low, but if its gonna die anyway… I guess I got nothing to lose trying.”

There’s a pause, where Zaph’s blue eyes seem to observe the area around Thirteen in a fresh light; “you’re really something, aren’t you?” This time it really feels like a compliment.

Thirteen’s wrapped the pup up with a thin blanket from their travel bag, securing it to their shoulders and back so it doesn’t move much on the way back out; Lila makes a quicker way to the edge. Zaphkiel makes little conversation now, to focus on the quickest route to the exit, only throwing a couple questions Thirteen’s way that get him little explanations to who they are; what with their amnesia and everything. Understanding seemed to finally settle in about Thirteen’s odd name, at least.

There’s a few voices coming from afar, and as Lila trots on, and the light starts finally reaching in through the trees, it becomes clear that Chromo was a lot more worried than he let on.

“A rescue party,” Zaphkiel muses as they close in within their sight, Chromo and a few other townspeople clammoring when they notice them approach. “I’m more intrigued by you by the minute.” He adds in with a little smile thrown over his shoulder.

Chromo meets them halfway with stompy hooves, much to Zaphkiel’s relief; his darkness-accostumed eyes squinting already as the sun starts to reach them. The centaur’s jaw clenches as he seems to analyze the situation, and exhales with annoyed relief once he sees Thirteen perched, and in one piece, behind the stranger.

It doesn’t hide his, or anyone in his party’s, alarm at learning the forest’s inhabitants aren’t down to zero like they’ve believed all this time.

“Thank you,” Chromo stresses, reaching back to grab Thirteen under the armpits – a tad more forcefully than strictly necessary, in their opinion – to pull them off the moth, “for not allowing them to die.” And the centaur makes a point to send an angry look their way. Look that becomes puzzled the second they noticed the live lump of cloth on their arms.

Thirteen smiles wide before stepping out of reach, “this is Za–” they try to change the subject, before their voice falls, uncertain if Zaphkiel would like to be known at all.

“Zaphkiel,” he introduces himself, after all. And Thirteen watches with a lightly pinched brow as realization, surprise, confusion and then a quiet resolution to simply not question anything anymore all happens to Chromo’s face.

“Chromo.” He reaches out his hand, decided to make this a simple introduction and not get pulled into Thirteen’s search for hidden truths.

“Don’t worry about Thirteen, they’re not coming here any longer, they promised.” Zaphkiel looks their way with the face of one who knows curiosity’s bound to bring them to danger eventually. Thirteen tries to look as the most trustworthy– won’t get in trouble kind of person they can be, until another question comes to mind.

“Does everyone just call this ‘Kingdom’? Surely it had a name, once.”

Zaphkiel has to lean in, covering his face as if to hide the secret from the centaur; “that’s the point of an extinguishing curse, no one seems to be able to remember, not even me.” He reincorporates with a satisfied grin, letting Thirteen to wonder as they retrieve with the rest of the party.

“I’ll make damn sure they keep their promise, at least.” Chromo declares, attempting at thankful appeasing.

All seems to end well, when Zaphkiel takes back his hold of Lila’s reigns, seemingly readying himself to leave; before he stops short with a mischievous glint to his eye. “Can’t say I’ll completely disapprove of them coming around again… could give us some time for a proper chat.”

And the wink Zaphkiel sends Chromo’s way ruffles the centaur's feathers so deeply, he doesn’t even question the rot-hound in Thirteen’s arms on the way back to the village.

~✨~

What can I say uwu I like shipping my ocs together in all sorts of ways✨ Also, idk if I mentioned this, but there's no linear story to this whole universe. My intentions with this is to draw/write separate stories about 13 travelling the world, all connected of course but I may jump around in the timeline a whole bunch depending on what kind of place and creatures I want to write :>cc

Anyway! There'll be more of Zaph (and even Zaph x Chromo 🤭) in the future, but for now,, this is it on the Haunted Forest :>cc Hope you enjoyed this longer piece of writing💕

[ezhiaray]

I don't have time to draw so lets plan some future probable animatics, in a fanfic like style. Starting with my latest obsession song. Part 1?

"I am the prophet with the answers you seek

Time, I've unlocked it.

I see pass and future running free"

Lucifer walked into Zaphkiel's(god's knowledge) observatory with a joyful beat in his step. A wide lovestruck smile brightened his already beautiful features. Zaphkiel turned from his writing at the sound of familiar foot steps coming closer to his desk. When he looked up from his work to face his younger brother, his eternal smile was softening. Zaphkiel already knew what Lucifer was going to ask. He's seen this scene in his mind thousands of times, and the results will always be the same. "Zaphkiel, could you please help me! The human, Lilith, she's makes me feel such warmth in my heart, and I want to be with her forever. Will I ever be with her, and what should I do?" The blond angel asked eagerly. The older angels wide smile deepened, and he had a rare sad look in his eyes. Zaphkiel moved from his seat behind his desk and walked over to Lucifer. He then explains to Lucifer about his powers and how all he can do is inform him what may happen as a result of his choices.

"There is a world where I help you get her

But that's not a world I know"

"What?"

Zaphkiel looks down at Lucifer with a sad smile his hand on Lucifer's should squeeze lightly in reassurance and worry about his upcoming future. Lucifer's face morphs from hopeful to confused, not knowing the meaning of the older angel's words. Zaphkiel then manifests his staff in his hands, which he lightly taps on the floor. From his staff, he summons blue mist like images of what he sees through his knowledge.

