#saraph

[very-uncorrect]

i made this for you!!! :3

(this is what i was drawing when i was getting motion sick, i love how it came out sm!!1! also i was hoping i could post it on yt as well, do you have a yt @ you’d like me to tag or would you be fine with just “@very-uncorrect on tumblr”?)

OH MY GOD THIS IS INCREDIBLESNSKDMGKEKWMWMDNF I WILL CRY RN

Also yeah of course post it anywhere, "@very-uncorrect on Tumblr" is fine :D

(I have a YouTube channel that I don't often use that is also called very-uncorrect so it's technically both, but I'd prefer people know about my Tumblr blog than a dumb channel I never use haha)

[preacherpollard]

Fiery Serpents?

Tuesday’s Column: Dale Mail Herodotus casually mentions that there were snakes that would fly from Egypt every year from the Sinai wilderness (Herodotus 2.75-76). This may strike fear in the heart of any snake-fearing person, but it sure is interesting. Marco Polo would also write in his travel log about flying venomous “birds” as well as snakes of gigantic proportions as he explored Asia.  The…

[tolik-pawlusz]

Some time ago i said i was working on the little art project on saraph 23. So here we go. I already stated that saraphs are creatures of the Night Pomel, the first layer of reality. They are powerful creatures made by Ancient Gods for serving their needs. Saraphs don't have names, their own ego nor free will. 23 was a project initiated by Witsichillinoah, the god of destruction. The purpose of their existence was to see the core of everything in this universe and destroy it in few moments. And this was fine till in their universe appeared something from another world. It was the human named Kazimir Fintou, who became the favourite creature of the oldest god Enmaru. 23 could hear Kazimir, but couldn't see or touch him. So when Enmaru asked 23 to imitate human appearance to not scare Kazimir, the appearance 23 took was some abstract mess based on what 23 heard of Kazimir.

When 23 was in the process of developing, gods already thought that this creature would be too powerful that it could kill a god or destroy the whole universe. The ancient gods once saw a catastrophe that almost caused the collapse of their world. Even though they never witnessed death, they were afraid of it, except for Witsichillinoah, the youngest of them, and Enmaru, who was almost killed then and don't remember much about these events. So gods heavily edited the project of saraph 23, to make it more controllable and less pleasant in communication so nobody would feel pity to 23 if something would go wrong and the only option would be to kill this saraph.

At first there were thousands of 23s. Gods found them pretty usefull for cleaning big areas in universe. But they still thought that even one of these things could kill them. And once they tested it. Witslichillinoah violated the rules of the ancient gods and attacked one of them. 23 was used to wipe existence of the young god out of their reality. After this gods decided to eliminate all 23s and put data of existence of every 23 in one of them. But since 23s didn't feel anything they were ok with it.

When the Day Pomel, the second reality, was created by Kazimir Fintou (or Dievas), the Night Guard was established to control the movement between the two realities. 23 was the head of this organisation cause it was loyal to gods as a saraph, had the ability to see when someone is affected by Distortion and could punish those who violated the contract between Invure (the oldest god after Enmaru's death) and Dievas. And again 23 needed to change their appearance to look less intimidating to rare humans accidently getting into the Night Pomel.

Once the Night Guard arrested someone called Witimur Forvardo. It was a man who turned himself into an immortal monster and performed a murder of a village with about 50 citizens. 23 usually dealt with spirits who lost their mind because of Distortion. So the human affected by Distortion was something new to them. Other problem was that Witimur was indestructible even for 23. The following events shew that Witimur left notes someone on Pomel started using for creating things similar to Witimur.

23 tried to investigate that case and something was off. They went to the second reality too often. But the case was becoming more and more weird so 23 decided to let Witimur help in solving it. And 23 let Witimur go. Even though after this Witimur didn't kill anyone, Invure gathered a meeting with other ancient gods to judge if 23 was acting under the affect of Distortion. They decided that even if 23 didn't act because of Distortion, it is poisoned by it quite enough, so it needs to reset the saraph's settings. And it was the first time 23 felt something. They wanted to solve the case. So they didn't want their memory to be erased. They asked Invure to seal their power of destruction so if they would be completely distorted they could not harm the universe. Invure agreed on this terms and 23 left the Night Pomel.

