#the thing is gabriel fully expected to die as a result of his light being severed

[muzzleroars]

First of all; your art style is absolutely gorgeous and I want to eat it /pos, second; I've seen a lot of cat-like mannerisms in your designs of the V units, and this may have already been shown in a drawing or two, but do they have the ability to create a sound similar to purring? Maybe the whirring of fans or buzzing of machinery to indicate contentment?

Third; A bit more of a specific one because I'm really curious- in one of your drawings (Caption "In the tomb of Saint Gabriel", the one in your banner.) he's shown attacking V1, however your other drawings show them on more friendly/affectionate terms. Did Gabriel briefly lose (or altogether lose) some of his memories after falling? Did he have to be reminded of said memories and/or rediscover them? Or was this drawing simply a standalone piece?

If you see and respond to this, thank you for sating my curiosity!

aaaaa thank you!!! i really do like to think the v-units have some equivalent to expressing joy with a soft little refrigerator hum - this can happen for a variety of reasons of course, but this "comfortable" hum doesn't involve their fans kicking on like they might when their systems are truly being taxed. it's just a little extra cooling coming on because the v-units were never meant to experience contentment, safety, or love. their computers have to work just a little harder at processing it, and so they make a small, gentle buzz when they're most content :]

as for the pieces i drew of the fight in gabriel's tomb, that is how i see v1 encountering fallen gabriel for the first time - when gabriel is first resurrected, he is disoriented and highly emotional, unable to control the overwhelming grief that consumes him immediately upon waking. and v1 is central to his fall, in the moment he sees it as the devastation that took away everything he was, the thing that tore the light out of him. this is, of course, the logic that heaven would want him to believe and he does eventually come to his senses, but he fully intends to kill v1 before he regains that control. i really see it as the last true fight against gabriel, where he takes on a strategy and brutality similar to that of the prime souls while fully reflecting the kind of emotion we see in heresy - he has been stripped of his weapons but given the full extent of his strength, angrily lamenting his death and his fall while knowing he can do nothing to regain his place in heaven.

[troybeecham]

Fr. Troy Beecham

Sermon, 4 Advent 2020

Luke 1:26-38

“In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin engaged to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. And he came to her and said, “Greetings, favored one! The Lord is with you.” But she was much perplexed by his words and pondered what sort of greeting this might be. The angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And now, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you will name him Jesus. He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High, and the Lord God will give to him the throne of his ancestor David. He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end.” Mary said to the angel, “How can this be, since I am a virgin?” The angel said to her, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore, the child to be born will be holy; he will be called Son of God. And now, your relative Elizabeth in her old age has also conceived a son; and this is the sixth month for her who was said to be barren. For nothing will be impossible with God.” Then Mary said, “Here am I, the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word.” Then the angel departed from her.”

In honor-based cultures, both ancient and modern, societies often believe that unless prevented by strict societal behavioral codes of conduct, a man and a woman left alone together would inevitably have sexual relations. This may sound naïve to contemporary Western folks, and in some ways it is, but it is the lived experience of most of the human family. Such cultures require that men related by blood or marriage watch, guard, and protect the women of their families. This obviously makes ciphers out of women, makes them non-agents of their own lives, but in such cultures where women are subject to a profound lack of rights it also affords them the only protection they can expect. Women inevitably bear the full brunt of the shame that such cultures attach to families when there are illicit sexual relations outside of marriage, often with fatal consequences. Of course, this leaves out the personal responsibility of the men involved in such encounters, as well as the consequences. It is often the practice in such cultures for men to kidnap and/or rape young women, even pre-pubescent girls, in order to force a marriage, with the girls or young women having not only no choice in the matter but also a long life of servitude to a man who raped her enforced by a culture that sees women as little more than vessels for having children and servants who do most of the labor of a household. It is a miserable, wicked thing suffered by countless, nameless women around the world across the millennia.

Such cultures, including the culture of ancient Israel, had many ways to ensure that dishonor never befell their family. It is a common practice to ensure that a woman is always in the company of other women and of children (girls and boys) younger than the age of puberty, and that they have no contact with men other than their immediate family or husband. It is even reflected in domestic architecture, with the home having an inner room or courtyard secluded from the view of men not related by blood or marriage. Such spaces are reserved as the proper place for unmarried women, and it can be both a prison and a refuge in cultures where women have few, if any, rights, and are seen as objects to be possessed by men. Even in ritual spaces, such as the Temple or synagogue, men and women congregate in separate areas.