" I see a song a past romance"

Lucifer and Zaphkiel watch blue mist like images of Lucifer and Adam playing together in the garden spring up from the ground. Their running playing a game of tag, Lucifer chasing after a laughing/ smiling Adam. Both of their faces are flushed with activity and underlining attraction they have for the other that they don't know how to put into action. Lucifer smiles fondly at the scene before gripping at his heart as a shot of pain stabbed at it when he stared closely at Adam's innocent yet beautiful smile.

"I see the sacrifice of man"

The mist then transforms into a distraught looking Adam putting his arm around a unknown woman(Eve) and guiding her to walk toward the open gates of Eden. Lucifer feels he heart squeeze at watching the painful look litter his friend's face. He and Zaphkiel looked to the group of angels behind Adam and mysterious woman, all pointing them to the direction of the harsh wilderness outside of the garden gates, scornful expression marring their perfect faces.

"I see portrayals of betrayal

And a brother's final stand"

The mist then transitions to a scene of Lucifer attempting to cover a 'guilty' looking Lilith and Eve from an angrily crying Adam and a disappointed Michael. Zaphkiel and Lucifer watch as the mist version of Michael pulls out his sword to begin to approach a shocked Lucifer. Lucifer flinches and grabs at Zaphkiel's cloak, fearful of the intense look and stance of the mist clone of his strong brother.

"I see you on the brink of death

I see you draw your final breath"

Zaphkiel's mist begins to darken and becomes a deep red color as it transforms into an image of Lucifer falling. Lucifer cringes as he watches his falling body becoming burnt with holy flame and the intense heat generated from his descent from an unknown height. The young angel jerked his body in shock as he watched his clone plummet harshly into an unknown ground, creating a large crater. The older angel's mist transitions to a closer shot of Lucifer's bruised up face, his mouth wheezing out holy mist that turns to hellish flames by the second breath.

" I see a man who get to make it to her alive

But it's no longer you"

The red mist grows, and the image of a monster like Lucifer (demon form) hovers above the two angels. Lucifer looks up with disbelief at this twisted image of himself. The blond angel looked to Zaphkiel, who gazed at the hellish like reflection of his younger brother with a sad knowing smile. This was definitely him, and he felt his heart stiffen as he looked into the painful face and exhausted devilish joy this scene of him displayed. Lucifer felt confused, as anger bubbles in his chest, and a frown began to form on his face....

Honestly did not like writing this in a more fanfic style. I'm not very good with writing and don't have much time/patience to write fanfic like sentences. Will probably be more brief like when I'm planning animatics.

[novankenn]

Not a Hard Choice

(A/N - This is a retelling of a previously posted story of the same name on AO3 and fanfiction.net.)

Jaune roared, no more like howled in absolute grief stricken rage. The revelations Oscar had uttered completely shattering what little was holding Jaune together. All his doubts, and regrets twisted in upon him, mixed with his unbridled rage. It was all a game. At least that's how Jaune was seeing it. A shadow war of schemes and plans. Of sacrificed pawns, and murdered innocents.

Cinder was one, as was Pyrrha. Both used by powers beyond their comprehension. By things that should not exist.

Jaune stood on the roof of the home his friends and himself had been camping out in. His tear filled azure eyes staring up at the shattered moon. Deep inside his sundered and rage filled heart a flicker of something ignited. His breath began to come in ragged gasps, as the spark, became a flame.

His hands clenched into fists, as his mind started to twist, second guessing each and every choice he had made. He ruminated over his ever action, and slowly he could feel the flame growing into a fire... edging to an inferno.

The access door burst open revealing Ren and Nora. Jaune looked over his shoulder a disturbing smile upon his face. HIs friends and teammates stumbled to a stop at the sight of his face. HIs left eye was gone, replaced with a golden clock face.

"Jaune?" Nora asked in a wavering voice. "Jaune?"

"I'm going to get her back." Jaune replied his voice suddenly completely emotionless. He turned to face his teammates. "I'm going to save her..."

"How?" Ren asked.

"This is how..." Jaune gave them a half-hearted smile as he stamped his foot on the roof top. "Zaphkiel!"

The deep resounding gong of a clock bell rippled through the air, as a massive clock face materialized behind Jaune. In that same moment he changed. His trademark hoodie and armor vanishing and being replaced instantly.

Ren and Nora started in utter shock as their friend and leader now stood before them dressed in black pants stuffed into knee-high black leather boots. He wore a crimson button-up shirt, over which he had a crimson and black trench coat. Around his waist a red sash, much like Pyrrha's, and finally around his throat a crimson ribbon.

"Yud Bet."

"Jaune NO!!!!" Nora shrieked as she and Ren watched him lift and aim a musket style pistol at the side of his head.

"I'm going back... I'm going to save everyone." Jaune stated a sense of warmth in his words matching the soft smile he was currently wearing. "I love you all so much... we deserve a happy ending..."

Ren dashed forward as the hammer of the pistol clicked back.

The shot echoed through the night air. Ren reached and caught Jaune's collapsing body, grunting with pain from impacting the gravel toped roof with his knees.

"Jaune..." Ren's voice was choked off in sorrow and shock as he watched Jaune's body dissolve into a black mist that rapidly dissipated into the night sky. "JAUNE!"

[vanillaxoshi]

Experience in Suffering - Elementals Seperated AU

“So, you’ve found your way here. Greetings”

It looks up, or at least try to face the direction of the voice. No need to even use its scan, it could already tell who it is.

The spirit of light, the light of misfortune, origin of greed-

(Fellow sinner…)

But how? How could they wake from the Moth’s Dream? Is it because they are a spirit? The robot’s system was running in whatever ways it could to find an answer. Cross referencing from the Spirit of Dreams herself is out of the picture, as she was the one controlling the dreams. So why?

“I can see the gears turning in your head, it would be better if you used that for other things though” The spirit said, and it remembered. Now is no time to stand by, it has an order to follow.

