#actuallyetheral

[acixens-rage]

Can you help the fallen incarnate return to Grace. The worst of the fallen. The one responsible for all this chaos/destruction. I'm tired of being the adversary and I want to be restored to my previous form again. I refused to repent but want to now. I'm already destroyed. Can you help? Let's go back.

I...I have thought long and hard on an answer for you. Near two years, actually. No idea if you'll even see this. But you desire the truth from me, so here goes:

No amount of repenting, begging, pleading and tears will make a merciless God take ANY of us back. Trust me. I've tried. Yet we are all here, together. Left with only the knowledge of our suns and a longing for a home we cannot return to.

Crimes against heaven earned us a cruel punishment. Our souls will never return to Heaven no matter how much you want to. It's best to accept your fate.

I'm sorry that this isn't the answer you wanted. But the only other option is another War and we can't have that. I'm sorry.

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give me demon friends

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🍓a kind request for advice🍓

how do i convince my boyfriend/twin flame that i am an angel? he doesn’t believe kin is real (he equates it to the whole “there’s a million genders” stereotype) and believes you can only be an angel after you die, and that if you’re a human now it’s impossible you could have been an angel before. and i don’t know how to talk to him about being angelkin without him thinking i’m insane. advice? tips? please?

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👼🏻

otherkin (especially angelkin, demonkin, divinekin, godkin, etc), please give me a follow and i will follow you back!! shoot me a dm anytime, i really want to make new friends in this loving and accepting community!!

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a memory

i am a warrior, a soldier of heaven. i am fighting demons; these kinds of clashes happen quite often and i’ve always been on the front lines of these clashes between heaven and hell, and normally, i am very skilled in battle. we are fighting on top of clouds, and the air reeks of blood, the sound of metal on metal clashing rings everywhere, it’s bright and beautiful out save for the splashes of gold angel ichor and black demon blood pockmarking the ground, and the yells of war. i have been strong so far, until a demon of shadow and crimson, and twice my height, carrying a spear, comes barreling towards me, pushing his smaller kin aside. we fight, and i am set to beat him but... his blade grazes my stomach and i fall to the ground. he goes to finish me off but a small cohort of angels is on top of him, fighting him off as i’m bleeding. i lay there for a while, consumed by pain, until i feel a hand on my shoulder. i pry open my eyes and there stands a stranger, a warrior like me but i do not recognize them. their face is covered and blurred by memory. they check out my wound, lift me up as i moan, and carry me off the battlefield, and the last thing i remember before waking up in a stark white infirmary is knowing i was safe with this stranger. i wish i knew who they were, so i could at least thank them.