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»» ──────ஓ๑⚜๑ஓ ────── «« ❝ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ god, a saint, or a teacher ... so then, what even AM i? ❞

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@familyxforged (LILITH) || liked.

»» ──────ஓ๑⚜๑ஓ ────── «« ᴊᴜʟɪᴇɴ'ꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ odd, in comparison to those of other angels. they all so easily learned to fly, how to use their magic and conjure things that he could only dream of, but when it came to empathizing with others, he had a UNIQUE ability that no other angel he had ever come across seemed to possess. his senses had always been highly delicate, especially his hearing, and no matter what he seemed to be focused on, he could always hear tiny echoes of the thoughts of the others around him. he always thought it was a choice to use his telepathy, but it felt as though this ability was always on, completely cranked into overdrive. perhaps this was why he found empathizing with others so easily.

the young woman sitting across the room from him appeared to be ... troubled. he didn't want to be invasive, but he couldn't help hone in to the visions he could see passing through her mind ; a white dress, loud dance music, teenagers having fun, before they were INTERRUPTED by loud shouts, declarations of war, fighting breaking out all around her, a sharp pain in her chest, but it failed to meet the sheer level of rage she felt as she was attacked. he didn't know what it meant, but he got the sense of a deep level of significance of this chain of events. he crossed one leg over another, a finger tracing along his chin as he briefly met her gaze. ❝ ... something's troubling you. ❞

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»» ──────ஓ๑⚜๑ஓ ────── «« ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ hell wouldn't have been julien's choice of the year a few months back when he was just beginning to discover the truth about his past, about his family. he remembered how meek he had been, how afraid he was of being more shunned than he was when he was a child, his constant fear of rejection that tugged at his bones and kept him awake at night injecting a deeply moralistic view of the world and others through him like a deadly serum. when he was revealed the truth, however, he couldn't sit by in silence, couldn't let his father cling to his sins in an attempt to keep his oldest son tied to him at the hip like he always had been, as another vessel to FEED what he knew was wrong and never have to face his own mistakes. he was grateful he had failed his first attempt to kill his father ; not because he was still currently alive, but if he hadn't been caught, he wouldn't have been able to find his newfound love of this darkness inside of him, to be able to let out his demon side so freely in a way that he had never been able to back in aetheria.

the darkness was his to embrace now, and he welcomed it with open arms.

he passed his mother in the hallway, nodding to her as he followed the corridor to the center of the castle, swinging open the large doors and letting them SLAM behind him as he approached the table. there had been a gathering a few hours prior, the leftover treats scattered across the twelve-foot table. he spotted marceline sitting at the opposite end, plucking at her bass and enjoying one of the finger foods she had likely scavenged for in the rather messy leftovers scattered across the dining cloth. he found a free seat for himself, swinging his legs up onto the table and popping a lamb's eye into his mouth before turning to examine what the other was doing with her instrument. ❝ ... so, you turned an axe into a bass ... tell me how that happened. ❞

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@manneatcr whispered: 🍜 - For our muses to go out for a dinner date together. (Can be a friend date or date date idrgaf tbh)

»» ──────ஓ๑⚜๑ஓ ────── «« ᴊᴜʟɪᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ the last time he had gone out with someone just for fun. he wasn't the kind of person who often ENJOYED doing such things ; he strongly preferred to keep to himself, burying himself in his books and his research. but when damaris had asked him to go and grab a bite out with him, he didn't really feel compelled to say no, at least not as easily as he was normally. he felt oddly drawn to damaris ; she was friendly, affectionate, and seemed to understand him, more so than most other angels he knew. he figured that perhaps spending some time with her would help him understand her even further.

he sat across the table from her, keeping the provided napkin tucked into the collar of his shirt to prevent any drippings from getting onto his pure white suit coat and shirt. he took a small bite of the salisbury steak he ordered, wiping his mouth before meeting her gaze with a newfound curiosity. ❝ ... what drove you to asking me to join you at this restaurant? not many have expressed a DESIRE to spend time with me before. ❞

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»» ──────ஓ๑⚜๑ஓ ────── «« ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ have isn't a feeling you can run from. ❞

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»» ──────ஓ๑⚜๑ஓ ────── «« ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ that julien managed to get at night, most of it was disturbed by intrusive thoughts of what was wrong with himself and what he should do about them. they often ranged from a whole spectrum of severity ; he once figured that the best thing for him to do would be to fall from a cloud, trying to use the time he had to learn how to fly on his own before he hit something. others were more extreme, one instance figuring if perhaps he'd be better off living on earth or even with the demons. but how would he ever be ACCEPTED as one of them? he was an angel, brought up with extremely specific viewpoints and ideas of how he should live his life, and for most of those expectations, he was content with them. where else could he possibly fit in? he had no idea.