Apprehend the spirit of light.

The gears within it began to churn and form, changing its fingers into cannons and guns, but the spirit remained there, simply watching. How irrational. If they had told it to get on with things, why aren’t they doing anything?

“You’re not going to go ahead and fire?”

No, not when it has its suspicions. Experience tells the robot that if one seems very confident, it means that one has a plan. It had only been able to grasp a small fraction of the spirit’s memory before, which amounted to a lifetime of memories.

Just what do they know?

The spirit descended, landing right in front of the robot, making it move back. What is the spirit doing? Do they have a death wish? It can pull the triggers right here and apprehend the spirit that way.

But it can’t. Something in the back of its mind tells it that won’t work. Perhaps a faulty old gear, against better judgement it once again lowers its weapon.

“Usually, I like to save my thoughts for all things logical and practical, but I find philosophy becoming increasingly prevalent. Much to my dismay, I’ve been forced to face it outright” A false sigh escaped the spirit, as fake as their demeanor.

“We’re quite similar are we?” What do they mean by that?

“I don’t know if it’s only the extent of your powers, or some cruel irony, you just had to choose my most painful years. I don’t blame the child creating the dreams, twisting events to fulfill my desires at that time. It made me realize something”. Despite not having eyes, the robot could feel the spirit’s gaze.

“Despite being awake, we are both dreaming, dreaming of a better time”

They took a step forward, it floated backwards.

“Both long to return to that kinder past, maybe with our knowledge we could have fixed everything”. No, no it doesn’t. Yes it does

“But we can’t can we? It’s impossible. The only way left is forward. Fearing more pain we tell ourselves to walk the easiest road ahead of us. Fighting back hurts so we stopped fighting completely”. It wished its ego systems weren’t active, so it can’t comprehend these thoughts, but the robot can’t shut down that program no matter how hard it tried.

“Hoping for the day we simply stop functioning”. Are they trying to understand it? To achieve some form of sympathy? If that’s it then sadly, it won’t work.

It never did before, no matter what…

“No choice but to keep our accursed existence, only look at past sins as if we’re reading things in a book-“

It happened so fast. How did its sensors not catch that? The robot could only question, as its right arm is now in the grip of the spirit of light.

“It doesn’t have to be this way though. Allow me to demonstrate how to look at one’s sins in the face”

The emotions flooding its systems right now- Is it fear? Shock? Horror? What even is going on? No events like this has happened in the past! It felt its palm being turned over- Stop it! Stop this!

Just remembering the existence of the left arm, the robot pointed it at the one in front of it. Cease this insanity now foolish spirit of light-

“Zaphkiel. Yod”

A loud bang went off, but it felt no damage. In fact, there’s damage at all. What did the spirit point at?

The silence is deafening. The android robot dare not move, fearing the touch on it’s misshapen hands might leave, that there would be a thud on the floor, and the spirit would be gone, meaning it had failed it’s mission.

It felt as if time had slowed to a stop, before it heard that voice again.

“Well… That was a certainly a trip down memory lane. I knew your power didn’t have something as silly as a 100 year limit” It sounded as if the spirit was smiling ear to ear, taking delight in its horror, a feeling it doesn’t want to experience again.

Welp, been a while since I actually wrote something. Wanted cool Solar and maybe drop some lore of mah boi Remiel. I also just discovered editing the texts

We got remiel!!

Those lines in the end are added hmmm

Reading this more thoroughly

solar being eerily poetic to Remiel and Remiel just not comprehending whatever is happening being with Solar

The android crossed out, so this period Remiel hasnt considered himself much of a person just a robot with a job to do

Trying to supress what makes him less of a robot too

And Solar is helping but in a not so pleasant way? Like help Remiel through this crisis of his despite both of them just gone through a recap of what Neira did for them

[tajinfruits]

New muse!

Zaphkiel (God's knowledge) is one of Adonai's ( @biigbcss ) archangels and chief of the order of thrones. He watches humans when they need to make important decisions and when they need to put them into words for others, if they are unsure of the words, Zaphkiel will help them to make the message more clear.Since his role is basically that of inspiration and a clear mind, he’s constantly interacting with humans, especially around important people like country leaders, scientists, artists, whoever needs a little of angelic push to get their ideas straight. That’s why most of his live has been spend on earth.

During the events of The Irrevocable, he came home to serve his Father, for he is the leader of the thrones first than anything, and on the edge of war, he needs to be ready.

[winterstellium]

Thinking about changing Zaphkiel’s (my SPN Angel OC) Faceclaim. I started with Lauren Graham for the longest time (when her previous name was Azafreal), but then I changed it to Lena Headey (then the name change to Zaphkiel), then this last time it was Kelsey Chow. Kelsey seems a bit too young for Zaph in how I imagine them in my mind, so that’s why I’m changing it now after some thinking.

Zaphkiel is an Archangel, the name means “God’s Knowledge” and is sometimes confused with Jofiel/Zophiel (”God’s Spy), and even though a lot of sources I’ve found about this angel uses ‘he’, I still want to use a woman for a FC.

My OC Zaphkiel is a reserved character (sometimes too much in their head) but isn’t afraid to rip someone a new one when it’s warranted. For some of my Astrology nerds (like myself), Zaph is a Scorpio Stellium (Sun — Mars; 12H&1H) with a Scorpio Rising. (So. Much. Scorpio.)

I would like an actress who fits the age range of 35+; I’m currently looking at Jaime Alexander, and maybe even Rachel Weisz, but I am open to any face claim suggestions you may have, and is greatly appreciated!