23 spent 70 years in the human world. Even though they didn't have their ego in their past life the speed of human world was too fast for someone who existed for 132 millions of years. Another problem was that 23's vision wasn't made for the second reality so they could see only silhouettes of things around them. Most of these 70 years 23 spent on the witch base, helping them to make the plan on defeating Dievas and to communicate to the first reality. Even though witches could help 23 to manage Distortion, it was slowly consuming them. So after the fall of Dievas 23 almost never left the bathtube with alchemic concentrate.

And then someone found out that there's something on pomel that reminds the remainings of an ancient god but they weren't Enmaru and it's weirdly to active. 23 knew it should be Witsichillinoah, the god they once killed. Saraph felt guilt because of murder of their creator even though they were just an instrument of ancient gods. So 23 started searching for the remainings of Witslie. In the process they met Nina, who accidently got involved in this story. 23 never thought that a human would be so useful in their adventure (since Nina had a normal human vision she could get 23 where they needed)

The time was running. 23 met what remained of Witslie few times. Surprisingly, ego of the god was still alive. But something was happening to the world around. The Distortion was becoming stronger and though 23 thought they had few years more, it affected them too much and the saraph couldn't keep their human appearance anymore. Nina refused to leave 23 even though it was dangerous to stay near them.

The next part isn't written well yet. But these two managed to get rid of Distortion and in the process 23 couldn't survive in the form of distorted being from first reality.

So they got turned into a human. I guess they kept the name Twenty Three, but it would be funny if they would choose something like Steve or Lily (or the pomelian equivalent). Well, in any case, they're gonna have the greatest 60 or something years of human life. Twenty Three's sight wasn't formed normally and they see only the colorful areas around them. But they found out they don't like the black color. So them and Nina needed to find a lot of new clothes, cause their previous wardrobe was full of identical black costumes and blue sweaters (also Twenty Three got a bunch of tinted glasses of all colors cause they are funny to look through).

Well. That's all. Uphh. It was easier to draw the pictures than writing this post. I didn't tell a lot of details but i hope you could understand this mess, 23 is one of the most important figures in stories about pomel. Without them the plot would not be the same (lol they literally left a mark on Pomel surface). So there's a lot of more information about them left.

So. if you like it, reblog, if you can. I really put a lot of effort in this little project.

ah yeah. here there are all of them lol

[saraph-smidgens]

Prologue - Away With The Fairies

I've always been pretty good at recounting my thoughts and experiences and putting them into my writing, so I'll recount this as best as I can in the most story-like way that I can.

October 31st, 2024. Just yesterday, right? The day I first posted on this blog, which occured right after the “experience” that's probably going to have “quite an impact on my everyday life”.

I'd ordered Domino's© to eat, my usual: Texas BBQ and chicken strippers. BBQ and garlic and herb dips. Standard. Two YouTube series that I love had been updated and I had happily consumed the new content along with the meal.

Despite the hot electric blanket and chocolate drink in my skull-shaped mug, I felt… incredibly bored. I watched Coraline for the 1000th time, which I obviously loved, but it didn't lift the heavy feeling in my chest. Neither did putting on super loud music and coming up with music videos in my head for my blorbos. All that did was give me a headache.

Yet again, for probably the 10th year in a row, I'd done nothing for Halloween. I still remember one day, in my old house, where I went trick-or-treating. I don't remember my costume, only going out with my mom across the street and one of my neighbours happily complimenting it.

I know I've long overgrown that spooky ritual, but still, why couldn't I have at least worn a costume to post on Instagram or something?

I just want my life to be more interesting.

Right when I finished that thought, I felt some… change in me. The heaviness in my chest itched and swirled and tightened, and a flurry of half-baked ideas grasped my brain for a moment before leaving as quickly as they arrived. It was similar to the tightness I feel in my chest sometimes when reading an especially angsty fanfiction.