In this morning’s reading from the Gospel according to St. Luke, we witness the encounter of Mary and the angel Gabriel. It is certain that she is in the innermost enclosure of her family’s home, the proper place for an unmarried young woman (she would have been around the age of 13 years old), most especially because she is betrothed to Joseph and their wedding is soon approaching. In one sense, Gabriel is an intruder, and his appearing must have been initially terrifying for Mary. How has a stranger suddenly appeared in the most protected of places? How did he break in without being noticed? Had he come to kidnap or rape her? We can only imagine what thoughts must have raced through her mind in that first moment of revelation. It is only when she realizes that this is an angel sent from God that Mary can release what must have been a moment of terror. One can imagine the crying out in fear, calling for protection, that must have been her first instinct. That she does not do so shows just how courageous she was, even as a 13-year-old young girl, and how much her soul was filled with faith and trust in God to protect her. It is this trust, this faith, that changes human history forever, even the history of the whole of creation.

How soothing the words “Greetings, favored one! The Lord is with you. Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God” must have been to her, calming her soul immediately. The translation that the words ‘perplexed her’ is just another way of saying that she had been scared out of her mind by the appearance of a stranger in the most protected part of her home, and she just as quickly began to experience the presence of God, reassuring her that she was safe. Then come the words that “And now, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you will name him Jesus.” Even full of faith, and calmed, the fear that such words certainly produced must have been almost overwhelming. Mary knows the terrible consequences that such a pregnancy would elicit from her family. In a flash, she recognizes the crisis into which this pregnancy will throw both families, with one possible result being that she would become and outcast, literally cast out of her home as a pregnant 13-year-old girl, with no means of survival. Such girls faced stark choices, few choices, and very often die on the streets. Her family would even have had the right to stone her to death.

We often do not know what the words of the angel meant, the possibly fatal consequences for Mary, and how great her faith was to simply say “yes” to God. The salvation of the human race rested on the ability of one young girl to overcome sheer terror and eons of cultural programming by living in simple faith in God. All of creation must have held its breath in awe as this young girl said to God “Here am I, the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word.” And in that moment, the universe, the entire history of the human family, was forever changed. The God of all creation did a new thing, something that altered the whole of creation: God entered into human life in a way never before imagined. God became vulnerable in the most astonishing, mind-boggling way, the most vulnerable way of all: God became a child in the womb of a young girl whose immediate future was uncertain. God became the most fragile of flesh and blood in order to transform humankind. He could have done it by appearing as a fully grown conquering hero. Instead, he did it by putting himself in our hands in the most vulnerable of human experiences. This reveals something about who God is, a revelation that irrevocably changes how humankind understands the character and nature of God. If before God has been seen as remote, unpredictable, and even cruel and full of wrath, now we see that God has always been full of the desire to be in a relationship of trust and love with us, and that he has always desired the utter transformation of human nature and human society made possible only through humility, hope, faith, and love.

And so today, the last Sunday of Advent, as we await the celebration of the birth of Jesus only a few days from now, we can look back in awe at the tremendous faith of one young girl, who faced down the most terrible of fears armed only with a simple, yet profound, faith in the God who is Love, who’s “yes” condemned her to an almost certain terrible and immediate fate, but who’s faith transformed the human family and all of creation in a brilliant, wondrous flash of love. In that moment, the divine light of the world, longed for since the dawn of creation, entered into the human world and shone from one end of the universe to the other with the promise of a new creation liberated from fear, tyranny, and death. May God, who is visiting each of us today with the same desire to be born in us, find in us the same faith that he found in that young girl Mary two thousand years ago. Amen.

Purify our conscience, Almighty God, by your daily visitation, that your Son Jesus Christ, at his coming, may find in us a dwelling place prepared for himself; who lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.

[belmontsfate]

Day 8: Gift - Dracul & Alucard

- The Year 2103 -

The castle that had stood for over a thousand years, serving as Dracul’s home, as well as the prison of his enemies, was now in ruins. Without Dracul’s presence, it had crumbled into a pile of rubble. Free from the castle’s influence a few of his previous servants had returned to his service, not knowing what else to do with their lives.