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

The Ranks of Angels And Demons (And Other)*Edited*

I was doing a little research and here is what I found,

(like Seraphim, Ophanim, Virtue, Archangel, Angel and Fallen Angel)

Heaven Domain:

Highest Order:

Seraphim

Cherubim

Thrones

Middle Order:

Dominions

Virtues

Powers

Lowest Order:

Principalities

Archangels

Angels

*Archangel(Part of The Lowest Order):

Michael, Guardian of The Orthodox Faith & Fighter Against Heresies, Chief of Angels.(Mortality: Adam)

Gabriel, Herald of The Mysteries of God.(Mortality: Noah)

Raphael, Angel of Healing and Healers.

Uriel, Archangel of Wisdom & Philosophical Illumination.

Selaphiel, Patron of Saint of Prayer and Worship.

Jegudiel, Patron of all who work in some field of Endeavor.

Barachiel, Angel of Blessings, Works To Announce and Deliver God's Blessing To People(Leads The Guardian Angels, That Works Closely With Humans.)

Jerahmeel, helps cultivate our psychic and spiritual abilities by bringing in a sense of inner clarity. and helps interpret angelic messages in our dreams.(and to fine-tune ourselves to the frequency of God)

Suriel, Angel of Healing, Wisdom and Death.

Zadkiel, Archangel of Freedom, Benevolence & mercy and patron Angel of all who forgive.

Selaphiel, The Angel of Repentance.

Ananiel, Angelic Guard of The Gates of The South Wind

Phanuel, Angel of Peace(Part of Angels of Great Counsel)

Raguel, Archangel of Justice, Fairness, Harmony, Vengeance and Redemption.

Remiel, Archangel of Hope (Guides The Souls of The Faithful Into Heaven)

Chamuel, Archangel of Strength, Courage And War.

Jophiel, she is The Archangel of Wisdom, Understanding, And Judgment.

Azrael, Angel of Death.

Metatron, Angel of Life.(Mortality Before Becoming Metatron: Enoch)

Maalik, Angel of Fire/Hell.

Ridwan, Angel of Paradise/Heaven.

Samuel, Archangel of Harmonious Relationships.*

Hell Domain: 

*First Hiararchy:

Beelzebub

Leviathan

Asmodeus

Berith

Astaroth

Verrine

Gressil

Soneillon*

*Second Hierarchy:

Carreau

Oeillet

Rosier

Belias*

*Third Hierarchy

Verrier

Olivier

Luvart*

*Princes:

Beelzebub, Supreme Chief of The Empire of Hell.(Founder of The Order of The Fly)

Satan, Prince Dethroned & Chief of The Opposition Party.

Eurynome, Prince of Death.(Grand Cross of The Order of The Fly)

Moloch, Prince of The Country of Tears.(Grand Cross of The Order)

Pluton, Prince of Fire.(Grand Cross of The Order & Governor of The Regions in Flames)

Pan, Prince of Incubi.

Lilith, Princess of Succubi.

Leonard, The Great Lord of The Sabbath(Knight of The Fly)

Balberith, Lord of Alliances.

Proserpina, Princess of Evil Spirits.*

*Ministers of Office:

Adrammelech, Grand Chancellor (Grand Cross of Order of The Fly.)

Ashtaroth, General Treasurer (Knight of The Fly)

Nergal, Chief of The Secret Police.

Baal, Commander in Chief of The Armies of Hell.(Grand Cross The Order of The Fly)

Leviathan, Grand Admiral.(Knight of The Fly)*

*Ambassadors:

Belfegor

Mammon

Belial

Rimmon

Thamuz

Hutgin

Martinet*

*Justice:

Lucifer, Chief of injustice (Knight of The Fly)

Alastor, Executor of His Sentences.*

*House of The Princes:

Verdelet, Master of Ceremonies.

Succor Benoth, Chief of The Eunuchs of The Seraglio.

Chamos, Grand Chambelain (Knight of The Fly)

Melchom, Payer Treasurer.

Nisroch, Chief of The Kitchen.

Behemoth, Chief Cup-bearer.

Dagon, Grand Pantler.(or is it Planter...?)

Mullin, First Valet.*

*Secret Expenses:

Robals, Director of Theaters.

Asmodeus, Superintendent of The Gambling Houses.

Nybbas, Grand Buffoon.

Antichrist, Charlatan & Necromancer.*

*Archdemon:

Lucifer, Pride

Beelzebub, Gluttony

Satan (or known as Sathanas), Wrath

Leviathan, Envy

Mammon, Greed

Belphegor, Sloth

Asmodeus, Lust *

and now we go to the whole Female Archangels,

*Female Archangels/Archeia:

Magdalena, The Lady Mercy (Counterpart Azrael)

Seraphina, The Lady Charity(Counterpart Chamuel)

Annunciata, The Lady Hope(Counterpart Gabriel)

Maryllisa, The Lady Radiant(Counterpart Haniel)

Lucida/Christine, The Lady Clarity(Counterpart Jophiel)

Sophia, The Lady Constance(Counterpart Metatron)

Mikaela, The Lady Faith(Counterpart Michael)

Mareia, The Lady Virtue(Counterpart Raphael)

Shekhinah, The Lady Patience(Counterpart Sandalphon)

Amethystia, The Lady Purity (Counderpart Zadkiel)

Aurora, The Lady Grace (Counterpart Uriel)

Okina, The Lady Liberty (Counterpart Zaphkiel)

Jochara, The Lady Victory(Counterpart Raziel)

My Theory of Fallen Archeia:

Lilith, The Lady of Independence.*

oh yeah, need to mention another Archangel:

Samael, who is suppose to be both good and evil...

and is known as one of the seven archangels...

and who was suppose to be married to Lilith, after she left Adam.

there is the possibility that he is The Father of Cain,

and if it is true what Samael did to Eve......I still want to punch him in the face.

