#accepted: cassiel

[mikaelsrose]

abh theory time🧐👻

(pic by @asilyn04)

Raphael, Mikael, and Cassiel are obviously Archangels. The word "Father" is always capitalised when they say it, and together with the fact that the father is so important, I'm convinced the father is God. This, in turn, would make the guys' bosses either Seraphims, Thrones or Cherubims (although I'm not convinced about Cherubims. Cherubims work right next to God so the management could be them but I'm gonna wait until the next update before I form a definitive theory).

We've seen Raphael's angel form so there's no point in speculating about it anymore, but when it comes to Mikael and Cassiel there's a lot to talk about.

In chapter 6, Audrey asks Mikael if he found a trace in Claudia's home, and he says he did, but that it doesn't concern the case—does that mean he found a trace of his father?

Mikael:

The voice in Audrey's dream describes Mikael’s true face by saying he's cold and calculating, that he stops at nothing to achieve his plan, and that he sits on a throne on a mountain of corpses which, to me, is already a confirmation he is the biblical archangel. It was stated in his file that the responsibilities don't burden him, that he knows everything that happens in the manor, and that it's very hard to get him to lose his cool—just as it would be in god's second in command.

the chief of the angels and archangels.

He is considered a champion of justice, a healer of the sick.

It's telling how important Audrey is, then, since he loses his cool within a week of hiring her:

HOWEVER, since he hasn't been revealed to have wings and a halo unlike raphael, I'm thinking he could be a fallen angel.

I find it interesting that Mikael's inability to heal mental wounds is emphasised twice (before visiting Claudia and after healing Audrey) because—as @secret-fungi noticed—wouldn’t “he who is like God” be able to deal with something like this? Is this the price of his fall?

Furthermore, the fact Mikael mentions father testing him again makes me fairly certain that his father has already sent dozens of such cruel tests/punishments at him to give him a chance to prove he is worthy of a second chance—which is what I think his link to Felonia is.

Now, this is 100% a maaaassive stretch but hear me out. All we know about Felonia is that she's done a lot of bad things, she tries to earn a second chance from (probably) god, and that she has no friends or family left. My theory is that the Astrea employee that Cassiel failed to protect was related to Fel. That would explain why she doesn't get along with the guys and, if that employee was also a victim of the Beast, why she's “forced” to work with them.

Her bad relationship with Mikael being emphasised indicates two things:

She's done something very evil

It's another confirmation that Mikael as the “champion of justice” can't accept her disobedience and that's why he treats her so coolly.

Appearance-wise Archangels Raphael and Mikael look similar to our Raph and Mikael (okay, maybe just hair-wise but. Still!)

Cassiel:

Coming back to the voice in Audrey's dream’s descriptions, let's look at Cassiel's. The voice says Cas is always deep in thought, brooding and protective.

Archangel Cassiel is the angel patron of those overlooked, of orphaned children and enslaved people (which is why he feels so sad after spending time with Audrey and why he's so protective of her):

"Out of the darkness came light, and from that light were born the archangels, those who would lead the orders of God’s angels; those who would perform the most important tasks in God’s great plan for his greatest creation, mankind."

It was revealed in the last update that Audrey spent her early childhood in a religious sect, then was placed in an orphanage at the monastery, and while studying in college she didn't get to unwind too often. It's also said she's always felt terribly lonely—no wonder Cassiel is so protective of her.

During this update, Cas called ‘god’ Father, which could mean two things:

A confirmation that him, Raph, and Mikael are brothers > if they're all Archangels then in a “all angels are one big family” sense.

Mikael was tasked with finding Father and got to assemble his own avenger squad himself.

The question of Cas’ eyes remains—if he's an angel/archangel/heavenly being, why do they turn red?

Raphael:

Archangel Raphael is the voice of god which we saw in chapter two already. It's emphasised that his voice changes and he has trouble pronouncing words when Audrey eavesdrops on him—I believe that's when his father was speaking through him.

I've also been thinking about this emphasis on Raphael being condemned to death by his Father, and so far, that's all I've found:

Raphaël name means "God heals." This identity came about because of the biblical story that claims he "healed" the earth when it was defiled by the sins of the fallen angels in the apocryphal book of Enoch.

I think his death might be dependable on your stats and choices. There could be a good and a bad ending for him, for instance on high reputation he survives and doesn't have to die because you managed to defeat the beast, and on low reputation he dies for the sins of his brothers who lost the battle.

Now, look at this:

He is also a Patron of young people, Godly love, and people suffering from nightmares that may need protection that is supernatural.

After the poisoning, Mikael asks Audrey about her nightmares and whether he can help. I think Raphael could help her. Easily. But I'm also fairly certain they're looking for something in her nightmares OR the nightmares are necessary for Audrey to learn something.

So far that's all I have (I probably forgot about something). Shout out to @agattthaa and @secret-fungi 🦄

[berrysims-lp]

A full guide to Cassiel Reardon for @changingplumbob's challenge.

Cassiel, or Cass for short, is a Socially Awkward, Foodie, Ambitious woman who aspires to have her very own five-star restaurant and become a Master Chef.

She loves the colours Black, Green, Purple, and Yellow the most and hopes to make these her future restaurant's official palette. For the decor, she's hoping to go with a mix between Boho, Farmhouse, or even Garden style. Although they will still need to look like employees, she's hoping to implement a more Boho, Hipster, or Outdoorsy fashion style for the uniforms.

Cass enjoys many things, among them are Baking, Cooking, Gardening, Wellness, Knitting, and surprisingly, so is DJ Mixing. You will just never catch her doing anything related to Fishing, Gemology, or Video Gaming. I mean, who spends hours on something so non-productive? Not Cassie. No, Cassie likes Cerebral and Hard-Working Sims with High Energy to make all their dreams come true. She may sound all practical, but she does love the odd Emotional Decision-Makers, Optimistic, Romance Enthusiasts, and Family-Motivated Sims. Basically, as long as they are not Ambitionless, Homebody Rascals, she will be decently okay.

This wannabe chef loves getting to know people through Deep Thoughts, Discussing Hobbies and just loves Compliments - especially on her food. She will never deny some Flirtation or Physical Intimacy with people she likes, and much less will she refuse good Gossip, classic Pranks, or timeless Stories. She will probably hit you with a pan if you try to make Small Talk or worse... try any kind of Potty Humour.

And as we all know, music is what brings us together, and Cassiel is no different. After all, she loves creating some beats herself. She's not very picky and her taste ranges from Classical, Focus, Jazz, and Cottagecore Music all the way to Latin Pop, Retro, Carnival, and, of course, Electronica Music. Just please, whatever you do, do not play Soul or Singer-Songwriter Music. Cass believes there are too many of those around.

I have talked to Cass and she says she'd love me to be All-In in this challenge as she believes I know her the best. Since I'm her Watcher or something like that. She just wants to remind everyone her Watcher is in a -1 Timezone and therefore, is sometimes sleeping when everyone else is awake.

This dark green-eyed girl is a cis female, lesbian who uses She/Her pronouns. She is 100% disgusted by men (and girl, aren't we all) and is lucky enough to only be attracted to women because if sexuality was a choice, there would probably be no straight female out there.

Her parents, though, don't agree. They believe she is going through a 15-year-long rebellious phase only to spite them and that one day she will find a good man, settle down, and become the best stay-at-home mum. So she did what any badass woman would have done, she packed her bags and left their San Sequoia house to move to Newcrest, where she hopes to own a restaurant and start the biggest chain there is! Cassie is already committed to her dream, so when it comes to love, she tends to hyper-focus on one person at a time, but she is open to challenging herself with different boundaries and widening her horizon if her heart tells her to. As long as it's a woman who shares some of her beliefs, Cassiel is acceptive of advances.

And that, my friends, was Cassiel Reardon's introduction. I hope you all like her as much as I do (and it's not because I'm her Watcher, ok?). And with luck, she will find true love(s) in this little adventure of hers. 🦋

[calronhunt]

im curious about theo! wanna know more about the other fucked up mom

I'm still developing her out and figuring out her place in the plot, but She's special. I like her. Her theme song is No Children By The Mountain Goats like if that gives you enough of her vibe. but here's a couple bullet point facts off the top of my head.