I shook my head and tucked a few strands of sweaty curls behind my ear. It probably meant nothing, just my mind’s way of stimming from the new fandom content I had been handed on a silver platter just a couple of hours ago.

I would've thought nothing else of it if there wasn't a stranger sitting at the foot of my bed.

Before I could comprehend anything else about the image in front of me, I instinctually went to scream bloody murder.

But my throat tightened.

“Hey… Hey!” soft words fell out of the figure’s mouth, “keep quiet, okay?”

My whole body was shaking, and I tried to discreetly turn my head to look towards my desk, where my usual pair of scissors sat. I quickly discarded that idea. At that moment I was tucked underneath my duvet and aforementioned electric blanket, and the figure was in a kneeling position, back straight and looking down at me. They were in a much better position to leap up and grab the sharp item.

Instead I tried to control my sharp breathing and fully comprehend what I was looking at.

A trick-or-treater who didn't share my opinion on when you had outgrown the tradition, I guessed.

Their light purple minidress practically glowed from the glitter on it reflecting the light from the TV, which was currently playing another series that I was mildly obsessed with.

Their hair was an organised mess of voluminous curls, some let loose and others tied with a pink bow to create a half-up half-down style.

Their giant purple butterfly wings where could you get ones that looked so realistic?! almost fluttered a little every time they rocked on their knees, and I could catch a glimpse of a pair of purple heels with little fake butterflies attached to the straps that encircled their ankles.

“Um,” I choked out, every muscle in my legs and arms locking up from adrenaline, “nice costume and all, but trick doesn't equate to home invasion.”

They stared at me for a few seconds before sighing softly and rolling their eyes, “God, I know you're dumb and all, and that you Combos get blinded by fear, but this is kind of a hard thing to miss unless you have literally never looked in the mirror, which I know is not true.”

I stared back for a long minute, my mind just as frozen in my body, before it clicked.

That's. My. Fucking. Face.

My mind came back and immediately rushed around for an explanation. Several came forward.

“No,” the clone(?) interrupted, “you're not dreaming.”

Well, maybe-

“There were no drugs in the Domino's©. Probably.”

Hmm, well-

“I didn't make a silicone mask of your face-”

What if-

“Enough!” They yelled and my thoughts escaped me for a moment.

“First of all,” they sighed, “I can hear your internal dialogue, use she/her please. I know you say on your profiles to use any pronouns but I'm kind of the reason you mildly prefer this set,” they- she then gestured towards her extremely feminine outfit.

But cl-

“I know that clothes don't equal gender, you know what I'm trying to say though.”

“Sorr- wait, wait, wait. Explain literally everything else you've said the past minute. You can hear my thoughts? What do you mean you're why I tend towards she-”

“Oh my God,” her wings stretched out enough to touch the walls, “how has it not clicked yet?! Am I not good enough at my job?!”

I glanced towards my TV again, peeking over her right wing, and let my eyes linger on what was playing. An episode from a YouTube show that I fell in love with in 2018, and left the fandom in 2021, before returning to just a few months ago-

“Do you get it now?”

Everything settled into place.

“You… You're a si-”

“We prefer the term smidgen, actually.”

“...why?”

“Well, y'know how a while ago you were writing a fanfic for that show and wanted some synonyms to use for that word? That was one of the ones you didn't pay attention to when googling it, but I kept it.”

“That doesn't explain why.”

She shrugged, “I don't know, it's just cute.”

I laid back, my head involuntarily shaking gently with my mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air after being caught and tossed into the bottom of a boat.

“What are you then? Give me a whole exposition dump, I can take it.”

“I-” she smiled and stretched her arms out to feel the giant butterfly wings, “am your Creativity.”

“Oh,” I hummed, “like Ro-”

“This is nothing like that show, alright?! Sure, our manifestations as people are partially inspired by it but that also comes from, like, Inside Out, and that one CGI short film about two parts of a guy's brain trying to woo a lady! Sever the connection now, I'm begging you!”

