04-28-2025, 08:40 PM
The sunsets here beguile the nomadic angel. Orange, red, pink, a stunning display almost nightly - and on the cloudless evenings, resulting in a star-speckled sky rivaled by no other land in Beqanna. The featurelessness of this obsolete, cavernous land lends itself to the beauty of the heavens, calling to Lillia in a kind of siren song that she sees no worth in resisting. What else might she attend to? The quietude of the land at present begs little of its meager inhabitants. So, she enjoys the small things.
She feels his presence before she senses its tangibility. Kin of her kin, a brother in spirit if not in blood. Demon. In the gasp of cold air that predicates his arrival, Lillia clutches her downy wings about her sides, their mass obscuring the golden swirls on her underbelly. The movement comes not as an act of fear - surely, her miniscule hooves remain rooted in the shale-strewn shore of Pangea, as ever-present as the angels are in heaven. That thought does ruffle her feathers. Why am I here... she wonders ruefully. Years pass and she is not called back.
Her blue eyes flick to the angular black creature approaching along the shoreline. He exudes darkness just as she exudes light. As is her intrinsic wont, she begrudges him nothing, not the demonic essence, nor the hellhound prowling by his side, nor the void of both sets of approaching eyes. They are as they are, made by the gods, crafted in nature and in nurture along a predestined path. As these two opposing creatures come into speaking range, the winds blow firmly across the black ocean as the sun sets, indeed, on a cloudless evening. Black, green, navy, cerulean. Stars peaking at the summit of the firmament. It is an apt setting - heavenly and hellish, all at once.
"Hello, brother," she says. Her lilting voice matches in pitch the smallness of her corporeal body. Though she stands unmoved from her original watching place, she stretches out a wing, inviting contact in whatever form the demon sees fit. "How long are you of the material plane? Of myself, too long - but I have done nothing with my time." She takes this moment to turn her head, to meet the demon's gaze head-on. In her eyes, total neutrality, with perhaps a glimmer of familial adoration, masked in the knowledge of their divine juxtaposition. "I am the angel Lillia."
She feels his presence before she senses its tangibility. Kin of her kin, a brother in spirit if not in blood. Demon. In the gasp of cold air that predicates his arrival, Lillia clutches her downy wings about her sides, their mass obscuring the golden swirls on her underbelly. The movement comes not as an act of fear - surely, her miniscule hooves remain rooted in the shale-strewn shore of Pangea, as ever-present as the angels are in heaven. That thought does ruffle her feathers. Why am I here... she wonders ruefully. Years pass and she is not called back.
Her blue eyes flick to the angular black creature approaching along the shoreline. He exudes darkness just as she exudes light. As is her intrinsic wont, she begrudges him nothing, not the demonic essence, nor the hellhound prowling by his side, nor the void of both sets of approaching eyes. They are as they are, made by the gods, crafted in nature and in nurture along a predestined path. As these two opposing creatures come into speaking range, the winds blow firmly across the black ocean as the sun sets, indeed, on a cloudless evening. Black, green, navy, cerulean. Stars peaking at the summit of the firmament. It is an apt setting - heavenly and hellish, all at once.
"Hello, brother," she says. Her lilting voice matches in pitch the smallness of her corporeal body. Though she stands unmoved from her original watching place, she stretches out a wing, inviting contact in whatever form the demon sees fit. "How long are you of the material plane? Of myself, too long - but I have done nothing with my time." She takes this moment to turn her head, to meet the demon's gaze head-on. In her eyes, total neutrality, with perhaps a glimmer of familial adoration, masked in the knowledge of their divine juxtaposition. "I am the angel Lillia."