She grew up poor. I'm not sure what her parents were doing/what her home life was like, but I don't think it was very good!

she got by on doing shitty little one man concerts in bars and stuff. any place that would let her play her guitar and sing. She met Ariel through this way (Theo flirted with Ariel first)

Was incredibly excited to marry into power and privilege with Ariel. She wasn't thrilled about having children, but she knew it was apart of ariel's duties or whatever

She wanted to pass on her love of music to one of her children, but bc of all the shit with Cassiel and then Cheating she kinda just gave up trying to engage with any of her children in a maternal way.

the only child she actually cares about is Cassiel. She pretty much ignores the other 3 (especially Raphael who she ALSO has normal feelings about looking so similar to Ariel)

Her and Ariel were genuinely in love when they were younger. Theo doesn't even look back at that time fondly though. She just chastises herself for being so stupid as to actually go through with any of this shit.

She's not getting a divorce with Ariel bc it would forfeit Theo AND cassiel's right to the Hellborn name and privilege. She would basically be cast out onto the slums, just now with her son. She's staying for Cassiel's sake and less for her own (Though she is also perhaps also doing it to torment Ariel a little bit. Just the tiniest bit of pettiness and revenge against Ariel for all the shit she did to Theo.)

this is a spoilery thing, but they're not going to reconcile. Their relationship is so severely fucked I don't think they can pick up the pieces even if they both genuinely gave it a shot. But at the point where they realize this about it, they've both come to accept that it just has to happen.

anyway this is her and ariel

[systastic]

hi hi! i know you do songtives but i was wondering if you could do a level 2 or a level 3 pack for a fandom song? specifically this one

https://youtu.be/Nbxu8jl_jVU?si=lvPgMolg9Mif94fh

the song is based on eridan ampora homestuck, which you can read his wiki if you want. but i was thinking about the pack being focused on the song specifically. tysm for your time!!

oh nice a new song to add to our collection /lh -🌳

I stepped in on this one as the vibe that was gathered from the song itself is very similar to “my” own experience as a headmate within our system and thus triggered me into the front. if this intrusion has impacted your request, I suggest resubmitting to this blog and asking for changes or asking a different blog for assistance in this. sincerely, umbra.

name :: cassiel, dolen, yachid, aarick, ekak, casimir, einar, ezhno, isel, mal, kafur, karikoga

age :: 27 ; optionally, thy may also be ageless entirely. the concept is confusing to nae either way.

pronouns :: prefers kye/kyr/kyr/kyrs/kyrself, hye/hyer/hyers/hyenself, rie/rhem/rer/rers/rerself, nae/nym/nyr/nyrs/nymself, se/syr/sym/syrs/syrself, thy/thym/thyr/thymself, or dae/daem/daer/daemself ; will accept it/its & they/them ; he/him used only as a last resort. often speaks of thymself in the second person through a descriptive lens.

roles :: loner, insomnaut, catalyst (finding the truth about kyrself leads to dark places no one else knows. alone, but never on syr own — a head full of fog with nothing to help comfort nym. something changes — a fundamental break — but as for what… isn’t quite known.)

species (suggestions) :: hybrid human ; ghost ; entity/daemon of solitude ; shadow entity ; no species at all (null creature)

gender identity :: acadelibre, impostoria, kenonightfield, crackedmaskic, mascnul

orientation :: whatever you choose doesn’t mean anything to kyr. casimir prefers being alone. to even broach the idea of connection with another person is to deny ezhno what constitutes kyr very being.

source :: ugly story (songtive)

aesthetic :: dullcore, soft macabre, sizz ; sitting on a rooftop by yourself, surrounded by a fog that mists around your shoulders and holds you close. no matter the distance between you and the world, it is never quite close enough. lonely, perhaps, but being able to find comfort in the absence.

appearance description :: dark and fuzzy as though looking into an oncoming fog. you may not see it at first glance. only on a second look will you notice cassiel. daer features are a mystery; dae are in shadow irregardless of lighting, leaving only the pale glow of daer irises as an indication dae are present. thy is humanoid in appearance but presents with wispy or smoky features such as wisps of hair floating from thyr head, fingertips bleeding ink clouds into the air, and thyr legs and other extremities being mostly transparent near the outer edges. einar is hard to distinguish on a good day. most report thyr existence as a vague “presence”, unable to distinguish who it is but able to feel someone in the area. thy prefer this: being “nothing” instead of “something” gives thym a sense of fulfillment / euphoria.

personality description :: perfect silence in all ways of the word: no speaking, no footsteps, no idle sounds of shuffling fabric as thy shift from foot to foot. it is off putting to some — why exist at all if your “existence” is nothingness? notably, aarick will not engage if provoked, harassed, or threatened: it remains silent and simply… watches as though nothing has happened at all. if other headmates are a Presence, ekak is an Absence: the unwavering static of nyr mind drowns out all else to the point of unfeeling. this is not apathy — no, there is not an emotion behind your actions. it is the absence of emotion entirely - the absence of bias, thought, or anything of the sort - that signifies syr existence.

likes :: the quiet calm that falls once all others have fallen asleep. the unwavering nature of night: dark and alone, unmodified, solitary yet not spiteful. a comfortable disconnect that lays between mind and body; having a degree of separation between the two ensures kyr presence in the first place. to be reminded of it brings a heavy-hearted pain dawning cannot stand. the ability to write about mal’s feelings and the sense of disconnect, putting these words to paper as a form of journaling. observation from afar is superior to personal connection - the chance of change or requirement of speech is too high - making this yachid’s preference over conversing or the like.

dislikes :: speaking in any form. to be solitary is a choice; speaking shatters the very choice that you made to begin with. being in the presence of others is what karikoga abhors the most. feelings do not come naturally when forced by others to exist. how can you be expected to feel when there is nothing to be felt in the first place? reminders that einar has a body is torturous. dae cannot stand the chains of flesh, being locked into physical form, being reminded that dae have to care for a body as though it were daer child. dolen prefers the intangibility of imagination over the confinement that is the body.

front triggers :: solitude. the heavy burden of existence on one’s shoulders. a sudden realization— this is not the home you know. this is not your place. this is not you. these things draw isel to the surface and leave daer presence lingering long after dae have retreated back to the comfort of the mind.

signoff :: 👑, ⚓️, 🐦‍⬛, 🩻, 🪦, ⛓️‍💥, 🗡️, 🖤, 💜, or ♒️

source is here. artist is @_ysther on twitter.

[nfumbewalk]

Getting Easier

Intranquil Spirit love spell about a year ago. Elevation candle in white with blue glass cover. The little chime candle has oils and herbs.

I didn't expect this to happen, but writing my book is becoming easier! Hopefully this continues. Now, most of the pertinent information is on Tom's laptop instead of my Kindle, thank God! I thought I wouldn't make it for a while. Sometimes I still have doubts about myself and my writing...

I found another modern necromancy book released this year, released by the publisher I was thinking about. This person's book is a more "normal and acceptable" sounding necromancy book. My information is very different because I've had help from my guide and a Demon. Channeling isn't acceptable. So, I will have to change some things if I want to publish. I won't lie or be dishonest - I will just omit information. This modern "gentle approach" necromancy is fuckin stupid.

I'm never mean or harsh to muertos but please don't kill the practice with a stupid "white light and rainbows" or "I'm soooo dark and I'm swathed in black...I love the dead, mmmm.." thing either. Dude, I'm in black too but that means nothing in regards to my spirituality and my practice. I love white as well, but hell, I cannot stay clean! Lol!

I'm pretty sure now where and what my practices come from exactly. They are based in Espiritismo and some other interesting methods that I've intuitively picked up over time. The first is Espiritismo. This hails originally from France, originally from the mid 19th century. Allen Kardec founded it. But Muerteria is not nearly a duplicate of spiritist practices. This is just one of the influences of Muerteria. I learned from a Cuban man about muertos very closely and gathered so much knowledge from many other Spanish/Latino religo-magical experiences that have richly colored and continually developed my Muerteria practice. And now, I'm just learning the meat and potatoes of the Spanish language! 😆 Durrr...I swear, I'm not dumb.

I just put all of these origins together, too. Santa Muerte says, "Jajajaja! " Hey! Stop laughing, abuela! She's like, "Told you so." Easy laugh I am for her. Think she loves me because I'm not boring and I keep her amused. Swear to God! 😊 Our bond is different than other devotees, mainly because I do not pray to her. I used to and it felt wrong to beg. I've never felt right. We agreed on focused meditative statements. And it works!