Though the castle was destroyed, some of the underground chambers remained, serving as hideouts for his remaining servants. Navigating through the winding tunnels, Dracul searched for the hideout of one servant in particular. Under normal circumstances, he had no trouble finding who he was looking for, but it would appear that this servant of his did not want to be found.

He had tried asking some of the other servants. The Gorgon Sisters were the first he had gone to, seeing as they seemed to know where everyone and everything was, but even they did not know of his whereabouts. No one knew where he was. So, with little choice, Dracul went in search of him.

His search led him down to the very depths of the tunnel, the place where once the prisoners of Walter Bernhard had endured torture unlike anything ever imagined. Eventually, he came across a chamber glowing with light. Pushing the door open, he found the toymaker seated on a wooden stool, polishing the wood of his favorite puppet. It was the very same puppet that had hidden the toymaker’s heart for many years.

The toymaker was so focused on the puppet that he didn’t even hear Dracul come in. That soon changed as Dracul cleared his throat, alerting the elderly man of his presence.

“Oh! M-My lord!” The toymaker exclaimed in surprise, his wrinkled eyes widening at the sight of the vampire as he slowly got up from his stool. “T-To what d-do I owe this p-pleasure?”

Dracul sighed. Out of all the servants, the toymaker was probably most frightened by him. You could tell that he feared him, even now that he was no longer lord of the castle, he still referred to him as such.

“I require your services, old man,” Dracul stated.

“A-And what is it you want, may I inquire?” the toymaker asked, his hands shaking as he reached up to adjust his spectacles. “I-I should warn you now that I have retired from my days of creating death traps and bringing beasts back to life.”

Dracul shook his head. “No, that is not why I have come.”

“Have you come to k-kill me then?” the toymaker gulped.

“I have not come to kill you either,” he assured the frightened old man. “I need you to create something for me, as a gift for my son.”

Once the toymaker calmed down a bit, assured that he would not die at Dracul’s hand, he started to approach him, a look of curiosity written across his face. 

“Oh? Well, I can certainly manage that. What is the occasion? If my mind is not mistaken, the closest holiday is Halloween, and that isn’t exactly a day to give presents.”

To most people, October 24th was just another day, overlooked by the upcoming holiday, but to Dracul, it marked a far greater event …

“It is for his birthday, which is in only a few short days.”

As horrible as it was to think about, this would be the first time Dracul was present to celebrate the day with him, having missed all the others, including his actual day of birth. He wanted to do something special for his boy to make up for all the birthdays he had missed.

The toymaker nodded his head in understanding. “Did you have anything in mind that you would like to give him?”

Dracul lowered his head slightly in shame. “That is part of the problem. I haven’t the slightest clue what he would want,” he explained. “I have had such a short amount of time to get to know him. I fear that I shall never know him like a proper father ought to.”

“You love him, don’t you?”

Dracul looked down at the elderly man in confusion. What kind of question was that? “Of course I love him. He is my one and only son. I would do anything to make him happy.”

The toymaker smiled with satisfaction, pleased with the answer he had received. “Then allow me to give you a piece of advice,” he said. “Rather than having me make him something, you should give him something personal … Something from the heart … The size of a gift does not matter, but rather it is the memories contained in the item that matters most.”

Dracul considered the old man’s words. He had to admit that the old man was wise. It was good advice. However, what could he possibly give his son that would mean something to him? To get an understanding of what he may like, he tried to put himself in his son’s shoes. 

It didn’t take him long to realize that his son’s early years must have been a lot like his own. Raised as an orphan, whose parents were presumed to be dead, Dracul had often felt alone, wondering what his parents were like and what had truly happened to them. He imagined that his son must have wondered the same things as a child.

That was when it hit him! Dracul had very few possessions dating back to his human life, seeing as he didn’t have many possessions in general at the time. However, there was one trinket in particular that he had retrieved before embarking on his quest to defeat the Lords of Shadow. For the last thousand years, it had served as a memento of his beloved … 

A part of him didn’t want to part with it, but at the same time, he thought it to be a perfect gift for his son. It was the kind of gift that the toymaker had described. After a few moments of contemplation, he made up his mind. If this gift would bring happiness to his son, then it was more than worth it. Besides, Alucard would take good care of it. Of that, he had no doubt.

