#celestialcatpire

[heavenfollowed]

❛ of course i’m here. where else would i be? ❜ ~ celestialcatpire

Wings flap and give him a bit of lift   —   enough to where he’s able to do a few small hops and put better distance between them. This one, he knows, he needs to be wary around. All of them are dangerous but this one is particularly unstable   —   probably a result of Lucifer using whatever there was lying around to make him. Aveilut ignores the sentiment that comes with being slapped together, with the notion of having anything in common; they are on different levels entirely. God made him for a very specific purpose   —   idea in mind, intentions clear. Lucien doesn’t have the luxury of that guidance, that direction. He’s a fucking mess, as a result. Full of vices. Incapable of playing well with others. An active downward spiral   —   combustion in real time that Aveilut gets to watch, slowly. Unruly. He’s a cat in a cage and all he’s done is pace and get more and more cranky. Aveilut plays the role of a bird that keeps fluttering down and teasing from the top of the bars   —   always knowing when to swoop away as claws reach out. Today he finds him with a cigarette and purposefully stands upwind to avoid the smoke, feet barely touching the ground as he stays in motion in case he needs to make a quick escape. Cocky. Each time they cross paths, his confidence seems to build. This is no different.

“Oh, I dunno.” Sarcasm comes, easily. “Hell? Where you fucking belong?” Lips pull into something like a smirk before his head tips. “Does Daddy know you’re up here?”

[fortitudina]

celestialcatpire asked: There was a bitter smile playing across his lips as he stepped across the threshold, listening in amusement to a confession about to finish. The humans anxieties seeming rather trivial to his own. To give the father credit, he wasn't pushing them as they stuttered and yet it grated on him at the very least. Tongue ran across his teeth, dipping his fingers into the holy water, to make the symbol with a smug glance at the ceiling before moving to perch on one of the pews. 'I'm guessing I've got one of your attentions at the very least? Good. You gonna grace me with your presence, hm?'

           The watchman never misses a thing, no matter how much effort they try in concealing themselves from others eyes. An all-seer is just that, after all. He’d been on Earth for a while; blending with humanity was always a second nature to him, even when he was back and forth between Earth and The Silver City. He was doing just that, blending in and admiring the water of the river that flowed beneath him as he stood on the bridge. The sound of the flowing water filled his ears, offering that small respite of calm when what he saw all around was a pure chaos. 

          There was no denying that his father’s world had gone to shit. Humans and their constant need for war and terror upon one another was such a saddening sight to endure constantly, but they were always told never to intervene. Fighting alongside the humans to maintain their cover was one thing, but to prevent wars or tell of things that would stop them was one of few things they were not permitted to do. The celestials were supposed to be a representation of peace; of harmony; an example for mankind to follow, and yet, they’d too had their fair share of war, with another very imminent. 

         The sign of a cross being made caught the watchman’s eye before all else and with it, his head turned from the distant gazing he held upon the river. He glanced back over his shoulder, knowing the direction in which the church lay in relation to where he stood. For a moment, he merely watched his nephew within the church. He was aware of the game he was playing in baptising himself upon entry; washing what of his sins that lay upon the surface of his being that he could. Some would call his act an audacity, but Akrasiel was not some. Instead, with the words that left Lucien, dark pale blue wings unfurled and within a flick of a cat’s tail, the angel appeared at the front of the church with rosary firmly grasped in hand. 

        Akrasiel was all about the respect of others. He may be one of Yahweh’s most trusted, and the angel of justice, but he was also the angel of harmonious relations; of redemption and fairness. Silence befell him for a moment or more as he threaded the beads between fingers and thumb, until he slowly lifted his head and looked directly in the direction of his nephew.   “  What is it of my presence that you wish for, nephew?   ---   Would you like me to give you a bravo for your frequent trips with your sister to Earth, without any hiccup or consequence?   ---   Then again, you always have been one to hone the stealthier side of living; a commendment of its own.  ” 

        Whilst other angels might have taken the chance there and then to strike ( much like they had done so with Phenex ), that was not who Akrasiel was. He was a patient being. He was calm and collection at its finest, often leading his siblings to question how he’d remained so calm during the more chaotic moments   ~   there was no use in angering oneself or growing panicked over things, though. That, after all, was when many ended up slipping up.   “  Allow me to rephrase myself.  What is it that I can do for you, nephew?  ”

                             @celestialcatpire​        FOR NO APOLOGIES ACCEPTED.

[svlitudes]

cassiel spent most of their time in hell just watching. they stayed out of the way, stayed quiet and focused solely on their job. they couldn’t afford to stray from fathers mission, every day tensions between heaven and hell grew, and cassiel knew that sooner rather than later, their plan would come into fruition. their siblings would be back in heaven where they belonged and the family would be back together. maybe father would even show leniency towards lucifer and allow him passage to the silver city after all this time.

their were intricate writing on some of the walls of hell, and although angels knew every human language, this language was born of hell, so it was unknown to her. still, she found herself studying it often, trying to decipher what it might say.

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