I got beautiful red roses for Santa Muerte today and a Caramello bar. I picked up liquor for Santa, Rodolfo, and Biffy. Decided on tequila and brandy. Biffy said definitely brandy for him, he doesn't care for tequila but he will accept it. Rodolfo is like, "Uh, tequila, always, man." Santa Muerte always gets mezcal or tequila. I wanted to get wine, but it ended up being a hassle to go to the grocery store. All of this was bought via a wonderful tip/donation from my client. 💖 I really appreciate him.

Things are unfolding again!?! A feeling I just got. What is going to happen? I keep thinking of my father-in-law, Chuck. Oh dear. And my mother-in-law's (his wife, Tom's mom) birthday is on the 6th...I hope nothing happens! I'm concerned that Chuck may pass soon. His heart is very, very bad and he's 80. He's got stents, Afib, multiple heart attacks, God knows what else. He's on blood thinners, more than one. Fhhhuuuuccckkkk. Don't die Chuck! He needs Michael. I should ask Michael to watch over him. Or Tom should ask his angel, Cassiel. Chuck is Catholic, think he'd appreciate it much. Perhaps I should look into this by necromancy or my cards.

I wrote a whole diatribe here and deleted it! It got rather controversial and I did not want to lose followers because of my opinions. My reserved parents taught me that "Opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one." Hey - they were reserved but not delicate in speech! Cool boomers though. They never took any drugs, unless my dad snuck in some speed. Dunno for sure though my dad never really changed his behavior. Oh! I gave him some weed cookie late in his life - forgot! He turned so cheerful and talkative!! He said his pain was gone, too. So much for oxycodone.

Tom gave my mom a joint but she never smoked it. I would have loved to been able to have given her some chocolate. I'm positive it would have erased her chronic pain like it helps my cramps and nerve pain. But marijuana wasn't legal until after she died.

Well, done here. Hope something I wrote is interesting.

M.M. 💖💀💖

[sweeterthanmydreams]

Angel 🎄

I had a lot of fun with the background & trying to get the right vibes out of the color palette; sampling colors from photos is powerful. The design is weak, but I enjoy crab-hands-Jesus so I don't care. Many thanks for sending me an emoji. u-u

[This is for the OC Doodle Asks meme, which I'm still accepting Asks for. You can art from previous times I've run it over here including a previous 🎄(Cassiel) & a previous Angel 🏥.]

[mathmusicreading]

My knowledge of Supernatural comes from gleanings from Tumblr and fics, slowly working my way through some SPN podcasts (basically I'm still in the early seasons, with some listening regarding Season 15), and checking out wiki pages, so I'm sure that skews my thoughts on Supernatural.

In-universe, Chuck refers to Castiel as the Angel of Thursday and we don't get exploration of his identity as Shield of God or Angel of Solitude and Tears. Angel of Thursday to angels must mean Angel of The Fourth Day of The Week, rather than meaning Angel of Thursday, Angel of Thor's Day the way it does to me as an English speaker, and I'm having thoughts.

I don't know how disrespectful it is to think of Norse mythology as just being mythology and not religion in the modern day, and that's not even taking into account Christianity creating the term "pagan" and having such a large, purposeful impact replacing and stamping out other religions. But as someone for whom that's not my religion, my feelings on the archangel Gabriel being Loki are generally acceptance because it isn't personal for me, because it's just fiction and also I believe in fiction being able to play around and express different things, and because to my ignorant self who thinks of Odin and Thor as being the most important Norse gods, it was respectful because it wasn't the furthest step over the line and immediately raising flags of sacrilege and blasphemy. So with those immediate thoughts about Gabriel and Loki, it's just a neat coincidence to me that Castiel has a tangential connection to a Norse god too in Thor because of Thursday.

But I like thinking about etymology and identity, and I've read that in real life some consider Castiel an archangel (but that was like the sum total information I found), so that makes it more fitting to me that Castiel's connection is with a greater Norse god, and also more appropriate for me to want to take Fourth Day of The Week as Fourth Day of Creation because of its greater significance and religious weight. In Christianity, the Fourth Day of Creation is the day God created the Sun, the Moon, and the stars, and I really like the idea of connecting Castiel to that because it's so celestial; it's poetic to me because of his identity as an angel and it's romantic to me because it's the Sun, the Moon, and the stars. My etymology and identity loving self should really try to read about the alternate interpretations of Castiel as an archangel and with the Cassiel and Qafsiel spellings.

It's interesting how meaning is taken not just from names, but from stories and specifically how stories are told. Gabriel first appears on Supernatural as an unidentified trickster god/demigod, and is referred to as "the trickster". Grammatically, in-universe the other characters mean " the" as in "the one we're dealing with". But the way storytelling and audience interpretation work, the weight of his role as a returning character and the lack of other trickster gods ever appearing on the show (Mercury is described without the trickster title, and for this I'm counting Loki as one with Gabriel) make it like "The Trickster", like he's the paragon of trickster gods, the most significant and powerful one.

If you just know that and that he's also Loki, that's like a compliment to Loki and to Norse religion/mythology. But there's more to how the storytelling affects the evolution and interpretation of the character. Gabriel's appearance as an anonymous trickster is in Seasons 2 and 3, and the revelation of his identity as the archangel Gabriel is in Season 5. That reveal without further explanation or backstory creates the assumption that Gabriel either created a random trickster identity, created that particular trickster god's identity and that trickster god is invalid, or stole a trickster god's identity (possibly having killed that trickster god)--and the assumption that all trickster gods are lesser to him and lesser to Christianity. To be fair trickster gods were already described as being like demigods, but still it hits different. These are kind of insulting to Loki.

Specifically, Gabriel's (archangel) identity is revealed in early/mid Season 5 and he's identified as Loki, specifically, as a trickster god in late Season 5 and then in Season 13 actual Loki appears and it's revealed how Gabriel came to take on his identity. Having Gabriel's trickster persona identified as Loki without further explanation or backstory for so long, that storytelling leaned into the audience interpretation that Loki might be invalid as a Norse god or that Gabriel might have harmed him when stealing his identity. That origin story finally comes out and it turns out that Gabriel helped Loki and was allowed to take on his identity with Loki's permission and to mutual benefit, but still the (lack of) storytelling up to that reveal is disrespectful to Loki. The actual storyline with Loki also doesn't treat him great.

But it's not just about how the storytelling's pacing influenced audience interpretation of Loki, it's about how it influenced the audience's interpretation of Gabriel. For so long the audience knew Gabriel with Loki's face and characteristics, and so that's how he is to the fandom. I could just be wrong because my Season 13 knowledge is so sketchy, and I don't really seek out Gabriel content so probably I just haven't encountered other people asking these questions and posing these ideas: Is Gabriel actually like Loki's trickster persona? Did Season 13 establish that that coincidentally helped with Gabriel taking on Loki's persona? Or does fandom just run with that characterization because that's so much of how they know and like Gabriel pre-Season 13 and they know so little of authentic Gabriel even post-Season 13? Where are the posts reconciling headcanon by saying Loki was a good identity to fake because Gabriel already had a trickster-like personality and liked sweets, or that Gabriel became the mask? I love the idea that Castiel came to identify with Jimmy Novak's appearance as his vessel as his own human appearance, but what about Gabriel? He doesn't even have his vessel's appearance to latch onto and identify with; he's been using Loki's visage the whole time. What are Gabriel's feelings on owning Loki's appearance as his own when he's always kept it packaged with acting like Loki (unlike other angels who separate appearing as their vessels and still being themselves) and given his not modifying it as the secret of his identity has come out and there's been less point keeping up the ruse? (Admittedly, when his true identity as Gabriel was revealed, it was on a small scale and: there was still worth in not dropping the Loki persona for his own sake, he needed to preserve appearances for Loki's sake in their mutually beneficial deal, and until he killed Loki he had the option of fully taking on Loki's identity. (In fact, he still had that option after killing Loki, it just wouldn't work with the people who knew he killed Loki.))