right when he was on the verge of falling asleep, his mind lingering between the world of dreams and the thought palace of where his trials often took place at this time of the night, there was a KNOCK at his door, and he instantly stirred, suddenly feeling fully awake. a few seconds passed before the door opened and in stepped damaris, a concerned look crossing her face. his brows furrowed as his fingers raked through his hair, wondering what could possibly be on her mind. ❝ ... hey, it's pretty late ... are you all right? ❞

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@manneatcr whispered: Dama: -gives a soft little kiss on the top of his head because half demons/angels need some lovin’ too- ☺️

»» ──────ஓ๑⚜๑ஓ ────── «« ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ kind beings, they had never been overly affectionate with each other. it was safe to say that julien was incredibly starved of touch, despite growing up with an extremely affectionate and fun-loving brother. even to be handled with such care and such grace by someone he was still getting to know gave him a MELTING sensation in his heart, not one that made him feel like he was losing himself, but one that made him feel safe enough to savor that feeling. he leaned forward, resting his forehead against the crook of her neck and folding his hands into his chest like a vulnerable child. sometimes he felt like nothing more than one, but damaris made him feel like it was safe, like it was okay to feel that way. he should learn to cherish it more.

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WHAT COLOR IS YOUR AURA ?

forest .

fern leaves, greenhouses, cloaks, bookstores, pine trees, chokers, snake scales. your essence is forest: you are insightful and intense, possessed by your thoughts. you seek the impossible; you are pulled between pragmatism and romanticism, never sure which is right. often you rest in the spaces between black and white, lost in theory. you are the observer. you are the hypothesizer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of green, sage, moss, and teal, who share your deep contemplation. you are also drawn to the imaginative souls navy and amber, who will help you grow and help you let go of the rational. however, you may struggle to get along with the theatrical personalities of magenta and gold who are too loud in their pride.

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WHAT COLOR IS YOUR SOULMARK ?

purple .

those who bear a purple soulcolor are responsible, conforming, and grounded. they prefer predictability over instability and do not take to change well. they prefer to follow a daily schedule to keep themselves motivated and on the path to success, and they don’t stray from their daily chores often. while they don’t like conforming to society, they also don’t like to stand out.

history and tradition are a big part of their identity. they hold family close to their heart, whether they are found or by blood, and have a high moral standard of themselves. they prefer to be supporting roles in people’s lives, often doing the hard labor to make sure everything falls in place.

since this is a serving type, they tend to become community service members and are most likely to volunteer to help their community. despite their need to help others, they are highly introverted and keep a close closed off circle of friends. it’s hard to break through their wall to become part of their circle, but it’s rewarding.

purple soulcolors are always worried about the “what ifs” and are more drawn to pessimistic or realistic outlooks on life. they are cautious around new situations and never expect they’ll succeed. they often feel misunderstood by society, since most types tend to lean on the optimistic side of life, and only want to point out things that may hurt others, but this causes them to appear like the “party pooper” of the group.

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WHAT SHADE IS YOUR SOUL ?

azure .

melancholy rests in your bones. you prefer the comforts of solitude, the safety. those who earn their way into your circle must be trusted, first. you have been wounded, and your tears colored your heart.

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PERSONALITY MEME .

Zodiac: Capricorn Myers-Briggs [x]: INFJ The Four Temperaments [x]: Melancholic-Phlegmatic Enneagram [x]: 9w1 Tri-type [x]: 964 Socionics [x]: EII Instinctual Variant [x]: sx/sp Big 5 [x]: RLUAI

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»» ──────ஓ๑⚜๑ஓ ────── «« ❝ … ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ not for my family, i too would be in a place that would be endlessly lonely, nothing to explain why i cannot fly or why i cannot use magic. i would have been destined to be alone, nothing but an outcast, someone higher angels would likely want exiled or even executed. if my magic cannot be used for the good of the three worlds, then i am but useless. thankfully, my father was able to be honest with me. now i am capable of magical ability and not at substantial risk for expulsion. ... at least, not as great as it was before i was able to utilize my abilities. it is odd how little things can change EVERYTHING in the blink of an eye. but it seems as though much has not been well regardless. ... i am likely not in the greatest position to offer this, given my own struggles with making things right, but do let me know if you require any assistance. ❞

“It’s complicated… it’s not exactly better than it was before.. just different…” Lilith’s voice seemed to carry a sadness as she looked down at her hands, two rings still laid on the ring finger of her left hand. “My father is- was… an archangel.. he’s dead now.. that’s why my life started to change.. one second I’m just a girl, plans to live a normal, happy life… the next I’m a nephilim, wanted dead.. but I guess compared to the alternative.. life is better with Lazarus. If I didn’t have him.. I’d be alone, or dead..”

