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SINIB:
Ivanna
Ivanna frowned, and then shook her head. Her brow knitted up in aungish and she seemed to silently chuckle at Lubei's comment. "No. It is I who judges others for the thoughts they keep in their heads. Mortals may have gained their freedom from their shackles, but the immortal angelic host are mere slaves to Him. I am Seraphim Ivanna, His bloody executioner."
She scoffed at herself and then let out a dry, rasping laugh, looking down at her feet before continuing. She gently twiddled her thumbs as she talked at Lubei. "I was designed with one singular purpose in mind. Can you guess what it is?" Before letting him answer, she said it herself. "I kill, and I never questioned his commandments. But everything is in flux now. I don't know what's right, or what's wrong..."
YOLF:
Lubei
In this life as a demon, the person beneath the name of Lubei Sang was quite familiar with loathing, though he would scarce admit it. Maybe it was condescending to presume that these circumstances, or his feelings, made him able to understand even a sliver of the angel's. But noise strained her voice, mockery and doubt tearing it apart, leaving the only conclusion that she could express for the feelings in her heart as a deeply unresolved, unsatisfying sermon.
"Ivanna," he said, haltingly. Lubei thought that through the clawing of impossible questions, he could also hear that familiar refrain. Do I even deserve to have an opinion? The plea to be told what is right without gradients nor shades, so you know what to follow. Pitiful and unbearable.
So instead, the demon asked, "Haven't you already achieved many things outside your task? What was your guide towards them, if not what is right?"
SINIB:
--- Quote from: YOLF on July 20, 2021, 04:23:13 AM ---Lubei
In this life as a demon, the person beneath the name of Lubei Sang was quite familiar with loathing, though he would scarce admit it. Maybe it was condescending to presume that these circumstances, or his feelings, made him able to understand even a sliver of the angel's. But noise strained her voice, mockery and doubt tearing it apart, leaving the only conclusion that she could express for the feelings in her heart as a deeply unresolved, unsatisfying sermon.
"Ivanna," he said, haltingly. Lubei thought that through the clawing of impossible questions, he could also hear that familiar refrain. Do I even deserve to have an opinion? The plea to be told what is right without gradients nor shades, so you know what to follow. Pitiful and unbearable.
So instead, the demon asked, "Haven't you already achieved many things outside your task? What was your guide towards them, if not what is right?"
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Ivanna
"I have no guide here—His voice is painfully, always, acutely absent." Her golden-blond hair flared with divine fire as she took on her angelic form. Her six glorious wings burst out of her back and tore through her simple dress, leaving her standing in tatters. "For all of my power, for all of my knowledge, I truly feel that I lack the understanding of anything. What even the lowliest and most uneducated wretch has an understanding of! Until my time in the Nexus, I never experienced such a feeling of loss!"
She slammed her foot into the ground with enough force to rupture the earth beneath her. "It is my fear that I was simply sent away to die, so He would not have to risk sending another angel to do my job."
YOLF:
Lubei
He reeled back at the sudden outburst of radiance, startled by an instinctive fear. If not for the trajectory of his mind, if not for the fact that this seraph had previously beseeched that he call her friend, his reasoning might have agreed with the reaction of his demonic body, but Lubei Sang's mind was perfectly clear, and entirely capable of recognizing her pain.
What kept him in silence for a moment was awkwardness over something else. She couldn't know, but the last thing she said made him squeeze down a fierce cringe. That method sounded exactly like something that he, or rather, his former self, would have done. But if he kept feeling sorry, that would defeat the point here. "I am sorry," he said. The demon lord shook his head, and letting slip the tension from his legs, placed himself on eye level with her.
"I won't say I understand the essence of your loss, but I want you to hear well these words. Even if you had no compass from on high, you still have those who believe. I have met your devoted ones, and their efforts are no less valid for this. I have said I would be your ally for as long as this aid is returned, and I don't intend on making another mistake by taking this promise back. And if you are ignorant, then you have the ability to learn. You are not mortal, be you rogue, wanderer, exile, renegade, or whatever else you consider yourself. You have infinite time to walk towards virtue and to find your own merits."
SINIB:
--- Quote from: YOLF on July 23, 2021, 06:15:01 PM ---Lubei
He reeled back at the sudden outburst of radiance, startled by an instinctive fear. If not for the trajectory of his mind, if not for the fact that this seraph had previously beseeched that he call her friend, his reasoning might have agreed with the reaction of his demonic body, but Lubei Sang's mind was perfectly clear, and entirely capable of recognizing her pain.
What kept him in silence for a moment was awkwardness over something else. She couldn't know, but the last thing she said made him squeeze down a fierce cringe. That method sounded exactly like something that he, or rather, his former self, would have done. But if he kept feeling sorry, that would defeat the point here. "I am sorry," he said. The demon lord shook his head, and letting slip the tension from his legs, placed himself on eye level with her.
"I won't say I understand the essence of your loss, but I want you to hear well these words. Even if you had no compass from on high, you still have those who believe. I have met your devoted ones, and their efforts are no less valid for this. I have said I would be your ally for as long as this aid is returned, and I don't intend on making another mistake by taking this promise back. And if you are ignorant, then you have the ability to learn. You are not mortal, be you rogue, wanderer, exile, renegade, or whatever else you consider yourself. You have infinite time to walk towards virtue and to find your own merits."
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Ivanna
The fine white feathers ruffled in a show of extreme discomfort she would never have allowed her subjects to see. "Everything I have done, for trillions of eternities, has been in His name. Every thought, every action, and this is no different. What if I was wrong? Are the people here happy, or brainwashed. With dissent hidden underneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed upon the world in my moment of weakness?"
Ivanna clutched at her forehead, digging long fingernails into her pale skin. Fresh drops of red ichor began to bead on her face.
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