[saintescassiel]

Cassiel 𓆩✧𓆪 Available Connections

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𓆩✧𓆪 Enemies (0/?) ⛧

Angels in good graces with the father and demons of any kind automatically start on sour terms with Cassiel. There are also those who may feel wronged by him, especially following the typically twisted outcomes of his contracts. Additionally, Cassiel has a personal distaste for truly evil beings and those who take advantage of others simply for the fun of it.

𓆩✧𓆪 Acolytes (0/?) ⛧

Cassiel is far above the prospect of parading himself around as some false prophet; the act itself would be an affront to his new beliefs against senseless worship and servitude. Despite this, there's nothing to stop a few curious individuals from pledging themselves to the fallen angel and his abilities. Cassiel would do little more than pity these ‘acolytes’ and their misguided devotion- however, he may secretly come to enjoy the praise and attention that they bring.

𓆩✧𓆪 Dealmakers (0/?) ⛧

As an intercessor, Cassiel enjoys making clandestine 'contracts' with other beings. These contracts begin as deals which wield a wide range of possibilities within the limits his powers- from manifesting valuable objects, to accessing obscure knowledge of past and present, to manipulation of memory, and more. As with any service though, these deals come at a price. In exchange for his assistance, Cassiel will first request a favor from the dealmaker. If the favor cannot be redeemed, Cassiel will politely refuse to comply. If the dealmaker abides and completes the assigned favor, Cassiel then enters a final contract with them, honoring their request to his interpretation. To those who still seek the aid of the former archangel, a word of warning: be wise and precise when phrasing your desires.

𓆩✧𓆪 Friends †

It's a laborious endeavor to obtain Cassiel as a true friend, and for good reason. He's an exceptionally worthwhile ally to have. Cassiel is much less likely to ask for favors from those he’s close to in exchange for his powers, and will occasionally use them to make his loved ones' lives a little easier. Setting his practical uses aside, Cassiel also has the capability to be quite valuable in other 'friendly' matters. Given his previous title and credentials, he is possibly the best individual anyone could go to for advice and support.

𓆩✧𓆪 Familial roles (0/?) †

Angels are beings with naturally strong ties to one another, however archangels are particularly close. Each archangel is handcrafted by the father himself, making them a family. If only internally Cassiel truly does miss his siblings, who were the scarce few he’d ever actually laid eyes on while restrained to the seventh sphere. He may be prone to unknowingly bonding with others who he deems share similar attributes to his divine kin.

𓆩✧𓆪 Active obsession (1/1) † or ⛧ Evangeline ‘Evan’ Meyers

A particularly conflicted soul or one undergoing a great struggle will undoubtedly attract the attention of Cassiel. It’s rather difficult to shake an eternity's worth of instinctual angelic guidance, even after plummeting from the heavens. Cassiel will often appear around and provoke this individual more frequently, until he feels satisfied with their eventual resolution.

𓆩✧𓆪 Romantic interest (0/1) †

During his short stay on Earth, Cassiel has discovered himself to be an unexpectedly sentimental creature. While he plainly doubts he’ll ever meet an equal to that of his own gracious standings- the truth is that he just hasn’t found anyone he’s connected enough to emotionally. In terms of a romantic partner, he would be most drawn to a trusted individual who is honest and upfront, accepts and is supportive of both his origins and flaws, and takes the time to genuinely listen to him. His love languages include words of affirmation, quality time, and acts of service.

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𓆩✧𓆪 Symbol key: Connections marked with the holy cross (†) indicate relationships that would serve to help Cassiel mend his graces with the father, and regain his position as an archangel. Connections marked with the inverted pentagram (⛧) indicate relationships that would serve to turn Cassiel further away from the father, directing him toward an eventual demonic conversion.

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[angelmilkdreams]

Hi ♡ how are you ♡? In case you're still taking asks I wanted some advice on how to ask Archangel Cassiel and Chamuel for guidance and assistance. Like , do I need a specific prayer or I can just meditate , clear my mind and speak their names and say what I need some help with, or even use some tarot?

Some people around spiritual communities say angels and archangels are " hard " to work with because they are pretentious and they cherry pick who they help, because you need to be worthy in their eyes. This made me extremely confused and think that I will bother with my problems.

Hello!

There are various ways to get in contact with them from journaling, praying, meditating, visualizing, talismans, crystals, candles, etc

Meditating helps with stillness and quieting the minds internal dialogue so that you can stop and listen to the “divine voice”

There’s also various lists of prayers that you can add while meditating like, “Thank you archangel Chamuel for helping me with finding what I am looking for,” or “Thank you archangel Cassiel for helping gain stillness”, etc

It’s takes making room for them and holding space for them to assist you

The important thing is to know that you are deserving of their help and they are eager to help. They are entities of unconditional love and are always willing to assist you and help you grow.

Due to the law of free will, they cannot help those who truly do not want to be helped, and this can be through their own fears of feeling underserving of help or even unconditional love (which can also stem from childhood traumas, etc). Plus the fact that we live in a hyper independent society where being asked for help is being seen as looked down upon.

- this is also why working with angels can be seen as “hard” because they “see” you for who you really are and people can be afraid of opening themselves up authentically and are afraid of their true feelings and who they really are aside from what others tell them who they are or who they should be, it’s also why people can be afraid of being “isolated” or alone for too long because they don’t like who they are when they are truly alone

- Wanting love can feel very vulnerable but don’t feel bad for asking for it

- How you work with the angels reflects how you feel about yourself, so it’s important to not be so hard on yourself, practice self compassion, self forgiveness, self acceptance, being kinder to yourself, and giving yourself the love that you desperately want others to give to you. Only you can decide if you are truly worth it.

- When you feel deserving/worthy, it helps make room and space for them in your heart and in your life to help you

The angels are here to help us with every inconvenience whether it be big or minor. They would rather us ask for help with the minor inconvenience and irritants so they don’t build up to something greater

[gildedwar]

@vonerde asked: ❝ it’s okay. it’s me. it’s me. it’s me. look. look…it’s me. ❞ for João

Unprompted, always accepting

Her voice is soothing, like wind through trees and rain dripping into the fountain— yet there's no comfort received. Though she attempts to comfort him, to get him to stop looking at the body within the murky waters he cannot. Blood coats his body, handprints along his torn white dress, hands stained— he's not the heart to even rinse, he had simply collapsed here beside the tree line.

The tears had not stopped since he'd killed him, a deep nausea rising in his throat as he watches the body float. He's thankful that he is face down, he doesn't think he could bear to see his face so still— pale and lifeless. His blood still seeps within the pool, coloring its picturesque blue in a startling red and his stomach lurches, though he manages to not expel the contents of his stomach.

He already had, after all, he doubts there's anything left.

"I......... I killed him." His voice is hardly above a whisper, as though he can't believe it— and in some ways, he can't. It feels like a dream, a cosmic joke and he's never felt more alone within this world— even as the goddess attempts to speak with him. He glances up at her, eyes large and concerned as they gaze upon him. The eye contact does not last before it's drawn once more to the still water. "I-I didn't..... I.........." His words fade out, and a sob breaks through his body, ripping through his throat and the lump within it.

Pain floods him, not from the injuries he'd sustained, but from the injuries he'd inflicted. He's crumbling from the inside out, hands shaking and though he's breathing his body screams for air. He wishes he had never woken up from his spell, that he'd stayed blissfully unaware, sleepwalking through lifetime after lifetime. Those who say it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all had been wrong— they had been wrong.

How selfish he was to allow Cassiel to drink from the fountain. They could have had years together but João was greedy as the men who came to his fountain. Years were not enough, he wanted forever. And now? Now they have nothing.

"What do I do?" He feels so small, so alone. Begging to a goddess that is not even his own, abandoned by his. Had she been gone all along, or had this last act been the final straw? Did she still walk this earth, or had she too passed on? He doesn't know, he isn't sure he wants to know. His hands shoot out suddenly, sticky with gore and certainly not appropriate for touching a goddess—and yet he clings to her wrists, fingers strong as steel. "Tell me what to do."

Even as he begs, he knows she doesn't have an answer for him, that there is nothing she can do for him.

[theholycovenantrpg]

CONGRATULATIONS, TARYN! YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF CASSIEL.