“You have been of help,” Dracul complimented the elderly toymaker. “Your words are wise. I shall take your advice.”

The toymaker merely bowed in reply.

Dracul turned and started to leave, but stopped as he reached the door. “I have heard that many families lost their homes as a result of the attacks on the city. My son claims that there are many parents with children who remain in the underground camp. I’m sure they would appreciate some toys.”

Dracul could not see the old man’s face, but he was sure there was a big smile on it. 

“Thank you, my lord. I shall get to work on that right away.”

Then Dracul was gone.

~~~

A few days later, Alucard awoke to find a note left on the ledge of his stone coffin. Letting out a small yawn, he sat up and examined the note’s contents, immediately recognizing his father’s handwriting. It read;

‘Alucard,

Come find me in the library when you wake up. I have something for you.’

Alucard couldn’t deny that he was left curious by the strange note. What was his father up to? What could his father possibly have to give to him? Usually, his father came to speak with him in person. The fact that his father had left a note requesting that Alucard come to him was quite odd. He puzzled over it for a moment, but shrugged it off, unable to come up with any ideas.

Without delay, he climbed out of his coffin and quickly dressed, donning a green button-down shirt and a pair of simple black trousers before leaving his room. Stopping for a moment to see if he could sense his father’s presence, he realized that Dracul was indeed in the library just as the note said, and much to his surprise, he wasn’t alone. He could both sense and smell many of his servants in there as well.

He debated over whether he should wait for the servants to leave before going to see his father but in the end decided to go anyway, figuring that they would leave shortly after he arrived anyway.

The soft patter of bare feet against the cold stone floor filled the otherwise silent hall as he made his way to the very end of it. The cathedral itself wasn’t that big, especially not when compared to the former castle, but it was big enough for the two of them. Though, it would probably get bigger before his father was finished. In addition to the renovations being done, his father had also mentioned the possibility of adding onto the building, giving both of them bigger bedrooms.

Pulling open the door, he was surprised to find all of the servants standing there waiting for him. “Happy Birthday!” They shouted all together.

Alucard froze in shock. To say that he hadn’t been expecting this was an understatement. He hadn’t celebrated his birthday in centuries. He hadn’t even fully realized it was his birthday until that moment. Clearly, his father had remembered. The library was heavily decorated with balloons scattered about and streamers dangling from the bookcases. There was even a punch bowl filled with monster blood.

He was speechless … absolutely speechless … He had seen humans throw birthday parties like this for their loved ones, mostly younger children, but he had never had one thrown for him before. A part of him thought it strange to throw a birthday party for a vampire who had lived for over a thousand years, but at the same time, it felt nice. It made him feel a bit less like a vampire and a bit more human, minus the punch bowl filled with blood.

Eventually, he managed to stagger forward, looking around in awe. The servants smiled at him as his eyes passed over them, however, there was one face in particular that he was looking for.

Just then, the servants parted, revealing Dracul behind them. Crossing the distance between them, Alucard went to meet his father.

“Happy birthday, son,” he said, a smile spreading across his face as he held out a small neatly-wrapped box. “I hope you like it.”

Raising a brow at his father, Alucard took the box and carefully unwrapped it, pulling the lid of the box off. Inside was a dainty silver pendant with a flower detailed on the front. He was initially confused as to why his father would give him such a gift, but then he flipped it over and the significance of the gift dawned on him. Engraved on the back of the pendant were two names … Gabriel and Marie …

“This pendant belonged to mother,” he stated.

Dracul nodded his head, motioning for the servants to leave. It was only after every last one of them was gone from the room that the elder vampire spoke again.

“When I was but nineteen years old, I saved up what money I had and purchased this as a gift for your mother, to show her just how much she meant to me,” he explained. “I have kept it to remember her by all these years, but now I want you to have it, as I realize that you got even less time with her than I did.”

Alucard didn’t know what to say in reply to that. He felt happy … happier than he had felt in a long time … He had always wished he had something to remember his mother by, to remind him that she really had existed and wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. Not only did the pendant prove his mother’s existence, but it also proved that his father did love him, even if he wasn’t always the best at showing it.