The outburst had me pressing my back to my headboard, looking at a copy of my own face with eyes that I then realised were not protected by a pair of glasses and were pointedly not dark brown. And with no pupils. Quite a wacky pair of contacts, I guess.

Then, I quickly sat up, “I- listen, this whole little act has been real cute but you need to leave my hou-”

“Saraph!” She yelled, and continued before I could comment, “don't ask what I know you will, the reason I know your nick-and-name is simple and it's because I. Am. You! Well, a very strong part of you. The bit of you that fell in love with Alexa from Barbie And The Diamond Castle and wants her to be a cottagecore lesbian couple with Liana-”

Something in me snapped, and my breathing picked up again, though the type of fear I was experiencing as I curled up into a ball in my bed was different from the one I felt when I realised I wasn't alone in my bedroom.

“And then Mariposa and Princess Catiana were also- wh- hey, wait, c’mon, it's-”

The other me’s voice became distant as tears welled up in my eyes.

“I've fucking lost it,” I whispered, “I knew the paranoia and floating colours meant there was something up but I decided it was nothing so I said nothing and now I've gone off the deep end, I'm literally talking to myself but I was a fairy princess and-”

“It's okay,” the voice came back, the speaker's wings having relaxed at her sides, “you're not crazy or insane or anything like that, I know for a fact you aren't. You're imaginative at worst- honestly I kinda wish you were mad because that would make writing surrealism much easier- listen, I know that this is very new for you but, well, you kind of asked for it.”

“H-how?” I breathed out.

“Well, about 5 minutes ago you thought to yourself, quote-unquote ‘I just want my life to be more interesting’.”

I groaned and uncurled my body, pressing my hands to my face, “God, I did, didn't I?” I then let my arms fall and sat up again, “but I didn't know this would happen!”

“So?” Creativity smiled, “you're always wanting change. And you're good at adapting to it. This could be a good opportunity for learning new things about ourselves… And for drawing and writing. Like with everything you do.”

I stopped and looked at her, “you just asked me to not make referenc-”

“I meant what I said!” she snapped, but it was gentler than before, “but I just had to get that line in.”

“Alright,” I nodded, “okay, alright, cool.”

For the first moment in the last few, long moments, it was quiet. I realised then that, with this revelation, I might not have as many opportunities for silence as before. Even though I've craved a lack of unnecessary noise for years.

At that moment, I couldn't help but look at the large, thin, pink-purple appendages which stuck out of Creativity's back.

“I like the wings,” I mumbled.

Creativity grinned and stretched them out again, “aw, thanks. They really drive the point home, huh?”

I nodded, “I was going to ask if they were real but I doubt you could have that much control over some pieces of fabric.”

“There probably is someone out there who has created mechanical cosplay wings that you can move,” the smidgen mused, “but you're right. They're real. Well, as real as the rest of me.”

My right pointer finger and thumb came up to rub at my eyes, “so, what happens now?”

“You're sleepy,” Creativity stated, “and on top of that, the clock is about to strike midnight, so I must be gone now if you are to slumber.”

“Why are you talking like that?” I yawned, “I don't like Disney that much.”

“It's the first thing you thought of, isn't it?”

“I guess…” another yawn made a crackly sound fill my ears.

Creativity finally got up from her kneeling position, instead standing on the carpeted floor. The heels made her tower over me from where I shifted to lay down more.

Her voice softened, “your art and writing's going to get so much better from this, let me tell you.”

Before I could respond, she had sunk out.

The room somehow felt emptier than it did before she arrived, but that was soon mended by one of my cats jumping up onto the bed and curling up in the place Creativity had sat just a moment ago.

My eyes grew heavy and my thoughts began to slow down in the way they always did as my brain tried to convince me to sleep.

A human-like being representing all my creative ideas, who I can talk to face-to-face and go over my reverie with…

Maybe that could be better.