Admin Jen: You entranced me with your vision of Cassiel from the first moment, Taryn. The way you introduced the themes of beauty and power, explored the entanglement of the two, and linked it all to Cassiel was so compelling, and I loved the way you expanded on it later on and tied it into your future plots. There is such tangible power to your portrayal, and every single portion of the app burns with it -- not just in a manifestation of Cassiel’s hunger, but in a captivating expression of its intensity and prowess, the way it bleeds into every aspect of who she is. I can’t wait to see her wreak absolute havoc on the dash! Please create and send in your account, review the information on our CHECKLIST, and follow everyone on the FOLLOW LIST. Welcome to the Holy Land!

OUT OF CHARACTER

ALIAS

Taryn

AGE 

21+

PERSONAL PRONOUNS

She/Her

TIMEZONE

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HOW DID YOU FIND THE GROUP?

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IN CHARACTER

CHARACTER

Cassiel

WHAT DREW YOU TO THIS CHARACTER?

Beauty fascinates me, and it has in a various number of ways for several years. I’ve written about it in plenty of variations, but never seen a character that investigates so deeply the query of what happens when beauty is not only undeniable, but perfect and absolute to the point of literal personification. I see Cassiel and her beauty as the cup that fills to the point of surface tension: she exists in the incorporeal space above limit, law, natural reason, always on the edge of overflowing. When you talk about her beauty, it’s no longer about the simplicity of being beautiful, but of the concept itself, the embodiment. What I kept coming back to when thinking about Cass was the adage Absolute power corrupts absolutely, and stems that flowered from it: could one replace the word power with beauty in that statement and have it be wholly, undeniably true? Why or why not? Where do we rank beauty among the concepts that we agree, in society and heart and literature, reign above all others: power, love, hate, goodness, evil. What is its place, or does it have one at all? Which of the others are its twins, which are its enemies? Is it merely symptomatic of one of the others; if so, can it be corrupted? Literally, what is beauty?

Even moreso, what is it to exist in a state that embodies any of these notions so completely? How does it grow or gnarl the soul, what are the effects and blessings and curses of living in this strange way? 

I know that’s a lot of questions rather than answers, but I think that’s almost my point: Cassiel is not just a character I already feel I know intimately and love for what I see, but a vessel through which I get to explore things I can’t (and don’t yet want to) answer. That’s super exciting to me — a character I not only adore now, but gives me the license to question.

WHAT FUTURE PLOTS DO YOU HAVE IN MIND FOR THIS CHARACTER?

It makes sense to me that on the whole, Cassiel’s plot points should be very interaction- or dynamic-driven. That certainly isn’t to say that Cassiel isn’t self-motivating or responsible for her own actions — because she certainly is — but that in the narrative defined of her character so far, the crux of what drives, propels, and motivates her always seems to be something external. Where she once craved adoration and veneration, now her appetites have swelled to power and worship — a goal that, while perhaps somewhat singular and inward, is still defined by its far outer reach.

So on that note! The plots I’ve expounded on below largely hinge on varying relationships and interactions with other characters because I’d love to explore that thematically: that as selfish as she is, Cassiel needs others.

HUNGER THAT DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE. I don’t particularly care for ascents that are made without meeting a loose-fitting rock, or grasping a serpent tail when you think you’ve reached a vine. Though I can imagine an end where Cassiel takes her seat upon the throne she now paws at, I’m almost more interested in the steps taken to reach that conclusion.

( A ) In the same way that Cassiel named the Cherubim without anticipating all outcomes and consequences, I feel that her current pursuit of power is half-abstract and in some way not fully formed. She eyes Caelum’s throne because it is the most readily available sight, but I don’t believe Cassiel has considered strategy for what might be done after ascending a throne (whether that be in the seat itself or directly at its side), nor even if Caelum’s rulership is the most viable for her position/wants/needs. She is clever, ambitious, ruthless in many regards; she has the hunger and shrewdness to potentially make her way to the highest seat, and has proven her resourcefulness via her renewed place among the Virtues. But what does she know of rulership? Of queendom, of subjects? Nothing. She knows undeserved and total veneration, which is another thing entirely. I want to see this reflected in her initial actions as the roleplay opens: half-blind movements and machinations, a kind of elegant stumbling towards an ill-defined end.

( B ) I think Viktoria is right in some way to await a misstep, to judge her as over-eager and insatiable. Much like my view of Cassiel’s beauty as the lifted bit of water that rests above the edge of a cup, I think that same surface tension is an apt way to describe her ambition currently: overfull and ready to spill over for the first tremor. An appetite so large and desperate will consume the other things around it, in this case Cassiel’s tact: she is going to pitch herself into the first opportunity that opens itself wide enough, potentially at detriment to her overall plan (or reputation), though not necessarily. The actual action of this plot is vague and undefined because it’s not really something I can craft (instead something that should come up naturally within the game/other characters), but I’m not so picky about what it is so long as it affords the space for Cass to leap without looking in her pilgrimage back to greatness.

ONE TASTE IS ENOUGH. Once you’ve fed a hungry woman, what does she grow into? Again to draw from my overfull cup metaphor, my thought is that once a measure of her starvation has been sated by the initial jump mentioned above (whether it has positive, negative, or neutral results), it is essentially poured from the chalice that is Cassiel’s soul. Having executed her first (in-game) move or scheme, there is now a space inside her no longer occupied by desperate, demanding hunger which once filled everything to the point of bursting — allowing a space that gives her the ability to think more clearly, with greater nuance. This is when her machinations begin to build in true.

( A ) She starts to examine what it is she is aiming for, both in what is required of Caelum’s rulership and if that specific seat is best suited for her and the final result she craves. Viktoria is a good candidate for this, should they be willing to mentor her further, but I think the better option is to have Cassiel observe others in positions of power — Zadkiel, Damien Ward, Michael. She excels at endearing herself to others, which would likely be the course she takes, though the roads with Zadkiel and Michael are perhaps more winding than Damien’s. Zadkiel is going to have his own plot/bullet point, so I’ll expand on that later. Michael is a convoluted and dangerous relationship, but one that I feel Cassiel will seek out when she comes into her violence: he, technically, is responsible for all that was taken from her. Though cozying up to the King may be arduous or out of the question to do perfectly, helping to fracture the trinity of Michael/Gabriel/Raphiel from the inside. If he will not love her, then no others shall love him.

( B ) Her action, even by way of inaction, becomes very purposeful: in essence, after a potential failure, Cass will begin to lay out the strings to the final nest she plans to take. I do want to see Cassiel forge her way onto a new pedestal, one raised even higher than the pillar she sat upon previously, and that is the overarching narrative I’d like to take her on as a character — but I can’t say I’m 100% sure that it will be Caelum’s throne or the right-hand of it. Though Cassiel is experienced in crafting and stoking veneration, and therefore the authority that comes with it, the ladder of power and the games one plays to climb it are new to her. As she makes this climb, I expect she’ll find rungs she did not anticipate before, possibilities and avenues she could not have realized previously. Perhaps her attention will shift to the Tridium, her envy taking her by the leash and leading her to overthrow Gabriel in order to debase Azazel and remove her as the Moon. Maybe she will band with Viktoria and the Horseman. Mayhap she’ll create a new allegiance and look to usher in an Age of the Lotus, where everything must be drowned in mud before it can emerge beautiful and petalled (and what is she, if not the pinnacle of these things?). In plain, my goal is to see her shoot for the stars — which burning sphere she lands upon is not the most important part.

