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❛ There are certain things one shouldn't have to face in life. Time enough for self-reflection after. ❜ - from lucas!
there is no lack of sympathy for the children of god which the heavens have turned their backs on, even from death himself. sympathy does not beget the turning of blind eyes to sins, however. the look ankou gives lucas is disappointed at best, the subtle curl in his lips hinting to the reaper's own opinion of him. two steps forward, perhaps, but always four steps back.
gods own angel lacked a firm foot in reality, it would seem. there is truth, then, that good intentions paved his way to hell.
"and that is why you not only destroyed your own life, but took your sister down with you." despite the scathing remark, his expression is pitiable, his voice gentle. "had you reflected whilst still alive, you could have done any number of things to improve your circumstances. your sister was going to die, no matter the steps you took, when the hatred you fostered in your heart prevented you from taking the one path you could have to save her life. you should not have had to face those tragedies, no. but you did have to. how did waiting until your death to reflect on those decisions turn out for you, mortal?"
he is not a kind master. death rarely is. an understanding one, perhaps, but one that would coddle the sinners who sought redemption in the depths of hades, absolutely not. "if you continue to turn away from reality, you will never redeem yourself. i suggest you begin self-reflecting a little more deeply."
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#─── ♱﹒ ﹕ in character / i’m walking in your hauntingly beautiful shadow.#─── ♡﹒ ﹕ lesalut › lucas / all the saints of notre dame will sing the tragedy of our song.#lesalut
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#─── ♱﹒ ﹕ queue / death doesn’t discriminate and time doesn’t wait.#─── ♱﹒ ﹕ epitaph / come now‚ black dove‚ bite through these wires : i’m in a waking hell and the gods grow tired.#─── ♱﹒ ﹕ in character / i’m walking in your hauntingly beautiful shadow.#─── ♱﹒ ﹕ the watchman of death › ankou / stroke of luck or a gift from god? from the hands of fate‚ or the devil’s claws?#─── ♱﹒ ﹕ the queen › ceres / i know your soul is not tainted‚ even though you’ve been told so.#─── ♱﹒ ﹕ the knight › yves / you’ve been lonely too long‚ take a chance for your heart.#─── ♱﹒ ﹕ the rook › adolphe / were you ever lost? was he ever found?#─── ♱﹒ ﹕ the cannon › lucas / worship at the shrine of god’s lies‚ tell him your sins so he can sharpen his knife.#─── ♱﹒ ﹕ the pawn › mathis / monster‚ how do you feel? creatures lie here looking through the window.#─── ♱﹒ ﹕ the king › scien / pray a different way‚ by doing what you want and never‚ ever feeling shame.#─── ♡﹒ ﹕ lesalut › yves / my‚ my‚ those eyes like fire… i’m a winged insect‚ you’re a funeral pyre.#─── ♡﹒ ﹕ lesalut › lucas / all the saints of notre dame will sing the tragedy of our song.#simply dies
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