Yeah, fucking weird right? Who would've thought the embodiment of my Creativity would take inspiration from my childhood love of Mattel, Inc.'s Barbie movies? And why those ones and not the Rapunzel one? A recluse, introverted painter seems more fitting to my personality than Mariposa. Oh well, I'm writing this right after I woke up on the morning of November 1st, meaning that the spooky month is officially over unless you're those two kids.

Reiterating what I said at the start, I'm pretty good at writing out shit that's happened to me in the form of a story, huh? There may have been a few pieces of dialogue that I missed out but I just woke up, alright? And I was in a state of panic for most of it. Forgive me for my imperfect memory.

I hope this was at least mildly enjoyable for you, and if so, I'll post any more strange happenings with these “smidgens.” as long as this gets more than a handful of notes on Tumblr.

Have a good start to the month with the American colonisation holiday!

[goonsgospel]

I think saraph has reflective eyes like a cat

[alexplatypus]

I finished case study of Vanitas the other day! There were to many times when I cried though. I’m now starting to watch saraph of the end; going from one vampire anime to another. So far the military feel of saraph of the end is giving no opportunity to cry.

[sketchstorm333]

Our queen Krul

[drjacquescoulardeau]

Biden is no longer here, just a lame duck for 70 days, or so, so, so many, but will Trump be better? The imperialistic USA will still be on the table, in the field, blocking the main road to peace.

[daily-dragon-drawing]

not quite a dragon originally, but, in the hebrew tanakh the word saraph is used for both what is translated as "firey flying serpents", and also for seraphim, so may I request a seraph-like dragon?

#71 - 熾天使 (chì tiānshǐ / seraph) - A creature imbued with the power of the divine 👼💛👁️🌟🤍

[talonabraxas]

"Then flew one of the seraphim unto me, having a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar: And he laid it upon my mouth, and said, Lo, this hath touched thy lips; and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin purged." —Isaiah 6

Seraphim Talon Abraxas

(Hebrew שרפים, plural of שרף) A word that comes from the Hebrew root Saraph meaning “to burn.” Seraphim literally means “the burning ones.” This word is used differently by various traditions. Manly P. Hall suggests the name is related to the Egyptian Serapis.

1. According to the Kabbalah, Seraphim is a very awakened, pure being related to the sephirah Geburah.

2. According to Christianity, a Seraphim is the highest type of angel, related to the sephirah Kether.

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Fun facts for the "Crowley was a high-ranking angel" theory that's becoming less of a theory:

Seraphim, the highest order of angels, comes from the same root words in Hebrew as Saraph, which means "fiery serpent" or "fiery flying serpent." Seraphim is also the rank of angels alleged to have "the knowledge of God," aka be the ones who know all the laws of the universe (and maybe know enough to start the big bang?)

Also, I'm pretty sure that Aziraphale was a cherub and was demoted to principality after the Eden situation. Both because the video included it in their description of him when he watched the big bang and canonically (as in Genesis), the guardians of Eden and the Trees of Life/Knowledge were cherubim (and he's said he was on apple tree duty). And cherubim are the second-highest rank, so the thought that Crowley had to be above Aziraphale back then means he had to be a Seraph.

I also thought it was interesting that Gaiman differentiates between Archangels as in the four (or seven) main chief angels of heaven and the lower "archangels" of the third sphere. In some texts, the four main Archangels (Michael/Gabriel/Uriel/Raphael) are either seraphim or cherubim. (So really it's not even That surprising that Aziraphale got offered an Archangel position if he used to be a cherub).

Hiya! Maybe - tho GO universe rules does not necessarily have to be same as ours.❤

[very-uncorrect]

I've decided to edit it slightly to Saraph Uncore, mostly because I don't wanna invade the seraph tag, pushing my sona in people's faces when they're there to find stuff about angels lmao

random thing: my sona is called Seraph (play on my name + i like biblically accurate angels/religious horror) Uncore (shortening of my url)

[tolik-pawlusz]

Saraph 23 i drew some time ago.