A WINGED BEAST. I love, love, love her connection with Azazel, and I want to see it go absolutely nowhere good. Particularly, I want to use their dynamic to open up the dark spot her petals have closed over and kept concealed since she was created, the truth buried below all others: that she is an animal. That she could have only ever been an animal, nothing more or less graceful despite her wings, for the way she has lived as One Thing and One Thing alone, like mindless predatory beasts who know only bloodlust and the pursuit of satiating it. Cassiel has weaned on, lived, and hunted for that one thing — adoration above all else, above all others — and so Azazel stands as the highest adversary and natural enemy. Because of that, it is her alone that could drag out the latent and feral nature of Cassiel, and I want to see it arise in a way ugly, cruel, and wild. I see a kind of genuine savagery at her core, animalistic in the sense that it’s natural and arcane, esoteric and terrifying in the way we used to recall angels of the hundred-eyes and bright blaze. Let Azazel have another victory over her, be it immense or mild, and drag the carcass of Cassiel’s defeat in front of her to see how the frenzy starts. I want to see Cassiel lose all composure, both as a delightful creature and as an Angel of Virtue, and bare her teeth — perhaps even literally. She wields a sword well, but a weapon is too refined for the kind of rage — teeth and claws are better suited for something so furious. Aside from this manifesting in potentially a literal and physical attack on Azazel, I imagine this moment further alerts Cassiel into not what she is becoming, but what she has always been. Unlike Arianne, who I think shares a great deal thematically with Cassiel, I don’t believe Cass is quite as vindictively-natured as the human. If she is cruel, it is not usually for the direct purpose of watching another suffer; it is merely that the act of cruelty is natural to her in the same way that a predator sinks its teeth into a doe without remorse. To offer a quote to sum it up, Peter Beagle in The Last Unicorn: “‘Cruel?’ She asked. ‘How can I be cruel? That is for mortals.’ But then she did raise her eyes, and [...] with something very near to mockery [...] she said, ‘So is kindness.’ That is essentially what I mean when I say as an angel, Cassiel is animal and savage and cruel and immaculate all at once, but in a way entirely unlike the humans. I don’t even necessarily feel this contradicts or cannot cohabitate with her saccharine nature, that which remains iridescent and lovely. She exists in multitudes, some of them made of spun-sugar and full of wonder, others death-touched, and that is what I see Cassiel fully coming into as Azazel’s opposition drives her mad: I am wild, and wild things know no Kings. Let her eye turn to Michael with new understanding.

THE LITTLE DEATH, MANIFESTED. I see this as potentially contingent from the previous bullet, seeing as this kind of rage needs a catalyst, but as a fun little aside (maybe more of a headcanon??) I’d love to see Cassiel kill a mortal NPC in the middle of sex — unintentional, perhaps, though not necessarily. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen The Boys, and please do if you haven’t omg (and tiny spoiler ahead!), but there’s a scene where a superhero character has sex with a regular human while on a mind-altering substance. She ends up crushing his head in the middle of cunnilingus. That’s essentially the vibe here. 

LAMB BLOOD ON THE ALTAR. Just like with Azazel, I adore Cassiel’s connection to Zadkiel.

RUN. Zadkiel exists, undeniably, as a keystone to Cassiel’s better nature. She has changed from who she was, certainly, and the shift has seized from her much of that which might be called goodness — still, ebbing portions or ghost-limbs of it remain. As does the loose thread of guilt, which Cass knows only Zadkiel’s hand can find and tug. To that end, and what I feel is most likely for the very start of game play, is Cass still trying to run from him and avoid any interaction.

TURN. The benefit of the sheep is that it can be sheared a hundred times, though slaughtered only once — so Cassiel must hope that this is one more coat she can shed before Justice, showing him a pink skin and claiming I am borne anew. I am remade. I have risen again, like God’s own son. Likely after realizing she is not yet ready to take on Michael’s throne and therefore needs aid, Cassiel may attempt to endear herself once more to Zadkiel, the angel once so dear to her. 

HOLD. This is definitely equally up to how Zadkiel’s player feels and wants to portray their relationship, but I have a very strong feeling that Cass adores/adored Zadkiel to the point of — possession, maybe? Particularly if their relationship starts to repair in any shape (even through Cass’s falsehoods), I could see her teeth growing sharp over the relationship/bond he has with Isolde; a matter of jealousy, a repetition of what she is subjected to feel in Azazel’s presence: second place. Singular-minded as she can be, this could derail her overarching plans for the momentary sabotage of their relationship, or of the Priestess herself. Another aside: Cass shifting herself to match Isolde’s visage when speaking to Zad? Phew.

THE KNIFE YOU HAVE CHOSEN. It would be a mistake to assume that a thing you chase your whole life is not hunting you in turn — the man that goes into the jungle with a gun is not safe from the tiger it follows; the wielded blade does not blunt itself for the hand holding it. For all Cassiel devotes herself to the attainment of idolization — for all that cunning and guile — it has to be said that she, too, is in some capacity ruled by it. To that, I have a couple thoughts on how her obsession bites back:

Cassiel at the dais of another, sprawled at their knees, arms draped over their thighs, head in their lap. I love you as I never did God, she says. I worship you as I do myself and none other. Child, they purr. Angel, that’s blasphemy. Yes, she agrees. Give me my sin again. I’d like to see her have someone she wholly, thoroughly venerates in a way that surpasses her previous affections for God. They don’t, and perhaps could not, rival her love for herself — but it could be challenged. I love the idea of the duality within her: the capacity to put herself before all others, ever and always, and the flaw in her mechanism which sees Cassiel naturally inclined to offer herself as a devotee, made as she was as His creation, His pet. That isn’t to say such a thing comes about easily, that her soul yearns for someone to kneel before, nor even that God had her heart in such a manner — I lean to the idea that he never did, and her place as Cherubim was merely situational; that Cassiel would have had her seat aside any All-Knowing Being, no matter who it was. But to think that perhaps there is an individual who would ignite this impulse again after having laid dormant for so long, or perhaps never truly emerging, is delicious. I feel it would have to be a complicated, consuming relationship, something braided with romantic love and lust (or what angels can feel of these things). They would also have to be exceptionally wicked or brilliant, carrying attributes that Cassiel wishes for herself, and an individual who she wishes to make a proper mate and to rule beside or jointly. Then, ideally, I want to see them discard her. Perhaps they outgrow her, or never truly returned the affections she gives so endlessly, only using her for their own ascent — it doesn’t matter. But I think it would be a delicious parallel to have her worship at the altar of another, only to be ripped into nothingness the way she allowed the Cherubim to be.

(...) the mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive. — Laurie Anderson explaining her attraction to Moby-Dick. Admittedly I’m running a little short on time now so please forgive the sloppy explanation, but essentially what I want to see here is another instance where her obsession with receiving ardour bites back. I don’t have a super specific instance for this to happen, though I’d think the best bet right now is through Cade — in the depths of despondency, how far would she go to feel idolized once more? What landmine would Cassiel, in her mania, step upon when running to a false dais? Let’s see, pretty please.

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WITH KILLING OFF YOUR CHARACTER?

It depends on how I’ve managed to grow Cassiel, and what I see for their arc going forward. I find it a little hard to say from the far-off place at the starting line, but at the moment I would say if there’s a point where Cassiel dies, it would be far in the future -- and most likely, after she has attained a new title or power.

IN DEPTH

DRIVING CHARACTER MOTIVATION.

I feel like I ruminated on some of this in the Plots section (SORRY), but to say it plainly, there’s a marked severance to Cassiel’s motivations before Michael’s mutiny and after, one as clearly demonstrated as the differentiation she has in favour and position between then and now. Prior to Michael’s usurping and the culling of God and his Cherubim, in the early centuries of her existence, Cassiel was likely an angel most lacking in motivation, plan, or plot — and perhaps that’s why even the angels fell for her, even virtuous and zealous Zadkiel. She knew no want, and therefore could not ask for anything, even within herself: all that she might have required or lusted after was delivered to her, any ache balmed before it could bloom, every cut mended before it could be administered. But as it is with all creatures, even those beloved above all but Him, there is a thing in the center of a soul like a hard pit in a stone-fruit — and if borne empty, it will fill in time. One cannot exist without want. So, naturally, she grew to crave what she was being fed: veneration, adoration, love. But to say that that was all young Cassiel desired would not be true, because she had those things, and one does not covet the treasures already held safe in your chest. She was given mere reverence and devotion, so the want could only be something worse: to be the best of them all, second to only God himself in the reception of affection (and where God was cold, she was all sweet-passion warmth; there could be no comparison). She had to be the most revered, the pinnacle of adoration. And for a time, she was that too. So her motivation, than, was preservation: to retain what was had, to bask in glory. To only ever see beauty, and to live as the embodiment of it.  Which is exactly what makes the fall so bone-deep in its lashing: her singular driving force was taken in hand and cracked over the knee. 

