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nc_ooc prompt 4. "What is worth fighting for?"]
“You called me brother?” Moloch came out of the shadows beneath the trees. They hung long in the growing dark. The angel sat beneath a huge oak yet to set out the buds to open, staring blankly at a blue ribbon dancing and twirling in the wind where it was tied to a tree branch. “No words tonight Eveningstar? And no drink?”
Moloch came around leaning against the tree to look down at the other angel. “Tell me, why did you call?”
The fierce angel finally looked up from where he sat, fire was in his eyes despite their opaque blackness. “Let me be.”
The demand gave Razorwings pause but did not send him scurrying away as the power would anyone else. This angel no longer experienced fear. Beelzebub's powers couldn't affect him. “Is it the little rabbit, your little rabbit?”
Moloch squatted down to take in the sight of his brother but wary enough to stay out of reach of his gasp or fists. Something was brewing in the angel, beneath the surface. It was like tug to coat tails, a gentle lull of attraction.
“Remove yourself from my presence.” The solemn angel was moving and Moloch kept his distance. “We will have war if you do not part from here.”
He was undeterred even as his larger, more aggressive brother clenched his fists in rage. Without leaving the squatting position Moloch started to slink back. Fearless did not mean a lack of understanding pain. Pain was still very real. “You can feel it, can't you? The sorrow inside where there was joy.”
Wings started to blaze, black cracked fore-edges fading into reds like the lava within a volcano. Wrath always came in moments such as these. This was not the first time the cannibalistic angel saw one of his brothers succumb in tiny chips to the curse he bore. “They will come to you, just as they did Lucifer, in time.”
It was enough to see curiosity flash in the seething black eyes. “What will come? Tell me. Before I tire of your claws trying to find hold.”
Moloch dared, came closer to the angel, still kneeling and body tense as a spring. He brushed back wildly wind blown hair to get a better look at the angel's face. He could hide it from other, well enough the black winged one imagined. It hung on Beelzebub like shroud of darkness. It tainted the bright spirit and yet the dark brought renewed light. Moloch had gotten close enough that he could have brushed noses with the other angel.
“The tears.” He commented simply, clawed fingers brushing beneath the eyes. It was too much and the stronger angel snatched his hand away with a grip on the verge of breaking bones and rending flesh. “The sorrow already has seeds in your heart. The poor, mortal, fragile, little thing that you cling to. Eventually he will be taken to ash and none can stop it. No one else will see the cracks but me.”
It was felt before it happened. The spring snapped and Moloch hurtled through the air. He tumbled but came upright on his feet. He cared not about the twigs and mud now caked in his wings or the threatening posture of the other angel. He came fast now undeterred.
“You must accept it or it will destroy you.” Moloch raged back at the growl rising from the angel he faced.
“I will not bend to your trickery.” The return was quiet from war. A sign of danger.
“It is not my trickery.” Moloch looked away feeling his own burdens as a undeniable weight on chest and back. “It was God who made what I am, and it was God who took their immortality brother. You were there to witness the curse.”
The other angel was crumpling and Moloch moved to steady him but the bulk and press of an angel losing itself to the dark drove the smaller angel back to the ground. And then they came, tears, but not of the body of material existence brought up for convenience. No, this was the presence it hid that wept. Moloch let the weight press in as illusions fluttered and threatened to expose the burning presence they contained.
“You must accept it twin of my creation.” Moloch's whisper was a hiss through his ragged teeth. “You were not made to lose, but this is a war you can't win. None can.”
It brought great pain to any angel to see one breaking, their grace crying out for relief. It was something they all remembered from the binding in the fire. Though, for Moloch it was soothing to finally have another suffering with him, who could understand for even a moment.
“Time, I can do nothing for..” Moloch spoke, still quiet and word short from the crush of weight against him. “...but if it is a thing which can suffer that causes this sorrow upon you then I will lay your pains upon them with such wrath it will shake the foundations of Throne and Heaven.”
The angel perked at those words, tears slowing their fiery trail to scorch the grass. Moloch wiped away fiery tears from the parts others could not see. “Accept, but do not despair. When you fall I will wait at the bottom and we shall wage a war that none will withstand.”
He bit the angel on the temple. Just as he could rile emotions he could also strip them away.
“I'm bleeding.” the other angel touched the blood streaming from his head and another growl came as Moloch slipped from weight and grasp. “You came here to bite me?”
He laughed maniacally at his brother's wrath, taunting it into a blaze.
“Last you had teeth in me I swore I would break you if you dared.”
Moloch just laughed more. “First, you have to catch me.”