Saraphs are creatures from the first reality (called Night Pomel). Like all the inhabitants of this layer of reality, they do not have a specific material body, they are more like an abstraction. But they understand the human psyche quite well and can imitate the appearance of a human being. But the reality of people (second reality, Day Pomel) is a world saturated with the energy of a dead ancient deity. This energy has no effect on people cause their souls consist of it, but for the inhabitants of the first reality it is something like poison. It slowly makes spirits, saraphs, and even gods from the first reality loose their minds. They stop controlling their imitation of human appearance, but at the same time they become more material. But deformed appearance is not the biggest danger. Creatures soaked in the concentrated pain of a murdered deity begin to strive to absorb as much of this energy as possible, because each dose of it is like a blow, which power drowning out all other pain. And the easiest source of that energy are humans of Pomel.

23 is one of the most ancient beings affected by Distortion (the so-called effect caused by the energy of a dead deity in beings from the first reality. They needed to stay in the reality of people for too long. And although they lasted longer than the others, the Distortion had to happen sometime. And 23 could only wait for it to be destroyed as too dangerous creature for the human world or do something that would kill them and set them free.

(Btw i have Boosty page now https://boosty.to/olivie_de_axel)

[saraph-smidgens]

Creativity apparently really likes it when I do these scuffed doodles of our interactions so expect more of these I guess!

(God I cannot draw side profiles for the life of me...)

[harmedicint]

lamb/ram themed npts 🐏🐾

names :: angus , celest , sara , saraph , saraphim , angel , divine , purity , pure , chasity , hoove , harvs , evie , lacey , ram , ramhorn , cherub , cherubim , merino , shet , shetland , suffolk , innocent , mary , colt , saint, mutton , goatie , tuft , curl , lamb , lambie .

prns :: it/its , hy/hyms , shi/hir , lamb/lambs , we/we's , h*/h*ms , sh*/h*r , he/hems , shy/shys, fwu/fwus , ram/rams , pure/pures , tuft/tufts , saint/saintself , shet/shetland , divine/divineself , cherub/cherubim , god/gods , godess/goddesself [ im aware god/goddess prns are controversial , however im adding for irls/introjects of religious figures.] 🐑/🐑's , 🐾/🐾's , 🦴/🦴's , 🗝️/🗝️ , 🐏/🐏's , 🪽/🪽's , ❕/❕'s , ❔/❔'s , 🐁/🐁 🦷/🦷's , 🕊️/🕊️'s .

titles :: ' [prn] who bleets ' ,, ' the one with tufted fur ' ,, ' wolf in sheeps clothing ' ,, ' the pure creature ' ,, ' the holiest of symbols ' ,, ' the everlasting felt ' ,, ' [prn] is of holy decent' ' a horned puritan ' ,, ' sheltered lamb ' ,, 'pleet of clouds'

VERY self indulgent .... please rb + like to support a little lamb ^___^

[yellow-yarrow]

did you know that the Insulandian Phasmid quotes from the bible? I got curious if looking at the context of the bible quote would add anything to the interpretation of this scene, and maybe there are some parallels. Meeting the phasmid is like a revelation, just like how in that part of the bible god talks to Isaiah. (I can't belive im reading the bible out of all things for a video game lmao. god damn it.) yeah yeah maybe it's not supposed to mean anything other than the phasmid loves this world but it can be fun to look into it. maybe it is that deep

think of this as more of a web weaving post

You - I exist too. Insulindian Phasmid - Tell me what it's like for you. You - It's *wunderbar*. Insulindian Phasmid - Yes, holy is the lord of hosts. And all the Earth is filled with his glory.

Isaiah 6 BSB

In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted; and the train of His robea filled the temple.

Encyclopedia - (..)An Innocence is a continuous, compressed event, a sacred human being. It is an honour and a glory to live when one is in office. You - Is one in office now? Encyclopedia - No. We are alone.