After Michael and the Angels mutiny against God, preservation became synonymous with survival. Now, what motivates Cassiel is what drives any losing dog in a fight: fear, envy, spite, desperation. To hope to preserve what was once had is not only futile in her current state, but foolish; clever and terrifyingly lovely as she is, the Angels know what treason she committed against her own brethren. In the eyes of her winged brothers and sisters, she has lost that intangible loveliness which saw her reign above the rest: she, too, could commit sins. Cassiel, too, could be ugly as the rest of them. The mortals, though more easily swayed, can also be duly influenced by the masses around them: they have turned from her too. She cannot preserve what has been smashed: but the pieces of that driving force take a new shape, like a beautiful mirror shattered into a thousand sharp blades. And though her aim, like the red circle on a target or the heart of a stag, is power (currently and most specifically, Michael’s) that does not make it the force that sends the arrow. The lust for power, for those not settled with merely a beautiful existence, is for the desperate. It is for those who have known failure and will refuse to meet it again; it is for the ones you have glimpsed the way down, and fear the impact should they topple entirely. It is for the girls who know what it is to rule a heart, but are no longer satisfied with just one organ. In order to feel safe, they need it all. Cassiel can no longer be second to any: not God, not Michael. To be secondary is to be fallible. And beauty, she will prove, stands above all.

CHARACTER TRAITS. 

( + ) ADAPTABLE, INTUITIVE, CHARMING ( - ) DELUSIVE, SELF-SERVING, COVETOUS 

IN-CHARACTER PARA SAMPLE.

( A NOTE: I’m not entirely sure this is 100% how this scenario would go down — like maybe Zadkiel would have known about Cassiel’s involvement prior to this — but it was felt like a good way to get her voice across! )

When she stands in the banquet hall, it is with the silent quality that befits the scorned and the betrayers (how lucky, then, that she meets at the crux of both, like the brass hinge of a door). Heads do not turn as she takes leave from the great hall as they once did, keeping instead to their new King and celebratory revelry as once-loved Cassiel exits alone into the torch-lit hallways. For all the noises they once made in my honour, she thinks, now they will not even look up with enough haste to track my shadow. Cassiel passes slowly through the corridors of the Archangel Castle, stretches of cold, white marble bearing no life upon it: all that exists in Caelum tonight does so in Michael’s celebration. Even the former Cherubim — what remained after Michael’s tedious, torrid culling — sat in the great hall, miserable as they looked excepting Cassiel. Better to be witnessed in their anguish than found missing, assumed scheming in absence, it seemed. Yet for all their ugly despair, the grim-set mouths and brows so creased with concern they appeared grimy, the new King nor his audience had not once admired Cassiel for her smile, not for the delight she had sent out, like a winged messenger to the field of wounded soldiers: Do not worry, I am here. I am alright. I am still, despite it all, yours. Beautiful. Eternal. She, who had smiled and smiled like endless payment from a bottomless purse, having been charged for a crime that was not her own, and found herself offering restitution nonetheless. As charitable as she is lovely, they should have said. As virtuous as she is a delight.

But they say nothing. They do not even speak it with their eyes. So Cassiel wanders through the palace, disoriented by the lonesome way she must walk, without the arm of another to warm her or cling to. It is not with intent that she finds her way to the throne room; though intent means little in the world of the divine. And none knew this better than Cassiel: righteous acts, ritual acts, and acts of hostility all left the same signature. The fire lit in repeated offering will eventually devastate the brush around it in the same way a single act of malicious arson will. Intent pales in comparison to the impact, mortal or divine. And so all that matters is this: Cassiel arrives. She is there. And soon, she has a hand upon the gilt seat of a God, now a king. A gentle, single caress. It sighs with emptiness.

Down below, music begins. The sound, though muffled by stone, is light and deceptive with a beat kept by tambourine and wound through with panpipes. It crashes and crawls as a serpent through brush, dragging its body across the span of angelic shoulders and up the marble spires until it reaches the slender ankles of high Cassiel above. O, that that song had teeth. It would sink them pit-deep into that lovely ankle. She feels it wind around her as vine to hot rock, seeking, imploring. One palm flattens against the arm of Dead-God-Now-Michael’s golden throne, shivering at its smooth, near-wet chill. Her free hand raises slowly, slim fingers gliding over her collarbone until the full palm rests against the soft skin of her chest. They feel so alike, she and that lonesome, beautiful thing — slick, silken — chilled, lonely, without flaw. Cassiel tightens one hand to the cold edge of the arm, the other slipping deftly beneath the crease of her collar to the smoother skin of her breast. Was is the same there? Did they feel alike everywhere? How gorgeous, how frightening, to touch —

“Cassiel.” 

She turns, straightens, sharp as a flower breaking its neck in a stern wind.

It is Zadkiel. Dark, tall, great-winged Zadkiel, usurping the whole of the entrance in his breadth. Her fear of being caught abates. In the glow of the great fires, they are bronze – no – gold. His skin alights in the way the great blessed tools do, a warning; she is radiance to the point of glow, shining that a beautiful thing might find her in the dark. Like calls to like. 

Zadkiel, she thinks, has not forgotten me. He has followed.

“Zadkiel,” she says his name and is as raw as the meat newly cleaved from the animal, uncooked, bleeding on the plate. Cassiel makes her way to him, fists clamping as shells into his tunic, making the fabric into cotton pearls within her palm, held tightly and with a reverence that says I believe something good will come of this. He always wanted goodness. It was all he could stand.

Around her, her aura shifts; perhaps not the look of her, but what she knows Ever-wholesome Zadkiel requires. His emotions and entire self countenance was a barrage of full, pure colours: red as the poppy, blue as the sea, yellow as wheat. He moved from start to end with sureness, a bullheadedness and a potency that saw the earth moved on either side of him, as an ox yoked in the plowing fields — one could see the line he left in the dirt, straight and true. In what he felt he felt fully and tangibly, and to call that simplicity would have been a mistake. So she gave him, simply, what he requires: a reminder of the divinity they once served. Shine, goodness, a visage not innocent but one above reproach.

“Zadkiel, isn’t it awful — I couldn’t stand to be in the same room — we had to leave, you and I, didn’t we? For us,” She repeats it again, stuffing their existences into the same velvet satchel, her wings closing around them to craft one white-feather world of intimacy. The bottom petal of her lip juts, a flower blooming in the depths of winter. “Today is so hard for us.”

How sweet she could have seemed, stuck to him then as all beautiful things that last so little, like early mornings and mortal life. How dearly she wanted him to pull her head down upon his shoulder and vow to protect her here and evermore, to remind her she was no less dear to him now than before.

But Zadkiel, dark, tall, great-winged Zadkiel, who usurps the light with his breadth, has not moved. His arms do not move to hold her.

“I know of what you did.” He burns like the darkness, his eyes unblinking, and Cassiel feels the jaws of something open up wide within her, beastial teeth scraping against the lining of her stomach, dark feathers brushing her ribs. “I know you betrayed us.” 

Run, the feathers say. Fight, the teeth implore. 

Her pout recedes as she pulls away, the gleam around her dimming into something less blinding, more reminiscent of the light on the water than the ray directly from the sun. Her eyes narrow back from their peeled, opened stance, returning from the look stolen from does and maidens.

“Ah.” Her hands clasp at her stomach, wings receding from their huddle to position behind her, her eyes a torch in the dim — she looked as though she touted an oil lamp within her stomach, with the bowl kept still and fire burning above. “So you and I,” she says, shrewd and slender. “Will have the most difficult evening of all.” 

EXTRAS

WRITTEN AESTHETIC: Swans locked at the neck in violence, the iridescent guts of an oyster shucked for its pearl, the fall of fabric to the floor; the nude body left standing, a gentle finger extending to break a shimmering bubble, the bleat of a lamb as it is laid down for sacrifice.

HEADCANONS: 

She has a large collection of beauty products collected from across the lands, but has become particularly fond of the wares that prove deadly to mortals — polishes infused with venom, powders crafted from ground belladonna. While perhaps she does not need these goods, immortal and ever-capable as she is in becoming one’s ideal, she still enjoys the applications. 

Though she is more satisfied wielding her looks before her sword, she is still prideful of her skill with the latter. Zadkiel himself instructed her in its use long ago, and she does not shirk her practice.

In days gone by, Cassiel had mortals engage in an unofficial competition to bring her the most startling, beautiful, or rare animal to be made her companion, always done shortly after the death of her last. I think it’s particularly fitting that the creatures she bonded with weren’t found through a natural interaction but rather through gifting, given that all things in her existence were handed to her without work. Since the revolt and her subsequent fall from the highest pedestal, these “competitions” have not happened in as organized a capacity, instead with her remaining devoted admirers seeking out gifts and Cassiel herself whenever.

