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angel sanctuary - rosiel

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[ Hullo, good City! Enjoy the soundtrack of several screaming citizens, whose pleasant stroll in Xanadu was just interrupted by the sight of an angel sitting on a bench, blood everywhere: from his face, to his hair, hands and the morsel with which he's teasing a stray cat. ]

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh... you'll scare it.

[ The cat meows, apparently put out enough by the alarmed masses to forget its appetite; it sniffs the offered treat, then turns away from it completely. ]

...now, now, oh so rude. You won't have bread, you won't have blood, you won't have bone. Then, what is it your sort eats, hmmmmm?

[ ooc: aaaaand back in the City, with a lot of apologies for the delay, orz. Worry not, no NPCs were harmed in the making of this post, the blood came from a rat! Network / action / anything goes! ]

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You wouldn't begin to understand.

Of course not. I only control divine wisdom, after all.

Tell me, Rahael, did you ever sit and stare and stumble upon the thought of why it is you could bed so many and never Fell? Why the sin is styled dire, why it's enough to strip you of esteem and rank, and yet... your feathers stay pure and fair and dare I so say it, handsome. And white. Not the one blackened or straying from your bones in answer to your transgression. White.

What do you make of it, Great One of Virtues?

[as if he hadn't wondered. flatly.]

It must mean despite everything God still holds onto a degree of hope for me. He knew exactly where the blame lay.