He disappeared taking flight and feeling the heat from hellfire after him. He would get beaten, war was relentless, but when he walked away he would be aligned and stable again. Moloch was the omega, always had been. This was his duty. To be the light when everyone else's went dark.
nc_ooc prompt 4. "What is worth fighting for?"]“You called me brother?” Moloch came out of the shadows beneath the trees. They hung long in the growing dark. The angel sat beneath a huge oak yet to set out the buds to open, staring blankly at a blue ribbon dancing and twirling in the wind where it was tied to a tree branch. “No words tonight Eveningstar? And no drink?”
Moloch came around leaning against the tree to look down at the other angel. “Tell me, why did you call?”
The fierce angel finally looked up from where he sat, fire was in his eyes despite their opaque blackness. “Let me be.”
The demand gave Razorwings pause but did not send him scurrying away as the power would anyone else. This angel no longer experienced fear. Beelzebub's powers couldn't affect him. “Is it the little rabbit, your little rabbit?”
Moloch squatted down to take in the sight of his brother but wary enough to stay out of reach of his gasp or fists. Something was brewing in the angel, beneath the surface. It was like tug to coat tails, a gentle lull of attraction.
“Remove yourself from my presence.” The solemn angel was moving and Moloch kept his distance. “We will have war if you do not part from here.”
He was undeterred even as his larger, more aggressive brother clenched his fists in rage. Without leaving the squatting position Moloch started to slink back. Fearless did not mean a lack of understanding pain. Pain was still very real. “You can feel it, can't you? The sorrow inside where there was joy.”
Wings started to blaze, black cracked fore-edges fading into reds like the lava within a volcano. Wrath always came in moments such as these. This was not the first time the cannibalistic angel saw one of his brothers succumb in tiny chips to the curse he bore. “They will come to you, just as they did Lucifer, in time.”
It was enough to see curiosity flash in the seething black eyes. “What will come? Tell me. Before I tire of your claws trying to find hold.”
Moloch dared, came closer to the angel, still kneeling and body tense as a spring. He brushed back wildly wind blown hair to get a better look at the angel's face. He could hide it from other, well enough the black winged one imagined. It hung on Beelzebub like shroud of darkness. It tainted the bright spirit and yet the dark brought renewed light. Moloch had gotten close enough that he could have brushed noses with the other angel.
“The tears.” He commented simply, clawed fingers brushing beneath the eyes. It was too much and the stronger angel snatched his hand away with a grip on the verge of breaking bones and rending flesh. “The sorrow already has seeds in your heart. The poor, mortal, fragile, little thing that you cling to. Eventually he will be taken to ash and none can stop it. No one else will see the cracks but me.”
It was felt before it happened. The spring snapped and Moloch hurtled through the air. He tumbled but came upright on his feet. He cared not about the twigs and mud now caked in his wings or the threatening posture of the other angel. He came fast now undeterred.
“You must accept it or it will destroy you.” Moloch raged back at the growl rising from the angel he faced.
“I will not bend to your trickery.” The return was quiet from war. A sign of danger.
“It is not my trickery.” Moloch looked away feeling his own burdens as a undeniable weight on chest and back. “It was God who made what I am, and it was God who took their immortality brother. You were there to witness the curse.”
The other angel was crumpling and Moloch moved to steady him but the bulk and press of an angel losing itself to the dark drove the smaller angel back to the ground. And then they came, tears, but not of the body of material existence brought up for convenience. No, this was the presence it hid that wept. Moloch let the weight press in as illusions fluttered and threatened to expose the burning presence they contained.
“You must accept it twin of my creation.” Moloch's whisper was a hiss through his ragged teeth. “You were not made to lose, but this is a war you can't win. None can.”
It brought great pain to any angel to see one breaking, their grace crying out for relief. It was something they all remembered from the binding in the fire. Though, for Moloch it was soothing to finally have another suffering with him, who could understand for even a moment.
“Time, I can do nothing for..” Moloch spoke, still quiet and word short from the crush of weight against him. “...but if it is a thing which can suffer that causes this sorrow upon you then I will lay your pains upon them with such wrath it will shake the foundations of Throne and Heaven.”
The angel perked at those words, tears slowing their fiery trail to scorch the grass. Moloch wiped away fiery tears from the parts others could not see. “Accept, but do not despair. When you fall I will wait at the bottom and we shall wage a war that none will withstand.”
He bit the angel on the temple. Just as he could rile emotions he could also strip them away.
“I'm bleeding.” the other angel touched the blood streaming from his head and another growl came as Moloch slipped from weight and grasp. “You came here to bite me?”
He laughed maniacally at his brother's wrath, taunting it into a blaze.
“Last you had teeth in me I swore I would break you if you dared.”
Moloch just laughed more. “First, you have to catch me.”
He disappeared taking flight and feeling the heat from hellfire after him. He would get beaten, war was relentless, but when he walked away he would be aligned and stable again. Moloch was the omega, always had been. This was his duty. To be the light when everyone else's went dark.