Her current companion is a white lion named Oren. He, like others, was a gift from a devotee — and an exceptional one at that. When he was brought to her, the beast’s keeper tremors at the hands, distanced from the great leonine animal who sat with blood on his maw. A thousand apologies, mistress. The beast, he’s — he mauled a doe. The carcass is grotesque — it lays outside — shall I take him away? And Cassiel knows the insinuation, what the mortal means: He has killed. He has ruined himself. Surely, you cannot want him. But Cassiel merely crouches, pouting her lips as her hands slip below his pale chin, fisting into the thick mane. Her palms grow heavy, sticky with blood. He’s beautiful. 

( As an aside, I love the juxtaposition that it creates when Cassiel meets with Azazel: the demoness’ sleek, dark gaggle of hellhounds, and the angel’s singular bright, mammoth lion. The image of the animals agitated in one another's presence, the hellhounds as mischievous smoke-hyenas that nip at Oren’s flanks while he swipes with one large paw. )

Her last companion was another male, this one a white and grey Arabian stallion specifically bred for and provided to her by an admirer.

I ran into this image and loved the idea that Cassiel has her own crest, designed some time ago by a particularly ardent worshipper (now long deceased) who worked in the arts. She still has every location where it has been inscribed or inlaid memorized.

If there’s a non-deified individual from history that was Cass hiding her wings (not possible? oh well), its Phryne: the Grecian prostitute and renowned beauty who, accused of a capital crime (blasphemy), stripped before the all-male judges to show her body -- the argument being that beauty was a sign of godly favour in Ancient Greece, and with it came a certain innate Goodness. Therefore, she couldn’t be blasphemous. Or, as a text post said: If the tits are legit, you must acquit.

[calronhunt]

(Triangle) Cassiel, how’s it feel to be “lesser” in a sense, compared to your siblings? I mean like, fuck dude, why even stick around still?

2/10 : Depending on the day he's having he'll easily answer this.

He'd seem really nonchalant about his answer, but he's definitely a little sarcastic about it and holding back some actual feelings. It feels bitter under all that acceptance talk.

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

Suptober day 3: Digital. I’ve been wanting to draw Cas like this for a while, so here he is in all his lore-accurate glory. Cassiel, Angel of Time, Archangel of Saturn, Angel of Solitude and Tears, Angel of agriculture, the solstice, the seasons, and the north, comforter of orphans and the hopeless, observer of the deaths of kings, forbidden to interfere directly in Earth’s affairs, dwells in the Seventh (highest) Heaven away from even the other angels, ANGEL OF SOLITUDE AND TEARS, the absolutely lore-accurate Socially Awkward Emo Tumblr Kid of Angelkind, probably the patron of angstfic and almost definitely the Angel of Tumblr.

[annn-starrr]

the only acceptable reaction towards cassiel tbh

the mother of your childre—sorry.

[wardog-of-the-endless]

*squints at and opens folder*

Well... Alright then.

[angelstar-light]

✨✨ALRIGHTY IT IS TIME FOR TMC OC LORE!✨✨

🪦🥀CASSIEL🥀🪦

first off, “Who or What exactly is Cassiel, and what kind of Alternate is he?”

CASSIEL is a doppelgänger type alternate, you can see how he takes appearance as a cemetery angel but at the same time, a similar appearance to his creator and father; Gabriel. He usually blends in with the other statues in the cemetery. But what does he do exactly? Well we all know the real Archangel Cassiel, responsible for comforting to those in grief or in great sorrow. Well, this one does the exact opposite! He feeds off from people’s grief and will encourage the victim into more dread— leading themselves to M.A.D.

And i shit you not this guy doesn’t really do anything as much, thats because his residence is only and i mean ONLY in the cemetery because well apparently he blends better there, and when ofc they see an alternate roaming the streets they will immediately go apeshit.

He has yet nothing to do except just roam around the cemetery doing completely random things. Like blowing off candles from a grave, decaying lil flower bouquets, or just stay there intact like a natural statue. So yeah its..quite oddly boring for him. Although he's definitely fine in the night, he loves to just lay and watch the stars. It fascinates him that they burn eternally until they die out, nonetheless they're still beautiful. And his personality? He's more of a timid little fella but he's got a lil bit of burning sass laying inside somewhere. I mentioned that he’s kiiiind of made outta stone right? If he were to crack or loose a limb it’ll regenerate and reconstruct back to normal, you dont wanna see what horrid shit lays beneath those stone cracks. Sometimes it takes a while for him to reconstruct a limb lol.

Next off in the list! “What’s his current status as of now?”

Like i said he just doesn’t do much, but more or less he’s DEFINITELY against Alt!Gabriel. He hates that fucker with burning passion, despite being a creation of his, he despises him to the fullest. He's tried to step back from the killing bit BUT he's got nothing really else to do but lurk in cemeteries waiting to haunt someone like a ghost, He's never been anywhere, or everywhere. He's a cemetery angel so he would prefer blending in than standing out so its kind of his personal abode; the cemetery. If he were to explore out of the cemetery he'd either pussy out immediately because "yeah this is just a waste of my time-" or be a lil dubious curios creature. He sometimes relies on the humans to do something about the whole alternate infestation but tbh he naturally doesnt.

He cant kind of really do anything about it, cuz obviously genuinely CANT cuz Gabe's henchmen alternate children will go after him and kill him themselves. He may know death very well, but good god he doesn't wanna experience death too soon he's got a lot to discover yknow? But if its the end for him, he'll willingly accept his fate he's got nothing else to live for anyway FOR NOW— He still does rely a little on the humans to resolve it but he knows how atrociously dumb some humans can be /j /hj Oh AND he's irrationally a lil afraid of the other alternates because he knows it would be the death of him if he would do something maybe stupid or go after Alt!Gabe and they'd kill him on sight Imao so he just does about anything to avoid that from happening.

and so it continues! “Does he have any relationship status?”

Nope he doesn’t fascinate himself in having a partner, so i guess he might be aromatic asexual 👀. Although he’a got a couple human friends! Surprisingly. It all started when Mika (another TMC OC of mine!) was visiting a dead friend's grave in the cemetery, so in connection with Cassiel, the grave where her dead friend is happens to be the graveyard where Cassiel is. so Cassiel got real curious about her cuz "wow why does she visit that grave so much?? lemme try and mess with her lol."

and so he did. but Mika realized what the hell was happening way too soon and there they met. He was left baffled and confused on why it didnt work, yes Mika was in grief for a couple moments— but hey that story wont be told on this one just yet 👀. But for context she's in a small organization in which her role is being a little expert on Alternates so she KNOWS stuff. But ye they went on a little truce that IF he doesnt kill her, she'll at least show him around outside of the cemetery like a lil guy seeing the world for the first time! So TIME SKIP TO THE PRESENT! a little while after, he’s now a part in the said organization and he now lives with Mika as a roommate and a friend, buddies!

We’re coming in close, it is time for the basic questions!

His Sexuality? He’s an aromantic asexual

His Pronouns? He/him/they/them/it/its

Is he huggable? I’d..say so? But he’s made outta stone so its a little rough- dont worry! He’s a gentle fella :>

Is he aware of what his friends think of him as? Yep, actually a few dont really trust him fully but he’s pretty close with Mika whos close enough to actually trust him.

Favorite food? He’ll gladly eat anything, but it would be chocolate crinkles :]

Does he age? Or how old is he? His age is actually unidentified, and he cant age at all.

Can i date him? “𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨…𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬.” - CASSIEL 🪦🥀

Whats his hobbies? Well besides the usual and now that he’s out of the cemetery, he just loves to go cloud watching and stargazing most of the time when he’s at Mika’s house.

[LIKES]🤍

- clouds and stars

- definitely wearing comfy clothes

- crinkle cookies!

- cats and moths

- is now practicing how to paint and sculpturing

- Decayed roses or just white roses, its common seeing in a graveyard

- greek sculpture/architecture aesthetic

[DISLIKES] 🖤

- he dislikes humans sometimes lol

- Alt!Gabriel, mf despises him

- being handled or interacted wrongly

- the fact he’s an alternate, sadge :(

- Kids.

- being picked up, cuz he’s made outta damn roCKS

- fiddling with his stone cracks

- crowded loud places

You made it to the end! Whew boy— thanks for reading btw heheee :D