I want to punch him for two reasons, if I was able to I would punch him:

One, For The Possibility if it is True that he Assaulted Eve.

and Two, because of his part of Cain....

it’s bad enough that some believe that just because someone is a Descendant of Cain, that means they are Evil, but that isn’t true at all.

I mean it just doesn’t seem right, I mean one of the most earlier Descendants of Cain, Married and Had Children With Noah.

I still don’t agree with the actions of Noah, who decided to punish his own Grandson for something Noah’s Son did.

plus it is possible when Lilith when she ran away from Adam,

when she mention about how she makes children sick

it might have to do with some of her children with Adam

coming out as Stillborn.....that is a theory, no one has to agree with me.

it is possible that Lilith did fall because of the hurtful and abusive treatments from Adam.....that fight they had was because of “Intimacy”

and no one has to agree about my theory, that before Lilith became Adam’s first wife, she was possibility a Archeia known as “Lilith, The Lady of Independence”

and well technically Angels are suppose to have no gender

or something like unisex type gender

but it might be possible they do have gender identities they refer to themselves in both physical and emotional level.

(if they are able to have children still with even Humans, it  might be different from how Asari from Mass Effect have children with other Races.)

*Hybrids:

Nephilim (Offspring of Sons of God & Daughters of Men)/(Angel & Human Offspring)

Cambion (Offspring of Demons & Humans)

Earth Angel(it is possible that Earth Angels, are technically Hybrids, they are born from a Human Father & Mother, but still were type of Angels that are able to be born in Human Form and are Sensitive To Negative Energy That May or May Not Cause Them Seizures.)*    

and if it’s okay to talk about it, I am starting to wonder if I might of had a encounter with a incubus during maybe around 2019 or 2018.

I can’t really remember which year

(I will need to check one of my journals to see)

but yeah anyway I wont go into too deep detail.

but I remember in my dream, it was really dark

then I felt something that felt really Real

and it scared me awake.

I get that dreams can hold some form of feeling real at times.

but that was like, TOO REAL.

and even if the feeling had just started, like only for a brief moment, it was enough to scare me awake.

when I first talked about something scaring me awake because of how real it felt

I didn’t mention in the journal where I first talked about it, that it was something really embarrassing, and I rather not say what it was.

I am still a virgin, and I rather not be dream assaulted.

I guess I never really considered that it could be possible that the reason why that dream, even if it was short and really dark and couldn’t see anything.

felt too real, was because it could of been a Incubus.

who ended up scaring me awake.

in some dreams you aren’t really aware, but in that dream which was in a place where I couldn’t see and it being really dark.

I think I was aware, and it was this awareness that ended up with me feeling something too real that ended up scaring me awake.

I do have a idea as to how to keep myself safe from Incubus.

I will need to do some research on some type of charms that I can use when I go to sleep, that I can keep close by in case something like that were to happen again.

but hopefully it wont.

and to change the subject

if Christ and Antichrist, are suppose to fight each other

it makes me wonder if there is a type of third party,

that would stop them from doing so, like being a creation of The Goddess.

I still believe in God, but like I said before, I started to believe in Goddess too.

and it would make sense that the women who were fighting for equal rights and the right to vote, was given the encouragement by The Goddess.

and given the information of those who have a right to vote after the women won.

it never says that those who have a right to vote

has to be “Male” or “Female”, so technically it means both Binary and Non-Binary can vote.....figured out the loophole there, I’m sure some already figured out that loophole before I did.

some might think that I shouldn’t feel the way I do

regarding wanting to punch Samael, but if he really is the Father of Cain.

then I still want to punch him in the face.

thinking of it like trying to understand how Raven from Teen Titans

or Marceline The Vampire Queen from Adventure Time

or Amethyst from Steven Universe felt.

Raven is a Cambion, who needs to try to control her emotions and not let her darker emotions take control.

and who her dad is, might make her feel terrible about her very existence.

Marceline wasn’t really a Vampire at first, she started out as a Cambion having a Human Mother and a Demon Father.

and if she hadn’t got bitten and became a vampire, she would of became a old lady but possibility still had a long lifespan.

Amethyst, was a Gem that was made in one of the Earth’s Gem Kindergartens.

before she started to feel better about herself, she felt awful, and hated herself.

seeing herself as a parasite, all the negative feelings of her creation hurt her deeply.

regarding herself as a “Mistake” and she even says so herself

that she “Never Asked To Be Made”

those who are Descendants of Cain didn’t ask to be made either

the ones that are still around and are descendants of Noah as well.

shouldn’t be made to feel bad about their existence.

and what type of person they are, shouldn’t be blamed upon by them being descendants of Cain.

and I know some might not agree with it, but I still believe there is some form of corruption in the Christianity.

even though there are still some good people that are Christians.

what happen during histories past, prove there is some bad stuff that has to do with how some converting is done in the wrong way, one of those ways has to do with how some people converted those who are Native American.

I have Native American heritage, and well there are some other mix heritage I have too.

I had found out that I have some Jewish heritage too.

and there is that other heritage that has to do with King Solomon.

I guess it would be okay to say this and not be cryptic about it.

but I had found out that King Solomon is my Ancestor.

well to be more correct

King Solomon & Naamah The Amonite are my Ancestors.

as well as their son who was named Rehoboam.