Knowing that no one else was in the room to see, Alucard reached out and wrapped his arms around his father, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, father,” he said. “I love it.”

“I’m glad,” Dracul replied, returning the hug.

[bells-of-black-sunday]

The seraphic fold master post

Updtaed as of: 6/16/2020

So, the old master post isn’t good at all it’s mostly just Luci, Az, Gabriel, Michael, and Mary facts as opposed to how the fold works and functions, the caste system, social dynamics, etc. I will also be providing and updated list of all the angels that I write that live there along with the date it was updated.

Quick introduction to angels as a species and the fold itself, angels and demons are the same thing, no fall mechanic required. With how the seraphic fold and Burning planes are two neighboring realms that nearly completely overlap, the Seraphic fold is more like a gated community that rejects the idea of being as “low and grimy” as their “savage” cousins. They’re the living embodiment of “you can’t sit with us”.

The burning planes was created and is written by my friend so I will not be making a post on it ehrwh

I. The caste system and social dynamics

The caste system is simple, but the class divides are quite literal with huge guarded walls and gates separating each area. Angelic society is separated into spheres with a ruling class above everyone else. It goes as follows:

The council

First sphere

Second Sphere

Third sphere

The council are the ruling class of angelic society, but they don’t have one ruler. The seraphic fold is infinitely spreading making room for those that are born or reincarnated within’ it’s pristine walls. Each member of the council governs a small portion of the fold making general laws vary quite greatly aside from the constants that were decided when the fold was first manifested, but for the most part the fold is governed by strict social expectations.

1. Murder is prohibited unless you’re challenging the throne, failure to comply will result in execution 

and 

2. The murder and assault of death angels will result in either permanent exile or execution 

The council make their own laws as they see fit for their society, but despite there been quite literally billions of council members only a handful are well known and govern the most populated areas of the fold.  Azrael, Michael, Mary, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Sealtiel, Jehudiel, Barachiel, Samuel, and formerly Lucifer. Lucifer was and still is the most prominent council member in the folds history, he conquered nearly half of the fold before being exiled shortly after the storming of heaven. 

His section of the fold was broken up and given to the members of his council that didn’t take his side during the event, but rulers aren’t elected nor are they born into power. The thrones are constantly being fought over by those looking to get ahead in the first sphere, those that rule have proven themselves as both powerful in battle and worthy of respect.

The first sphere is home to wealthy politicians, the royal guard, merchants, soul collectors, high class chefs, gladiators and the like. It’s high class society is the strictest out of any of the spheres as everyone’s looking for a way to get rid of competition. Political assassins and body guards are a huge portion of the jobs offered in the back alleys, not to mention the dark underbelly of the “servant” trade where many angels are kidnapped from the third sphere to be “house keeps” and “servants” for the upper class. The first sphere is so full of pride and prejudice to the point where if you’re any bit sympathetic towards those below you or interact below you, you will face harsh scrutiny and possible assault. 

But it’s not all bad, the first class has the highest quality of living out of any of the spheres with running water, lighting, an abundance of food, etc. Not to mention the access to various delicacy’s made by soul collectors. Soul collectors are angels that collect the souls of the dead and turn them into fine alcohols, candies, tapestries, silks, cigars, weapons, and jewelry. Just like you’ll see in other sphere’s, there’s a wealth gradient. The further you get to the second sphere the poorer and worse the sphere becomes.

The second sphere is middle to low class, it carries over traits from the first and third sphere, but this is generally where you’re “peasant” jobs are. A lot of them are farmers or handy workers, but there are tailors and cooks here. Food shortages and poverty gets worse and worse as you get back towards the third sphere. These are generally average people who don’t have any extreme magical ability and their ability to collect and see souls isn’t the greatest. They’re just average people trying to make ends meet, it is possible to pull out of this sphere and into the first, but it takes a lot of time and effort, but it’s even easier to fall into the third.