“My brother and I couldn’t be more different.. a half demon and a half angel.. aggressive versus passive.. but now we’re becoming more and more similar, the deeper I’m dragged into this life I never knew existed.” She let out a sigh, twisting the rings on her finger. “I never asked for any of this.. I wanted to live a normal life.. I was going to get married, start a family, teach children.. now I won’t get that chance..”

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»» ──────ஓ๑⚜๑ஓ ────── «« ❝ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ certainly be a conundrum, and can change your life for better or for worse. ... it seems as though he has changed yours for the better, has he not? your energy gives me that impression. potentially, i was in a similar boat to you once. i was not sure how i felt learning i had a demon mother. knowing my lineage and the abilities she managed to pass to me, i was AFRAID for a long while that something would occur that would allow me to feel obliged to walk down her path. in the end, i decided against it and remained a neutral body. i am indifferent to it now as it seems. ❞ he paused for a moment, wondering what could possibly be flickering across those brown eyes of hers. ❝ everyone notes how different i am to my brother as well. he is very much outgoing, sometimes enjoys being a nuisance, and dare i say makes my father look bad on occasion. i, on the other hand, am not that person. i prefer to keep to myself and study astronomy and read about architecture. ❞

“I don’t usually bring him up- he prefers to keep to himself..” Lilith said, glancing over to him. “Everyone likes to say he’s the exact opposite of me.. and in most ways they’d be right.. he can be a pain.. he can be selfish, prideful, aggressive.. but he does have good in him- you just have to look.. I only found out about him… about… six years ago now..? All my life I wanted a sibling.. never thought I’d have a brother, let alone a twin.. it’s strange-“

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»» ──────ஓ๑⚜๑ஓ ────── «« ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ introduce themselves the same way julien did. perhaps she was attempting to make herself fit in by using the same phrases that the angels did. angels, while not overly OFFENDED if one introduced themselves the same way they did, still had a deep, empathetic sense to determine who grew up in aetheria and who didn't. some even know how to determine individuals between classes.

he tilted his head to the side, blinking innocently. ❝ nothing. you appeared lonely. like something was BOTHERING you. where you come from, it's kind to offer to get some fresh air and get something for someone else if they appear troubled, no? ❞

“Um… I’m Lilith… Lilith Alden- daughter of Stephen Alden…? He’s… he was a preacher…” She had to correct herself, as she did often lately… it didn’t matter how long ago it had happened… she had difficulty accepting that everyone she had loved in the past had to be referred to with ‘was’…

“I’m fine, really… just a bit dizzy, you know how it can be sometimes…” it wasn’t a lie… today the ‘voices’ we louder than usual.. and when they were this active it usually gave her a headache. Her brother Lazarus called it ‘angel radio’- though he was usually there to help her through it.

“I’m sorry- Julien… is there something I can help you with…?”

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»» ──────ஓ๑⚜๑ஓ ────── «« ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ got the sense that she was a mysterious girl ; he didn't need his overactive, hypersensitive empathy to let him know of that. but it did tell him that there was a lot on her mind, that there seemed to be a TURMOIL about her inner world that he wanted to learn more about. he leaned back against the chair in the foyer, a thumb reaching up to curiously lay at the middle of his lips.

❝ i do not believe we know each other. my name is julien deangelo of house deangelo, son of the prosperous and affluent malachi deangelo of the aetherian army and jury. ❞ he got the sense that she wouldn't quite understand what he was talking about ; she had somewhat of a foreign air about her. her mind told him of distant lands, full of buildings and dark cellars, everything commodified, a bloody past that she was haunted by. it was SPECULATION at this point, but his powers gave him an air of truth about where his own mind was going.

❝ are you all right? can i get you something to drink? ❞ he offered. he needed to get out of his room. he was never present at jury duty anyway, and he had never been PUNISHED for it. the hearing was almost thirty minutes overdue and he was growing rather restless.