I still think the ring that King Solomon had, that was suppose the power to control demons. and if it still has power, while it is put away somewhere.

it would be best that such a ring is put in a box and put some kind of seal on it.

let’s hope that none of the power in that ring was adsorb by Solomon’s body.

anyway the “Archeia” I had mentioned that are apparently counterparts of some of the Archangels.

the info about them say that those Archeia, are the Twin Flames of the Archangels they are counterparts of.

and I guess it could be possible that Lilith and Samael are Twin Flames.

that is just theory of course, no one has to agree with me on that.

I do have another theory

that has to do with Lady Godiva (who is my Ancestor Too)

and Mary Magdalene (Wife of Jesus)

being Holy Maidens.

well them and a few others.

I still think that both Cain and Abel were in the wrong, and they should of been better brothers that understood each other’s feelings more

and should of HUGGED IT OUT.

even if they may have turned out to be half brothers, at least some half siblings or full siblings today, have better relationships.

I still think the info that shows what Abel said to Cain and accusing him for having no love for god.

could show some form of arrogance and insensitivity in Abel.

it wasn’t right for Cain to kill Abel, but it was not right for Abel to be full of arrogance and being insensitive to Cain.

in theory, if Abel had comfort Cain and tried to calm his anger and any form of negative feelings. then perhaps they could of been better brothers, and Abel would not eventually be killed by Cain.

some might think that only Cain was in the wrong

but I have started to believe that both Cain and Abel were in the wrong.

no one has to agree with me on that.

but I really believe that they were both in the wrong.

just like the whole “those who are left handed being sinners”

I’m right handed, and even I know that is bull.....

it doesn’t matter what hand you use to write with, a sinner can be right or left handed or use both.

that is one of the signs that there is corruption in Christianity.

the other sign being how in the history of forced converting on threaten someone’s life.

or like that whole lady who thought Sans The Skeleton was the work of the Devil, no lady that ain’t true, your just being prejudice.

some might think that she has a right to her opinion, which that would be true if it weren’t for the fact that she crossed a line where her opinion can not be respected or viewed as right or pure.

no one has to agree with me on knowing that truth, but it is good to know that some will know what her view on Sans, was both corrupted and prejudice.

at least not all Christians are like that, and I like Sans and Papyrus.

and just because they are Fictional Characters that are made to be Skeleton Monsters, don’t mean they are “Monsters” in the sense which means they have done evil actions.

yeah the monsters in Undertale, have done actions that could still be considered evil but they didn’t do them in malicious type of way.

they were wrongfully imprisoned by Humanity.

the monsters of Undertale could be seen as “Humans”

they show human emotions.

in theory, it could be possible that the monsters in Undertale (and in Deltarune) 

could be Mutated Humans who had evolved from overexposure to magic during the “Cave Man Days” and the Humans that weren’t, are still referred to as “Human” while the Magical Overexposure Mutated Humans, are referred to as “Monsters”

so yeah I’m saying that the Monsters in Undertale/Deltarune

are possibility descendants of the Humans that evolved and transformed into “Monsters” because of a overexposure of magic.

I’m seeing that as Headcanon.

and it might be possible that Kris is Biologically Asgore and Toriel’s child

and they were just born “Human” because it might prove that some traces of the Non-Mutated Human Genes, is still within the Monsters.

and could result in a Human Baby being born in some Monster Families.

it might skip some generations, but if I had to explain it in another way.

it be like a married monster couple are expecting a child and are very faithful to each other and never cheated.

but when their child is born, they don’t look like a monster or look like them at all, the child they have looks like a Human.

then the monster couple find out the reason why this happen, was because of the whole Modern Monsters and Modern Humans, are both Descendants of Ancient Humans, that broke into Two Groups.

one being overexposed by a powerful magic that would slightly rewrite them and transform them into what is known as “monsters”

and the other humans, would possibility still have magic but not have been overexposed and transformed into “monsters” like the other Ancient Humans in Undertale/Deltarune.

so that makes me believe that Kris from Deltarune

is the biological child of Asgore and Toriel

and is biological younger siblings of Asriel in Deltarune.

anyway I will sign back on later, but right now I need to grab something to eat.

oh and guess what? it turns out that Moxxie from Helluva Boss and Zim from Invader Zim, DO SHARE THE SAME VOICE ACTOR.

it made me so happy to find that out, I had did a fan art about it.

I hope that there will be a new series of Invader Zim

perhaps it would be best if it was only shown on Netflix.

cause you know how Nickelodeon is...it’s still good, but there are some things about it that can become unfair at times.

anyway gonna go grab some food now.

see ya later and stay safe everybody. 

PS:

I notice I had made a mistake, of course I didn’t notice this until hours later...but yeah I had mistakenly classified The Archangels as The Middle Order, when really they are part of the Lowest Order.

and even though this post was only suppose to talk about the whole rank thing, I did end up talking about some other stuff too that was really off topic, like with that theory about the monsters and humans from Undertale and Deltarune.

or like that nightmare I had that end up scaring me awake.

I only signed back in, to fix the mistake I did on this.

and if I have to try to explain again about the whole ring of Solomon, needing to put away, I will.

you see, I think that ring might of corrupted him.

and if that is true, that he fell from grace.

then it might be because the power got into his head

and it corrupted him, so if that ring is in a museum or wherever it is.

or like it is still lost and not found at all yet.

then it should be placed in a box with some kind of seals around it.

and never be open again, because it is dangerous, even in mortal hands.

the other option I thought of, was the whole destroying that ring.

but that might be a bad idea, so just locking it away in a box that can suppress the ring’s power, could be the best thing.

anyway like I said I only signed back on here to fix the mistakes I didn’t catch until now.