The third sphere is where all those that are exiled and rejected by society end up. There is little possibility of pulling yourself out of here and generally laws don’t apply to those that society has forgotten and/or rejected leaving this section to be guarded by militias. Life in the third sphere is a lot more relaxed and free spirited ruled by rebellion and rejecting social standards despite the huge starvation problem, life has thrived here. But as time passes social unrest grows within’ this sphere making the sign of Lucifer and the removal of wings a sign of rebelling the society they’re oppressed and forgotten by.

Death angels are a huge part of angelic society, they’re angels that carry out Death’s will and thus are considered the highest of angel society and specially protected under Angelic law and thus are always either a part of the council or living within’ the first sphere.

Fashion is a huge part of angelic society it reveals wealth, social status, and job position, thus I will give a quick run down of it.

The council:  Long silks, armor, tight fitting clothing all are common place. The face is usually covered by a mask or hood, wings have been enlarged to give an imposing silhouette. Intimidation is key here as many council members face opponents rather regularly. Black and gold is extremely common place within’ fashion here. Many council members adorn their horns in jewelry. Generally fashions rules are much looser here than most of the other spheres. The lack of wings is an extreme taboo along with the lack of horns.

The first sphere:  Extremely extravagant clothing that often takes appearance over functionality. Masks are common place here along with long feather’s and more than one pair of wings placement varies to being framing the head, middle of the back, shoulder blades, etc. A lot of teal and gold is used in clothing within’ this sphere, the usage of black is reserved strictly for mourning. Jewelry is a must here to flaunt your wealth, wealth is often displayed and flaunted by how much gold and jewels a person wears as they’re quite expensive. The lack of wings is an extreme taboo along with lack of jewelry, clothing, silks, and masks.

The third sphere: The third sphere is often categorized by rebellion and rejecting the social standards of the fold. The removal of wings, horns, hooves, etc. in an effort to look more human is extremely common place, but they never look fully human. Any angels that still have their wings are social outcasts within’ this sphere as they desperately try to fit in with their peers, but they’re also more likely to leave the sphere. Clothing in the third sphere is extremely varied, others might wear only white, other’s black, or vibrant colors, but one thing that’s generally not used is gold. Very rarely is gold used and it’s usually stolen.  Wings, anything that would flaunt wealth is an extreme taboo within’ this sphere.

II. Housing and general aesthetic of the fold

The fold consists of whites, teals, blacks and golds to contrast the bright red veins angels get when angered. Angelic housing is basically like ancient Greek houses, but made out of smooth white marble and extravagant details galore, you get up into mansions as you get into the more wealthy sphere. A lot more gold and black marble or carpet is used in these palaces while common housing tends to either get white marble, wood flooring, or straw. Wealthy people tend to be able to live alone, while as you get further down it’s not uncommon to see multiple families sharing one home or one area of land. Housing isn’t hard to come by, but since the fold is a series of floating islands, it tends to be compact, reaching upward instead of outward.

III. Links + misc facts

Extra links to more info:

Dimensional clusters

Why don’t angels want to look human?

Angel diet kinda

Angels as parents

Angel gentialia (nsfw)

How angels change their body

Gender and pronouns usage

High priests and Apollyon

Nomadic ground dwelling angels

Angels don’t refer to who they’re married to as their spouse, they call them their mate and polyamory is not at all uncommon especially in wealthier sections of the fold where you might want to pool your money together. Divorce also isn’t seen as taboo or uncommon

Angels do reproduce sexually, yes, but since angels can shape aspects of their appearance however they want, gender isn’t seen as anything that’s worth talking about, everyone can have children if they choose to so even what’s in your pants doesn’t matter

Societal pressure tends to keep angels having the same appearance in everything but the third sphere, lack of facial features aside from the occasional shown eyes, horns, hooves, claws, and tails. 

Every angel is born with one set of wings, but while angels can choose to grow more, once they’re torn from their sockets the tissues too scarred to grown another pair leaving them permanently grounded.

Angels reach sexual maturity at one hundred years of age, but they have been known to leave home earlier than that.

Angels are immortal in the sense that they don’t die from old age, but disease, famine, etc. can all kill them

People do reincarnate in the fold and it’s basically a toss of the dice where they’ll end up when they do

IIII. Angel master list 

aka angels I write on this blog or if people make angels and want to be added to the list I’ll add them and link their blog/whatever

last updated 6/16/2020

Abaddon

Azrael

Lucifer

Mary

Michael

Rose

Apollyon

Lilith