Today she was distracted at best… the anniversary of the ‘accident’ always had her jumpy… it had been a couple years now, but she always felt like someone was right behind her… like an angel or a demon would leap from to woodwork, attack her again.. finish the job that they had started. Nephilim were wanted dead.. both by the Host of Heaven and by the armies of Hell.. her memories were drowning her today, seeing her friends die such violent deaths.. holding her boyfriend’s body in the aftermath of her battle..

When she met the other’s gaze she felt a panic in her chest… she could sense something off about him- something that was concealed from her. She typically had an easier time reading angels lately- but he didn’t fit the type as perfectly as she was accustomed. She had to lie, right…?

“It’s nothing… just.. must be that kind of day.. a little distracted.. that’s all. I’m sorry- do I… do I know you?”

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»» ──────ஓ๑⚜๑ஓ ────── «« ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴇᴡɪɴɢ ꜱʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ as he listened to her. he didn't know marceline to the fullest extent yet, but that familiar twinge of empathy, a side effect of his father's blood, rung deep in his chest as he heard her play. there was almost a deep sense of frustration, of annoyance, perhaps even resentment set within her body language. he was aware of her conflicts with her father, of how she wasn't INTERESTED in ruling the nightosphere, much more interested in indulging in life's pleasures than having responsibility set upon her. julien had been in the same boat himself. thankfully, being banished to the underworld broke those chains and opened the door for further conflict between hell and his original home of aetheria, but to what extent was that his responsibility now? he connected with one side of the prophecy and ran with it. the conflict between the upper and lower realms was not of interest to him. this was his father's mess to clean up, and in the meantime, julien didn't have to worry about messing up, about putting on the ' wrong ' type of image like he did when he was still in aetheria. he could be himself here, and he preferred it to be that way.

❝ well, if you ask me, killing two birds with one stone in terms of keeping the one who tries to hurt you in check is a good tool for distraction when you can't directly hurt or kill them. you keep them on their toes until they can't take it anymore, and then, boom, they're done and your task is over. you're finally free. ❞ the stinging image of his father caused anger to burn through him, almost feeling a FIRE light up underneath his palms. he wondered what other mystical powers his demon blood was hiding, other than acting as a force to counteract everything that came so naturally to the other angels. flight, magic, energy manipulation ... it never showed up in him. not even now.

❝ well, just so you know, i was banished here. daddy's an angel, stayed up in aetheria to protect his secret and destroy my entire world. couldn't give a shit otherwise, ❞ he SCOFFED, popping another lamb's eye into his mouth.

Coming to visit HER FATHER was never one of her favourite activities. At least the old man knew to fuck off for a few hundred years between each attempt to dig his claws back into her... each attempt to convince her to helm the mantle of the Nightosphere usually ending in a messy argument between the two of them. Slamming doors and closing portals! She's had it all with him, tired of the interference of those that never knew the way the politics of it all worked. Demons weren't exactly known for their warm and fuzzies towards their children, and Marceline had been cursed from the jump having been born half mortal. The fact that she'd twisted the odds in her favour had only ever been incidental than anything purposeful in her own quest for power. In fact, there was more distain for the fact than anything else, having been bitten by the vampire king and transferred his now emptied court as she wiped the last of their kind from the rotting surface of this earth had only been an act of bitter contrition on his behalf, and thrust into Marceline's rather unwilling hands...

Who knows? Maybe it would have been A RELIEF to find her end of days. But now she'd never know what that'd be like, and even her own attempts to shed whatever sludge that ran thick within her veins, it never turned out the way she hoped it would, only ever re-releasing that curse. Electricity sparks, and so does her acceptance. Thus...

Her presence here, a stormy boredom clouding here expression as she strummed at her bass, glance flickering upwards when a familiar face comes her way. Julien, Julien, who tried to take a rather impressive run at his father, but failed in the nth hour. Well. What's new. Marceline's BEEN THERE, AND TRIED THAT before, so she could halfway sympathise, even if their parents were almost a necessity to keep thing things tickity boom down there. Claws plucked delicately at the notes within her hands, angling it somewhat at the question offered up. "Oh, yeah. The family battle axe or whatever," that's the casual way of putting it, but she figures, they're of equal ground, vampire queendom or however it'd be put aside. "Dad's gift, and mine to do with what I wanted. I figured what better form of disrespect than to take an instrument of murder and making it an instrument of passion instead? Or is that just some teenaged rebellion bullshit? Whatever. Who cares? It plays the sickest licks, and he hates it, I think it's two birds, one stone. How'd you end up stuck here tonight anyways? I thought you liked terrorising outside of your dad's gaze."

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