I’m sleepy now, so I’m going to go now.

oh one more thing, I really hope some of you understand my feelings of noticing there being some corruption in the Christianity.

even though there are still some good people in there, but there are still some others that have a twisted view, like that lady who had that prejudice view of Sans. I mean not all fans or other people have to like Sans, but the way she disliked him was....

not good and it puts a bad image in the Christian Religion.

sorry, I should just call this whole post and the editing of it, finished.

so see ya and once more, stay safe everybody.

(and sorry for some Grammar Errors...)     

[caelestimortem-a]

@multiplvs​ : “Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—” - from Zaphkiel uvu

        dark  strands  kept  brushing  to  the  front  of  her  face  as  the  wind  picked  up .  it  was  frustrating  to  deal  with  and  she  did  her  best  to  brush  it  back .  she  stopped  where  they  were . “  i  do .  it’s  so  fru-- “  she  stopped  speaking  and  gazed  up  at  him  as  he  moved  in  front  of  her . 

[noblecrumpet-dorkvision]

Angel Week: Angelology

image source: Ezekiel’s Chariot Vision, Matthäus Merian

I ultimately went with the Christian pantheon of angels for the archons I created and melded them with ideas from the D&D hebdomad to create my own hierarchy and mythology. But for those that want to know about angels and archons, here are some of the mythological inspirations behind this week's content! 

Christian Angelic Choirs

In Christianity, the angels below God are divided into several “choirs” and are then put into three spheres, with the first sphere being at the top. Some angels are a lot more alien than you might think!

First Sphere:

Seraphim: These beings are literally burning with passion for the Lord. Like, they are on fire. The seraphim are the highest angels just below God. Each has six wings, two covering the face, two covering the feet, and two to fly. The inside of their wings were covered in eyes. They continuously shout praises of God.

Cherubim: Probably the weirdest one. They have the feet of a calf, four wings that are covered in eyes, and four faces. Each of its faces are of a different animal likely symbolic of different virtues. A lion's face for strength, a man's face for wisdom, a bull's face for diligence, and an eagle's face for freedom. The cherubim are said to record all that happens in the universe.

Thrones/Ophanim: Okay nevermind this is the weirdest one. Two blue-colored wheels perpendicular to each other and one inside of the other. Their rims are covered in eyeballs. They spin and move from the force of faith directly from the cherubim and serve as God's throne.

Second Sphere:

Dominions: The dominions are divinely beautiful, winged, and wield orbs of light on scepters or swords. They deliver justice to unjust, show mercy to mortals, and relegate lower angels. They carry out acts of god like the obliteration of Sodom and Gomorrah. They answer prayers of powerful world leaders whose decisions affect many.

Virtues: The virtues send good vibes to people's minds like peace and hope. They encourage and empower those who would become saints after death. God empowers them to perform miracles for mortals. Their job is to instill faith in mortals.

Powers: The powers protect mortals from temptation and control the movement of the heavens. They are depicted as warrior angels that cast fiends to prisons. They regulate the powers of and between mankind and are sometimes known for shepherding souls to heaven.

Third Sphere:

Principalities/Authorities: These beings guide and protect nations and groups. They are depicted wearing a crown and scepter. They inspire arts and sciences. They encourage mortals to practice prayers and rituals that will bring them closer to God.

Archangels: God's messengers and protectors of nations and the events surrounding them, including politics, commerce, and warfare. Kinda strange that archangels are so low in the power structure since their modern depiction in fantasy is that of "leader" angels.

Angels: The lowest in the hierarchy and most concerned with specific living beings and their affairs. They provide aid and send word of miracles to mortals.

Zoroastrian Spirits

There are some angelic spirits in Zoroastrianism. They come in three different classes:

Amesha Spenta: Literally "beneficent immortals." These are just below the Ahura Mazda, the Supreme Being, in power level. There are six types:

Vohu Mano (Good Mind): They preside over cattle

Asha Vahishta (Highest Asha): They preside over fire

Khshathra Vairya (Desirable Dominion): They preside over metals

Spenta Armaiti (Holy Devotion): They preside over the earth

Haurvatat (Perfection): They preside over water

Ameretat (Immortality): They preside over the earth

Fravashi: Holy Guardian Angels. Each person is accompanied by one and guides them throughout their lives. Each serves an ideal which the soul should strive to emulate, so that the person they guard can become a fravashi themselves after death.

Yazata: "Adorable ones." These personify abstract ideas and virtues or objects in nature. They try to protect men from evil and there are wayyyy too many of them to list here.

Gnostic Archons

Ever wonder where the term Archon came from? Well the term itself is from a Greek political leader, but as a divine being it stems from Gnosticism and they are NOT lawful-good. This is also the place where the idea of a Celestial Hebdomad of D&D lore comes from (especially considering one of the D&D paragons is named after the Pistis Sophia, a Gnostic text).

The hebdomad of Gnosticism is a group of seven creatures called archons that created the world. They are servants of the Demiurge, a creator god (but not the actual God). They were seen as malevolent forces only slightly less evil than demons. The idea of the hebdomad itself originates from observation of seven celestial bodies: the sun, moon, and five other planets.

Yaldabaoth: His name means Child of Chaos and he is depicted as a lion-faced bronze serpent of fire. He represents the planet Saturn. After he was created by Sophia (wisdom), he basically said "I am God and there is no other God beside me" and proceeded to steal creative power to create six other archons:

Iao (a serpent with seven heads, represents Jupiter)

Sabaoth (dragon's face, represents Mars)

Astaphanos (hyena's face, represents Venus)

Adonaios (monkey's face, represents the sun)

Elaios (donkey's face, represents Mercury)

Horaios (represents the moon)

Then those archons went and made a ton of other angels, one for each day of the year. It's very complicated and I really gotta pick up a book about it because it sounds very interesting (and web searches show a lot of conflicting content!)