Insulindian Phasmid - You are a violent and irrepressible miracle. The vacuum of cosmos and the stars burning in it are afraid of you. Given enough time you would wipe us all out and replace us with nothing -- just by accident. (...) You - Have I always thought this way? Insulindian Phasmid - No -- you're only thinking it *now*. This is a revelation.

Above Him stood seraphim, each having six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. And they were calling out to one another: “Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of Hosts; all the earth is full of His glory.” At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook, and the temple was filled with smoke.

In Hebrew, the word saraph means "burning"

Insulindian Phasmid - Tell me what it's like for you. You - Fire, burning.

Insulindian Phasmid - You were right. Little bubbles form on the mouthparts of the creature -- on its segmented lower lip. It looks to be foaming, slowly. The foam is white, then yellowish... Perception (Smell) - The faintest smell, like you've never felt before. Like burnt roses.

Insulindian Phasmid - The foam slowly turns a darker shade, like burnt caramel -- as the insect moves its mouthparts, masticating. The little bubbles begin to burst, one by one... Perception (Smell) - Letting out that same smell, like summer burning.

Then I said: “Woe is me, for I am ruined, because I am a man of unclean lips dwelling among a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the LORD of Hosts.” (..)

The Deserter - "I've seen the *real world*. In '06. The flags unfolding. Young people marching, being kind to each other. They dreamt of a million years in the stars. This here..." He looks down at the ashes. "Is pale in waiting."

The Deserter - "Straight to Yekokataa for this old revisionist." He gives you a little nod. "At last -- atonement for my sins: revisionism, reactionary ideation, desertion..."

The Deserter - "The material base for an uprising has eroded." He nods and blinks his black eyes. "The working class has betrayed mankind and themselves..."

(? maybe? idk.)

Then one of the seraphim flew to me, and in his hand was a glowing coal that he had taken with tongs from the altar. And with it he touched my mouth and said: “Now that this has touched your lips, your iniquity is removed and your sin is atoned for.”

maybe this one is a stretch (like the others too lol)

You - Lick your finger. Interfacing - It tastes like... sugar. Very faint. The arthropod towers above you, tufts of reeds pointing from limb and head alike. Perception (Taste) - Odourless, mostly comprised of water.

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying: “Whom shall I send? Who will go for Us?” And I said: “Here am I. Send me!” And He replied: “Go and tell this people, ‘Be ever hearing, but never understanding; be ever seeing, but never perceiving.’ Make the hearts of this people calloused; deafen their ears and close their eyes. Otherwise they might see with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand with their hearts, and turn and be healed.” Then I asked: “How long, O Lord?” And He replied: “Until the cities lie ruined and without inhabitant, until the houses are left unoccupied and the land is desolate and ravaged, until the LORD has driven men far away and the land is utterly forsaken. And though a tenth remains in the land, it will be burned again. As the terebinth and oak leave stumps when felled, so the holy seed will be a stump in the land.”

Insulindian Phasmid - Everything your eyes touch goes back there -- behind the nerve mirror. What if you blink? Are we still here? (Please don't blink). What if you misplace us all one day -- or just forget? You - Have I always thought this way? Insulindian Phasmid - No -- you're only thinking it *now*. This is a revelation. You - This is the Gloaming I've been waiting for. Ever since I woke up in the hotel room.

Man with Sunglasses - "About *what?* You don't look like a cop..." He inspects you. "You know what you look like?" You - "Like a prophet?" Man with Sunglasses - "Not the prophet shit again..." He looks away.

Evrart Claire - "It says..." He looks in the folder. "Oh yes... very interesting. It says you're more like a mad prophet than a cop. Always rambling about the end of the world... I'm sure these stories are exaggerated."

Cop of the apocalypse (early version from the game files):

or perhaps

Rhetoric - You -- against the atom, the charm and the spin. Where the whole world failed -- matter failed to bend to human will; human will failed to get out of bed and tie its laces -- you alone, single-handedly, will rebuild the dreams of the working class. You are The Last Communist.

well regardless, the quote is another instance of christian symbolism in elysium