The Celestial Hebdomad (D&D)

I can't explicitly mention Celestia or the proper names of the hebdomad's members in my homebrew content for copyright reasons, but I can explain it in a Tumblr post (with no homebrew content whatsoever) for those that wanted to know!

The seven mounting heavens of Celestia is the plane of ultimate law and good in the Great Wheel Cosmology. It has seven layers and is populated by the archons. The highest seven Tome Archons rule among the seven layers as Celestial Paragons:

Barachiel the Messenger: Ruler of Lunia the Silver Heaven, the first layer. He coordinates Celestia’s defenses and serves as a herald. He is a patron of those bringing news.

Domiel the Mercy-Bringer: Ruler of Mercuria the Golden Heaven, the second layer. He protects the holy mausoleums in his realm.

Erathaol the Seer: Ruler of Venya the Pearly Heaven, the third layer. He is a patron of divine divination magic.

Pistis Sophia the Ascetic: Ruler of Solania the Crystal Heaven, the fourth layer. She is a patron of monk and embodies charity and truth.

Raziel the Crusader: Ruler of Mertion the Platinum Heaven, the fifth layer. He is a patron to paladins and opposes tyranny.

Sealtiel the Defender: Ruler of Jovar the Glittering Heaven, the sixth layer. He is the patron of Warden Archons and defends Chronias from incursions by impure creatures. Aspiring celestials see him for guidance to help reach the seventh heaven.

Zaphkiel the Watcher: Ruler of Chronias the Illuminated Heaven, the seventh layer. His light consumes all but the most pure.

Anyway, these are the sorts of things I’ve been looking at as I worked on Angel Week. I’ll have my new archons up later tonight so stay tuned! I’m mostly just formatting the images ;)

Side note: I’m not a scholar of this stuff but it does interest me. If you know more about these mythological beings outside of what’s here, lemme know!

[azraelcfdeath]

❛❛ You look like you need a hug. Come here. ❜❜ - Zaphkiel owo

She did. She really, really did. Even if the angel did her best to keep a neutral face. But the invitation for some physical reassurance was too great an offer to refuse, and Azrael immediately embraced the older celestial. 

“The world always feels as if it’s on the brink of war.” She didn’t mean to sound so... weak but the words rolled out before she could manage.  “I swear, I’m fine. I’m just overwhelmed.”

[willvalor-moved]

"Oh?" Azelf cried as Aurora flew past him and attacked Kippy with a hug. Kippy yelped in surprise and delight as the strange-looking Mesprit hugged her. Then she looked towards Azelf's sister, and back at the Pokemon hugging her, and a confused look fell over her face. Azelf smiled and pulled Aurora off of the tiny Mudkip.

"Relax for a minute! You two haven't even introduced yourselves properly!" He laughed and placed himself between Aurora and Kippy. "Now, let's start over. Kippy?" Azelf looked down at his friend, and she moved next to him. "My name is Kippy! I'm Azelf's best friend ever!" she chirped excitedly, before pointing at Aurora. "You look like Mesprit, but.." Kippy looked at Zaphkiel and Orion, then her eyes widened. "What in the world? Why do you guys look like the actual lake guardians? Are you guys Dittos, or what?"

((@born-of-willpower since I'm sick of getting notifs on my archived blog we'll continue here))

     "EEEEP!" Aurora cried in alarm as Mesprit lunged towards her and grabbed her hands. As Mesprit started talking, an embarrassed blush formed on her face. "Uhh.. thank you, but I'm really not that cool once you get to know me.." Aurora felt Orion smack her as soon as she said that.

     "Don't you dare start THAT again!" The mutant exclaimed, glaring at her. Aurora sighed as Uxie pulled Mesprit away from her. Zaphkiel gave Mesprit a sympathetic smile as she protested against her brothers. As the other trio teleported away, they looked at eachother. "Let's go," Orion told them, teleporting away. The other two followed suit.

[angel--finder]

heyyyy i got some memories so does anyone remember an angel with shortish fluffy blonde hair with an olive branch crown, a pretty large dinner plate halo, large iridescent white wings, a golden scarf thing with scripture on it, a satchel containing a trumpet, parchment, and lillies? I might have had feathers on my chest and on my face... and i think my wings would change color based on molt.. maybe? thank you so much!!

^^!!

-Mod Zaphkiel

[arbcrviitae]

❝ Oh…Um…Well I just can’t stop thinking…❞ - zaphkiel uvu

steven universe lyrics

“Tell me, my sweet child, what is on your mind?” Asherah asked, soft voice as She looked upon Her child, Her hands on his face, tender and loving, removing a lock of hair from Zaphkiel’s face, looking him on the eye. “Confide in me, whatever it is.”

[undertailrainbowtale]

liy hating on zaphkiel and taking a shit on his face

i dont want to.

[angel--finder]

hello there. has anyone met an angel with brown hair covering her vessel's face (she could not bear to see the human world), and crooked teeth and a beautiful grin? i have only met her once and i dearly miss her. she told me she was unholy but i believe she is in denial. she might have done something to be rejected from heaven.

^^^

-Mod Zaphkiel

[angel--finder]

Hello, siblings! My angelic name began with an H, and I was a feminine in appearance, with two white wings. They had a sort of opalescent sheen to their feathers. I had either 2 or 4 eyes, and a form where I had eyes on my palms, no mouth or nose, over 2 eyes on my face, and 6 wings still the same color/sheen. I more commonly used my humanoid form, though, as it was easier to move around in and more graceful! I knew angels named Nuriel (found), Akael, and Neatel (or similar). Anyone know me? : o

your wings sound very familiar!! i hope you find the angels you are looking for

-Mod Zaphkiel